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De Morgan, John, 1848-
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BOYS OF LIBERTY LIBRARY. 12mo. Cloth, handsomely bound. Price, each, postpaid, 50 c:enll. PAUL REVERE and the Boys of Liberty, By John De Morgan. TWE FIRST SHOT FOR LIBERTY or The Minute Men of Maasachuaetts. By John De Morgan FOOLING THE ENEMY. A Story of the Siege of Boston. By John DeMorgan. INTO THE JAWS OF DEATH or The Boys of Liberty at the Battle of Long Island. By John De Morgan. THE HERO OF TICONDEROGA or Ethan Allen and Hia Green Mountain Boys. By John D e Morgan ON TO QUEBEC or With Montgomery in Canada. By John De Morgan. FIGHTING HAL or From Fort Necessity to Quebec. By John De Morgan. MARION AND HIS MEN or The Swamp Fox of Carolina. By John De Morgan. THE YOUNG AMBASSADOR or Washington's First Triumph. By John De Morgan. THE YOUNG GUARDSMAN or With Washington in the Ohio Valley. By John De Morgan. THE CRUISE OF THE LIVELY BEE or A Boy's Adventure In the War of 1812. By John De Morgan. THE TORY PLOT or Saving Washington' Life. By T C Harbaugh, IN BUFF AND BLUE or Serving under Old Put. By T. C. Harbaugh. WASHINGTON'S YOUNG SPY or Outwitting General Howe. By T. C. Harbaugh. UNDER GREENE'S BANNER or The Boy Heroes of 1781. By T C. Harbaugh. FOR FREEDOM'S CAUSE or On to Saratoga. By T. C. Harbaugh. CAPTAIN OF THE MINUTE MEN or The Concord Boye of 1775. By Harrie Irving Hancock. THE TRADER'S CAPTIVE or The Young Guardsman and The Frencb Spies, By Lieut. Lounsberry. THE QUAKER SPY, A Tale of the Revolutionary War. 0By Lieut. Lounsberry FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM or The Birth of the Stars and Stripes. By Lieut. Lounsberry. BY ORDER OF THE COLONEL or The Captain of the Young Guards men. By Lieut. Lounsberry. A CALL TO DUTY or The Young Guardsman. By Lieut. Lounsberry. IN GLORY'S VAN or The Young Guardsman at Louisbourg. By Lieut. Lounsberry. THE YOUNG PATRIOT or The Young Guardsmen at Fort William Henry. By Lieut. Lounsberry. "OLD PUT" THE PATRIOT or Fighting for Home and Country. By Frederick A Ober. THE LEAGUE OF FIVE or Washington's Boy Scouts, By Commander Post. THE KING'S MESSENGER or The Fall of Ticonderoga. By Capt. Frank Ralph. DASHING PAUL JONES, The Hero of the Colonial Navy, By Frank Sheridan. FROM MIDSHIPMAN TO COMMODORE or The Glories of Our Infant Navy. By Frank Sheridan. THE CRUISE OF THE ESSEX or Making the Stare and Stripes Re apected. By Frank Sheridan.


" Bull e t s f ell a r ound him like h a ilston es, bu t h e r a n o n, n eve r h eeding them!' (See page 158)




/ :.pyright, 18g2 BORMAN L. MUNRO


MARION AND HIS MEN. CHAPTER I. A BRITISH COUNCIL OF WAR, Henry Dodo Knyphausen, baron of the German empire, was a soldier of fortune. He loved his native land, but loved money and power more. Hence, when King George, of England, hired a large force of Hessians to proceed to America and quell the rebellion there existing against the ki1lg's most sacred majesty, Baron Knyphausen evinced a desire to go. His military record was untarnished; that is, he was a most scientific butcher. He knew no such word as mercy, and recognized no one's right to life. He fought because it was his trade ; he killed because he was paid to do it-and he rather liked his occupation H e was fond of travel, and the expedition to America promised much that was to his taste. He imagined that, when he landed, his Hessians would cut their way through the rebels and bring them to their knees in very quick order.


6 A British Council of War. But he was deceived. "Thes e fellows never know when they ought to die," he said, to Lieut.-Col. Mockton, on one occasion. At the time when we renew our acquaintance with the baron, or general, as he preferred to be called, he was stationed on Staten Island. Idleness did not agree with him, and he was con stantly urging Lord Howe to make an onslaught on the enemy. His soul was moved to enthusiasm on receipt of an order to proceed at once to a council of war to be held at Fort Richmond. The hour arrived, and the fort presented an animated appearance. Lord Howe, his breast covered with medals, and mounted on a snow-white steed, galloped from Cuckles town to the fort, which rose proudly above the town, on Richmond Hill. The English flag floated on the breeze, and the bugle called the men beneath its fold to arms. The soldiers presented a gallant appearance, for many of them were the cream of the Engli~h army. The infantry, with their arms at "present," and the artillerymen, with their saber points near the ground, awaited the coming of the commander of the English army. By Lord Howe's side rode a handsome officer, who was declared by the young ladies of the county "far too good-looking for a Britisher," and who was as good-hearted as he was featured. "Andre, are you tired of this country?" asked Lord Howe. I


A British Council of War. 7 "Of the country, no. Methinks it is the most beau tiful place I have ever seen, but I would that the war was over." And Maj. Andre, the adjutant-general of the British army, sighed : "A few weeks at most, Andre, and we shall return to our own land." "YOU think so ?" "Yes; this Washington has used up all his resources. His army has dwindled to a mere handful, and we will drive them into the wilds, where they can starve if they so please." "I shall never return, general," said Andre, sadly. "Never return? Why, what ails thee, man? Art afraid of the ragged army?" "No, general. I never knew what fear was, but I have a strange presentiment that I shall never see England again." "Here comes Knyphausen. Don't talk like that to him." "No, indeed ; for I do not like that Hessian." "He is a good soldier." "But a cruel one." "All soldiers are so, more or less." "Yes, but I trust all soldiers would not take the lives of women and children as he does. He is a demon when roused." "Hush!" Gen. Knyphausen saluted his superior, and the three officers arrived together at the fort. The commandant saluted, and Lord Howe answered by the formula :


8 A British Council of War. "God save the king I" What a gathering that was I What a galaxy of handsome men and military geniuses! At the head of the table sat Lord Howe, more by courtesy than right, for he was not the commander of the British land forces at the time. On his right sat Maj. Andre, and on his left the cruel Hessian. Then there were such men as Col. Simcoe, of the King s Rangers; Lieut.-Col. Mockton, Gen. Skinner, and others well known to fame. Knyphausen could scarcely restrain his impatience. "Thou hast news, admiral?" said the Hessian, addressing Howe. "Yes ; great good news. Arbuthnot, with his fleet--" "Has beaten the rebels?" interrupted Knyphauseri. "Nay, curb thy impatience. Arbuthnot anchored in Charleston harbor, and Sir Henry Clinton divided his force so that he might strike in several places. Tarle ton surprised the rebels on the Santee, and on the same day Fort Moultrie was surrendered." "That is good news. Carolina is ours." "Yes, for Charleston has fallen." "Can it be true?" "It is; Lincoln has surrendered, with all his arms and ammunition, and Clinton is on his way back to New York." ''We must meet him," said Simcoe, very em phatically.


A British Council of War. "I agree with you, colonel ; but can we make any progress through Jersey ?" Gen. Knyphausen looked at the speaker almost con temptuously, for he did not believe much in the military skill of Maj. Andre. "Andre, let my Hessians cross to Elizabethtown, and I will cut my way right through to Philadelphia itself." "The King's Rangers are better men than your Hessians," answered Simcoe. "Better men I Better men, did yon say? Withdraw that insult, or by the castles of my ancestors I will-" "Make yourself ridiculous. Come, Knyphausen, the Hessians are brave men, but they fight only for money." "And what do the Rangers fight for? Not glory, I trow, for that Yankee Gen. Greene made them run back to cover, looking anything but heroes." "Gentlemen, this is a council of war, not a wrangling club. Gen. Knyphausen is in command, and if he thinks it advisable to cross into Jersey he will have the best wishes of all, and we will do all we can to make the raid a" Gen. Knypbausen accepted the responsibility, and on the following day gathered together his force of five thousand men, under the command of Gens. Robert son, Tyron and Sterling. The march was through the glen near what is now known as Egbertville, through Morganville, and Cas tleton Corners to Decker's Ferry, now the thriving vil lage of Port Richmond. Knyphausen called the officers together, and ad dressed them.


