Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, July 17, 1906, Image 1

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j^j| ' ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. l. m. grist's sohs, Pubiuher.. [ % dfamilj Newspaper: 4|or the promotion of the political, JSoqiat, JJjriqultupl and <Kommn;riat interests o|T the people. {TgKiaSui^^op"HBvilc*lm*NCg^ ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, 8. C., TUESDAY, JULY 17, 1906. ISTO. 57. THE A Story of the Timei Alexander BY JERE CHAPTER X?Oo NT I N'lTBD. Colonel Burr was not yet ready for active operations against the enemy. He wished first to accustom his men to the restraints of a wholesome discipline, as weil as to make his own po sitlon perfectly secure in every respect. For this latter purpose he established a system of sleepless vigilance, and organized a corps of patrols and videttes so effective that it was impossible for a party of British troops to move In any direction without his Immediate knowledge. In this he was greatly aided by the country people, who, satisfied that they had at last found a protector, repaid him tenfold by freely and promptly communicating every species of information that might aid his operations. In numerous encounters with small parties of the enemy, Colonel Bunhad a fair opportunity of testing the mettle of his men, and he was gratified by observing that they feared no danger and counted no odds when he was their leader. As soon as he w-as fully satisfied that they could be reIn onv nmarapnnv hc? rP?JOlVP(i to employ them on a more dangerous service than any In which they had yet been engaged. - In the lower part of the country the British had erected a block-house as a rallying point for their foraging and plundering parties; this, again, was protected by a strong body of several thousand troops, posted some two or three miles off. To . destroy this block-house would be to deprive them of a safe and convenient place of retreat, and increase the danger of their forays to such an extent as to make It probable they would be abandoned altogether. He had, according to his custom carefully inquired about it, and only waited for a dark and rainy night to put in execution the plan he had formed. It was not long before the weather proved as propitious as he could desire, and, selecting forty men, properly equipped and Instructed, just after nightfall he began his march for the scene of action. At 2 o'clock In the morning he arrived in the vicinity of the blockhouse. Here he divided his force into two parties the one commanded by Capt. Black, to whom his Instructions had been previously communicated, and the other by himself. The garrison was burled In sleep and the shivering sentinels were more intent upon protecting themselves from the bitter blasts of a northern winter than in looking out for an enemy of whose presence they did not dream. Suddenly the thick darkness was illuminated by flashes of light, and loud and clear rang a voice upon the night air, "Charge, and smoke the murdering bandits from their den!" There was a simultaneous rush, short ladders were planted against the block house, showers of hand-grenades were poured through the port-holes, and the drowsy garrison started from their slumbers to find themselves surrounded on all sides by fire. The assault had been too sudden and too well planned to admit of resistance, and the Brit ish soldiers, instead of flying to their arms, yelled lustily for quarter. This was at once granted, the prisoners secured, and a rapid retreat commenced. The ruddy hue painted upon the heavens by the burning block-house gave early notice at the British camp of the danger of their friends, and a strong body of horse, followed by another of Infantry, was dispatched without delay to their assistance. But long before they could reach the scene, their enterprising foe, with all his prisoners, was safe beyond the reach of pursuit. A heap of burning coals and blackened stones greeted ineir arrival, out no human being was left to point out the pathway of the destroyer. The next day Colonel Burr sent up his prisoners to General McDougall, and received in return the warm plaudits of his veteran commander. To the common soldiers he had now become an idol. His unwearied exertions to procure them shoes, blankets, and other comforts, his tender solicitude for the sick and wounded, the unvarying urbanity of his deportment, and his perfect readiness to endure whatever he required others to undergo, created an enthusiastic love for his person that was only surpassed by their unbounded confidence in his military abilities. The very strictness of the discipline he enforced made his other qualities stand prominently out on the canvas, and they respected and loved him the more from the fact that they dared not trlfie with his orders. Brave men they could find anywhere?humane men, though not so abundant ? ?= n" r-irltv It was the unio.i of courage and humanity, animated by tireless activity, and regulated by the highest intelligence, that seized upon their affections, and, to their eyes, invested the young officer with the attributes of a demigod. The capture of the block-house was soon followed by an enterprise upon a larger scale. Governor Tryon, of house burning memory, came out of New York at the head of two thousand men. His main object was to destroy certain salt-works on Long Island sound, but coupled with this he had it in view to drive off cattle, and indulge his men generally in their favorite recreation of robbery and murder. Colonel Burr, though far inferior in the num ber of men he could prudently withdraw from their posts, determined to make the governor pay for his amusement. A messenger was accordingly dispatched to General Putnam, who was nearer to the enemy than himself advising that officer of his intention to get into Tryon's rear and compel him to give battle or surrender. At the same time he earnestly requestd the general to make such demonstrations In front as would draw Tryon's attention from his own movements, and facilitate the object he had In view. By means