Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-03-22

On, tnen, on! Was tHe iliiiileuii'
shout of De Kalb; look not to tn
right, nor to the left, brave men-bu
on! You are alone; your own stee
must work out your safety. Charge
on! Press them out of the field! Ha
Ha. Cold steel, my brave fellows
Cold STEEL"
| And as the brave division, with ser
ried arms, rolled forward upon tn
receding foes, the baron murmured-
"Ohl for another column. to keep wha
| these fine fellows have woni-Charge
Cold Steel! Cold steel! Give them M
time to breathe!"
A group-officers and soldiers
British and American-was seeI
struggling in front. An officer wa:
down; a squad of soldiers were seek
ing to despatch him, and two other:
were unequally contending agains
them with their swords. The wound
ed officer was an American.
"Again-once more, my brave fel'
lows-once again-through them tc
the hearts of the enemy-charge-
charged" was the fierce order Of DE-
Kalb, in his imperfect English;
through them. and stop for nothing!'
But the officers are ours-they are
aides to the general" cried Brigadiel
Gist, in the hope to arrest the desper-
ate charge Of De Kalb, and save the
Americans.
And we are men!" was the response
what are these officers to. us? On
ward! over. them. brave men-once
more to the hearts Of the enemy!"
The group sought to disperse; the
assailing soldiers fled away, leaving the
wounded officer, and those who had
been fighting in his behalf, alone, be-
fore the charging squadrons. !
Hold" cried Colonel Walton, for
it was he. advancing as he spoke
hold, / pray you, Baron De Kalb! we
are your friends"
"On then-to the enemyi" cried De
Kalb, unheeding the exhortation: and
filled with his own fury-the fury Of
desperation-the advancing line resd-
lutely obeyed him. The wounded man.
and those who stood beside him. must
have been crushed, or gone along with
the pressing line; and the momenf
was, therefore, full Of peril to the
group. Presenting his sword to his
advancing countrymen. Colonel Wall
ton cried to the wounded officer, who
lay almost senseless at his feet :.
II will share your fate. Pinckney, II
I cannot divert it. 1 stand by You to
madness is this?-we are friends
would you trample us DOWN."
ION with us, them" fiercely cried
De Kalb, ION with us, If you be
friends! we know you not otherwise"
HE is too much wounded" cried
Walton, pointing to the insensible Of
ficer.
This is no time, sir, to regard the
dead or wounded. The field is COW
cred with both: shall we lose all for
one man-officer or soldier? On with
CNlD Un1t tc hn
else. On!"
1t was the last command of De Kalb,
who was already severely wounded.
In that moment the fierce onset of
the Continentals was arrested. A
new obstacle, in murderous fire from
the right, restrained their progress.
This was from Webster. Having tho
roughly defeated the Americans left,
he was now free to turn his strength
upon the isolated Continentals. This
small resolute, and now compact
body, had moved forward irresistibly.
The fierce spirit Of its commander
seemed to have been shared equally
with his men; and, though every step
which they took was with the loss of
numbers, they had ceaselessly contin-
left and centre still dreadfully upon
flexible and reckless charge.
The sudden movement Of Webster
upon their flanks first arrested their
progress. He turned the whole force
of his infantry, together with the
twenty-third regiment, upon the eX-
posed flank of the first, or SmallwQod's 8
brigade This had been commanded
bravely by Colonel Gunby. and other
of its officers, the general himself not
being available for some time before.
The shock of Webster's charge upon
this body was irresistible; they reeled
and broke beneath it. They were ral-
lied, and once more stood the assault:
They stood, however, but to contend
fresh force from the British reserve
which was now brought to bear upon
them.
This shock, and the effect of Web
ster's assault, at this critical moment.
saved the life Of Walton and that of
his wounded friend, Major Pinckney.
The fierce command Of De Kalb was
no longer obeyed by the flank regi-
ment now compelled to combat with
another enemy. They faced Webster;
and Walton found himself on the ex-
treme left, instead Of being in front OF
the body which, a moment before, had
been ordered to pass over him. In
another instant, the line reeled beyond
him; he saw the enemy pressing on,
and he rushed to the front of the re-
treating division Of Americans. Again
they were brought to stand; again
the impelling bayonets Of Webster
drove them backward; and while they
strove bravely, at the will of their OF
ficers. to unite more compactly to-
gether for the final conflict, the shrill
voice of Tarleton was heard upon the
left. Then came the rush Of his dra-
goons the sweeping sabre darting
terrible light on every hand. and CIV
ing the final impetus to that panic
which now needed but little to be
complete throughout the army.
Spare! oh. spare the Baron De
Kalbl" was a cry of anguish that
went UP from the centre of the line.
It was doubly agoniZed, as the accents
were uttered evidently by a foreign
tongue. Walton looked but an in
stant i'm the direction where lay the
old veteran, feebly striving still to
contend with the numbers who were
now pressing upon him. The CheV-
alier Du Buysson, a faithful friend.
stood over him, vainly endeavoring to
protect him by the interposition of his
own body. His piteous cry. spare the
baron! spare the baron De haip'
had little or no avail.
Eleven wounds already testified 10
the reckless courage of the veteran,
and the earnestness with which he had
done battle to the last for the liberties
of a foreign people. The bayonet was
again lifted above him to strike. when
Colonel Walton pressed forward to ms
relief. But. with the movement. he
was himself overthrown-himself ex-
posed to the bayonet of the enemy.
He threw up his sword and parried the
first stroke Of the weapon, when
glanced down and struck deeply In the
grass beside him. Another pinned MIN
by his sleeve to the spot; and ms
career in the next moment wouiu
probably have been ended but for the
timely appearance of Colonel Tarleton
himself. His order was effectual. ana
Walton rendered him his sword.
you have saved my life, sir; my
name is Colonel Walton"
The lips of Tarleton wore something
of a smiling expression. as, returning
the weapon, he transferred his prison
or to the guardianship of two or MS
troopers. The expression of his race
so smiling. yet so sinister in It's smile
surprised Walton, but he was sooh
taught to understand 1t.
The battle ceased with the fall OF
ono