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U) (richman nn? TB I 8CMTJEK WATCHMAN, JE?t?bU?bed April, 1850. 'Be Just and Fear not-Let al?the Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." THK TRUE SOUTHRON ? Established Jone, 1366 Consolidated lng. 2,1881. SUMTER, S. C., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 1894. New Series-Vol. XIV. So. 14. a Published S?ry Wednesday, --BY 3>ar. ca-, osteexx, SUMTER, S. C. . TBRMS: Two Dollars per annum-io advance \ ADVERTISEMENT: One Square first insertion.......$1 00 Every subsequent insertion......... 50 Contracts fer three months, or longer will be made at reduced rates. AU communications which subserve private interests will be charged for as advertisements. Obituaries and tributes of respect will be charged for. TI BEATTY MI By ATtTKrTD B. CALHOUN. [Copyright, 1894, by American Press Associa? tion.] CHAPTER L The Beattys were quitea large fam? ily in the fall of 1861. Their home was and had been for three generations in Beatty*? creek- "Baily's crick," the people down there call it This creek is an unmapped and not at all an affluent tributary o? the Clinch river, rising in the heart of the.Cumberland range, just south of the Kentucky line. . As the crow is supposed to fly, but never does, the Beatty settlement is about 35 miles Wg^rf, CWr^feP^fi^ft ,,?CThajPS^ would be more accurate to^ say was_ about 85 miles," fol^bgifi. 8im&&' place a few years ago ii was covered" ano; ecrcept tue rusting Tronwurir scat? tered about the site of the little grist mill, there is nothing to indicate that men ever lived there. A careful search . up^he creek from where the dam stood would show, however, that persons had died cr been buried there, fox; as my guide on the occasion of, my last visit said: / "Yes, thar's a right smart lot of graves in that bunch, and they wuz all kinder kin to each other. " Bot I am' getting ahead of my story and marching it "left in front, " like a miTfraiyjfaneral yoceaaion. AH this region is splendidly wooded, well watered, and the valleys that seam the irregular mountain spurs in an in? tricate maze are as fertile as the heart of the blue gr^ss country to the north. It might have been a land of wine and honey and oil, with proper cultivation and a population that did not -believe that pork, corn and whisky are the trin? ity that make life worth the living. At the breaking out of the war there were 14 buildings, not counting corn cribs and outhouses, at Beatty's. All these structures were log and much bet? ter built and more commodious than the majority bf mountain abodes. Indeed they might be called "houses,5 ' for the smallest had more than the one room of j the average mountain cabin. The oldest and by no means the best of these houses was the home of old Hugh Beat? ty, the patriarch of the . hamlet and at this time a tall, wett preserved man of 73. Five of tiie houses were occupied , by Hugh Beatty's five married sons, the oldest, 4'young Hugh," being 50 and Andy, tiie youngest, 23. These moun? tain folk marry early, and as there is no danger as yet of overcrowding, and they are blissfully ignorant of the Malthusian theory, large families are the rule Three daughters-two of them were married to brothers named Mullins, and the third to a cousin of the Mnllinses named Martin-had three of the dwell? ings. The remaining three residences were occupied by two of young Hugh's married daughters-the husbands were Martins-and by Sam Mullins and his wife. Sam was the oldest son of Mag, old Hugh's second child. It may be noticed that there was quite a mixing of the Beattys, the Mnl? linses and the Martins, but this is not unusual The mountain people inter? marry a-great deal, and first cousins hardly count in reckoning consanguin? ity, though a fourth cousin, particularly if of the same name, is "counted ban" if it is necessary to espouse his quarrel for the sake of the family honor. The thirteenth building was a little corn grist mill, the exclusive property of the old man. It was the only mill within a day's journey, Jellico being the nearest point at which corn could be ground when Beatty's dam broke down or the simple machinery got ont of or? der. All the grist arrived on horse or mole back. There were two wagons at Beatty's, and young Hugh had a buggy which, on its first appearance, excited the mountains round about, and people came for miles to see it and then shook their heads, for the bravest felt that it would be "temptin o' Providence to ride in sich a slim, reeky thing. " The fourteenth building; known as ' 'the store, " was the largest in the place and was "run" by young Hugh. Cheap prints, yarn, hats, tinware, tobacco and snuff, with nails, coffee and dried cod? fish, all wagoned from Knoxville, con? stituted the principal stock in trade of the store. Whisky, perhaps, should be given first place, but that was purely a domestic article, manufactured by Andy and his brother Dan in a stillhonse about half ?mile down the stream-not to avoid the internal revenue officers, for there was none in those days, but tobe free from the offensive odor of the pig- j pens, the pork fed on the still ' slops" being a primo