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Our Missionl ended. we turned our fie- ea.t a.-ain. antelidma'2 to join our command miles below Cheraw. Before the next day the whole army and ourselves were beyond Broad river. After crossing Broad river Hood's army 'bore to the left, while we kept straight ahead. with the idea of falling in Sherman's rear. There was less danger of our capture among his unsuspecting "bummers." than on his flanks or in front. AWith his 'ever-ready scouting parties and pickets. Sherman always had his ear to the groun(d in front. but cared nothing for his flanks or evenl his rear. as no enemy could approa-h him there. Gen. ('1heatham had cautioned us to fight shy of his cavalry, and this eautioni had, of necessity, forced us to risk our ehances with the Federal sol diery. For -want of space I will pass over most of the ev-ery-day event: -the minor e.;eapades, our occasional brushes with the enemy, our many routs and races for our liv-es, and the abuse and scorn of the women we met-and confine myself to some of the most important happenings. Often we were nearly frozen to death, traveling by day in a drenching rain, hiding by night in thickets, with our cloth;es wet to the skin, and with no way of starting a fire. When we got farther along, nearing the armies, we were in greater dan ger of being shot by Gen. Wheeler's Confederate cavalry than from the Union forces. The former could not be burdened with prisoners, and we had no way of explaining our condition. It took less time to shoot a suspect than to listen to the unraveling of a doubtful story. Neither could we take prisoners. When the fortunes of war threw them in our power what would we do with them? Turn them loose to dog our foot-steps, catch us off guard, and then cut our throats? So it reuced itself to the old propo sition that I mentioned to Gen. Hardee at the outset, "Harney ketch, Billy hang. Billy ketch, Harney hang." After nearly fifty years of peace it would be wrong to harrow the sensitiv-e feelings of this generation with details of fepisodes which they could not comprehend; nor could they understand the bitterness existing be tween the opposing armies, and especially the bitterness of the axmy of the South, which was fighting to the losing finish of a quarrel of a century's standing. The perpetrators of deeds done then, that would be applauded at the time, would now be -execrat ed and branded as coldJblooded butchers and unconscionable. mur, derers. So much for my reasons in not giving details. 1hose with morbid -minds, or ilovers of the sensational, can draw upon their imaginations for such conclusions as suit them 'best. The pure in mind and refined will pass it over with thanks for the omission. We jogged -along on foot at a rambling gait, having left our horses behind us for two reasons; tha first was that the bridges and ferries were either burned or swept away, and the second was that we could not get anything to feed them on in the country of desolation through whi-h we 'passed. We 'kept the straight road, striking the wake of the enemy be yond Winnsboro and kmping it until we came to the Catawba riv er at Peas' ferry. The enemy had just crossed, 'and every boat of whatever description had been destroyed or washed away for miles above and 'below us. We must cross the stream, and there was only one course for us to take. We gathered some bottom poles, left from a fence that had been 'burned, lashed them togeth e'c "cross and pile,'' and secured them with twisted muscadine vines, which made 'a very presentable raf,t. The river was still very 'high, presenting a wide muddy expanse of swiftly flowing water. We heaved the raft in, having fashioned out some rough ,paddles, and ,prepared to embark. It looked a little hazardous, but I concluded we would com'e out some miles below, provided, as Dixon suggested, "the little lady's prayer"'held good. We tied our guns, slung our revolvers around our necks, and pushed off. I was a spilendid swimmer, but Dixon still insisted that 'he could swim in but one direction, and that was straight to the bottom. He was instructed, whatever happened to me, to hang for his life to the .raft, and he would land somewhere short of the Atlantic ocean. The raft sank to our waists when we first got on. but when we struck the current it began going round and round, like a spin ning jenny. We got 'her righted at last, while