Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-02-16

| look;
Neither priest, book, nor candle, car
help you so well.
To make friends with the world as the
Jolly Bottle"
Chorus, my lads; out with it,
shouted the singer; and the whole crew
set up a hideous yell as they Joined
him.
"Sing heave and no, and trombelow,
The Jolly Bottle Is the best trow.
"Then take the bottle, 1t Is well stitched
of leather
And better than doublet keeps out the
wind and weather;
Let the bottom look UP to the broad
arch of blue,
And then catch the drippings, as good
fellows do.
With heave and no, and trombelow
IT'S sinful to waste good liquor, you
know.
"The soldier, he carries his knapsacR
and gun,
And swears at the weight as he tramps
through the sun
But, devil a loon, did I ever hear tell
Who swore at the weight Of the Jolly
Bottle.
With heave and no, and trombelow
The jolly Bottle Is a feather,
trow."
Here the song was interrupted by the
return Of the two files who had been
sent to bring in the bodies Of the dead
They had found the missing horse, and
now led him into the circle laden with
the corpses Of Bell and Waters. The
troopers halted Immediately behind the
ring of the jewellers, and in such po-
sition as to front Peppercorn and the
captain, who were thus afforded full
view Of the bodies by the blaze Of the
fire.
Easy" almost whispered Haber-
shaw, now half intoxicated. to the two
troopers, as he lifted his hands and
motioned to them to halt; put them
down gently on the ground. Go on,
Peppercorn; let the dead help them
selves: finish the song! That chorus
again, my boys!" And here the last
chorus was repeated in the highest key
of merriment.
Peppercorn cast an eye at the bodies
which, during the interval, had been
thrown on the earth, and while the men
who had just returned were helping
themselves to the drink, he proceeded,
In an unaltered voice. with the song.
when drinkers are dry, and liquor is
low,
A fray that takes off a good fellow
or so,
Why, what does it do, but help us to
bear
The loss Of comrade, in drinking his
share?
Then heave and no, and trombelow
A fray and q, feast are brothers, you
know.
1.-The philosophers say it's a well-set-
tied fact,
That a vessel will leak whose bottom
is cracked;
And a belly that's drilled with bull
let, think,
Is a very bad belly to stow away
| drink.
Then heave and ho, and trombelow
The dead will be dry tonight, l
trow."
There they are, captain" said one
of the returning troopers, after the
song, to which he and his companions,
had stood listening with delighted
countenances was brought to an end,
there they are. We found Dick Wa
ters lying in the road, and when we
first came to him he gave a sort of
groan, but we didn't lift him until we
came back from hunting Roger Bell;
by that time the fellow was as dead
as a picked herring. Where do you
think we found Clapper Claw? Why,
half a mile, almost, down the stream.
He was washed along and got jammed
up betwixt the roots of sycamore.
We had long wade after him, and
trouble enough to get him-more, I'm
thinking. than a dead man is worth.
So, give us some more rum; this is ugly
work to be done in the dark"
Scratch hole for them, lads, under
the bushes" said Habershaw; put a
sod blanket over them before morning.
That's the fortune Of war, as Pepper
corn calls 1t. How are the wounded
men getting along?'
"Oh, bravely, captain" replied Shad
Green, or, according to his nickname
Red Mug: this here physic is main
thing for a scratch
"Bravely!" echoed Screech Owl, or
Tom Dubbs, the same who had been
reported by the dragoon as clicked by
the blacksmith" I'VE are plastering UP
sores here with the jolly bottle:-
Sing heave and no, and trombelow,
The Jolly Bottle is feather. l trow.'
Whats a cracked crown. so as 1t
holds mans brains?" continued the
drunken carouser, whilst a laugh de-
formed his stupid physiognomy.
How are we off for provisions
quartermaster? inquired the captain
of one Of the gang.
Eaten out of skin, from nose to
TAIL" replied Black Jack.
"Then the squad must forage to-
night" continued Habershaw. eve
must take a buck, my sweet ones; there
are plenty along the river. Get your
rifles and prepare lights, and to keep
out of the way Of our horses, don't stop
short of a mile. Be about it, lads
Black Jack, this is your business"
True, captain" replied the person
addressed: II shall have all things
ready directly"
1t was near midnight when Black
Jack, having prepared some fagots OF
pitch pine, and selected three or four OF
the best marksmen, left the bivouac to
look for deer. Habershaw himself
though lazy and inordinately impressed
with a sense of his own dignity, and
now confused with liquor could not re-
sist the attraction Of this sport. He
accordingly. not long after the others
had departed, took rifle, and attended
by his bull dog, whom he never parted
from on any occasion, slowly followed
in the direction chosen by the hunters
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