10 A British Council of War. "We land at Elizabethport," he said, "because the people for miles round are tired of the rebels, and anxious to declare again their allegiance to King George. We shall thus be with friends and be sure of plenty of food, which is a very essential feature in the undertaking." Gen. Robertson, a very cautious and careful man, asked Knyphausen if he was sure of the loyalty of the Elizabethians. "Who dare to doubt it? Have we not the assurance of our scouts ?" The dictatorial manner of the general prevented any further questioning, and on the following morning the troops began to cross the hills. Knyphausen saw no signs of hostile opposition, and be was delighted at his success in landing his five thou sand men. But scarcely had the last man set foot on the Jersey shore than from behind every thicket and stone fence came unexpected volleys of buckshot and rude missiles. The order to march on Elizabethtown was given, and amid the most annoying and harassing opposition the soldiers wended their way. But outside the town the militia was stationed. The "ragged regiment," as the Jersey militia was called-and it well deserved the soubriquet-knew how to fight. For three hours they kept the Hessians out of the city. Gen. Sterling was wounded, and Knyphausen became exasperated, it was so contrary to his expectations. His men were too well drilled and too often under


A British Council of War. 11 fire to be kept back by the "ragged regiment," and they, by ni g htfall, managed to force their way through the militia and ent e r the town As the militia had bee n encamped at Connecticu t Farms, Knyphau s en sent a detachment of men back to the village with orders to destroy it by fire. The flames soon illuminated the district round. Nothing was spared. The church was reduced to ashes, and the cruel Hessian rode through the village, laughing at the work of ruin which he had ordered. The clergyman's wife .heard some of his exulting speeches, and could not restrain herself. "God s wrath will be poured out upon you for this," she said. Knyphausen heard her. "Silence, woman I Hast thou a husband?" "I had, but he died defending his church." "Died, did he?" "Indeed, he was killed by your butchers! But he is in glory, and in that Heaven you can never enter!" "Seize that woman !" ordered the general. "She is mad, general!'' "Seize her, I say I" The soldiers had to obey, and Mrs. Caldwell was pinioned and led b e fore Knyphausen. "Now, woman, thy tongue should be split for utter-ing such treason." "God's will be done!" she answered. "Dost thou offer thy regrets for thy la,nguage ?" "No, never would I do so. Thou art from the devil, and thy master hath thee in a powerful hand !"1


11 A British Council of War. Knyphausen laughed But thy master is King George--" "My master is dead-murdered by your miscreants I Gen Washington--" What Mrs. Caldwell was about to say can never be known. Knyphausen struck her face with the flat of his sword, and ordered one of his men to "run her through the heart The cruel murder was perpetrated without a remon strance from any. At Springfield the people aided the militia, and Knyphausen had to retreat to Elizabethtown. In inglorious rest he awaited the return of Gen. Clinton from Charleston. He had to acknowledge himself outgeneraled, and felt very crestfallen. He con g ratulated Ointon on the capture of Charles ton, and added : "Carolina is now ours." "The territory may be," answered Clinton, "but the people are unsubdued; we cannot conquer them." "Cornwallis will crush them," said Knyphausen, ex ultingly. "He might do it but for Marion ; he is a regular Swamp Fox.'" "Who is he?" "That I know not but time, distance or difficulties are nothing to him. He is everywhere, ~nd I would give a thousand pounds sterling to anyone who would bring me proof of his death.''


CHAPTER II. WRECK OF THE "MAY QUEEN." There are few men in history whose lives have been more eventful than that of Francis Marion. Therefore, I take my readers back a short time to tell how Carolina's great son was preserved for the work of building a nation. He was born in 1732, the same year as Washington. His father was also a Carolinian, but his grandfather was a Huguenot, driven from France because of his religion. Young Francis was the tiniest baby ever born, so at least all who saw him in infancy declared. "He cannot live," said the good preacher, as he looked at the tiny mite of humanity. His brothers, Gabriel, Isaac, Benjamin and Job, laughed at him, and wondered how it was possible for such a little creature ever to be of any use in the world. Esther, his sister, had read somewhere that the Spar tans threw puny babes into the river, and wondered whether the people would serve her baby brother in that way. But the mother loved her babe, and the father was proud of it, so it was not allowed to be drowned. Not that it would have been, even if they had not loved it, for the laws of Carolina differed from those of SpartaJ and baby drowning was called murder.


14 Wreck of the "May Queen." The boy grew older, and was called Francis; he studied from the books he found at home, but he was so small and delicate that he was just a little bit of a burden to his family. When he reached the age of twelve a family council was held. "Francis, the time has come when you must earn your living," said his father, seriously. The brothers laughed and nudged each other. "In what walk of life would you prefer to labor r asked his father. "Ay, tiny Tim, what is it to be?'' asked Job. "A shoeing smith?" suggested Benjamin, who was the strongest in the family, and delighted in the manner in which he could hold the most vicious horse while it was being shod. "Nay, Ben; a barber, say I." "Zounds, Gabriel ; he could not bleed a chicken. He won't catch fish, because, he says, the hook hurts the fish; he won't ride a horse because it might tire the brute; how, then, could he bleed a man?" In those days bleeding was a popular remedy for almost every disease, and the village barber was phlebo tomist and dentist as well as shaver. The barber's pole, with its red and white stripes, is but a recognition of this old style of treating the sick, for it represents the red and white bandages with which the arm was bound after bleeding. "Nay, let the lad speak for himself." Francis blushed as deep a crimson as any girl could have done, as he stammered out :


W reek of the "May Queen." 1 5 "I would like to be a soldier or a sailor !" What a hearty guffaw greeted the speech. Little puny Francis, hardly strong enough to take his brothers' dinners to the hayfield, wanting to be a soldier or sailor I "My boy, my darling boy, it would break your mother's heart," exclaimed the fond mother. "Nay, dame; methinks a voyage at sea would knit together his frame and make a man of him," answered the elder Marion. Addressing himself to Francis, he asked, in all seriousness : "Wouldst thou like to be a sailor?" "Ay, father, and indeed it is what I best would like." It so happened that the elder Marion was well ac quainted with Joshua Maitland, who was skipper on the good schooner May Queen, which sailed to and fro from the West Indies. Capt. Maitland liked the Marians, and had often tried to induce Job or Gabriel to take to a sea-faring life, but in vain. But he had never mentioned Francis; the child looked too weak and puny. To him now did the elder Marion appeal. "Maitland, I want you to do me a great favor." "Anything, Marion. Name it, and if old Josh Maitland can do it, why, it is done." "I want you to take Francis with you next trip." "Young Francis?" "Yes." "Can he stand it?"


16 Wreck of the "May Queen.' "His heart is set on it, and it will make a man of him or kill him." It seemed to the listener that the elder Marion almost wished the latter, if the former could not be accom plished. "I'll do it; but I sail to-morrow." "So much the better; the boy would not live a week. the suspense would kill him." The May Queen was as taut and trim a boat as ever sailed in or out of Charleston harbor. Old salts swore by her. Her owners-Joshua was only part owner-declared that the world had never seen a better craft, and the Charleston people used her name as a synonym of perfection. "As pretty as the May Queen," was a compliment to anyone. "As perfect as the May Queen," denoted the very highest excellence. Francis Marion felt prouder of his billet than if any one had given him a thousand dollars. Couldn't he sleep on board that night? he asked over and over again, so impatient was he. The hours passed, and old Joshua read the prayers before the anchor was weighed. A good old custom was that praying before a voyage. And the prayer, too, how appropriate to those times, when each skipper was a law unto himself, and piracy was very respectable. "Be pleased to receive into Thy almighty and gracious protection the persons of us, Thy servants, and the ship in which we serve. Preserve us from the dangers of the sea, and from the violence of an enemy." ,.