of false information, the British succeeded in misleading General Putnam as to the object and direction of their march, and instead of complying with the request of Colonel Burr, he IVALS. s of Aaron Burr and 1 Hamilton. CLEMENS. sent back his courier to communicate to Burr the supposed fact that Tryon had turned off toward Connecticut. Chnnirlnir tho dirArlinn of his own col umn. Burr followed, as he imagined, in pursuit; but he had not gone far before he ascertained certainly that General Putnam had been Imposed upon. Without a moment's hesitation the faces of his men were again turned toward the Sound. About nightfall, after a long and fatiguing march, he came up with the British r?ar. Inferior in numbers, and wearied as his own men were, he allowed no time for repose, but at once led them on to the attack. The conflict was short. Governor Tryon was thoroughly alarmed by the boldness and impetuosity of the onset, and thought more of escaping than of fighting. In haste and disarray he retired from the field, abandoning all the plunder he had collected, and leaving many prisoners in the hands of the conqueror. The military career of Colonel Burr was now drawing to a close. The disease contracted by his exposure on the field of Monmouth had terminated in a confirmed and settled malady, under the debilitating effects of which he was rapidly sinking. Heretofore the regularity and abstemiousness of his habits had been of essential service in enabling him to undergo the hardships he imposed upon himself, but constant exposure, In spite of all the precautions of prudence, did its work at last. The opening of spring, to which he had looked for his probable restoration to health brought with it increased debUity, and he became painfully conscious that he was no longer able to discharge his duty in the manner to which he had been accustomed, and in which he would alone consent to discharge it. On the 10th of March, 1779, with deep regret, and after long hesitation, he transmitted his resignation to the commander-in-chief. No one ever left the service of his country under circumstances more creditable to him, as an officer and as a man, than did Colonel Burr. He found upon the lines of Westchester a discontented, disorderly and demoralized rabble, who hid behind their intrenchments at every appearance of a British force; who made no distinction, in their marauding expeditions, between friend or foe; and plundered, indiscriminately, the unoffending and the guilty. In a short time he converted them Into a well behaved, disciplined, almost invincible corps. Not once did the enemy approach his lines without being met and repulsed; not one soldier deserted his standard; not one was made prisoner during the whole period of his command. It was his pride to teach them that a soldier, with arms In his hands, had no apology for surrendering. He found a distracted and bleeding people, shivering at every blast, and trembling at every unusual noise, in fearful expectation that the robber and the spoiler had come to take away the little they had left?hating the Continentals as cordially as the redcoats, since both oppressed them alike, and murdering with equal satisfaction the one or the other, whenever a. safe opportunity occurred. He left them secure in their persons and property?sleeping as peacefully within hearing of the enemy's guns as if they were a hundred miles removed?devoted to the Republican cause, and zealously exerting themselves to promote il. rat* iuuiiu me cuumry uverruu uy British emissaries and British spies, who kept the British general in New York continually advised of every movement of the Americans above, and enabled him to strike whenever and wherever our troops were least prepared to receive him. These emissaries were detected and punished with such unerring certainty, that, in a brief while, no reward could induce one of them to venture beyond the British posts. The enemy's sources of information were thus entirely cut off, and they were kept in such total ignorance that they dared not hazard a movement of the least importance. To show the difficulties over which Colonel Burr had triumphed, it is only necessary to state that Major Hall, an excellent officer, who succeeded him in the command, was compelled in less than one month, to fall back many miles, to be t? .1 I In 111 .^uppui iiiik uisiaiicr ui uic <ii iiij m the Highlands. Colonel Thompson, who was sent to command the same lines, was surprised, taken prisoner, and his forces dispersed or captured. Colonel Greene was also surprised, himself and Major Flagg killed, and the greater part of his troops taken prisoners. No one could maintain the position before Colonel Burr took the command?no one did maintain it afterwards. The laurels githerel on this, the last field of his military labors, abided with him through ife, and. in the darkest period of his fjrtunes, one of the bitterest of his revilers twas forced to testify that a soldier could nowhere find a leader who would be more certain to conduct him to honor and renown. General Washington reluctantly accepted his resignation. No one valued Pnlnnol Rnrr an nffln^r nwirp hicrhlv than he did, and it is well known that he regarded his retirement as a public calamity. His letter, accepting the resignation, contains expressions which the perfect sincerity of the man invests with a meaning not usual in such correspondence. It Is dated at Middlebrook, April 3rd 1779, and, after briefly stating his acceptance of his resignation. conveys to Colonel Burr the expression of the general's deep sorrow for the cause which rendered that resignation necessary, and his equally deep regret that the country was to be deprived of the services of such an officer at such a time. CHAPTER XI. "Alas; the love of woman! