Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-12-21
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A Romance of the American Revolution
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long thin black hair, that streamed
| from under a broad white hat, some
thing the worse for wear A strange
protrusion of his eyes gave his face a
gross and base expression, which was
not before lacking to produce distrust,
or even dislike. in the mind Of the OBJ
server. Humphries gazed on him a
moment before he spoke, then, as If
satisfied, he proceeded to reply
IT know nothing against the chap.
major: but the truth is, don't like
him. Indeed, l know nobody that does.
His right name is Blonay, but we all
know him better by the name of Cog
gle-a nickname which he got on ac-
count of his eyes. Something has hurt
them when young. which, you see.
makes him stare when he looks at
you"
well, but we must not refuse him
because he has got blear eye; we are
too much In need of men to stand upon
triies. Know nothing against
him?"
The bloods bad that's in him. His
father was a horsethief, and they do
say, a mulatto or an Indian. AS for
himself, the worst is, that we know
nothing about him; and that's no
good sign, major, in a country where
everybody knows the business Of
everybody How he lives, and where
and by what means he gets his bread,
is a secret. He will not work: but see
him when you will. you see him as you
see him now-one half of him sleeping
while the other half takes the watch.
Not that he can't move when the time
comes for it-or rather when he's In
the humor for It. Touch him close
upon his google eye, and he's up in
arms in moment. He will fight like
wildcat, too, and that's in his favor;
but the worst is, he fights with bad
heart, and loves to remember injuries.
do believe they keep him from sleep
at night. He's not like our people In
that: he can't knock away at once,
and have done with 1t, but he goes to
bed to think about it, and to plan when
to knock, so as never to have done with
It, He loves to keep his wrongs alive.
so that he may always be revenging."
"Still, 1 see nothing, lieutenant that
should make us discourage his desires;
and, truth to say, 1t is far easier for
US now to keep doubtful friends in our
ranks, moving with US, and continually
under our eye, than positive enemies
in our camp in the form Of prisoners,
whom we are bound to keep guard
over We manage our allies II
they show signs of bad faith, although
we risk something, doubtless, even by
the partial confidence. Better do this
than break up our little force watch
ing those who profess themselves
friends. and may yet prove So"
You may be right, major, and I
dice; but keep an eye upon him, for
he certainly will keep one on you.
Even now he Is looking slyly to this
bush. although he can't see or hear
either of us, but after the old fashion,
to find out what he can. If he were
only honest, he'd be a spy among a
thousand"
Il will see to him in particular, and
If it be possible to drill honesty into
him something may be got out of him
yet. We must take him.
Very good, sir;-and you now so
back into the camp?"
Yes: we must put the wounded man
into some sort Of care, though he Will
suffer, wanting attendance"
Leave that to me, sir. You take
him into camp. and have two men to
come out this very day, one OF whom
is a sort of doctor-good as any one
hereabout. He used to drench horses
in Dorchester: and some of the gran
nies did say. that there were no drinks
like those made by Doctor Oakenburg.
But that. I'm thinking, was because he
put more brandy in them than any
thing else: and If a Dorchester granny
loves one thing more than another, af-
ter opium, it is brandy; and some
times. liking them equally well, she
takes both together. He, major, and
the old negro, with some one Of the
troop. will be guard enough, and
Frampton's son Lance can stay with
them in the swamp. He's quite too
young to be of much service. and will
only learn what's bad. going with the
troop"
Il have thought better Of that, and
shall endeavor to attach the lad to my
self, and probably, in the end, place
him at The Oaks with my uncle. But
time wears and we must move for the
camp. l shall take these men into SER
vice. and place the wounded man un-
der the charge of one of the troopers
and your doctor can relieve him."
We'll, the doctor will be here today
with Lieutenant Porgy''-
Porgy-an ancient. and fish-like
name"
Yes. but Lieutenant Porgy is not a
| fish-though you may call him strange
one. He is more fieshy than fishy; for
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score of Dragons. He's a perfect
mountain of flesh"
He will never suit for a dragoOn.
Humphries.'
We'll. sir. if l didn't know the man.
l should think so too; but he rides like
blazes. He's been fighting from the
very beginning Of the war down in the
south. He comes from the Ashepoo.
and is mighty smart fellow, l tell you
You'll like him. Lord, how he can talk.
You'll like him, l know. He's been a
rich planter in his time, but he's ate
and drank and talked everything away
l reckon. but his horse. his Niger SER
want and his broadswOrd."
And he's one of our lieutenants, you
say"
Yes. he Joined us, saying he had
been a lieutenant from the beginning,
with Harden and Moultrie, and he
wasn't going to be less with anybody
| else. You'll like him. sir. he's man,
though he's a mountain of flesh"