source of income. Old Hugh Beatty had been a soldier, and so something of a traveler in his time. In the war of 1812 he marched to Nashville with his rifle on his shoulder and Joined General Jackson's brigs and then he marched to New Orle and * helped to win the battle ; marched home again without ever dr ing a cent of pay. It was this com1 ?with the outer world that made 1 more ambitions than his neighbors, cleared the land and planted an orch and grew corn and oats and hay. pad a kitchen garden that was a son pf wonder to his neighbors, none Whom could be tempted to "take s truck into their innards.'' He rai cows and chickens and turkeys, and | carried a silver watch and could tell 'time by it, and, still more amazing, Hugh could read, and he taught j children the same mystery. 1 At uncertain times a circuit.ri would drop down on the settlement, t i jthen the store would be turned int ! meeting house, particularly if it \ i the winter season, and messengers wo-, j pe sent np to invit? the neighbors for ?niles round about to "come down I meetin. " These meetings often las [ ?for two weeks and were seasons of gr physical excitement and spiritual freshment. On such occasions old Hu always professed religion and went to tue mourners' bench, and all . family and neighbors followed his < ample in this, as they did in his sub quent lapses from grace. All this and much of what is toi low I learned from the lips of old Hu himself. Tinker Dave Beatty is a name w known to the surrounding officers a men of, the Seventh and .the Nin Pennsylvania cavalry and of the Fi Kentucky and other mounted Uni regiments that operated along the Cu borland plateau at different times in t coarse of the war. He was a Confedere guerrilla of the most vicious, conni and bloodthirsty stamp and would ha stretched a halter had he ever been ca tured. It is possible that this man w related to old Hugh Beatty, but the If ter indignantly denied it Before the war Tinker Dave Beat made a living by traveling on horseba through the mountains mending ti ware, and he frequently took excursio: into the slave lands to the south, whe it is believed he contracted his sece sion notions. His life gave him a know edge of the roads and trails that subs quently was of the greatest value to tl Confederates, and an acquaintance wi1 the mountaineers that resulted in tl exile or annihilation of many a Unie family. .Secession as a doctrine, practical < theoretic was something old Hug Beatty and his sons and kinsmen di not understand, but when they hear that the stars and stripes had been toi to shreds and trampled under foot, an that Tennessee had joined a newrepul lie, and that many of her SOJOS were es listing to uphold it, they saw into th situation and vs necessities at once. Hitherto the mountaineers had take but little interest in the affairs of the; own state and none at all in the state beyond, but now they made journey down to the postoffice towns and \i. la^es to learn the news and then wer back to their cabins to discuss it "The rich slaveholders have grow tired of the old Union because they ca no longer run it, and now they have se up a government of their own an brought on a fight They say the moun tain men must side with them for on lives and property and liberty, but w don't see it in that light " This is how the men in the Cumber land range reasoned. Their hearts wer with the Union. They could not giv perhaps a logical reason for this inclina tion, but they stood ready to attest thei devotion by the strongest evidence o sincerity-they would fight for the star and stripes till the death. The store at Beatty's, in October ant November, 1861, was crowded day an< night as if a revival were in progres as in truth there was, but there wa neither psalm singing nor preaching no; praying, nor, for the matter of that much talking, but tl ere was a grea deal of earnest swearing and a grea; deal of quiet discussion as to the righ thing to do in the very unusual circum stances that confronted them. Then was a strong hope, if not a strong be lief, that neither side would bother th? Cumberland mountain men, but ole Hugh Beatty, the man who had foughl under and shaken hands with Andrev? Jackson, and by virtue of this had be? come an authority that it would be foll* for less favored men to dispute, held tc it that no man able to fight could keep out of the troubla Scouts were sent down to the Holston, even as far south as Knoxville, and ovei to Powell's valley, and soon they began to return with the news that Andrew Johnson had fied north; that Parson Brownlow was in jail, and that Jeff Davis' soldiers were conscripting men in the Great Smoky range and would soon como into the Cumberland hills for the same purpose. When old Hugh heard this, he addressed the tall, butter? nut clad men in the store as follows: "Boys, we uns is in fo' it We uns hez got to be carried off like d-d nig gahs to fight fo' Jeff Davis or else show his doggone hounds our teeth and go in for the ole flag and the Union. Seein my chillen and growed gran'chillen 'bout me, I was jist 'bout gittin to think that mebbe I was comin nigh to be a ole man, more particklar as this fall I failed to chip a squir'l for the first time in 60 years, but a man is a heap sight bigger'n a squir'l, and, by the eternal, the man that forces me to be a rebel agin my will must be able to shoot ! quicker and straighter and offner nor ! me. "Me and my sons and my gran'sons ! and the gals' husbands hev got our rifles in good order, and tho wimmin is i a-moldin bullets and a-greasin patches. If anv of von Tins want ammnnifrir>n ???