Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-10-24
ELLEN CAMPBELL
KINGS MOUNTAIN
CHAPTER XXI-CoNT1NuEp

sued him and came up with him about
8 o'clock on the morning OF the l7th'
after a five hours march. What was
his surprise to see his adversary
drawn up and ready for battle. His
uniform success, however, and the
high renown his good fortune had CIV
en- him, inspired his troops with alacri-
ty and courage, and he prepared at
once for battle. Advancing to recon-
noitre, he was prevented by the pick
ed rifiemen. who gave his escort dis
charge which made them tremble at
the deadly aim Of the southern rifle.
Tarleton now halted, and formed his
line about $50 yards from Morgan's
detachment. Under cover Of their ar
tillery, they now advanced with tri-
umphant shout, pouring in an inces-
SAINT fire of musketry as they came.
Hold your fire!" cried Pickens.
wait till you see their eyes-hfty
yards between you now boys-fre!"
A deafening discharge was the an
swer, and dead and wounded commits
stoned and non commissioned, fell un-
der that fatal and deliberate volley.
But this was not sufficient to repel the
excited foe. They advanced rapidly
the militia were obliged to retire, and
were gallantly brought off by Col
Pickens, and formed on the right OF
the second line. The British rent the
air with their shouts as certain of VIC
tory, Tarleton's cavalry pushed hard
after the retreating militia The Brit
ish infantry having crossed little val
ley in pursuit of the retreating enemy,
now found themselves within twenty
PAGES OF Howard's regulars, who. at
this moment poured upon them a gen.
eral and deadly fire.
"On them, my boys!", cried Howard.
as he sprang into the thickest Of the
fray. 1.-The day is our own. Down
with the redcoats."
Charge the hunting-shirt rascals,"
cried Tarleton. Down with the rebels!
Charge, my boys, charge!" and again
the. British bayonet told, as after an
obstinate conflict, the continentals re-
treated to the cavalry.
Follow me-" cried Mcdowell, press
ing to the front Of the battle. RE
member Kings Mountain, boys. We
beat them once Wen beat them again!
Come on, hunting-shirts and let him
who scorns the tartan fear the dirk.
Follow! One more blow for victory
and freedom"
And they did follow. and nobly did
those unframed soldiers come to the
charge. The havoc was fearful; but
goaded by their commanders the Brit
ish sustained their position, though
thrown into some confusion. Morgan's
quick eye at once perceiving this, ne
rode up, exclaiming with loud voice,
while waving his sword to his halting
troops
"Hurrah my brave fellows! Form!
form! Old Morgan never was beaten
In his life!-one fire more, my heroes,
and the day is our own!"
With answering shouts. regulars and
militia advance, rallying at the voice
Of their commander.
"Charge!" shouted Howard. as with
fixed bayonets they bore down on the
foe. Pickens, Mcdowell and Cunning
ham sprang to the head of their men
in dauntless heroism. On they came
against those bristling bayonets.
Seventy first Regiment, form into
line on the left" cried Tarleton; ORA
goons on the right" he cried. as the
determined phalanx bore down upon
him. Again Morgan's watchfulness
and decision saved him. He perceived
the movement and the necessity OF
covering his flank. Ordering up the
cavalry, Washington's impetuous troop
ers came laundering down. The bay
onets Of Howard's continentals were
interlocked with those Of the foe. The
militia had recovered and formed new
reserve. There was a shock of con-
tending columns, the clashing steel,
and deafening roar seemed to rend the
very heavens.
Washington and freedom!" "Davie,
to the rescue!" was shouted by the
excited. troops, as they poured their
columns upon the foe.
"Ha!" cried Davie, as burying his
spurs in his noble steed he spied Har-
dy in the fray. "Now-my life or
yours"
Come on" replied Hardy, with a
vo!ley Of impreca;ions, land I'll spare
your rebel neck a halter"
Davies brow darkened, and there
was death in the wrathful glare, as he
bore down upon him. Although Har-
dy was a match for Davie, in brute
strength and dogged courage, he was
none in sleight or cool daring. He was
soon unhorsed and rolling in the dust.
"Ha! l have you then cowardly as
sassin." cried Davie, springing to his
side. You are my prisoner. l will
ly blood"
Mine is not so choice, unfortunately
for you" Hardy interrupted, laughing;
and suddenly springing to his feet, Il
accept no quarter from your rebel
hands-take that" he cried. with bit
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unexpected vigor. that Davie had bare
ly time to parry it, ere another pass
bathed his face in blood.
Fool" cried Davie, dashing the
binding blood from his eyes; "you
force me to this and springing on
him, his sword passed directly through
his body. Hardy fell with a look of
mortal hate in his face.
so perish all the enemies OF my
country" said Davie, as he extricated
his dripping blade. His bride rein
had been caught by young Sewer.
"Hurrah. Major! Well done! The
boys missed you, and 1 came to hunt
you up. You have given him his
passport to Paradise, more or less
I've somehow had an added grudge
against that fellow ever since Bessie
Craigs death. Well, the king has lost
a servant and the DEVILS got one; but
mount, major, mount; the battle Is
not yet over. 1t promises glorious