Wreck of the "May Queen." 17 The May Queen spread its sails and left Charleston with as bright a future as any schooner ever had. A good skipper, an excellent crew, good rations for all, and splendid pay. Not one could be at all dis satisfied. Francis Mario n, puny and helpless as he seemed on shore, was like another creature on board. His strength was small, but the ozone of the sea brought a bright color to his cheek and a clearness to his eye which told of coming health. The voyage was a pleasant one. "Capt. Josh," as all the crew called him, told some good yams, for he liked his crew to feel as one family. Marion summoned up courage, one day, to ask him if he had ever seen a sea serpent. "Shiver my timbers! hark at that. Did you never hear your father tell the yarn ?" "No." "Well, I told him, and he told nigh unto everybody else. Bless you, it is nigh unto ten years ago this very summer that I seed the biggest sea serpent that ever was. I'd like to see King George, that's what I named him--" "Why, captain?" 'Cause he was mighty nice to look at and think about, but I didn't want him at close quarters. And, you see, 1 says the same of King George, God bless him He is pretty and nice in London, but we don't want him any nearer." And the jolly captain laughed merrily at his own wit.1 "But the serpent?" "It came 011 the water. So long was it that I


18 Wreck of the "May Queen." thought at first it must be a long island, so I looked at my charts, and not a bit of land could I find. Then I looked again, and I saw something gradually rise up in the middle, and, says I, that's a hill. Then I called my mate-he's dead now, God rest his soul I-and I says: 'Come, Ned, and look at this big island as isn t marked on the chart.' And he came ; and never a bit of land could be seen, nor a serpent, neither, not all that day, but on the next morning Ned himself saw it, swimming along, about a mile to the starboard. And says he: 'It's a sea serpent, I'm blowed.' And we knew it was, and that's the only time I ever seed one.'' "Was it long?" "I reckon you may ask that. It was three miles long, if it was an inch." Francis Marion did not like to doubt the skipper's story, but in his inmost mind he had very grave appre hensions that it was an untrue yarn he had listened to from the captain's lips. The port of destination was reached, and young Marion was delighted with the tropical scenery. But he was impatient for the rett1rn journey. He loved the sea. The May Queen had been out some five days, when a cry was raised by the lookout: "Sea serpent I" "Where away?" cried everyone. All rushed to the deck, and looked in the direction pointed out. A monster fish was seen. Its great back looked almost like a mountain as it rose above the water.


Wreck of the "May Queen." 19 Probably" it was a thorn-back whale, but the skipper did not know. It was an immense thing, by whatever name it might be known. It was swimming straight toward the May Queen. "It is a mile long,'' shouted Capt. Josh, as he pointed to the wake, which, looking as black as the fish, really seemed a portion of it. But, as they watched, the fish swished round and made off. It was only a feint, for before long it was again making for them, and at such speed that it was impossible to get out of its way. When near the May Queen, it swished round again, and ga,e the good ship such a terrible stroke with its tail that the timbers were crushed into matchwood. The water streamed in with awful fury. "All hands to the pumps!" shouted the skipper. Never had men pumped faster or worked harder. But the ocean rushed in with such fury that it was impossible to save the vessel. "To the boat!" was the next order, and all tumbled as fast as they could into the little jolly-boat. Little Francis was almost thrown into the boat, so eager were all that he should be saved. "We never brought any food," said Capt. Josh. "I'll clamber back and get some," was the hasty response of the mate. But before the boat could put about the schooner had gone to the bottom. Capt. Josh wept as hysterically as a child as he saw, the top of the mast sink beneath the water.


20 On the Verge of Cannibalism. "I loved that May Que e n so I d i d he exclaimed, and there wasn t one of the cre w but answered: "So did I!" The crew be g an to think that th e y had escaped death by drowning to m e et one of starvation, for not a pint of water nor a biscuit had they on board the boat. All day they drifted about, hoping that some barrels of biscuit would break loose and float to the top, but night came and their anticipations were not realized. How thirsty they all were I Their mouths were hard and dry, their tongues swollen. "Each throat Was parched and glazed each eye, A weary time A weary time I Water, wate r, ev e rywher e And all the board s did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink" CHAPTER III. ON THE VERGE OF CANNIBALISM. For three days did the wretched crew endure the horrors of thirst and hunger. The sun blazed down with almost fiendish malignity, so it seemed to them. "It must be done!" whispered the skipper, hoarsely. "Ay, ay, sir; but I don't like to do it."


On the Verge of Cannibalism. 21 "Neither do I. But--" A gurgling sound in the captain's throat was all that came from him ; he had passed the time when his mouth could utter the words framed in his mind. A little cabin dog had swam to them from the wreck, and each of the crew loved that dog as though it were human. It fondled them, and often refreshed their feyered bodies, for it would jump into the sea to cool itself and then come back, imparting coolness to them from its own body The water blistered them, so they had to stop bathing. The mate caught Rollo the dog, and the tears fell from his eyes as he held it in his arms. Turning his head away he buried his knife in its heart. A pannikin caught the blood, and each of the crew had difficulty in restraining himself from catching hold of the pannikin and drinking the blood. But they exercis e d self-denial. Then little Rollo was skinned and its flesh eaten ravenously. How those half-starved men did eat I They had never partaken of raw flesh before, but now it was a dainty morsel to them. All day, after that, they slept-Francis Marion per haps more soundly than the rest, for he was young, and youth needs rest. The next day the dog s blood was all they had in the way of food or drink.


22 On the Verge of Cannibalism. It was terrible, and each man began to think it better to cast lots for one to die, that the others might live. Marion slept, and Bob Giles, the ship's carpenter, pointed to him, and pantomimically raised a knife as though to kill him. All knew its significance, but all loved the boy, and Capt. Josh managed to gasp : "N o--cast lots !" "Wait another day,'' said the mate, and all agreed. But when the sun came out in the morning it found the captain-good, honest Capt. Josh-stark, staring mad. He stood up in the boat and sung loud songs. His voice had come back to him in his madness. He prayed and blasphemed alternately, and fearing that his crew would seek to restrain him, he suddenly leaped overboard. The crew watched for the body to rise, for he would have kept them alive for a few days. But, alas I the body rose to the surface, but was ,nstantly seized by a huge shark. The next day the ,n.ate became mad and leaped overboard. For two more days the survivors existed. How they suffered I No pen can describe, no tongue can tell the horrors of that time. For ten days they had been without food. Their .eather belts had been chewed, their shoes had followed, rutything to keep life in their bodies. On the twelfth day Marion was alone. The other


On the V crge of Cannibalism. 23 members of the crew were lying dead on the bottom of the boat. Young Marion had not strength to throw them over board, and had not the inclination to tear off any of their flesh to eat. He resigned himself to die. Not once did he regret shipping on the May Queen, but he did wish he could see his family once more. He tried to pray. His lips formed the words: "Our Father, who art--" but he could utter no more. He mentally prayed, but gradually his senses left him, and he was sinking into the lethargy which knows no waking in this world. "Alive! as I'm a sinner." It ,qas a hearty, whole-souled voice. A vessel had sighted the little boat, and steered toward it. The captain was looking into young Marion's face, and made the exclamation we have quoted. "Get up, my boy; who are yo?" But Marion was too weak to reply. The sailors lifted him up and climbed up the side of their vessel with him. Then commen.:ed a time of revival. Teaspoonfuls of broth were poured down his throat, then a little chocolate, and so, little by little, increasing the dose until strength began to return and Marion was able to sit up and ask-not for food, but-water. That was his first, his only desire. "Water-water-water!" he cried, in delirium, and water was given him in tiny doses.


24 On the Verge of Cannibalism. Gradually his life returned to him, and he was able to walk about the deck. "What is your name, my boy?" the skipper asked, pleasantly. "Francis Marion." "What, not the brother of Gabriel?" "The same, sir." The captain asked about the wreck, and when he was told of Capt. Josh's death he threw up his hands, and exclaimed, with tears in his eyes : "Poor old Josh. "Are you in any hurry to get home?'' he asked Marion, later. "No, captain. My quarters are so comfortable that I can rest easy." "That is well, for I couldn't take you home until my cruise is over, anyway, and I'll not land you in Charles ton for a good month." For five weeks Marion was on board, leading an idle and monotonous life, but gaining strength. His cheeks took on a healthy color, and his stature was increasing. His terrible adventures were making a man of him, as his father had prophesied and when eventually he landed at Charl esto n his bnthers and sisters were no longer ashamed of "little Fra11cis." Besid es, he was quite a hero, and many a time the people assembled to hear him tell of his cruise on the ill-fated May Queen.