<r?s young Hugh ez will tell yon nns to help yo'sels. Git ready to wunst Tell tile wimmin folks yon nns may be 'bleged to leave fo' a bit and light ont fo' Kain tuck or som'eres north, whar thar's men with bayonets a-guardin the ole flag. Tell the wimmin that hit may j so be that they'll hev to plant the oo'n , and keer fo' things next spring, as hit may take till after that to fotoh back to the Cumberland hills w'at we uns is gwine after, and w'at's 'bleged to come, by G- and with his help, and that's the ole flag!" The tall men greeted this speech with I a yell such as had not been heard in ! that Talley since the last fight with the j Indians in 1809, when old Hugh's fa? ther was killed, and for some minutes it would have been difficult for an out? sider to tell whether the men were in? dulging in a swearing match or there was a particularly earnest revival in progress. Two days before this declaration of independence on the part of the moun? taineers at Beatty's, Andy, old Hugh's youngest son, and a number of other young men went over to spy out the land in the neighborhood of Jellico, to which point it was reported that Gen? eral Zollicoffer, at the urging of Gov? ernor Harris, had sent from Nashville a regiment of men to scour the Cumber? land mountains and ^ bring in every man capable of pulling a trigger or sit? ting a horse. " It was further rumored that the troops were being guided by Tinker Dave Bsatty, and that they were to begin operating along the Ken? tucky line, so as to prevent the escape of Union men in that direction. Young Hugh was filling powder horns and handing out caps and lead, with the help of his young sister-in-law, Andy's wife, when a shrill yell was heard far up the creek, and every one in the store rushed out the door. They saw Andy Beatty's horse flying down the trail, but Andy was not in the sad? ella The rider was Cor McNeil, a young ?man who had accompanied the scout to Jellico. "Wat's the news?" "Whar's the boy?" "Whar's my Andy?" These were the questions hurled at the rider by the "WTiqr'stheboyf11 men and the wild eyed young wife, who gathered about Cor McNeil as he flung himself from his panting horse. The young man had not the art of breaking bad news gently. He held up his right hand and showed that it was wrapped in a crimson rag, from which the blood still oozed Then he shouted, as if eager to have the mountain peaks hear his words: "Andy Beatty is murdered! And so is young Sam Mullins! All the rest is took by the men Tinker Dave is a-lead in!" Shouts of horror and fierce impreca? tions burst from the men, and the young widowed wife, white faced and dumb, clung to the arm of her husband's fa? ther. Old Hugh Beatty's SOD and a grand? son were murdered, and another was in the hands of "the conscriptors. " Yet, without giving a sign to tell of the aw? ful agony at his heart, he showed his natural ability to lead by remaining the only cool man present. "Take the gal to the house, Hugh," said the old man to his son, "and let the wimmin comfort her like, fo' she needs hit. But we uns must hev yo' har. Andy was yer brother, my last bawn, and he's gone. Them ez tuk him is a-1 i vin. This ain't no time fo' weepin, my son. '! Respect for and obedience to parents are the strongest canons in the unwrit? ten creed of these mountaineers. Young Hugh, although a grandfather himself, promptly did as he had been ordered, and then Cor McNeil, after having been refreshed with a half gourd of whisky, finished his story and replied to the bat? tery of questions fired at him On the return from Jellico he and his four companions found themselves un? expectedly surrounded by a large body of armed men on foot, who shouted to them to surrender. They knew that these were soldiers from Nashville, and Andy Beatty, calling to his friends to follow his example, fired at the men in gray, then threw himself along his horse to charge through. The result was as stated Cor McNeil alone got through. His own horse had been killed, but he found Andy Beatty's and galloped down to spread the news and to assure the Union men that the soldiers would be in the settlement by daylight It was now dark in the valley, with the last glint of day, like a fading hope, on the ridge to the east. The deathwail came from the houses up the slope, like the "keenin" cry with which the Celtic Irish peasants and the Highland croft? ers still mourn their dead. "Hit's the wimmin," said old Hugh to his friends. "The tears'll do 'em good, pore things, but sichisu'tfo' men who hez tho livin to think of. Git to yer homes, boys, and tell yer folks w'at I^vo_d?n^toie^^jo?s to tell *em JSf thar's bread Baked and meat has fotoh along a few days' lastin. ?f i take too much time, don't wait, nns must be a right