Year: 1860

blood and determination to send the sln-
ner to the doom he so richly merited. The
contest was short as it was severe. Bowen
grappling with his enemy, dragged him
from his horse, and a blow from his broad
sword brought him bleeding TO his knees -
There was an aeonizing cry for mercy, as the
guilty creature fell, and saw in terror, Bowen
reigning his horse to trample him where he
lay. The ear that short time since would
have answered the call, so in sympathy with
the charities of his own heart, was now deaf
TO its cry, and trampling the wretch beneath
the hoofs of his horse, Bowen saw without
remorse, the writhiug agony, heard the vain
appeal, and as the quivering, mutilated
corpse lay still in death, shouted his tri-
umph, and calling to his men to follow, saw
them dash over the bruised remains of his
mortal foe, and led them to the last charge.


Resistance was in vain, but the unconquer.
able spirit of Ferguson refused to surrender


His men were falling on every side, and the
success of his bayonets gave him barren
ground, which he could but for moment
retain. Still, to be conquered by such a
set of halfnaked savages, wet, dirty and
bloody as they we're, from scenes of that
hot October day. was too Calling FIR his
pride, and he fought with the desperation
of dying ambition, as again and again he
drove the patriots to the foot of the hill
But Campbell cries, follow me' and the
wild men of the mountains spring with a
ruaddeuing cry to the charge, as they an
swer the fearful daring of their leader; and
Sewers sword is seen glauciug, like CLEAN
Of light, as he ga!lops with a clatter and
crash at the head of his men, through the
devouriug fire; and Cevelauds excited ap.
peals, infuse new spirit into his troops, as
they charge after him like semi devils as
they are. Aud Shelby, the able officer and
impetuous warrior, brought his men up with
skill and COURAGE worthy of him; and the
fiery valor of Williams, as he passed un.
needing through the iron tempest, and with
the chevaler gallantry of his nutare, tos


sing his gun from him as he saw Ferguson
armed only with sword and pistols, and
crying, i will have single hand tussle
with him or die; dashed on to victory or
death Charging up the rugged hill sides
they drove the flying enemy before them,
with a strength and terror as prompt and
deadly as bolt from heaven. 1t was an
awful mouent-the destinies of America
were in these patriots hands and they knew
it, and fought like men and like martyrs


Foemen were mingled hand to hand; re.
venge and patriotism on the one hand
rage and despair on the other. From the
thick haze of curling smoke, arose now a
loud and fierce huzza-now yell cf terror
how a cry of triumph, mingled with
groans and shrieks of anguish. Occasion.
ally might be seen speeding horseman,
the twinkle of polished steel, or the stern
face of patriot, as the fash of his gun for
moment illumiDed determined features


In the midst of the deadly charge, white
horse was seen galloping rideress down the
hill, the shrll notes of that silver whistle
that had so often cheered the men through
heat and burden of that stormy hour, was
'silent-theie was cry of despair, yell


for quarter, triumphant shout of the Aags
are struck, and 'victoryv victory" 'vic
tory" resounded from the mountain.