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing For all of theirs upon that die is thrown. And if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring To them but mockeries of the past alone." Colonel Burr was now free. Four years' service in the armies of his country had broken his health and seriously impaired his fortune. Liberal to profusion; his purse was always open to his fellow-soldiers, and those were times when the most fastidious were frequently compelled to ask and accept pecuniary favors. In many cases he advanced sums of money to his acquaintances when he could not have had the most distant hope of repayment. He was now poor, his constitution shattered, and the pathway to military renown closed against him; but the heaviest blow was yet to come. A I few days before his final departure I from his lines of Westchester, an offl- i cer came In with a flag, to treat for the exchange* of prisoners. Through that medium he received a letter from Margaret Moncrleffe. I "I know not when this will reach I you," she wrote, "or, Indeed, whether i your eyes will ever rest upon these pages: but I should go mad If I did 1 not make the attempt to convey to you some knowledge of what I feel and < suffer. For many months I have submitted to the cruel silence imposed i upon us. For many months I have 1 submitted to the harsh injunction that < bade me hold no Intercourse with my i father's enemy, however little that 1 father was entitled to a daughter's ' obedience. Even now that silence 1 would remain unbroken, if an unnatur- | al tyranny over the affections had not < doomed me to become the bride of an- i other. In surrendering everything else, I reserved to myself the sad luxury of < addressing a farewell letter to the Idol- i ized being to whom my virgin vows < were plighted, and who now holds su- I preme dominion over my heart. I did i not wish you to learn first, through I the veracious report of a bribed news- | paper, that on such a day Margaret < Moncrleffe became a happy bride. It 1 will come to you In due time, though i the hour for the sacrifice has not yet been decided; but It soon will be, and soon after that you may expect to read the fulsome announcement of a 'marriage In high life.' I shall be represented, no doubt, as young and lovely, my cheek blooming, and my heart overflowing with happiness. The Jewels that adorn, and the flowers that decorate me for the occasion, will claim a place In the description, and perhaps, suggest a simile to enliven It When you read the sickening details, distrust them all, except the bitter truth that I have otTered up myself as a victim to gratify parental pride and parental avarice. Believe, that at the very moment I take upon me the solemn obligations of a wife, my soul will be dwelling with you. That, though the fitting words may be spoken, and the trembling form sustain itself unsupported, even at the altar's foot, the gorgeous pageant, the decorated cathe. dral, and the mitred abbot who performs the ceremony will be unheeded, and far away over the broad Atlantic will rise un the olatn and humble dwelling??beneath whose shelter we first met, and In the veranda?upon whose roof we poured Into each other's ears those burning sentences that will live through the long eternity of ages In which the soul Is destined to suffer or rejoice. The body may be purchased, bargained, bartered for, like cattle In the market; or It may be driven unresisting as a lamb to the shambles; but the heart acknowledges no transfer of title and scorns alike the gold of the trader and the power of the tyrant. That heart Is yours, and oh, what a mockery will be the marriage rite that binds me to another! How deep and damning Its perjury! How loathsome its fruits! Do you shudder, my own love, at the dismal horrors before me? I, too, shuddered once, but I have looked upon them until I am calm?calm as the lost wretch who knows that he has descended to the lowest depth and quivered through the deadliest agony. I have even ceased to look forward Into the future, and speculate upon the consequences that may flow from the gnawing misery of being chained to a husband I detest. Hope was hidden in the bottom of Pandora's box, and when the thousand ills that it contained flew shrieking from its open lid, the gentle goddess followed on glittering wings and dropped a charm for every woe. More terrible than hers, my marriage gift contains no promised gladness to relieve its present sorrow. What have I to expect on earth when every chord that thrills to the touch of joy is broken? and how dare I look for consolation to the Heaven whose holiest laws I have profaned? Profaned at the bidding of an earthly parent? trampled under foot, that the poor customs of society might be unbroken. Yet I, who feel and writhe under?I, who know the dark penalties that wait i on obedience to the unnatural demand, i have not the resolution to burst the ' shackles that encircle me and firmly i assert the body's right to follow where the heart has gone before. "Pity me, for I am very weak! For- 1 give me, for I am very wretched! And I oh do not scorn me, no matter what 1 tale may be borne to your distant home J of the vlleness of one who loved, who loves, and who will love you with a fervor compared to which idolatry is ' cold and tame! With you by my side, I should be contented as the tenant of ' the humblest hut in America. The toils and hardships that the poorest ' undergo would be sweet; and. In the serenity of conscious happiness, I could look down upon a crowned empress, and proudly refuse to exchange my lot for hers. As your wife, 1 should be 1 gentle, and loving, and good; humbly returning thanks to Almighty God for the blessings showered upon me, and hopefully looking forward to the future as a state of blissful regeneration. What I may be now, let those answer who have made dissipation a necessity, and excitement of every kind a respite from torture. But whatever may be my fate, let me at least have the consolation of knowing that you are going on undauntedly to the fulfillment of a glorious destiny. Up to this time every returning ship has brought tidings of your growing fame?tidings that to me were more welcome than gales freighted with the spices of Arabia. Let your remembrance of me nerve you to sterner exertion, rather than sink you to despondency. Courage and genius never had a nobler field. Press on in your high career; and