smart way to north afore sun np. " In discussing the possibility of j this state of affairs with his family Hugh Beatty had declared that ev man and boy who could shoot a x must either volunteer to fight on side of the Union- or be forced to d< on the side of the rebellion. His s agreed with him in this, but they urj that he should stay at home, not beca he was feeble, for they did not bell that, but to watch over the women t the children. To this the old man plied: "My grandfather and my father a all his brothers fought in the Revo tion, and at one time-that was wi they lived over on the Big Kanawha Varginny-they didn't see their wi min folks for nigh onter three year. ^ things went on jest nigh 'bout ez gc ez ef they'd staid home. Then, ef I v to stay back, I'd be took like Pars Brownlow and toted off to Nashville Knoxville to rot in a jail. Why, bo; if they was to put me-me ez hez 1rs my life in these mountains-in sicl place it'd kill me plum dead in a we( But I tell you uns ef so be hit ah knowed to all that I can march wi the youngest and tire him out, a while I can't thread the needle fo't ole mother any more without usin th? doggone specs I won't ax no odds f'< . any man in all aist Tennessee whin 1 comes to drivin a nail with a bull? Besides all that I've been a sojer a you uns ain't, so F-Q take the crowd 1 to Camp Dick Robinson in Kaintuc whar the Union men is a-makin rea? to give Governor flams h-L " There was no setting aside this arg ment. The old man was going, not impedimenta, but as a leader, and 1 gray haired wife " 'lowed hit would best fo' the boys." When it became known that all ? men of the settlement would leave th night, the towheaded children and ti gray eyed women ceased their wailin and working with an awful eamestne for the living they forgot to sorrow f the dead. They made bread and cook< meat for husband and father and brot er. They tied up the bullets and patch and rolled blankets to be slung at tl shoulder, for the nights in the hills ? that season were "powahful cold. " B fore the death of Andy Beatty and h nephew, young Sam Mullins, the: were 18 men in the .settlement, inclm ing the old man, able to bear arm though two of them, Dan Mullins ai Burt Martin, were under 17. They ha horses, but as there was snow on tl ground and it would be difficult, if n< impossible, to get fodder in the mom tains to the north, it was decided 1 make the trip on foot. By ll o'clock that night 21 men can in from the hills with their rifles i their backs and said they were read] This made a force of 37 all told, au they felt strong enough to annihilai the regiment then in the mountains, bi a bitter experience cured them of th: confidence. Although old Hugh knew little < nothing of military discipline-and ii deed these mountaineers never too kindly to military restraint-he had natural leader's appreciation of the n< cessityof obedience, and byway of ha\ ing a reason for the authority he mear to exercise he proposed that two officer* a captain and a lieutenant, be electee This was soon settled by the selectio of himself for the first position an young Hugh for the second. A great many of the women in th adjoining valleys had come with thei husbands, brothers and sweethearts, an? these, with the women and childre: from the Beatty settlement, made crowd that filled the store. Old Mrs Beatty replenished the bottles of all th women with snuff, and they manifeste? their suppressed nervousness by "dip ping" a great deal. When midnight came and the mei were ready to move, old Hugh tol< them to uncover and kneel, and whei they had done this each man, with J group of shrieking women and childrei about him, "the captain," as the] called him till the greater Captain sum moned him, raised his white bearde( face to the black rafters and prayed a; no revivalist had ever prayed before ii that building, and the women sobbed, and with broken voices the men callee out, "Praise God!" and "Amen!" Tw< scouts were sent ahead along the desig? nated trail; then the men kissed theil wives and little ones-an unusual thing, for these people are as undemonstrative as the Indians whom they superseded and the march for Camp Dick Robinson, 150 miles across the tempest tossed Cumberland range to the north, began. Neither then nor at any time during the terrible struggle on which they had so suddenly and so daringly entered did these men or any of the survivors be? lieve that they were heroic or even do? ing anything that was particularly praiseworthy. Nor were they impressed with the notion that they were acting from a high sense of duty to God and themselves, as did their Covenanter an? cestors when they went psalm singing to battle. They had simply made a choice in which the feelings only were consulted, and, come victory or defeat, come life or death, they were ready to accept the result-even the worst I without a murmur. There were three bodies of men whom the captain cautioned his scouts that they must learn about and avoid. First, the troops that Tinker Dave Beatty was guiding; second, the men who were as? sembling at and fortifying Cumberland Gap, and, lastly, tho large bodies of young Kentuckians who at this