The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1912-07-04

down over the battle field. an
the little brook trickled on it
way unheeding the fearfu
tempest that had swept it
banks that day. Its waters re
freshed the weary soldier, a
kneeling, he drank great dec
draughts. bathed his hot fac
and hands, and filing his can
teen, went slowly back to hi
regiment.
This was in the days wher
men sometimes so tired ant
worn would actually pillow then
heads on the dead bodies Of
their enemies and sleep the sleeI
Of utter exhaustion. This
night was one of those times.
Think Of fighting all day,
then at the dawning of another
day they got up to renew the
battle not yet decided. So our
soldier lay down to rest, and.
early the next morning when
he poured a little water from
his canteen to wash his face
and hands, imagine his horror
to see that it was deeply Grim
son. He had helped to spill his
enemies blood. bathed his face
and hands with it. md then
had drank it.
In 1862 he joined the sharp
shooters under Fitzpatrick and
fought like a Trojan. In the
winter of '63 at Lenore Station
he was wounded and taken
prisoner. He was shot in the
neck oy a ball which ranged
down in his body. The shot
paralized his right arm and he
could not use it for five years.
While in the hospital the pris-
oners were shown great at
tention by the confederate
women in the neigborhood.
Among them were three sisters
who were especially kind to
Cauly, and one day after he
was getting so he could walk,
one of them asked him it he
would not like to escape. With
horrible camp chase prospective
ly before him as his place of
confinement in a few days more
he quickly and heartily replied,
Il would" Promising to re-
turn for him on the following
night they went away leaving
him full of hopes for freedom
instead of dark prison walls and
scahty provisions. Early the
next evening his eyes We're re
lieved to see t;So of the sisters
as they entered. Pausing here
and there as they passed up and
down The wards they finally
reached our soldier and one of
them slipping a bundle to him
said: Put this on and when I
give you a sign, get up and
follow me" With a new born
bouyancy he put on the plain
dress. bonnet and shawl and
awaited the maiden's signal.
Without attracting notice he
followed the girls on past the
guards, they giving the counter
sign.
How his heart beat with Joy
when he remembered he was
once more FROM under the
clutches of the Yankees, and
how his ears were strained to
catch each sound. He felt the
dead leaves crush beneath his
feet with Joy and as they wend-
ed their way down the untrod
forest he heard the voice of q
female singer as it hoated up
from the banks of the Tennessee
river. What means that!' he
quickly asked. That is only
our sister singing to let Us
know that all is we'll" said one
of the girls. Soon they came to
the maiden waiting in a small
canoe and he was quickly car
ried over. In his weak condi-
tion he could not 20 far so they
carried him to their home about
a half mile farther on, where
he rested the remainder Of the
night. Suspecting a search of
their premises the next day
they concealed him beneath the
feather bed in their room, and
none too soon either for early
the next morning the Yankee
guards went to the house and
asked if he was there. This
was denied, and they searched