Dixon brought up the joke about "the little lady's prayer,'' saying that he had grown to have faith in it. In fact, I began to be superstitious about it myself. We landed about three miles below the starting point and clambered out, wet, but with everything safe. In go * ing up the river to regain the road we had left, we came upon an old, dilapidated artillery horse, and one of the most innoce'nt and ungainly looking mules that was ev'er in Sherman's army. For a mile or more, in a flat piece of bottom land, was one vast wilderness of wreckage-broken-down wagons, mired-up caissons, dismantled carriages and 'buggies--the whole resembling an over land armada come to grief. We lassoed the old 'horse, the mule followingz like its shadow, and made 'halters out of our gun straps and saddles of our blankets, and rode away. The fun we had for a day or two, riding that old horse and its shadow, was worth a "cycle of Cathay.'' I rode the 'horse, calling myself Don Quixote, while Dixon on the mule styled himself "your esquire. Sancho Panza.'' I must confess we looked 'exactly like the pictures, seen in my boyhood, of these two worthies, made famous by the genius of the immortal Cervantes. Onr pace was slow and torturous, and our blankets below us seemed to be growing more threadbare 'every step we took. Just before we came to a :little hamlet, called Rich Hill, as I now re member, or Liberty Hill, we ran up on an old gentleman named Cun.. ningham, who had been hiding out for several days and wts some thing the worse for wear in temper and hunger. He was a great old Southerner, 'however, and when 'he had grown somewhat tame after his fright of rumning into the two Yanks, as he supposed, he insisted on our going to his house in towii and spending the night with him. Dixon had relatives there; so explanations were easy. Mrs. Cunningham, a fine lady, was in a most worried frame of mind over the conduct of 'her house maid the day 'before. She had danced with the Yankees all over the 'house, with the possible ex ception, I believe, of the top of the piano, and had given her mis tress impudence almost intolerable, swearing she would never do a stroke of work again for her or for any one else, for "t'hey'' had said she was free. The negroes always spoke of the Yankees as "'ther. '' She had sleft the 'house in gtreat dudgeon and gone to the yad as the negro quarters were called. Mrs. Cunningham was asked to keep qiet. we telling her that it was one of our special missions to take care 'of such casesC as Nellie's. and we assured her that in the morning ther maid would be with her again. We l.p in te azz tat night in order to keep a weather eye on the enemy eaip. the reflecti visible in the distance. After a lhearty brea.kfast Dixor of the pugnacious Nellie. Bacd rows of cabins, and the street b< belonging to Mr. Cunninhain. who had wives on the laee. T bilities. Dixon was to kee,p the back, while I attended to the mi the street between the men. in1 inqui-ries and sniffed dan.ger. n der the bed. Dixon stood onitsii and I pulled Nellie ont by the threatening inzhinm destiiion i "whooped for the lailing.-' TI a time or two a'round in the eabi his pistol, while I was pretendir loose after a bit and made a sti back porch of which stood Mrs. , ed for "missus. oh! missus,'' wh head. She made the porch with .ninghan around the waist. I tri I tried the more she ripp-ed Mrs moorings. The maid cut such dress became more and' more les desist. and the frightened negro J As Dixon and I rode east I c most, the negress' fright and ani Poor, good Mrs. Cunningham, I I long since passed over the river, I two boys were laughing at her ar ed the fine breakfast she had giv But we were out for a dance the sunny partners. (To be e PARDONS REFUSED. Governor Ansel Refuses to Grant Pardons to Morgan Thrailkill and Miller, of Saluda County. Governor Ansel has refused elem ency to Morgan Thrailkill, the white man of advanced years, who killed Benny Burton, at Monetta, in April, 1906. Thrailkill and his son, Clar nce, were convicted. The latter has erved out 'his time and was among 'hose who appeared before Governor Lisel in making a petition for the ardon for the elder Thrailkill. The .petition was indeed a strong ne and was strongly presented. It s drawn up in elegant and appealing' anner, and is signed -by many of the esponsible people of Saluda, Edge eld and other counties. The plea is ;'e advanced