when trampled millions shake their chains in glad rejoicings at your success, I shall feel that I did right to worship the hero whose sword struck the living waters of freedom from the rock of tyranny, and vindicated man's Inherent right to live to labor, to love, and to adore, when, and where, and how, the soul In Its untrammeled intelligence should direct. "Farewell! In this cold world we shall never meet again. I do not tell you to forget me, for I know that is Impossible. No matter what grief may overshadow me, no matter what sin or shame may degrade me, I know that you will love me, and every prayer that ascends for your own redemption will be mingled with a fervent aspiration for the wretched girl who loved both wisely and well, and yet loved where it was worse than death to worship." Alone In his barrack-room, Aaron Burr read and reread the wild and despairing confession of the wronged and Injured girl. The big tears gathered In his eyes and rolled slowly, very 1 slowly, down his wasted cheek. "Poor Margaret!" he said, "ours 1 has been a stormy love?rocked by I wintry winds In Its cradle, and scorched by blasting lightnings In its prime. Who would have dreamed that the meeting of two hearts so young, so lov- ( Ing, so fitted for each other, could have engendered the mighty woes that have 1 scarred and blackened both! What 1 had we done to be marked out as the ' victims of a curse more terrible than that wtylch the rebellious angels drag- ( ?ed down on themselves? We met 1 each other and we loved. If that meeting were a sin, it was not ours. We did not plan It. I knew not of your 1 existence, and if you had ever heard 1 my name, It was coupled witn tne ?plthet of traitor. Well do I remember the first time I saw you! Well do I 1 remember how you nestled to the pro- 1 tectlng side of Mrs. Putnam, and 1 glanced at my uniform as at a badge it infamy. The flush of health and the I tfloom of Innocence were on your cheek, 1 ind when that short visit ended, I was i captive for eternity. Was that 1 guilt? It was not so esteemed In Par idise, when the enraptured Adam ( tvaked from his long repose and knelt ' In trembling ecstasy at the feet of his new-made Eve. It was not so esteemed when Jesus, on his pilgrimage 1 )f atonement, whispered forgiveness In 1 the ears of Mary Magdalene, because : she loved much.' Why should the same 1 thing which wiped out. the remem- 1 orance of her sins bring sorrow and tears to us? Oh, how little do we 1 know! how less than little do we unlerstand of the purpose that placed us 1 nere, and drag us on, blind and poweress through the fretful years of a troubled existence! How poor and 1 iveak Is that 'free will* of which we noast! how dim and undefined the narrow boundaries of Its power! Blown 1 lbout by every passion, yielding to ev- 1 ?ry temptation?the sport of circumstance and the tool of chance?what is 1 eft to our own choice? what Is reguated as we could wish? Free will, in- ' > > T_ ?r , fraa ( Itru; la maisain iuuiici iciic *> vv *'hen she knowingly crushes ever*. J )!oom of happiness and walks with open 1 ^yes to a living grave? Was I free In ' hat hour when I forgot that she was he daughter of my country's foe, and ' *nelt and worshiped at her feet? Am ' [ free now? Can I tear her Image 1 'rom my heart of hearts??forget her 1 ove; forget her grief; forget what she las already borne; and steel myself ( igalnst that which she must still en- ' lure? Can I do this, and live? Oh, ' to! I can bear disease, and pain, and toverty, and foul suspicion; I can struggle on even under the maddening Knowledge that her head is pillowed on ' mother breast than mine; but I can- 1 tot bear to forget?I dare not cease to ' ove. I know not what Is before me; 1 tut I know that when I am called upon o embark in the shadowy ship that 1 .vaits for passenger souls by the shore )f time, I shall carry with me a love :hat has known no change or abate- ' nent from that moment when our lips' turning vows were sealed and sanctl- J led by our hearts' enraptured assent. ( [ shall go on, silent and uncomplaining, ind seemingly contented as the other ivorms about me; but there will be an nward longing, a slakeless thirst, for which ambition has no cure and ex- | iltement no relief; a hopeless gangrene >f the soul, rotting and festering until the confines of life are reached and 1 the freed spirit shakes off the dust but not the memories of earth. "'Pity me!' you say, Margaret. God knows, I have deep need of sympathy for myself! but not so great as yours; ind all that an overburdened heart has to bestow is freely, fully given, 'Do not scorn me!'?Not I! though you were stained all over with crimes and 1 rices as black as those that disgraced the foulest daughter of the Medici. I should only mourn that man had the power to convert an angel of light into 1 in erring, wicked thing; and shudder it the Inscrutable Justice that slumbers 1 vvniie me ministers ui neu are lununue i child of God into crime. Scorn you! What right has any mortal man to 1 wear that word upon his lips? Tempt him in the height of his power and the pride of his wealth offer him some glittering bauble that he thinks beyond his affections, bruise him, trample on him, and what does he become? A vile and loathsome thing, wallowing in crime and fattening on corruption. 