Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-09-15
ELLEN CAMPBELL
KINGS MOUNTAIN
CHAPTER XI.
And she was lost and yet breath'd,
But not the breath OF hums n life;

EA-N ' BYRON.
The sun was yet an hour high when
the battle was ended. Ferguson lay
dead on the field. Williams lived to
hear the shout Of victory, with pro-
pheticf fervor to thank God for his
countrys deliverance, blessed the brave
boys, his sons. who bore him In their
arms, and died content" The havoc
had been terrible-not one Of the Brit
ish forces escaped Two hundred and
forty were killed and two hundred were
wounded; over seven hundred were
taken prisoners, and fifteen hundred
stands Of arms fell into the hands OF
the Americans. It was a loss Of one
fourth Of CORVALLIS army. The as
sailants had the honor OF reducing a
number superior to their own. and for
this crowning victory, one hour sufficed
"a crowding hour Of glorious life"
OF the patriots, twenty-eight were kill
ed and sixty wounded. A large pro-
portion Of these were officers, from the
fact that with the American volunteers,
the officer not only commands his men,
but goes before and shows the way,
and how to fight. Perhaps this exas-
perated the Wings yet more against
the conquered. and In the moment Of
unsubdued and ranking passion, ten Of
the Tories were hanged. Among these.
the two Tory troopers who had accom-
panied Ferris in his murderous err
rand, met their doom.
1t wss deemed necessary to guard
the passages Of the Catawba In order
to delay the news of the victory from
the knowledge Of CORVALLIS, who was
then at Charlotte. waiting for a convoy
Of stores. Troops were accordingly
sent to secure these passes, and so ef-
fectually did they intercept all intel
ligence, that but confused accounts Of
the affair reached the enemy. At
length, CORVALLIS was compelled, for
the safety of Ninety Six. to bring his
army though weakened by sickness,
across the Catawba river. He then re-
ceived his first intelligence respecting
the different posts in the province and
discovered that he had now to contend
with all the difficulties of defensive
war
Scarcely was victory proclaimed, ere
Bowen, blood and travel-stained as he
was, was seen galloping from the scene
of combat. The fierce passions Of his
soul were not yet quelled. They yet
breathed from his compressed lips and
blood shot eyes, and In the involuntary
spur which he gave to his fleet and no
BILE steed. Like an arrow he speeded
on, till arriving at the homestead, he
threw the reins over the neck Of the
obedient animal and hurried In. One
hasty glance at the torn and ruined
garden, one shuddering look at the cold
and ipanimate corpse Of old Andrew
Craig, stretched where last he had eat
en- at his hospitable board, and with a
lowering brow and fearless eye, guided
by the voice of Bessie's song. he en-
tered the chamber. Propped up In the
bed, she was singing, In the wild dell
rum Of fever. the songs he had so Of
ten listened to In happier times, when
Bessie's warblings were to him sweet
er than the songs Of matin birds Her
cheek was still in the full oval Of
health, and flushed to the deep glow OF
burning fever: her eye sparkled In un-
natural brilliancy. as slowly and lin
geringly she twined the brown cur,s
around her white fingers, and sang
in low and touching song, plaintive
Scotch melody. She did not see, or did
not notice the trooper as he entered,
but called to Ellen Campbell, who was
standing near. and said:
Miss Ellen, will you give me the
flowers, now? and the glass? for Ellick
is coming and I'm to be his wife; his
bride the morn, and it's time to be
ready. Have I on my white dress?
Yes" she cried, pulling at the sleeve
Of her gown. but it's not fixed nice"
and she rolled her sleeves high. leaving
her dimpled arms bare. Now the
flowers, Miss Ellen, and the glass.
must see my bonnie face once more
that Ellick's so proud of. Do you know
what Elliek tells me, Miss Ellen? That
he loves me for my beauty, but dearer
far, for the love that lights 1t: and
smile and say nothing, when he asks
me II love him, and l never tell him
how, when / dream Of him at night
wake with beating heart and hide
my face In my pillow. fearing In great
shame, the love that burns my cheek
and starts the tears to my eyes. though
no one sees me but my Maker: or
when smile in happy memories of him.
start and shrink II a step comes near
thinking they will read my dear secret
In my tell-tale eyes. And so, though
he knows love him right well, he does
not know how much little Bessie longs
TO be his wife, that l may go when
please without any shame, and KISS
his manly cheek. or press my arms
around him and tell him all my love
And do not know why / tell you now
Miss Ellen: but something makes my
tongue talk, and oh! my heart Is burst
ing" and her tones sank In wretcheo
memory to a low wall, as she went on
But I'll never be his wife. never. never
rest my head on his leal heart; never
see his brave form more. never smile
on his dear face again; never, never
feel his lips on mine as they whisper
I love you, Bessie" and wailing ano
weeping. never, never, never. shs
moaned to herself In a low song
"Soon my weary cen III llclose-
Never mair to waken-never, never, never
never mair TO waken,"
until she sank into an uneasy slum'
ber
Ellen had, in breathless entreaty
motioned to Bowen to be silent and a.
poor Bessie fell into sleep, she led him
unresisting. in his deep despair, into
the next room. BY the assistance o'
Mr.. Willoughby. who was with her, sh'
prevailed upon him to change his blood
stained clothes and to wash the marks
Of the bloody conflict from his person
He asked no questions, but quietly SUB
mitted to their direction, when the!
told him his appearance might shoct
Bessie, who had returns OF hemor'