CHAPTER IV. THE CHEROKEE WAR, Francis Marion did not need much persuasion to give up the sea. He was never heard to say that he would prefer a sailor's life. He joined Gabriel on a farm, and until he was twenty-seven years old was as diligent a farmer as could be found in all Carolina. Not one word ever fell from his lips to show that he was not satisfied to remain a tiller of the soil. But there was a volcano slumbering in his breast, ready to burst forth in an eruption of fury at any moment. A report came to the Marion farm that the Cherokee Indians were murdering the frontier settlers. That report was the firing spark. "Gabe, I'm going I" exclaimed Francis. "Going? Where! what do you mean?" "I am going away-going to leave you." "I do not understand." "Don't you? It is true; I am going to offer myself to the governor to fight the Cherokees." "But the farm?" "You must take care of that. Good-by, Gabe; if I come back I'll work with you again; if I don't it will be because my scalp hangs from some redskin's belt."


The Cherokee War. Nothing would change his resolve, and on that very day Francis Marion approached the governor. "You want men to fight the Cherokees," he said ; "here I am." Gov. Lyttleton smiled at the brusque manner of the young farmer. "Your services are welcome." "When do we start?" "You are the first volunteer." Marion rushed into the street. "Men of Charleston! men of Charleston I" he shouted as he ran. The people thought him crazy, but none the less they followed to see the fun and find out what he meant. When a number had gathered Francis Marion jumped on ?wagon and waved his hand for silence. "The Cherokees-red savages--are killing our brothers on the frontier. Who will join me? I am going to wipe them out. The governor will go if you will!" The appeal was so quaint and strange that a dozen at once responded. "Go and get a dozen more and we will start." The news spread quicker than the governor's procla mation and the bells of the churches began ringing, shouts of joy were heard everywhere, and the crazy man Marion was looked upon as another Moses who would deliver the Carolinians from the Cherokees But the news reached the Inctians. They wanted to surprise the white man, instead of


The Cherokee War. which they were to be outnumbered and wiped off the1 face of the earth. That did not suit the Cherokee nation at all. A deputation was sent to meet the Carolinian arm y With their wampum belts and peace-pipes the Cherokees marched across the country, and when they met the governor they asked for a powwow. The Cherokees said they wished to live at peace with the white man. They had only been drilling their young men. Did they not bring the pipe of peace, and ask the great white chief to see them bury the hatchet and smoke the pipe? Lyttleton, good-hearted and generous, believed the Ineians, and sent them back loaded with presents. He or-dered his little army to march back to Charleston. He thanked them for their patriotism, and ordered them to return to their homes. It seemed scarcely fair that the Indian savages should be rewarded by the colony, while the white man, who had given up their business and left their planta tions to fight for their homes and their country, should only be coldly thanked. Marion again became a farmer. But not for long. Scarcely more than a year had elapsed before the Indians thought the Carolinians were lulled to sleep. Then commenced wholesale slaughterings; women and children were cruelly murdered, and the Cherokees proclaimed war to the death against the whites. Marion again offered his services, and the governor was so pleased that he publicly thanked him, and gave


The Cherokee War. him a first lieutenancy in the provincial army under Capt. William Moultrie. The British commander-in-chief sent Col. Grant with twelve hundred regulars to join the provincials. Grant was a splendid specimen of the genus soldier. He was brave, detennined and resolute. Knowing no fear, he infused a spirit of magnificent courage in his men. A council of war was held, and Grant suggested an invasion of the Cherokee land as the surest way ofdrawing off the Indians from the Carolinians. The only passage int o the Cherokee country was through a narrow, dark defile in the mountain. The Cherokees instantly collected their whole force to oppose the Anglo-American army. "The pass must be explored,'' said Grant. "Who will volunteer to do it?" A number of brave men responded, among them being Lieut. Marion. There were so many volunteers that Col. Grant had to make a selection of a corps of thirty men. To the great delight of Marion, he was given the command. "It is a post of great danger," said the colonel; "perhaps none may come back alive, but God be with you." At the head of his thirty men Marion advanced with rapidity, while the army moved out to support him. Scarcely had they entered the dark and gloomy de file, when, from behind rocks and trees, a sheet of fire suddenly blazed forth, and two hundred painted sav ages emerged from their hiding place.


The Cherokee War. Twenty-one of M'arion's command were killed at the first volley. With only nine left, he turned and faced the savages in his rear and fought desperately to cut his way through. With hideous yells and uplifted tomahawks the giant Cherokees rushed upon the brave band. Marion saw his men fall one by one round him, but he did not offer to surrender. A tall savage had his ax uplifted over Marion's head, and cried out in the natiYe language : "Surrender, or die!" Marion looked at him, and a. smile passed over bis face, as he replied : "It is easier to die than surrender." The ax was falling. Marion suddenly swung up his gun, and fired its contents right in the savage's face. The muzzle touched the Cherokee's cheek, and so frightfu1ly did the slugs do their work that nothing human could be recognized about the savage's head as he fell. "Come, boys!" shouted Marion, "come, if any are left alive." Only three answered to the call. "We have quite a regiment," he said, as he saw the three men. "Come, your backs against this rock, and fight until you drop." The tomahawk of a seven-foot Cherokee crunched through the skull of Marion's right-hand supporter. But he never wavered. Only three out of thirty-one left alive.


30 The Cherokee War. He knew, if they could but hold out a few moments longer, that the army would come to their assistance. But could they hold out? It seemed an impossibility. The howling, yelling savages crowded so close to the three white men that fighting was almost an impossibility. One grimly-painted wretch clutched Marion by the throat and forced him hack against the rock. Our hero was powerless. He could not raise hand or foot. With a sudden jerk he managed to get his head free, but only to have his hair seized by another savage, who was struggling to liberate his knife, that he might take the white man's scalp. It was an awful moment, and Marion gave himself up for lost, when lo! the steady tramp of the soldiers could be heard. The Indians heard it, and with an exulting cry wel comed their enemy. Marion was half unconscious. Each moment he expected to be his last, and ytt: the soldiers did not come.


CHAPTER V. ACTION BEGINS. For a time young Marion gave himself up for lost. Yet he would not surrender. "I can die," he said, "so much easier than purchasing life by dishonor." It was this thought which made him more defiant. "Hello! Yahoo !" he shouted, hoping that he might attract Col. Grant's attention. The rocks echoed back the cry, not once, but several times, and the distinctness of the echo rather discon certed the savages, who fancied the enemy must be near. Again Marion shouted, and the Cherokees fell back. This was just what he wanted. With a loud shout and sudden bound forward, the brave white chief passed through the ranks of his enemies. He little knew that he had turned the wrong way and was running right into the Cherokee countr y With a savage cry of joy the Indians ran after him. His scalp was worth much to them for they believed him to be the bravest white man they had ever heard about. Whoever could get Marion's scalp was in a fair way to be made chief. The honor was worth some running. There were fleet runners among them, and Marion


32 Action Begins. knew that only a miracle or accident could prevent his capture. On he ran, fast losing breath, while his pursuers seemed as fresh as when they started. He knew he was going in the wrong direction, but to retreat meant to run into the arms of the enemy. A wild whoop fell on his ears. Something had occurred which pleased them. He soon saw what it was. He had reached the banks of a lake. To swim across would require almost superhuman strength, and he was exhausted. "I can die," he thought, "and will, rather than fall into their hands." The Cherokees were wise. They thought he would never attempt to swim acrosi. the lake until he had regained some of his strength. They, too, were exhausted. Sitting down on the ground at a distance of twenty or so yards apart, they loaded their old muskets and watched and waited. Marion must either jump into the lake or retrace his steps. The latter meant his capture and death. Marion saw it, and with admirable coolness sat down and watched them. A happy inspiration came to him. He leaned over and cut one of the long, hollow reeds which grew plentifully by the banks of the lake. He blew through it, and threw it away. It was faulty. He cut another, and still another, an'd the third was perfectly round and air tight.