1 How dare he talk of scorn for the sins of another, whose own are mountain high, and whom it needs but a breath of temptation to bloat with infamy! Yet it may well be, Margaret, that you will feel that sting from those who are more guilty than you are. It may well be that the tyranny of opinion will drive you from indiscretion into crime, and then judge you according to that hollow-hearted humanity which looks only at the fruits, and makes no allowance for the seasons that produce them. Yours is a terrible ordeal. God grant that you may pass through it not ut terly blasted! But whether pride and power, or shame and sin shall cluster about you, there Is one heart which will cling to you, and throb, through every mutation of fortune and of fame, with a love as undying as your own." The solitary candle on his camp table flickered In the socket?a few fitful flashes and It was gone; the red light of the fire burned low and dim: but there he sat rigid and stony, until the sound of the morning reveille roused him to life and consciousness again. TO BE CONTINUED. tv If a man asks a candid opinion from a friend and gets It, It makes him mad. tf Some people Invariably get the worst of It, because they are always demanding the best of It. SOOTH CUOMO _TI How the Spirit of Liberty Unconquerii x>x? mx' w<kii i.'irr Prom the Yorkvllle Enquirer of 1876. INSTALLMENT XV. Battle of Williamson's, or Capt. Huck'a Defeat. So soon as the facts concerning the fall of Charleston reached the up-country. the Tories laid aside all disguise and began boldly to plunder in bands. To Inspire these loyalists with greater courage and to Incite them to acts of greater daring, the British stationed numbers of soldiers In different sections of the state. We have seen that the Whigs of that part of North Carolina bordering on South Carolina were thoroughly aroused. On the 20th of June, 1780, Col. Locke engaged Moore apd Welch at Ramsour's mill and discomfited them. Tarleton's cruelty at Waxhaw kindled into a flame the gpatriotlsm of all the region round about Charlotte, North Carolina. It had the same effect upon the Scotch-Irish of Fairfield, Chester and York counties. South Carolina, Few If any of the Scotch-Irish of the territory embraced In these counties, were paroled as prisoners, and none of them took British protection. Many of them left their homes and sought refuge with kindred spirits In less exposed regions. At different points the Tories had begun to collect as early as the latter part of May. They were a set of plundering thieves, utterly unfit to add strength or give dignity to any government; but fully competent to give great annoyance to all good citizens. On the 24th of May, 1780, Capt. John McLure, with a few of his Whig neighbors attack Houseman, a Tory cap Lain, at Beckhamvllle, Cheater county, and routed him and his band. Two [Jays after C'apts. Bratton and McLure attacked a similar band at Mobley's Meeting House, on Little river, Fairfield county. These bold attacks on the Tories aroused the British and they Jetermlned to avenge the blood of their Tory friends. At this time Col. Turnbull was In command of a British post at Rocky Mount. To chastise the patriots for nast acta of daring, and to keep them In awe In the future, Col. Turnbull sent >ut Captain Huck with two hundred British regulars,'one hundred dragoons, ane hundred mounted Infantry and about five hundred Tories?In all near ane thousand men. Capt. Huck's headciujfc-ters was for soim time in the nslshteoshoog of what is now Alexander Wllll/ord's mill, on Fishing creek in Chester county. Capt. Christian Huck was a Tory, a lawyer and by birth a native of Philadelphia. The most remarkable feature in his character was that he was a most blasphemously profane swearer. From this encampment on Fishing creek, Huck sent out plundering and burning parties dally In all directions. In Huck's command was a man by the name of Ferguson, a colonel of the Tory militia. Most of the plundering was assignea 10 mis omcer. rne nouses nf the Whigs for miles ail around, were plundered and not a few of the houses yf those who were regarded as prominent Whigs, were burned; and Ferguson and his men went so far as even to shoot down. In cold blood, unoffending citizens. On Sabbath morning, the 11th of June, Capt. Huck sent a party nf' men to Fishing creek church of which the Rev. John Simpson was pastor. Huck had two grudges against the Rev. Simpson and his congregation. The one was because Mr. Simpson had been prominent in planning the attack by McLure upon Houseman at "Beckbamvllle. For the encouragement he <ave Capt. John McLure, Huck and Ferguson determined that Mr. Simpson should be punished severely. The oth?r grudge that these officers had igalnst the Rev. Simpson and his congregation. was that they were Presbyterians and continued to sing in worship to God the same version of the Psalms used by the Scotch. So great was the hatred of these men to the 5r>ntoh trarmlatlnn nf thp Psalms, that they went through the country and consigned to the flames every Bible which contained the Scotch metrical version of the Psalms. The object of the visit of the British to Fishing Creek church on the 11th of June was to burn church, pastor and people all together. On arriving at the church they found no one there. Either there was to be no preaching there that day, or the congregation, for prudential reasons, had assembled at some other point. The disappointment of the plunderers was great, but they determined not to be outdone. The house of the pastor was but a short distance from the church. On they went to his house. He was not at home; he had gone on Friday to Join Sumter at Clem's branch. So soon as Mrs. Simpson saw them coming she took her four children, and as well as she could, concealed herself and her children In the orchard. The British entered the house, first plundered it of everything they wanted, and took out the beds and ripped them open, throwing away the feathers and taking the ticks. This done the dwelling house and pastor's study were set on fire. and away they went. On the same Sabbath morning they found a pious young man by the name of William Strong, quietly reading his Bible. He, Ferguson, either In person or by his direction, shot. The mother of Capt. John McLure, a widow, lived in the same community. Her house these Tories also burned. Sometime before this, perhaps about the first of June, a party having been sent out on one of these plundering and burning expeditions had burned one of Col. William Hill's Iron works on Allison creek, York county, S. C. On their way to accomplished this deed, they burned the barn of Mr. Simril and perpttrated other foul and wicked deeds. The country for many miles all around Union church, was constantly full of these plunderers. At this time, Oen. Sumter was at Clem's branch, in the upper corner of Lancaster county. His place of