Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-11-06

ehS impression tney naQ formed or
me.
Becoming restless, the Captain or
dered one of his M. to dismount
and help search for the parole. |
was used TO rough men, but this fell
low was uncommonly SO. He pulled
ME first one way and then another,
and, becoming impatient, said: :"Cap,
this amt nothing but a confounded
Yankee spy, for what Confederate
would be caught with Yankee blue
coat on?' He was searching all this
time.
At length, passing his hand around
the tail Of the coat, he exclaimed:
Here's a paper, Cap; didn't I tell
want to carry parole hid way down
In the tail of his coat?" With a
knife he ripped the coat tail and out
fell the parole. Hand it here"
Capt. Fox said quickly. The paper
was handed and carefully perused by
Capt. Fox, the rest looking over his
shoulder. Then, with pleasant
smile, he said: You are all right,
my boy, and I'm proud of it, but you
had very close CALL" and, patting
me on the shoulder, wished me q
safe journey home, and then went
galloping down the road.
.- NO Earu reellnRS. .,
breathed sigh of relief only,
for had no hard feelings against
them. They were Confederate SOL
diers doing their duty in guarding
and protecting the helpless women
and children Of Summerville and Vi
cinity from the insults and depreda-
tions Of Potter's notorious maraud-
ers. This Capt. Fox, or his son, has
been Representative from Colleton
county to our State Legislature. AS
an explanation of this dilemma, the
secondhand blue coat that had so
continually worried me had a rend
In the pocket, which caused the pa
role, from continual walking, to
work through to the tail Of 1t, where
it was found.
The rest of the trip was made
without molestation. When / reach
ed the Edisto river l found that the
bridge had been destroyed by Sher-
man, and that served as a barrier to
my further progress. From informa-
tion given, however, I went down the
river and crossed at Coon's Ferry,
the distance travelled having added
six miles extra to my journey. ar
rived home at Blackville early on
Tuesday morning, the first week in
March, 1865. The beautiful little
village was quiet and my opportunity
for surprise to my people seemed
favorable, but, in spite Of all, was
discovered by good neighbor, a
Mrs. X, who ran over to the house
and announced my coming. Such a
meeting as greeted me l find impos-
sible to describe. My dear old mo-
ther embraced and kissed me a thou
sand times, and would cry and
laugh alternately with Joy. My ia
ther held my hand tightly and gazed
into my eyes with ineffable love, and
seemed so rejoiced and proud that
his soldier boy had been spared, and
repeated over and over to dear mo-
ther that he felt l would come home
safely. He knew I'd be a man. 1
received congratulations from the
villagers. with whom I had always
been a favorite, and now that I'd
come home safely I became the lion
Of the day, particularly so among the
many sweet and charming girls of
which our little village could boast.
A Good Bed.
The comfort and luxury Of a good
bed can best be appreciated in feel
Ing the want Of one, and I certainly
felt that appreciation the first pight
of my arrival, as / fell into the one
that my dear mother had prepared
for me, but somehow sleep would not
come to me. And, as l laid there
looking around the familiar old
room, I could hardly realize that l
was again with loved ones and safely
tucked away under the roof of my
dear parents. While in this train Of
thought the strains of sweet music
burst upon my ears and filled my
heart with true gladness, as heard
the sweet voices singing, Home
Again." This was more than
could stand, and hastily donned my
charity suit and soon found myself
on the piazza, with the merry group,
Justify and ridiculously singing and
assisting in serenading my own self.
Through the good attention of fond
mother, together with the many plea
sures gotten up for me by my sweet
girl friends, / began to recuperate
and was soon myself again, and was
waiting anXiously for my exchange to
take place, SO that l might again be
at the front and get back at my
country's enemies, but that exchange
never came. Five weeks later our
grand and noble leader, Robert e.
Lee, and his gallant remnant surren-
dered at Appomattox, and the fond
hope Of Southern independence had
vanished. A just and sacred cause
had been valiantly defended, but
lost, and with 1T was forever furled
our proud and stainless banner
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