Action Begins. 33 The Cherokees watched him, but were too far away to understand the significance of his actions. They were afraid to get too close for one of their number had whispered that Marion was one of the white men 's sorcerers, and that he could kill them by his breath if he became so disposed. While he was in their power they thought him a brave fighter not possessed of supernatural powers, but his strange escape increased their wonder, and his daring and coolness had fanned the spark of superstition into a flame. Marion calculated to a nicety how long his enemies would remain seated on the ground watching him. He was not idle, for he leaned forward and got a handful of the red clay from the margin of the lake. With this after well working it in his hands, he filled his ears and no s trils. His enemies watched him closely, and became very interested when they saw him wade into the water. It was time for them to act. They rus hed forward and saw him walk very quietly into the lake until the water was over his head. So astonished were the Cherokees that they did not think of firing. Marion was an excellent swimmer, and when the enemy did di~charge their muskets he was some dis tance away. With his face upturned he just allowed the end of the reed to project above the surface. The Cherokees waited for some time. No sign of the swimmer could be found, and they were divided in opinion. Some said he had melted


34 Action Begins. into thin air, others that he had deliberately drowned himself. In either case he was of no value to them, and they left the lakeside, disgusted at the great waste of time. When Marion was sure that they had returned to their camp, he quietly came out of the water, but little the worse for his long submersion. He had breathed through the reed and thus saved his life. He got the clay out of his ears and nostrils, and about the first thing he heard was the rapid firing of the Anglo-Americans. He was eager for the fight, and ran as swiftly as he could. His clothes dried as he ran, and he met with no acci dent, but was welcomed by Col. Grant as one from the dead. The British troops were divided into small bodies, the more promptly to support the Carolinian riflemen who led the van. With extended wings they marched forward through fields prolific with corn and fruit. The Cherokees had retired, thinking to gain the shelter of the forest, but before they could do so the provincials had each sought the protection of a friendly tree, and the action began. From wing to wing, quite across the defile, the woods appeared as if on fire whil e the incessant crash of small arms tortured the ears like claps of sharpest thunder. More than half the American troops were armed with rifles, while the British had the flintlock muskets.


Action Begins. 3S Marion showed clearly his contempt for the English, and once was so irritated by the bad marksmanship that h~ exclaimed to his captain: "Sirrah And what good are those British save to bark the trees or cut off the branches ?" The Carolinians were all good marksmen, and their rifles did terrible execution. The British were a s tonished, for they had looked upon the rifle as being a new fangled toy, of little value save in hunting. The Cherokees fell back, leaving large numbers dead and wounded. The Indians were surpt1sed that Marion's menfor he was leading the van his captain having been killed-did not stop to take scalps. For two hours the deadl y fight continued. One hundred and three Indians were kill e d outright and double that number wound e d w'1ile the united army of Anglo Americans onl y lost fift y -on e Col. Grant had hoped to surprise the Indian towns, but rightly conjectur e d that the quick runners had spread the alarm, and that the whol e Cherokee nation would be up in arms. Destroy everything !" was the ord e r made by the colonel. Marion pleaded with the Engli s h o fficer to save the corn and bread stuff, but Grant was inexorable. Writing to his brother, Gabriel Marion said: "The land s were rich and the seas o n had be e n favor able ; the corn was bending under the double weight of lusty ears and pods of clustering beans.


Action Begins. "The furrows seemed to rejoice under their precious loads-the fields stood thick with bread. "We encamped the first night in the wood s where our whole army feasted on the young corn, which, with fat venison, made a most delicious treat ." It seemed a shame to destroy so much food, for it meant starvation for many of the Indians that winter: But the next morning Col. Grant repeated his order. "Destroy everything," he said, "and then we may have peace." The English enjoyed the work of destruction, but the provincials wept as they cut down the young com. "The British seemed to enjoy the cruel work," said Marion in his letter, "laughing very heartily at the curling flames, as they mounted loud, crackling over the tops of the huts, which had only been a few hours before the residences of happy Cherokees. To me it was a shocking sight "But when we came, according to ord e rs to cut down the fields of corn, I could scarcely refrain from tears, for who could see the stalks that stood so stately with broad green leaves and gayly-tasseled shocks, filled with sweet milky fluid and flour, the staff of life; who, I say, without grief, could see these sacred plants sinking under our swords with all their precious load, to wither and rot untasted in thenmourning fields I" "Is it necessary?" Marion asked the colonel. The answer was blunt and uncouth. With a profane oath the young captain was ordered to continue the destruction and ask no questions. It is a soldier's duty to obey, and Marion, with his eyes filled with tears and voice hu s k y with emotion, bade his men obey to the letter the cruel order.


Action Begins. 37 "We are sowing the seed for a terrible harvest," he wrote to his brother. "When we are gone, the children who have so lately played under the shade of the rus tling corn will return and ask their mothers : 'Who did this?' And the mothers will reply: 'The white people did it, the Cliristians did it.' "Thus, for cursed Mammon's sake, the followers of Christ have sown the hellish tares of hatred in the bosoms of these pagan children." Had C:ol. Grant seen that letter, young Marion would never have been known as the Swamp Fox, and this story would not have been written. Grant was a veritable martinet. One of the bravest of his men had the courage to plead for the life of an aged Cherokee who had spat upon Grant, and for that offense was condemned to death. "You would save that old Indian?" "Yes, colonel. There is no glory in murdering such an old man." The officer did not relish the word used by his subaltem. "I am a murderer, am I? Well we shall see. Cor poral, see to it that in half an hour the Indian prisoners are in line." About twenty able bodied Cherokees had been captured, and these were drawn up in a line, each man standing six feet from his fellow. Into each Indian's hand was given a strong cane, and the young officer who had spoken so strongly was placed on a wooden horse and drawn, with his back


38 Action Begins. bared, along the line, each Indian striking him as often as he could as the horse was drawn past. The savages did not spare the cane, for they loved to see a white man suffer. The wooden horse, in itself, was a great torture. For those of my readers who may not know this form of military punishment, a few words may be necessary. The horse was made of planks, roughly nailed to gether, forming a sharp ridge to represent : he back of a horse ; it was then supported by posts to serve as the legs of the animal, the whole being placed on a mov able truck. The soldier who had to undergo this punishment was placed on the horse with his hands securely fastened, and heavy muskets were tied to his legs to prevent the horse kicking him off, as was humorously observed. Lieut. Olcott endured this punishment without an outward murmur, but in his heart he was vowing eternal hatred to the military system to which he was a slave. When the Indians had been removed, Col. Grant walked up to the bruised and bleeding soldier. "On your knees, ~ir, and apologize! he shouted. Olcott was true grit. "Never !" he answered. "Kill me if you will, but I will never apologize : Grant said no more, but ordered the march to be contin~ed. Twenty towns and thousands of cornfields were de stroyed, and the Cherokees were glad to sue for peace. "The Little Carpenter, the chief of the Cherokee


Patriotic Fire. 39 nation, signed a treaty of peace, smoked the pipe of friendship with Grant, and buried the hatchet. The war was over. The provincial army was disbanded, and the men were glad to return home. Accompanying Marion was Lieut. Olcott, who had been dismissed from the army for insubordination and conduct unbecoming an officer and gentleman. So read the order, and Olcott laughed at its phrase ology. It was a glad relief to him, and at Marion's home he became a good farmer and an ardent lover of Caro lina. CHAPTER VI. P htT R I OT I C F I RE For thirteen years Francis Marion led the life of a tiller of the soil. He had sworn never again to volunteer against the Indians, and he had kept his word. Near to his farm was a plantation owned by John Olcott. / Olcott had succeeded well as a farmer, and had as handsome a wife as could be found in all the Sunny South. His three children were as beautiful as their mother, and were named after Marion-the eldest being Francis, the next Marion, and the third, a girl, was called