time were making their way south to join the Confederate army. ? From midnight till noon of the fol? lowing day they kept on, with the long tireless, stride peculiar to these moun? taineers, stopping at daylight for a few minutes to heap some stones on the shal? low graves of Andy Beatty and Sam Mullins and drawing some comfort from the fact that on the other side of the spring there was a cluster of six graves, with the names of the dead penciled on pieces of bark at the head. The men were halted and had just finished eating when the two scouts one of them was Dan Beatty, the old captain's son-returned and reported the hills " 'bout a half hour's run to the no'th" covered with men in gray. The younger men, burning to avenge their dead, were for keeping right on, confi? dent that they could sweep any number of rebels from their path, but the old captain shook his head and gave the or? der to leave the trail and make for the trackless and more inaccessible moun? tain heights. It had been snowing since daylight, a fact that made against them, but they hoped that they would have passed be? yond the line of the enemy before their tracks were discovered. With a view to throwing the Confederates off the trail, the old captain divided his force into two parties, the younger men, under young Hugh, to make a detour of Oak mountain, while he, with the others, kept along the western side, both" par? ties to meet at the Point of Bocks, due north of the mountain,- about dusk that night. This plan appeared to work ad? mirably, and the men, now pretty well exhausted, were about to make a camp tor the night, when one of the pickets came running in, shouting at the top of his voice: "Theyare comin, boys! Comin f'om every p'int!" CHAPTER H. The news brought in by the scouts did not demoralize Captain Hugh Beat? ty or his men. They did not expect to get ont of Tennessee without a fight, and if it had to come there could be no better time nor place. A great fire had been lighted near the snrinsr. but it would be fatal to remain about the light with the enemy in the outer circle of darkness. Calling to the men to follow him, old Hugh made for a pile of rocks that crowned, like a ruined castle, the crest of a hill a hundred yards north of the place selected for a camp. They reached these rocks in time .to head off the Confederates, who, seeing the advantage of the position, made a dash to seize and hold it "Shoot at every movin thing and make sure to hit it " This was the old captain's advice to his men, and acting on it they poured a murderous fire into the soldiers in gray, who were not a hundred feet from the rocks when the Union men seized them. "After shootin, the next thing is to load ez quick as God will let you " This was another of old Hugh's stand? ing commands, and with the allusion to Deity left out it might take a prominent place in tactics designed to meet the ne? cessities of irregular troops. Oaths, shouts of anger and cries of agony told that the fire of the Union men hr.d been effective, and the captain reasoned that the enemy would not at? tack again before daylight. He knew that country, to use his own language, "Ez well's ez if I'd dug out the valleys and piled up the hills." He realized that, while the rocks were a good place for temporary defense, they might be turned into a trap if he remained there till the enemy could collect ail his force and surround the place. "We uns must git out o' heah afore sun up, and so's to keep from shootin each other in the dark, we. uns must keep a-holerin 'The Union! the Union! d-n you ! ' " The men understood this. They made a supper of the cooked bacon and corn bread they had brought with them; then in a circle of 100 yards about the rocks several of the force acted as pickets, while the others, under the captain's orders, slept as best they could. "Two o'clock by my watch. " This was the time set for starting, the hour in the morning which Napoleon believed most severely tested the courage. The old captain knew this quite so well as did Napoleon, and he also knew that the advantage, numbers apart, was al? ways with the party attacking in the darkness. The best course from the rocks was due north in the direction of the Kentucky line, and the old man reason? ed, and rightly, too, that the Confeder? ates would place their largest forces in that direction. At 2 o'clock, and after all the men, himself excepted, had had about four hours' sleep, he gave the order to move "to the south still as death and shoot down everything in front " In addition to his rifle every man had a knife in his belt and one or two revolvers strapped over his hips, and the youngest of the old man's grandsons could shoot as well as himself, and that meant a phenomenal expertness in the use of firearms. There are times when prisoners can? not be taken-when to accept a sur? render would mean ruin-and this was one of the occasions. The Union men, silent as the night shadows about them, came upon the drowsy pickets of the enemy and shot them down, then shout? ing, "The Union! the Union! d-n you!" Captain Beatty and his kinsmen Highest of all in Leavening Pow Ro>l ABSOLUT and neighbors dashed into