age of Thrailkill, his rrmer alleged God-fearing and up ight life, 'and his conduct as a pris ner. He is further said to be suf ering from 'a disease of the kidneys ,hich .will shorten his life and make! ~is services of little value to the tate. Governor Ansel endorses on the p'e on :''After mature consideration of 1e evidence in this case and the re ort of the judge and solicitor, the; a'tition for pardon is refused."'' Solicito.r Timmerman writes that e did not .try tihe case, but after eding the testimony :''I must de ~line to recommend a pardon for pe itioner. As I see it, the jury in this ase could have done nothing lessI han convict the defendant. I thave ailed to discover the slightest neces ~ity for the killing, except the neces ~ity whieh the petitioner and his son,; ho was convicted 'along with him for 1anslaughter, brought about.'' Miller Refused a Pardon. Sion Miller. of Saluda, sentenced to ten years in the penitentiary for anslaughter, was refused a .pardon. iller was tried, with Russell Mc ormick and Joe B. Allen, for the illing of Richard Truesdale, colored, ear Long Bridge, Saluda county, une 11. 1904. McCormick and Mil-j [er were found guilty .and sentenced : ten years. Solicitor Thurmond tates in his recommendation to Gov ~rnor Ansel that it is always a hard atter to secure the con'viction, of a -hite man for the killing of a 'egro, nd that he pressed this conviction, ut now feels t:hat the ends of justice are been satisfied. Miller bhas a ~oung wife' and children who are de endent upon him. the petition says. overnor Ansel, while sympathizing with Miller, could not recommend the ardon, under the circumstances. HAVIRD) IN MORE TROUBLE.I fter making Bond in Three Cases, Another Charge is Brought Against Him. Saluda, May 8.-Pope B. Havird 's roubles continue to thicken. After aking bond in the three cases gainst -him in the magistrate 's court, his sureties on the .$2,500 bond, un e which he was held on the charge f killing Tom Scurry, colored, ten x-ears ago, decided to withdraw. and I nlot ifi ed thle clerik of couItrt. It was h en ithatI ilavird lhad to look out for' ondsmen on this charge, and when ther were found, it was discovered that inasmuch as the case 'had. by or e of Judge Shipp, been transferred to Edgefil couty for trial the clerk on of ils e11p fires being plainly I and I unide rtook the diseipAining of the dwelling were two long dween was filled with negro men 11(1 thoIe from dle neig'hl)orhood hey were discussing future possi men(ll (fifteen Or twenty) off my s-.uided maid. We valked down ai hiing.r filr' Nellie. sie he:-.I the iigo in a hoiie and erawling un [e. with ilis revolver i is llanid, feet. rippin. a]Id snorting and o Ir'r. wlile slle prayed and W( "lady' aid I "two-stepped' n, Dixon holding the men off with ig to murder the maid. She tore -eask for the "'big house," on the md Mr. Cunningharn. Nellie vell ile I fired shot after shot over her one bund. and eaught mrs. Cnn ad to tear her loose, and the more . Cunningham's skirts from their antics, while Mrs. Cunningham's s a dress, that she begged me to ell into a faint. iuld not tell which .we laug'hed at ics, or Mrs. Cunningham's plight. now, in the nature of things, has mit had sle only known how those A her maid, slhe would have wish en us had choked us both. xith death.'' and could not ignore )ntinued). of the county could not approve the bond. Sheriff Sample, at Havird's solici tation, earried him over to Edgefield, where. it appeafrs, he made bond and was released. One would think : Havird had enough trouble on his hands for a while, but not content with his pres ent quota, it is charged that he drew his magazine pistol on Joe Ben Brooks in the public highway and threatened to "do him up." For this a warrant was issued on Wednesday by Magistrate Ramey. Two other parties applied for warrants that Havird mny be requiired. 