Patriotic Fire. Marie, being the nearest approach to Marion they could get without confusion in the home. Olcott had cast off all all e giance to England as far as a colonial could do, and had even gone so far as to phophecy that he would live to see the colonies of America an independent nation. This was a treasonable sentiment in those days, but Olcott spoke as he thought, and hundreds were of the same opinion, but did not dare to express it. It was about the middle of May, 1775, that young Francis Olcott burst into the living room of Uncle Marion, as the children called our hero. ''Well, Francis, sonny you look warm." "Uncle, I've great news," exclaimed the nine-year old boy; "papa is talking to a sea captain, and he says that the English are running. Come and hear, won't you?" "Who sent you?" "Papa; and mamma is crying, she is so glad." Francis Mari o n was not long in getting ready to accompany young Olcott, and when he arrived at the house the ex-lieutenant of the British Army put out both his hands and grasped Marion s. "Great, good news, Marion This is Capt. Gerry from Boston's own town, and he tells us--there, Gerry, tell it all over again." Nothing loath, the captain started in and told how Gen. Gage had sent a force of eight hundred men to seize the stores and ammunition at Concord and how brave Dr. Warren, hearing of it, sent Paul Revere to arouse the Minute Men, and how:


Patriotic Fire. "Through the night rode Paul Revere; And s o t hrou g h the ni ght w e nt his cr y of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm-A cry of defiance, and not of fear A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore !" Then he told the astounded listeners, for others had dropped in-there were Peter Horry and Gabriel Marion, and Capt. Moultrie how Maj. Pitcairn reached Lexington at dawn and found seventy Minute Men ready to meet him, and how : "The British r e gulars fired and fled; How the farmer s gave them ball for ball From behind each fence a nd farmyard wall Chasing the r e d coats down the Jane, Tlaen crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load." The captain told the stor y with natural eloquence, and his auditors were so excited that they could not sit still. They rose to their feet, their eyes wide open, their faces flushed as they listened to the recital. "It is glorious!" said Marion. "It is superb! My blood is on fire I" exclaimed Peter Horry. "That is war," remarked Moultrie. "God bless th e Minute Men!" "Wbat are we going to do?" asked Olcott. "Help!" answered Gabriel Marion. "We must go and see the governor. Come Capt. Gerry, you shal1 tell your story once more." Off they started to find, the governor, and by great good fortune he was at home.


Patriotic Fire. He listened very calmly-as became the chief execu tive of the State-and Francis Marion was disap pointed. He expected enthusiasm; he found apparent cold ness, and his heart sunk within him. But the governor only assumed calmness ; he was as excited as any, for he was with the people in their hopes and aspirations. When the narrative was ended he calmly thanked Capt. Gerry. "The legislature shall be called at once to consider this matter," he said and bowed his vi s itors to the door. But as they were leaving he called back Francis Marion. "Does it mean war?" he asked. "Yes, I think so." "Good. Have you gone throug1i the sword drill lately?" "No." "It would be as well, and let the young riflemen practice. It may be useful." The enthusiasm was intense. Carolina only wanted the spark to ignite the mine, all else was prepared. The most enthusiastic citizen was Francis Marion, whose soul was all afire with martial ardor. "I thought you would never take the sword again, said Olcott. "I said against the Indians ; but against the British-1 great Heaven, r will be willing to die sword in hand !" "But why?"


\ Patriotic Fire. "My dear Olcott, you are English--" "Was, if you please ; I ain an American now." "I stand corrected. But still I do not think you can feel as I do." "Why not?" "I am native born." "I am a citizen by choice, not accident. I have the advantage, you see, Marion. You could not help being born here. It was no choice of your own. \I became a citizen by my own act-ha! ha! ha! I have you there, now come have I not?" "Well, well, Olcott, I do not deny your patriot ism--" "No, nor the strength of my sword arm if we have to fight." "Would you fight against your own countrymen?" "Yes, if you persist in calling the English my coun trymen. Marion, you more than half doubt me. WIen I became a Carolinian I left England forever. The King of Eng land is my enemy, as he is yours." Peter Horry listened without saying a word until Olcott had finished and then with a smile all over his face he grasped the patriot's hand in his own strong grip. "Bravo !" he cried. "Bravo I I wish we had a thou sand more like you.'' "So do I. I do not doubt you, Olcott. Give me your hand. We are brothers still.'' The people were clamorous. They wanted to raise two regiments at once. The special meeting of the legislature listened with


. 44 Patriotic Fire. an assumption of calmness to all the arguments, and agreed that the governor be empowered to raise two regiments and fully equip them for the field. Then came the balloting for officers. Col. Moultrie was in command of one regiment, and among the names drawn for captaincies were Francis Marion, Peter Horry and John Olcott. A regiment-all officers-was formed. "We must get the men, now," said Marion. "Agreed. That will be easy." "But what shall we do for money, Capt. Marion?" asked Capt. Horry. "Why," he replied, "we must get it from the assembly." "Never thought of that. Come, let us all go and state our needs," said Col. Moultrie. The speaker of the assembly was bluff and uncouth. "You asked for power to raise a regiment. You've got it. Is not that enough?" "We cannot buy rifles and ammunitions, or even uniforms, without money." "Then you must go without. We have risked our heads in giving you power to raise the regiments. We will not spend the people's taxes for a war they may not want.'' And history records that South Carolina declared war against the richest nation on earth without voting one red cent for the carrying on of that war. "Never mind money," said Horry. "Young David, with his sling and a pebble, defeated the giant Goliath, and I have faith.''


Recruiting. 4S "So have I." "The God of Heaven is with us, and He will provide the means, continued Horry, reverently CHAPTER VII. RECRUITING. The enthusiasm of the people outside the city seemed only an excresence. Those who were the loudest in favor of war sud denly found that th e y had been shouting in favor of a costly amusement. Marion, Horry, Olcott and a young lieutenant by the name of Charnock, went from house to house to the banker whose vaults were filled with gold, to the humble farmer, to borrow money. "And they all with one accord began to make ex cuse." What was true in Biblical parable was equally so in South Carolina in 1775. The banker was on the verge of ruin ; he was ex pecting a run on the bank at any moment, and perhaps would not be able to meet it ; the merchant was very sorry, but he had outstanding bills which would take him all his time to settle, and the farmer could not collect the price of his crops, and so had to run in debt. For four days the brave pioneers of the revolution in that Southern State had only been able to recruit thirtyseven men and borrow two hundred dollars.


Recruiting. At Pedee they fell in with Capt. Johnson of the militia, who was loyal to England. It could not be that Johnson was jealous of the few raw recruits, neither could he fear them, for only ten of them possessed rifles. But Johnson became very friendly with Lieut. Char nock, and after spending some time in his company offered to give him a bribe if he would allow the re cruits to return home. "But they do not want to go," suggested Charnock. "They are tired of the hardships already," asserted Johnson. "That cannot be, for they are patriots." "Patriots! Pshaw, they are country clodhoppers who are sick unto death even now." Charnock related the conversation to Marion, who sent for Capt. Johnson. The poltroon, with cunning boldness, entered Ma-rion s presence, and a word sparring contest ensued. "I am Capt. Marion of the Carolinian army." "And I am Capt. Johnson of the royal militia." "I hold authority from the governor of the province to recruit men." "And I, from our gracious master, the king." "King George, sir, has but little authority here now." "King George, sir, will crush out rebellion and hang traitors." The wordy war continued for some time, and might have led to hostility had not Lieut. Charnock's en trance led the conversation back to the cause of the interview. "You tried to bribe my lieutenant."


Recruiting. "It is fal se." "Do y ou den y it?" "the q u e stion i s an insult. "Do y o u d e n y it? r e p e ated Marion. "I do. 47 "Then thou art liar as well as poltroon," exclaime d Charnock an g ril y The e x cit e d lieut e nant, seein g a pair of pistols on th e table, seized them, and offering one to Johnson, leveled the other at him. "Fire, sir, unless you are too cowardly." But the militia captain turned away and refused the proffered weapon. "Coward, I'll make y ou fight I" Charnock threw the pistols on the table, arid, seizing Horry's cane, began to beat the officer about the head and shoulders unmercifull y Marion did not attempt to interfere, and the young provincial showed no signs of stopping the chastise ment while life remained in Johnson s body. The captain was a great bull y and ignoble coward. He made no effort to ward off the blows or to turn on his assailant. Nature could stand no more and the captain of the royal militia f ell on his knees and begged for mercy. Charnock lis tened to his plea and bade him begone The event proved of great value to the patriots, for not only did the countr y men flo ck to t he standard of the new army, but, throu g h J o hn s on, the militia passed a r e solution that the governor and Legislature of South Carolina should control their movements.


