Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1912-07-11


Of strength, courage, endurance, for
which they had-left their homes. They
might be poorly drilled, addressed,
variously armed, yet these were fight
ing men.
1t was midnight when Morgan led us
up the steep bluff, and out upon the
sandy road. We advanced silently,
and In struggling column through the
darkness, passing the embers of
camp fires for several miles, the re-
cumbent soldiery of other commands
sleeping on the ground. At Hopewell,
Washington was holding another coun.
Gil with his officers. AS we swung
past we could perceive his tall figure
standing in the glow Of fire, and
there arose from the lips Of our men
4 sudden, involuntary cheer, breaking
strangely upon the solemn silence OF
the night. The group about him were
startled and looked about, and he
paused moment shading his eyes.
What troops are these?" he asked,
his voice cutting across the distance.
A hundred answered him:
"Morgan's riiemen!"
Good, my Iads!" and even at that
distance could see his face brighten.
There will be work for you at dawn"
With rolling cheer, echoing down
our ranks from front to rear, we an
swered, swinging the guns over our
heads, as we swept forward into the
dark night. There might be discus
sion, dissension about that council fire,
but there was none in the hearts Of
those who were going out to die. AL.
ready rumors were flying about re.
garding Lees unwillingness to engage
In battle. l saw him as trudged
past, standing beside Wayne, the fire
light on his face, although his head
was bowed. Even to our cheers he
never once glanced up, and, as we
passed beyond the radius Of light.
laid my hand upon the name Of Nor
gan's horse.
us it true that Charles Lee thinks
We should let Clinton 60 without fight
ing?" asked soberly. "That was ru
mored at the ferry"
otis enough" he answered, hi
eyes upon the dark column of plod
ding men. "And he seems to have
others with him. know not what ha!
put the coward into the fellows O.
late. Saint Andrew! the odds are nj
greater than we have met before. Blu
there'll be no fighting, lad, l. fear, un
less Washington takes the bit in hi
teeth and orders it. I'm glad the boy
cheered him; twill give the man new
keart."
: you favor the joining Of issue?"
i why not? We're we ever in bette
fettle? A retreating army is Away
half whipped, and we can choose on
ground. Why, lad, tits reported Clir
tons line stretches out full, lively
miles, with train of baggage wagon
and battery horses, and camp follow
ers enough for a division. Twill b
easy work attending to them, and mos
Of his troops are Dutch and Tories.
By daylight We came up with tn
New jersey militia, lying at res. aIon
the bank OF the Milestone river, wal
ing their turn to ford that stream, an
join Maxwell on the opposite short
From where stood could see III
thin lines Of Continentalsl spreadin
out like fan, as the skir,pishers a,
vancrd'est ,lsss Dew
the tra,nplcd bank. men We're strus
Cling with a light battery, and sudder
ly In the press Of figures Icame upo
Farrell. He was mud vfrori head I
foot, his face streaked with 1t, but l.
looked up with beaming eyes as
spoke his name. and our hand
clasped.
81 thought you would be over Their
with Maxwell" lie said, pointln
across at the black dots, now clearl
distinguishable in the glow of SUI
shine.
81 was left behind, and came up ju!
now with Morgan" replied. But
am anxious enough to be with my ow
fellows. What means that skirmis
line, Farrell? Are we already in touc
with Clinton?"
He swept the hair out of his eye
with his great fist.
mo one knows exactly, but the Bri
ish are not far Off, and are headed tn
way. A scout came through with Il
news two hours ago-Clinton has Ia
: en- the road to Monmouth" Il
. chuckled grimly, glancing at my fac
. "And who think 20 the lad was wi
told us?"
! "Who?" my throat tightening.
l 1.-THE same you was so anxious abo,
e. few days back"
r Mortimer! Eric Mortlmer%
aye, unless my eyes fail me {
; ready, II was the boy"
y "You are sure? You saw him."
!, well. had a glimpse, as he can
r up the bank here from the ford, h
Q horse dripping. 1t was dark still, al
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