rendezvous became known to the refugees from the upper section of South Carolina. To him they flocked, and It was HSRBmVTHHI r Was Kept Alive By an ble People. r LATIIAN, 1>. D. not long until the nucleus of a little army was formed. On the west side of the Catawba, the patriots were not idle. Edward Lacey, John McLure, William Bratton John Mills and many others were busily engaged in gathering up the patriots of York and Chester counties. The patriots readily joined these men and It was only a short time until four hundred men were ready for service. These were at this time nearly all the fighting men In the two counties. It was now determined to drive Huck and Ferguson from the county. About the time that Laeey, Bratton and McLure determined to drive Huck's forces from the Fishing creek region. Cols. Hill and Neil were sent over the Catawba, to beat up recruits for Sumter's army, then forming on Clem's branch. When Hill and Neil heard that Bratton, Lacey and McLure had determined to attack Huck and Ferguson, they at once concluded to join in with these patriots. Hill and Neil had one hundred and thirty-three men. A junction was formed and the united forces amounted to more than five hundred men. It was determined to attack Huck and Ferguson during the night of the 11th of July at White's, now Wllllford's mill. It was concerted that Captain McLure and a party under him, should be sent out during the day to reconnoitre and that the whole force should be In the neighborhood before dark. About sundown all arrived within a few hundred yards of the mill and having tied their horses in the woods, without any commander, ar ranged themselves into platoons of six and commenced to march for Huck's camp. Just at this moment the first platoon, in which was Lacey, was met by McLure and his reconnoiterlng party, who told them that Huck had decamped during the day, and had gone to what is now Brattonviile, ten miles south of Yorkville. A consultation was held by the leading spirits, and it was determined to follow Huck and Ferguson and attack them that night as they were distant only about fifteen miles. The word was given, "March, to your horses." Some of those who had not learned that the enemy was gone, supposing that the command "march, to your horses" meant retreat rushed with all possible speed to their horses, and uo great was the effect upon the mtmft Vf-one hundred an?f fifty that having mounted their horses, they never stopped till they reached Charlotte, Ncrth Carolina. So soon as the facts in the case were learned, everything became quiet and another consultation was held. It was again determined to make an attack upon the British and Tories before morning. They had only three hundred and fifty men. They set out on Huck's trail and had no difficulty In following It. Col. Lacey's father lived only a few miles from Bratton's where it was thought fim.1 A?nnmnA<l A nro O I.lie: riiriuj' ciiLaiu^u. na r* ao uui uncommon In the Revolutionary war, old Laeey was an uncoepromlsing loyalist, and so was his son, Reuben; but his son Edward was as uncompromising a Whig. Edward Lacey knew that his father, If he learned that the Whigs were about to attack the British would be sure to go to the British camp and announce the fact. To prevent this, Edward Lacey sent a detail of four men to guard his father until morning, and as he knew his father to be both a shrewd and determined man, he gave them permission to tie him. The guard finding that the old man could be controlled In no other way did actually tie him and thus prevented him from frustrating the plans of his son and the other patriots. Having arrived In the neighborhood of Bratton's, Col. Edward Lacey and Capt. John Mills, the grandfather of Thomas S. Mills of Chestervllle, were -ent out to learn the exact position of the enemy's camp. They learned that Reuben Lacey, the brother of Col. Edward Lacey, had gone the evening before to the British camp. Edward knew lhat his brother was an early riser and that he would be certain to return home In the morning before daylight. The two scouts, Mills and I.acey placed themselves near by the road which they knew Reuben Lacey would be obliged to travel In returning home. Here they waited quietly his return. Edward .Lacey was right in his conjecture. Before day, Reuben came along. He was blind of one eye, and what was somewhat remarkable he rode a horse that was blind of one eye, and he had a dog that was blind of one eye. This dog followed him everywhere he went. So soon as blind Reuben, on his blind horse, followed by his blind dog, came nearly opposite to the place occupied by Edward Lacey and John Mills, he was accosted by Mills, in a feigned voice, with the demand "Who comes there?" "A friend." "A friend of whom?" "Of the British." "So are we; where Is the camp?" "At Williamson's, two miles ahead." "Where are the sentinels posted?" "One Is north of Williamson's on the road, at the branch; another is half way between Bratton's and William son's; one about one hundred yards south of Williamson's house; and another is east of Williamson's, towards the creek." This was all that the scouts desired to know. They bid blind Reuben Lacey good morning and hastened to communicate the important information to their comrades. The plan of attack was soon determined on. The whole force was divided into two divisions; one to be led by Bratton and Nell and the other to be led by Edward Lacey. Bratton and Neil were to lead their men up the road which passed by Williamson's house, whilst Lacey was to lead his men down the same road. The divisions were to meet at Williamson's. James Moore understanding the locality, acted as guide for Lacey. At the branch the sentinel was found posted, but was asleep. Samuel Williamson, the son of James Williamson, at whose house Huck and Ferguson were en camped, shot the sentinel down. This was the first man killed In the fight, and it occurred on the morning of the 12th of July, 1780. The British and I Tories undtr Huck and Ferguson, had on the evening before, come to the house of Col. William Bratton and ordered