Recruiting. At Dorchester a depot for arms and ammunition was established, and Marion was made commandant. He had a company of militia in addition to his own company of what was now the regular army. At Christmas, Marion was ordered to Charleston to devise means for the protection and defense of the town. In the second regiment was an excellent man and good soldier-Capt. Fuller. The people who hesitated to give their money to the cause became proud of the "regulars," and far too hospitable for their good. Some of the officers fell into habits of intemperance, and among them was Fuller. In vain Marion reasoned with him; he went from bad to worse, until he was seized with madness. In his frantic state, with wild, rolling eyes and a face bloated and red, he would behave as if he were leading his men into action. Marion had him placed under restraint, but it was too late. "Come on, my brave fellows," he would cry, ''be cool and steady-reserve your fire until I give the word now for your country and your God-fire I Give it them, my heroes-hurrah, the English are running-see how they run. God be thanked I our coun try is free.'' The perspiration would pour from his face, his whole body would be excited, and exhaustion would render him almost helpless He would sink on his knees and repeat the Lord's Prayer.


Recruiting. 49 Marion wept as he saw the ruin of so brave a man. It was horrible. From that time Marion would never allow grog to be served at his own table. A few days of agony, and Parker, who had built his hopes on seeing his country free, died a most horrible death from the results of overmuch wine. It was not to be supposed that all who enlisted for six months were anxious to have a brush with the enemy. Neither were all patriotic. There were some who would not have hesitated to betray the cause, if it would have paid them to do so. One of this number was Lieut. Crane. Capt. Olcott had warned Marion against him. But Marion was full of trust and believed every man to be honest. One day Lieut. Crane came to him, and, with a very sorrowful voice, asked for forty eight hours' furlough; he declared that his father-a most estimable manwas dying. Without the slightest hesitation Marion granted the request, but bade him be back within the specified time. "Do you believe that fellow's father is ill?" asked Horry. "Why should I doubt it?" "Because his father has been dead these two years." "Are you sure?" "I am." "Perhaps I was mistaken; it may have been some other relative."


50 Recruiting. Shall I tell you who it is?" asked Horry. "Yes, if you know. "Well, it is an old rooster." "What?" "There is a cock fight at Dorchester, and there is where Crane is going first--" "You say first-what would you insinuate?" "That he is a traitor. "Horry, even from you I will not allow such an in sinuation. Prove it, sir, qr keep thy tongue under guard." "Give me but leave of absence, and I will prove it." "Dost thou want to see the cock fight at Dorches ter?" asked Marion mischievously. When Crane left Charleston he journeyed to Dor chester, where-as Peter Horry had said-he hastened to the scene of a cock fight. The brutal sport was as extremely patronized in those days as bull fighting in Spain. Everyone went, and even ladies clapped their little hands as they saw the birds spur and tear each other. But Crane was uneasy, and, much as he loved the sport, would not stay until it was over. He looked anxiously round, and seeing Abram Met calf on the other side of the cockpit, made across to him. "Great news,'' said Metcalf. "Indeed I and is it of the king?" "Even so; but hast thou got all the plans of the har bor and forts ?" "I have. But this is no place wherein I can show them."


Recruiting. "Let us leave, and in the hostelry kept by mine host, Fairfield, we can have a private room and talk things over." Abram Metcalf was believed to be an agent of the British government, and as such was treated with the greatest suspicion by the patriots. Crane, seated in the room at the inn, told all that Marion was doing, and showed rough drawings, of the proposed fortifications in the harbor. Abram Metcalf was so overjoyed that he insisted on Crane going to see Jacques Le Febre, a Frenchman in the employ of the English. The forty-eight hours' furlough expired, and still Crane did not return; a week elapsed, and nearly an other did. When the lieutenant did return he was not very low spirited, for he had British gold in his pocket, and a promise of greater reward when the city of Charles ton was in the hands of the English. But one thing surprised him. The entire plan of fortification had been changed, and all Crane's information and drawings became worthless. Marion had caused Crane to be followed, and as good luck would have it, his spy was close behind Metcalf when Crane had made the admission. It would have been easy for Marion to have punished the traitor, but instead he changed all his plans, and rendered Crane's work of no avail. "I am--am-very-sorry, sir," said Crane, stam meringly, as he presented himself to his superior, "for overstaying my time, but I could not help it."


Recruiting. Marion turned suddenly, and in the coldest voice addressed him : "Ah, lieutenant, is that you? I scarcely missed you, so there is no harm done." That was all. Crane went to his quarters mystified. But he was not long to remain so, for his captain at mess, that day, looked across at the discomfited lieutenant, and in a pleasant way spoke to him of his absence. "Madam Le Febre is quite a refined lady," said Marion. "Are her daughters as fascinating as her self?" Crane's face was as white as that of a corpse. His treachery was discovered. He knew death by hanging would be his reward. Marion was merciless. "Did Sweet Althea Metcalf accompany you to the Le Febres?" he asked. "In Heaven's name, captain, what do you mean? What do you know ?" "All, lieutenant, all. Believe me." ;,.: wl ., :


CHAPTER VIII. MAKING READY FOR THE ENEMY. Lieut. Crane stood still. Not a muscle quivered, though his soul was filled with fear. He expected to be ordered under arrest, and knew that the punishment was death. The captain, however, took no further notice, and went on as unconcerned as if no traitor existed in the fort. Horry was puzzled. He was very friendly with Marion and determined to find out what he meant to do with the lieutenant. Smoking big pipes, the two captains watched the clouds arise from their well-filled bowls, and both were silent-so silent that when Marion caught Horry looking furtively at him, as he was doing at Horry, he burst into a hearty laugh. This silent gazing at each other was too much for his sense of humor to endure, and as he laughed Horry followed the example. "What were you thinking about, Marion?" asked Horry. "Wondering what made you so silent. And you?" "Thinking about Crane, the--" "Stop, we are alone; no harsh words, if you please." ''What are you going to do with him?'' "Nothing "He is a traitor."


54 Making Ready for the Enemy. "Was." "Is "I do not think so. He was, of that I have proof ; but now I do not think there is a more loyal man in the fort." "Because he is afraid?" "No." "What makes him loyal?'' "Love of the cause." "What has changed him?'' "His own thoughts." "How do you know, Marion? What makes you so confident ?" "You wish to know why I have acted as I have done?" "Yes." "I will tell you. But it is for your cars alone." "Honor will prevent me referring to the subject ielsewhere." "Good. I suspected Crane, even before you told me he was a traitor." "YOU did?'' "Yes "You never mentioned it, but even seemed surprised at my insinuations." ''Did I?" "YOU did.'1 Marion laughed at Horry's earnestness. "Before Crane left I had commissioned two men to watch him-one to return as soon as definite informa tion could be sent. This man heard what was said at the cock fight. He hurried back, while the other fol-


Making Ready for the Enemy. H lowed to Metcalf's and then to Le Febre's. He heard him say that he had plans of the fort and harbor." "That was why you started and reversed everything?" "Yes ; the plans Crane had would be a snare rather than a guide to the enemy. Then I laid other tracks, on hearing what took place at the Frenchman's house. Crane returns. He feels innocent." "Feels innocent?" "Yes, for his cunning mind at once perceives the changes made, and he argues to himself, 'If Jacques le Febre reveals the plans, I cannot be accused of treach ery, for they are incorrect.' So he has the English ,. ,oney, has had a holiday, returns and finds that he has betrayed-the English, not his own countrymen." "But his intention--" "Was the reverse, certainly, but we were too quick for him and outwitted him nicely. Now, what do you think are his feelings? He is obliged to be loyal, for he has betrayed the English, and he has no other refuge but with his countrymen. Is it not better to have a good patriot than a dead body? I could hang him, but should accompli sh nothing more than ~osing a man. I forgive him, and out of gratitude and sense of failure he becomes a first class fellow." "It is an experiment." "Certainly it is. And I shall succeed." "I should feel safer if he were dead." "My dear Horry, let the English do the killing. We want all the men we can muster. "But--" "No 'buts,' please. I have command here, and shall


