Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-10-20
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hurrying to the rescue. Oh! how hel
heart went out, that he might be sue
cessful! She could trace them by TIT
rapid beat, cutting across the mair
road, and following down the creel
that branches from the Pacolet river
till lost in the distance, the sound dice
upon her ears.
Her messenger had been indeed sue.
cessful. Meeting Sewer advancing al
full speed, he at once communicated
the unwelcome intelligence. The young
officers resolve was at once taken
Determining to strike a blow for Da-
vie, II 1t cost him his life, he prevailed
upon a few Of the neighboring Wings
to arm themselves as best they could
and follow him. Taking their horses
from their plows, and mounting bare
back, for there was no time for sad
ding, (even had they possessed such
a luxury they were but a moment In
preparation. AS they reached the
road, what was their surprise to meet
Bowen with a half q dozen Of his men
Bowen had not been at all satisfied
that Davie should again venture alone
to the place that had before proved sc
unfortunate.
His expostulations, however, not be-
ing met very patiently, as Davie al
that time was in but little humor fol
thwarting he had desisted, and accept
ed the commission Of commander. with
what grace he might. After Davies
departure, hearing from his scouts thai
Tarleton was advancing, Morgan
struck his camp and. advanced to the
Pacolet to meet him. Bowen now be-
came seriously uneasy, and under
standing that instead Of going on to
Greene, Davie would be recalled to
take part in the coming struggle, he
determined to run all risks and obtain
ed leave to follow Sewer, who had left
for the purpose Of countermanding the
dispatches. Their little force, not
amounting to ten men, pushed on at a
double gallop, and availing themselves
of the short cuts. with which their
party was so familiar, bade fair to
overtake the laggard motions of Har-
dy.
Cant we start a bugle in our
troops?" said Sewer. "It's a wonder
full help to a small party--its noise is
worth a dozen Of men at any time"
Nothing Of the kind could be obtain
ed, but a lad Of seventeen said he had
a cow horn in his pocket; with which
he would promise to raise the dead If
the captain said so.
THE very idea, my boy" said Sewer
1.-The raising Of the dead will be the
dernier resort. If you car inspire the
living, II will be all We'll ask you at
present. Now, boys, recollect, Davies
troops never run; but If any Of you
should attempt such a thing, I will
show you that Selim can run as fast
or faster than any Of you, and If he
once gets before you, he'll drive you
back If 1t kills him. I just mention
this, not that I'm afraid Of any Of you
but as a warning that British regulars
are apt to scare those who are not
trained apprentices to our trade. But
let US remember we are better riders
better woodsmen, and better marks
men, too, than they are, and that we
are fighting for an officer we love, and
I'll warrant you'll follow like hounds
whelps on a trail. Ride on, my boys
close columns. Burning eyes, eager
hands, brave hearts are what win the
day"
Bowen smiled grimly, but his en-
couragement was all for action. His
voice was now seldom heard, save in
the din of battle, in high and stern
command.
Thanks to Hardy's delay at the
Mansion House, they were enabled to
get beyond the crossing Of the creek
before his troops reached it. Posting
his men in the thick woods on the OPP
posite side, Bowen waited the ap-
proach Of the enemy.
Wait till you see them in the middle
of the stream" he whispered, his eyes
flashing with a terrible Joy. Let every
one pick out his man, take sure aim
fire and charged" Presently, unappre-
hensive Of danger, the troops came In
sight, scattering up and down the
stream in order to water their horses
Mounted on a strong and fiery charger
in the centre of the troop. Davie was
riding behind a Hercules of a trooper
Graham and Mr.. Willoughby, on their
own horses were little apart, and
were quietly waiting for the summons
to move on.
That fellow who has charge Of the
major, is mine," said Bowen, his
voice trembling in eagerness.
Are you all ready? Sure and steady
then 'Firen" he thundered and every
crack sent a deadly messenger. Her
cues tumbled from his horse. There
was no time for another load.
"Charge!" shouted Bowen. A deaf.
ening bray from the impromptu bugl'
seemed, indeed, sufficient to raise the
dead with it's discordant notes, and ere
they could recover from the panic, the
surprise, and the terrible yelling those
notes had thrown them into, Bower
was down on them. his men, snatchint
the muskets that had fallen from the
hands of the slain, or clubbing theil
guns, gave with furious strokes. the
| final blow.
Kill the prisoner. Don't let him es'
cape" shouted Hardy, rushing on Da'
vie, who had been almost borne dowr
by his falling guard, and was nov
striving to catch the bride which tht
dying man still clutched. But Graham
was by his side, and dashing up th'
descending sword, said
You must not and shall not xii
him, and he incapable of defence.
will save him from murder II my lift
pays the forfeit. Think Of saving YOU
men and less of your private malice
What madness Is this?"
"On them, lads, on them" bravelI
shouted Bowen, dashing into thei
midst. Strike for the major. Another
blow and we have him! God bless yol
major!" he cried, springing to his sid'
and placing in his hands his owl