The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1909-09-24

,u.. one. 10 doubt. that had done ser
vice in the raids agaln5; Tarleton.
This ne caught up with a coveteous
eve. From the horn hanging Oh the
peg over the door he took a handful
of Kentucky rife powder and rammed
it home. Bullets were scarce in those
days, 50 Bud melted up chunks OF
pewter, old nail heads, and scrap iron
and loaded the old pistol to the brlm.
In. fact. as ii was said III those days,
that pistol was LOADED for Bar. .
This Bud cautiously concealed in his
bosom, during all his hiding out. lena
would have tainted dead away had
she known Bud kept so deadly wea-
pom in his care. 1t was an old-fash-
ioned flint and steel. The flint had
long since lost out Of the hammer,
but Bud was resourceful. He took the
flint out Of the old squirrel rifle, pour
ed powder in the pan and the lnno-
cent looking old weapon might 90
harm from front or rear.
Day BY day Solomon took his place
in his retreat, and Tena's loom could
be heard far and wide. bamb! bamb !.
with her anxiety to reach the end
where Bud : jacket commenced. They
were both fighting against time. Had
the women Of the Fundelwlnder
household known that Bud was going
about with that dangerous weapon IN
his bosom they would have died OF
fright. What Solomon's idea Of the
wherewitb Of the pistol was will per-
haps never be known till the crack
Of doom.
;Tena had now begun on Buds vest
in earnest, and no amount OF persua-
sion or intimidation could keep Sol
omon from coming up from the calf
pasture to Jhke look at his jacket,
of shining, beautiful brilliant red, the
apex of his Hfe's ambition. But lena
always guarded him with a cautious
wave Of her hand, and to this day no
one ever knew what Bud thought OF
the Yankees. whether he thought
they were some great beasts or say
age-winged animals or some kind OF
mishapen, blood-drinking kind OF hu-
mans-Soiomon didn't know or dldn t
care. He had his pistol loaded full:
that was sufficient.
1t was baking day-this epoch-nak-
ING day Of the Fundelwinder's. Great
clouds Of curling smoke could be seen
southwark, telling too plainly that
Sherman was near. The day will
never be forgotten, and to this day
all time is computed by this "bak-
ing day of Tena's.' Children's ages,
marriages and deaths are reckoned by
50 many years since "Tena Fundel-
winder's bake day." Now, it came
about, that Tena didn't notice the
smoke was so close that morning, else
she wouldn't have put the fire In her
oven, perhaps. But she could now
distinctly see old Squire Mett's saw
mill burning, and Money John s
dwelling going up in smoke, but, as
her dough was all made out, and the
oven hot, she said, there was not use to
stop now, thty had to eat, "Yankees
or no Yankees. Bud had gone to his
hiding place, Tena having provided
him with huge Chris-Krinkle piece
of light bread. So everything looked
favorable for peace during the day.
Tena had finished weaving her piece,
Buds Jacket and all, but would de-
lay cutting it out Of the loom till the
baking was all over.
Just as Tena had drawn out the
.loaves of bread and was in the act OF
putting in the custards and pies, four
blue-coated soldiers galloped up
to the gate. None Of the people
thereabouts had even seen before,
thest folks Of the cloth Of blue. Great
rows of brass buttons on their coats,
guns strapped to their saddle bows,
great swords belted to their waists,
and jingling spurs at their heels, tod
too we'll that they were the dreaded
soldiers. Thank goodness! Bud was
safe! Piling her loaves Of bread IN
the tray, Tena set the whole on an
old table out under the great spread
ing oaks and darted towards the house
by way Of the back piazza. The YAM
KEGS had hitched their horses at the
front fence-yes, one did ride inside
and tie his steed to the piazza post
All began entering the house by the
front door
Just as Tena put ner foot on the