Mrs. Martha Bratton to prepare supper for them. Mrs. Bratton's first thought was to prepare them a sumptuous repast, but to poison the food and thus exterminate all who might partake of her dainties. She had the poison In her house; but when the time came to make use of It, she refrained from the desperate act; lest she might do more harm than good. Whilst supper was preparing. Huck nursed John Bratton, the father of a large family, many of whom are residents of York county. Huck asked Mrs. Bratton where her husband was? She replied, "In Sumter's army." Huck told her if she would send for him and induce him to join the British, he should have a commission in the regular army." This offer Mrs. Bratton treated with Indignity, telling him she would rather her husband would fight the British and Tories than to fight with or for them. Huck became enraged and dashed the child from his knees, and an ill-bred soldier, seized a sickle which was near by, and with it was about to cut the throat of the brave woman. He was only prevented from perpetrating this savage deed by the officer second in command to Huck. After supper, their camp was formed at Williamson's, less than half a mile from Bratton's. The road ran by Williamson's house on the east. The house and yard were fenced up. The British and Tories were inside of this enclosure. Just as day began to dawn, the patriots began the attack on the north and east of the house. They were only about seventy-five yards from where the British and Tories were lying, sound asleep in their tents. It was a complete surprise. They suspected no harm. When the firing first commenced, Huck woke up, but thought It was only some strangling patriots who had stolen in upon his camp and that the whole thing would be over as soon as the British regulars poured in one volley. With the impression on his mind, he turned over to finish his morning nap. Stilt the firing continued. In haste he arose from his bed, put on his shoes and pants and ran out without a coat and commenced to rtde back and forward along his fine. Thomas Carroll, who lived and died on Toole's fork, near the present residence of Dr. Calvin P. Sandifer, seeing him and regarding him aB of more than ordinary importance rested his gun in the fork of a plum tree, saying to his companions near by: "I am going to try that fellow on horseback in his shirt sleeves, and if I kill him you will know It, for I have two balls In my gun." He fired, the man fell and after the .battle was over, Huck was found dead with two bullet holes in his head one a short distance -above the other. Before Huck rose from his bed, Ferguson had attempted to drive the patriots away by the bayonet, but he failed. They fought behind the fence, which surrounded the house, and were not exposed. Ferguson and his British regulars were forced to give way before the murderous fire of the patriots. So soon as it was learned by the British and Tories that Huck had fallen, they became confused. The patriots were not long In making this discovery and the command was given: "Boys take the fence and every man his own commander!" No sooner was the order given than it was executed. Over me lence me VYinga icapcu anu In a moment, right among the Brltleh and Tories. The cry for quarters soon became universal. Even Ferguson raised his voice and pleaded for mercy. This could not be granted, because It was known that either by him or by his orders, William Strong was shot in his own house on the 11th of June. Ferguson was killed on the spot. The British and Tory force was scattered to the winds. Near forty were left on the battle ground, amongst which number was the profane Huck and the cruel Ferguson. About nrty were wounded; at least fifty were found wounded on the battle field and others wounded, fled but afterwards perished In the woods. How many were taken prisoners Is not known; but the officer second In command was amongst the number and his life was spared on account of the entreaties of Mrs. Bratton, whose life he had saved on the previous evening. The conflict lasted about one hour; and strange to say only one Whig, whose name was Camphell, was killed. On the evening of the battle, whilst at Bratton's house, Capt. Huck sent James McRanell, Thomas Clendenin, Robert Bratton, Charles Curry and John Moore?all old men?to a crib there to be guarded during the night. When the battle began, the old men rose upon their guard and when John Moore, Jr., went during the fight, to release the old men. he found them guarding the guard which had been placed over them. The wounded British and Tories were sent to the houses of the loyal families in the neighborhood and waited upon by Dr. Turner, who resided in the community. The sword of Huck fell to the lot of Thomas Carroll. No doubt he received this as a reward for having killed the vile swearer. In his old age, Thomas Carroll became very much doted. One of the strange acts of his old age was, even when he was near ninety-five years old, to buckle on the sword of Huck, and by the assistance of his sons, John and Joseph, mount a fine black horse, which he owned, and flourish his sword as If he was a military captain in the bloom of youth. Immediately before the battle .commenced, Col. Bratton, knowing his house was on the battle ground, and t|iat his family would be exposed to the li.e from the Whigs as well as the British, desired to go and Inform his wife that she might protect herself and family. Col. Lacey, who was a most Impetuous creature, and at the some time a powerful man, physically, swore that If he dared to do such a thing, it might frustrate all the plans i of the Whigs, and he would run his i sword through him If he attempted such a thing. Bratton did not go to Inform his wife of her danger; but when the firing ( commenced, Mrs. Bratton placed her , little son in the chimney as a place of i safety. A ball struck the opposite Jamb and bounded back. This the little fellow secured as a keep sake. The house in which Col. Bratton was living is still standing. It is said the timbers still contain bullets that were shot at the time of