'to anake bond to keep the peace. The sheriff will go for him today. The Hong-Koug Gander and the Big rat Hen. Charlotte Observer. Said the Hong-Kong Gander to the Big Fa.t Hen, "You haven 't laid an egg in goodness krnows when.'' Said the Big Fat Hen to- the bird from China, "It's .this rotten climate of South Carolina.'' "I thoug~ht as much; then what do y ou say To our going bacek for the Twentieth of May?''" Said the Chinese bird. And the Hen, big and fat, Asked, "What would the Major think of that?'' 1 "What do we -care,'' said the Hong Kong Gander, "If we do rouse up the Major's dan der? His blamed old raffle was a fake, And we need not stdy just for his sake.'' ''There 's another thing,'' said the Hen, a-sighin', "You know we tried to 'elect Bill Bryan, And if we go to Charlotte, 'Taft might say, 'Take those fowl birds away, away! " 'Strike off their heads, and bury them deep, In the rankest soil of the donjon keep! Their presence insults the Head of the Nation, Who came here to honor the Declara tion.'' "'Pshaw!'' said .the Gander, ''you don't know Taft; W:hen he heard about us he only laughed, And said he didn't blame us a- bit, For Elder Caldwell put us up to it.'' But it was no use, for the Hong Kong Gander Could not persuade t.he Hen to wan der Back to the State where all hens lay A perfect egg most every day. So the Gander got mad, and'remark ed again, "You hiaven't laid an egg in good ness knows when.'' "'Well. neither have you,'' the Hen (lid say. Shucks!' cried the Gander, "'I'm not built that wvay.' --W. J. Pratt. Never criticise anything at a char ty bazaar, vou can't tell who madle T'S to EatI U WANT BEST 1 FIND IT AT a ROCERYI I No. 212+ 0 IThe NEW SUN No.2 PR ICE $40.00 This Writing Machine is Good Enoughfor INVESTIGATE IT 6. L ROBINSON, Agent. Bitters is the greatest h-ealth builder the world has ever known. It com pels perfect action of stomach, liver, kidneys, bowels, purifies and enriches the blood, and tones and invigorates' the whole system. Vigorous body and keen brain follow their use. You ean't afford to slight Electric Bitters if weak, run-down or sickly. Only 50e. I Guaranteed by W. E. Pelham & Son, Newberry, S. C. Winthrop College SCHOLARSHIP and ENTRANCE EXAMINATION. The examination for 'the award of vacant Scholarships in Winthrop college and for the admission of new students will be 'held at the County Court House, on Friday, July 2, at 9 a. m. Applicants must not be less than 15 years of age. When Scholarships ,are vacant after July 2 they will be awarded to those mak ing the highest average at this exam ination, provided they meet the con ditions governing the award. Appli eants for Seholarships should write to President Johnson before the ex amination for Scholarship examina tion, blanks.N Scholarships are worth .$100 and free tuition. The next session will open September 15, 1909. For fur Ther information and catalogue, ad dress Pres. D. B. Johnson, Rock Hill, 'a IFi1 IGood AND YO * YOU WIL IJONE 0 * 'PHONE 3...... Didn't Know the Slang. An English woman who not long ago moved to Kansas City, K an., met a friend on the street the other day, says the Times, and startled her by asking: "Do you know where I can find a joint ?'' "A joint? ' gasped the friend. "What on earth do you want to find a joint for?" "Why, just a natural craving. I've been looking all over town for one.'' "Goodness!'' exclaimed the other, who belonged to the.eW. C. T.TU. Then to be sure the English woman was not joking, she asked: "Do you mean a liquor joint?'' "Never heard of such a thing,'' was the reply. "I mean a joint of mutton, of course.'' What Really Ached. One day Mary came to her mother and said, "Mother, my ear aches!'' "Does it ache very bad, Mary?" asked her motiher. "No.'' "Well, run out and play; then you will forget about it.'' Mary went out, says the Delinea tor, but pretty soon she came back and said: Mother, my ear does aehe. It is not the hole, but the ruffle around it.'' STATE or SOUTH CAROLINA, COUNTY or NEWBEERY. IN PROBATE COURT. E. A. Griffin, as Administrator of the Estate of Ben Dember, deceased, and in his own right, Plaintiff, Against Mary Dember, Lawson Dember, Henry Dember, British & American Mortgage Company, Limited, E. A. Griffin and B. F. Griffin, partners doing business under the firm name of E. A. Griffin & Company, and EwartPerry Coimpany, Defendants. Notice. It is ordered, That all and singular the creditors of the estate of Ben Dember, deceased, be and they are hereby required t orender in and es hereby required to rnder in and us in the above stated ease, on or be fore the 20th day of May, 1909; and that all and singular the said credi tors be enjoined and restrained from enforcing their demands elsewhere than in the above entitled action. F. M. Schumpert, Judge Probate for Newberry Co. 4-20- '09-td. The Road to Success has many obstructions, but none so desperate as poor health. 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