Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-09-12

the fury Of passion. And with their
burning eyes fastened on the brist-
ling crest Of the British encampment
they pressed on. The man Of God,
the minister of peace, reused to holy
vengeance; the grey haired father
made childless by British butchery,
the stalwart man enduring his
wrongs with heroic fortitude; tho
beardless boy forced to premature
manhood, quenching his tears and
nerving his heart by memories that
curdle the blood to look back upon;
all, in a silence more ominous than
words, hastened to the patriots
camp. AS they reached 1t, an order
was passed rapidly along the line.
Laconic as It was appropriate, 1t
agreed we'll with the character Of the
determined leaders Of that days ac-
ton
"Tie up overcoats; pick touch
holes; prime afresh, and be ready
to fight"
The party now entering, were
warmly welcomed; their familiarity
with the ground and arrangement OF
the British camp, proving highly
useful to the officers Of the patriot
army. Acting upon the information
thus obtained. the officers determined
to divide their columns and attempt
to surround the mountain. BY their
division, Sewers troops formed the
right; Cleveland's and Williams's to-
gether, under whom were our heroes,
Davie and Bowen, the left; Camp
bells the right Of the centre; and
Shelby the left centre. Hurriedly as
the order was made. 1t could not
he excelled for judgment and mill
tary skill. There was a common
centre for these columns, and that
was the standard Of England, on the
crest, fiuttering proudly and majesti-
cally over the scarlet uniforms and
bayonets Of Ferguson's un-
daunted regulars Their game was
tuciip anu
hunters needed neither leader nor
captain to show them how to fight.
With a hope that he might be spared
the necessity of telling Captain
Bowen his sad news. Mr.. Adams, still
urged by duty. rode through the
ranks In search Of him. At length.
he decried him handing a despatch
to Campbell, which his ubiquitous
corps had just intercepted on Its
way from Ferguson to CORVALLIS.
1t was read aloud at the head Of the
line. He said: II hold a position
on the Kings Mountain, and all the
rebels out of h-ll cannot drive me
from It,"
There was no boastful shout Of
scorn among that determined little
band, but a grim smile, as each
muscular hand grasped the rifle or
the sword In a tightening clasp, and
with their chivalric leaders at their
head, answering to their cry OF
forward" they struck into gallop.
Riding up to Bowen, as he took his
position in his troop, Mr.. Adams
said
You are surprised to see me here.
EllIck, but have had much to nerve
my arm since last I saw you"
"I have heard of it. Mr.. Adams" I"
replied Bowen. not comprehendlng
the full import Of his words, land l
with you deeply in your
loss, but" he continued with an
eager look, I'VE are to settle such
today"
Mr. Adams could not find 1t In
his heart to damp. by news Of such
sorrow, the impetuosity and ardor
Of the young trooper. For some
time he rode by his side in silence
and listened to the eager hopes OF
the patriot. or watched with a sick
ening heart, the excited flush on his
manly cheek and the sparkling OF
his dark eyes. At length. with a
manner of careless security, Bowen
turned toward him. and asked ir a
low tone, with a smile trembling on
his lip
How Is Bessie?"
God knows, Ellick," replied Mr..
Adams with a cheek blanched In
deep feeling. Fol- an instant, Bowen
gazed upon him. every particle of
color fading from his cheek; then
in an unnatural calmness asked:
What has befallen my Bessie ,"
1.-The manner and the calm tone
deceived Mr.. Adams, and he reLlied-
"The worst you can imagine"
The hitherto pale face Of Bowen
flushed to the deepest scarlet. the
blood started from the bitten lips,
as with a shuddering recoil he in
reined his horse back up
on his launches: then burying his
spurs into his sides, bounded madly
on for a few PAGES, as with a thick
ened utterance he cried:
And that Is worse than death?
For Gods sake speak and free me
from this terror or my b: ain vii.
BURST" and he grasped the good
arm in a clasp that left
it's blackened impression.
Would to God 1 could, Ellick, y
replied the good man. frightened. as
he we'll might be. at the agony be-
Fora hin, .'hrt T ran Sov nOthinE-
but would to God Bessie were dead"
There was a pause, and amid the
chatteling Of the hoofS around. Mr..
Adams could distinctly hear the deep
suffocatii G respiration Of his com
panion.
At length, with a look Of the most
wretched despair he turned. and In
those painfully inarticulate tones
said:
"When?"
"Only last night" replied Mr.
Adams, the tears springing to his
eyes in his deep sympathy.
And so near! My little wife!
Oh! Bessie" The strong man was
melted. The reaction saved, per-
haps, his reason. and for an instant
his heart was flooded with a memory
of ineffable tenderness but only to
be followed by a desire of uncon-
querable vengeance.
Tell me ALL" he said; when seeing
Mr.. Adams hesitate. he continued,