the battle. It is stHl owned by a descendant of CoL William Bratton. The battles of Ramsour's Mill and Williamson's were productive of great good to the cause of the Whigs. They stopped, at least for a time the plundering of the Tories and taught the patriots that they might dare to meet British regulars. It would be interesting to see a full list of the names of those who were at the battle of Williamson's and Huck's defeat. This might once have been secured. It is now too late. We give below the names of the actors on that memorable morning, that we have been able to gather up. As there was really no commanding officer, but each man was his own commander, and as numbers of tne individuals distinguished themselves during the war and were promoted, we give simply the names without any title: Jorn McLure, James McLure, Wll liam Bratton, Hugh Bratton, Thomas Bratton, Thomas C&rroll, John Moffett. John Nixon. James Moore, James Hemphill, James Mitchell, John McConneil, John Chambers, Jan. Wallace, WUllam Guy, Andrew Love, Chas.Curry, John Kldd, Alexander Moore, Wm. Moore, John Moore, and his four . sons, John, Samuel WUllam and Nathan, Robert Howie, David Leech, John Carson, William Hanna,. James Hanna, William Davidson, Edward EAcey, John Mills, William Burris, Richard Wynn, -John Miller, John Swann, James Ross, William Ross, Charles Miles Robert Ashe, James McElwee, John Smith, . Peter Wylle,, Robert Brown, Thomas Rainey, Samuel Ralney, Benjamin Rainey, j Francis Wylle, Joseph Gaston, Samuel Kelsey, James Adair, Wm. Adair, John McCaw, Wm. Lewis, John Martin, John Dennis, Thomas Boggs, David Sadler, G. Jam-, eison, John Barry, WUllam Carson, John Wallace,' Henry Ray, James Gill, Thomas Gill, Arthur GUI, John Carroll, John Williamson, Adam Williamson, Samuel Williamson, George Williamson and James WUUamson. all sons of Jas. Williamson, at whose house the British and Tories were encamped. TO BS OOHTINUBD. TILLMAN UNJUST TO LYON. What Ons of the Senator's Newspaper Supporters Thinks of the Ineident. Mr. Tillman in his speech in Co* lumbia last Monday was bitterly per sonal in his reference to Mr. J. Fraser Lyon. The arrangement of fact, and argument on the same is fair and legitimate as long ag parliamentary usages are observed and as long aa the civility which usually governs gentlemen is present. The questions at issue should be settled by the showing of facts and not by use of abusive terms. There is no use for anybody to assail Mr. Lyon's character before an audience which knows him. The Press and Banner knows his character is good, and nobody l>e!leves that he would knowingly make a statement which was not in accord with the facts. Mr. Tillman Is perhaps the greatest man that South Carolina has ever sent to Washington. His hands are clean, and nobody doubts his integrity. The state of South Carolina loves him and honors him. Mr. Lyon Is a young man at the verv threshold of a useful and hon orable career. The people of hia native county honored him with a seat In the house of representatives, the house of representatives honored him by placing him on the Investigating committee. In the discharge of unpleasant duties he has no doubt Incurred ill will 'In some Instances, and on the other hand. If he is not proud' of the words of pralae and commendation that have been given to him he is more or less than a man. To be pleased at the evidences of approval that have come to him is natural. Such pleasure furnishes no ground on the part of any man to seek to destroy him by efforts to ruin his reputation. An impartial jury would hardly say that the offensive expressions were either deserving or becoming. Mr. Tillman Is a man old enough to be the father of Mr. Lyon. He occupies as high a position with the. people as was ever held by any man. As an old man, as a great and well mon a a thn HiaHntnilflhorl niiuu ii man, mv senator at Washington, It would hardly be a commendable act to seek to ruin an honorable young man. This, too, in the absence of the victim of his wrath, when he could not defend himself. The differences in their physical powers and their ages would preclude the possibility of his resenting it. Surely Mr. Tillman is able to take care of himself without taking advantage of another. In the cause of Justice and fair play we protest against Mr. Tillman's unparliamentary attack upon Mr. Lyon. As the readers of the Press and Banner know we are a friend to Senator Tillman. We are supporting him and defending the dispensary against all comers and against all attacks. Mr. Lyon is our neighbor, and if his views on the dispensary coincided with the views of this editor we would vote for him against the world. He proposes to interfere with the state dispensary, for this reason alone we are not supporting him in his race. But in all conscience, we must pro test at the cruel and unbecoming attack which Mr. Tillman has made upon him. Mr. Lyon does not deserve the treatment which has been accorded to him by Mr. Tillman. And Mr. Tillman in his better moments will admit his errors.?Abbeville Press and Banner. Mhoicike.?Throw out opium, said Dr. Holmes, which the Creator himself seems to prescribe, for we often see the scarlet poppy growing in the cornfields, as if It were foreseen that wherever there Is hunger to be fed there must also be pain to be soothed; throw out a few specifics which our art did not discover and Is hardly needed to apply; throw out wine, which is a food and the vapors which produce the miracle of anaesthesia, and I firmly believe that if the whole materia medlca as now used could be sunk to the bottom of the sea It would be all the better foi mankind and all the worse for the fishes. The shortest system of medical prac tice that I know or is tne oiaesi, qui. not the worst. It Is older (than Hippocrates, older than Chiron the Centaur. Nature taught It to the first mother when she saw'her firstborn child putting some ugly pebble or lurid berry Into Its mouth. I know not In what language it was spoken, but I know that In English It would sound thus: "Spit It out!" M tv No man Is as dangerous as his threats. i