a camp in which there was a force twice as strong as their own. They fired, and the de? moralized enemy, after a wild fusillade, broke and ran, while Beatty's men re? loaded and then dashed back to the Point of Rocks. The other Confederates ran in the direction of the firing, leaving the road to the north open. One of Captain Beatty's men, a neigh? bor named Campbell, was killed, and yoong Hugh, the lieutenant, had a bul? let in his right breast The brave fellow, with the blood frothing from his mouth and nose, kept on till daylight; then he fell on the trail and begged his friends to go on and save themselves. The old man's first bfrn was stricken down, and his youngest born was already dead, yet he still retained his courage and calm? ness, still kept to himself the terrible agony at his Heart, still was resolved"to do his duty by the living and to his country till he was called himself. Making a stretcher of a blanket and two poles, young Hugh was laid on it; and men were detailed to carry it This interfered with their progress, but though they knew that the lieutenant could not live for many days, or even hours, they bravely determined to stand by him till the last and to die by bim if need be. The enemy followed close behind. The Kentucky line at daylight was only 20 miles away, and Captain Beatty hoped that the Confederates would not follow into that territory. About the middle of the afternoon they were in Kentucky, but to their surprise they found the men in gray ahead of them. Here death came in mercy to young Hugh, and at the base of a rock directly on the border, his kinsmen and neigh? bors hollowed a grave with their knives, wrapped him op in his blanket and laid him to rest, "till sich times as the good Lord will let the livin tote him back to Ba tty's crick," said the old man as he arose from his knees beside the grave. "Hit was like drivin a knife into my heart to leave Hugh thar," said the old man, with a suppressed sob, as he told me this part of his story. "He was a son, and a brother, and a friend, all rolled into one. He was 50 when he died, but he all us called me 'dad; ' and he was never sot on doin a thing that I opposed. He never gin me a crost word nor a angry look. He was al lus my boy, even whin the great Master sent him boys of his own. Hugh wasn't sod-d pious ez some folks, but he had a clean soul, and I reckon thar wasn't a stain on it ez his blood shed for the old flag wouldn't wash clean ez rain and pure ez the snow on the hilltops. The angels guard in the gates of heaven will be kep' right busy a-lettin souls in and a-bar rin souls out durin this wah, but whin they seed my Hugh they didn't chin fo' long, but jest swung the doab wide open and said: 'Enter, ole feller. This is the place built since the foundation of the world and glorified by the blood of Jesus Christ, jest fo' men o' yo'r build. ' " Captain Beatty had heard of Ken? tucky's "neutrality," to him a very vague word, but he had an idea that it meant that armed men from Tennessee could not cr would not enter that state. He knew nothing of the doings of Zol licoff er and Albert Sidney Johnston, nor did he try to reason out why General Thomas of the Union army should have established a camp over near Danville, which had then continued to be .for more than a year the rendezvous of the mountain Union men of Kentucky and Tennessee. . Leaving their own state did not bring rest or safety to the men from Beatty's creek, and they soon saw that the men who wanted to break up the Union under the plea of state rights had no re? spect for state lines. They entered Ken? tucky at the southeast corner of Wayne county, and here they were joined by little parties of refugees who increased the force to about 50 men. The new? comers were Unionists and all moun? taineers, and Camp Dick Robinson was their objective point. These men knew or had heard of old Hugh Beatty, and one and all were ready to take service under him. "We uns ain't nuntin no fight yet, boys. Efl so be the d--d rebs will keep out of our way and let we uns go up to Camp Dick Robinson, thar won't be no shootin to hurt, but if so be they wants to stop us then we uns'll give 'em the best we has. " This was Captain Beatty's advice to the new men, and they agreed with him, as they were ready to do if he had proposed to hunt up the enemy and fight him But there was no need to hunt for the enemy. He was all about them, and from the time Captain Beatty's men crossed the line till they reached the Cumberland river, on the 1st day of January, 1862, there was not an hour when they were not fighting or within sight of the Confederates. When Captain Beatty started out, he believed that he could reach Camp Dick Robinson, 150 miles to the north, with? in a week, and his party carried enough provisions to last for that time, but he was forced to change his course so many times and to double back on his trail so often that they had made only 100 miles after three weeks, and out of the original 37 nearly one-half had been killed in the frequent skirmishes. Many of the others were so severely wounded that they had to be helped or carried, and all er.-Latest U. S. Gov't Report