56 Making Ready for the Enemy. say no more about the matter unless I repeat it to Col. Moultrie." Marion was a peculiar man. He loved friendship and was a good comrade, but he would not allow his dearest friend to question his motives or his orders in military matters. Scarcely was the fort finished when Capt. Marion was promoted, and as major had a wider field of duties. News reached the governor that the British were about to invade Carolina, and Capt. Horry was sent over with his company to Sullivan s Island. No sooner had he arrived there than two British men-of-war, the Cherokee and Tamar, anchored 1 Rebellion Road. "Hot work before us, captain," said Lieut. Charnock. "Yes. But it was strange that those boats should arrive at the same time we did." "Not at all. It was Marion's doings. I do believe he has second sight." "What makes you think so?" "I heard him tell the gen e ral that two men of-war would be off Sullivan s Island on Thurs day, and a s k if it wouldn't be as well for Horry to take his company over on Wectnesday." "Marion is a wonderful man. Nothing escapes him." "He is a fox in depth of cunning a lion on the field, and a perfect man as a friend," answered Charnock. Three days later Gen. Moultrie took over the entire regiment to Sullivan's Island and erected a fort there.


Making Ready for the Enemy. 57 When the fort was finished Horry could not resist shouting for joy. "What can England do against us now?" he asked. And the fort did look formidable. They had constructed, with palmetto trees, a pen two hundred feet long and sixteen feet wide, filled in with sand to stop the shot. The gun platform was made of two-inch oak planks, and thirty-six guns were speedily mounted. Gen. Moultrie reviewed the troops and cheered them with his words of encouragement. "Sure an' the spalpeens or Saxons'll niver dare to attack us," exclaimed Sergt. Fogarty, who was as patriotic as any American born. "A fleet a fleet, ho !" The cry was raised on the thirty-first of May, and all were on the iookout. It was Ointon' s fleet of nine war ships and thirty transports, bearing three thousand land forces to at tack Charleston. There was a flutter of excitement in the city as well as on the island. All were looking forward to the trial of strength, and not one among them felt an atom of fear. But when a boat was seen approaching the island from the city, and its occupants were found to be ladies, wonder was plainly manifest on everyone's face. Some imagined the ladies were about to ask the patriots to surrender; and, indeed, it did look feasible, for why should there be war against the king? Who would be the greatest sufferers? But when the ladies landed on the island and asked


58 Making Ready for the Enemy. for Gen. Moultrie, their faces were not clouded with sadness or tears, but they wore the most enlivening looks. Moultrie received them almost brusquely, and was inclined to hand them over to Marion, but they looked at him so imploringly that he said bluntly: "Well, ladies, come sightseeing? If you have, you'll have to go back." "General, we are not sightseers. We have come to ask permission to take our places by the sides of our husbands and brothers. We can fight, we can help in many ways; we can do everything except live the slaves of Britain." "Ladies, you know not what you ask. War is far too serious and awful for such delicate creatures." "General, it is of the future we think. We must meet England face to face, and the victory must be ours, or future generations will curse us." "Ladies, I thank you, but must decline for t~e present your generous and patriotic offer. I hope the time may never come when such an offer must be accepted, for I could not bear to see the sweet face of beauty roughened over with the hard frowns of war; or the warriors' musket on those tender bosoms, formed of Heaven, only to pillow the cheeks of happy husbands or smiling babes." Gen. Moultrie's answer was accepted. The ladies felt that, if occasion required, he would call on themthat they would be ready and always at hand should their services be needed. They looked at the fleet in the distance, and more


The Attack on the Fort. 59 than one tiny fist was shaken in defiance of England's power. And when the glories of Independence Day are re membered, let us not forget that the struggle of 1776 would have ended far differently had it not been for the earnest patriotism of the women and the great courage of the young men. CHAPTER IX. THE ATTACK ON THE FORT. The British outnumbered the patriots three to one. The advantage of heavy guns was with the Caro linians, for they had twelve which carried forty-two pound shots. There was another difference. The British were fighting for a king they despised. They were mercenaries, and many of them had been impressed. The Carolinians were fighting for their country and liberty. One of the seamen who was captured from the Brit ish man-of war told how he had been impressed. "I was walking along Ratcliffe Highway, in Lon don's own town," he said, "when a squat-looking fel low, with a sword by his side, came up to mt ':lo<' yelled, 'Yo, ho, my hearty you must come along with ne.' I did not like his appearance, and so I burned along, hoping to reach my home, where I had a wife and two


60 The Attack on the Fort. childer, God help 'em! The man whistled, and another seaman came up and seized me by the collar. Your honors, that was not to my liking, so I ups with my dukes and laid him flat on the road. But the first fel low whistled again, and ten more blackguards, excuse the word, your honors, came up and drew their cut lasses. I fought as well as I could, but what was one against a dozen? I got knocked down, received a nasty cut on my head and another on my face-you can see tht zash, your honors-and I had to give ~n. "I was a ken on board a passing tender, where I was handcuffed like a murderer and thrust into the hold. "A score of wretches were there before me, and I hated their company. "The officer would not have my wounds attended to, and as I was in irons I could not do it, so one of my fellow prisoners, who was hand free, took my handker chief and tied up my head, but he did more, for he took my money-it was seven shillings and fourpence half penny, which I was taking home to the old woman, your honors-well, he took that and I've never clapped eyes on it since. "The tender put off and we were soon alongside of the Bristol, and we were all hurried on board. "We did not know where we were going, nor what we were to do. But we were half starved and badly treated. "Anrl ~ your honors, that's how I got on board the Bristo. c1.nd if I could get the old woman and the young 'uns out here, I'm blowed if I'd ever go back to old England."


The Attack on the Fort. 61 And his story was only one out of many equally hard. But when it came to fighting .it was kill or be killed, and even the "pressed men fought like hero e s. It was the twenty eighth of June when the British fleet opened fire on Fort Moultrie. It was like a burst of thunder and flame, and the patriots, many of whom had never seen a battle, natu rally felt a trifle nervous. The British had trained their guns so that all their broadsides struck the fort at once, and made the palmettoes creak and crack and groan. Maj. Marion was standing by the side of a forty two pounder, whose last shot had been wasted. He ordered it loaded with chained shot, and trained the gun himself. He applied the match. Crash went the shot right into the cabin porthole of the Cherokee. The first officer and Capt. Anthony of the marines were both killed, and a big hole made in one of the "wooden walls of old England." Gen. Moultrie complimented Marion, and exclaimed : "Had we only powder we would sink the whole fleet." "Powder powder I" was the cry everywhere, and it was a lamentable one. Three dozen guns and not enough powder for two more charges, and the fight had only lasted an hour. The firing had to be slow, so that no ammunition was wasted. The battle was at its height when a cannon ball carried aw::i.y the patriot's flagstaff.


The Attack on the Fort. Scarcely had the sacred emblem touched the sand before Sergt. Jasper leaped over the parapet and snatched up the flag. He kissed the flag many times with great enthusi ~ asm, and fixing it on the point of his spontoon, he leaped on the breastwork amidst the storm and fury of the battle, and restored the colors to their place on a new mast. As he did so he waved his hat, and shouted: "God save liberty and my country forever!" His action roused the enthusiasm of the patriots, and they cheered lustily. "Another volley," ordered Marion, and the burst of flame was most dazzling, while the thunder from the iron-throated guns awoke the echoes. Sergt. McDonald distinguished himself all through the fight, causing Marion to remark : "If we had a thousand like him the day would be ours." But while his officer was lauding his bravery a can non ball came in at the porthole and mangled the brave man most fearfully. As he was being borne off he lifted his dying eyes, and said to his comrades : "Huzza my brave fellows I die, but don't let the cause of liberty die with me." The defense of the fort was glorious. The men were, everyone of them heroes. The commodore's ship, the Bristol had fifty killed and three times that number disabl e d. Already the British were preparing to retreat, when Marion went up to Gen. Moultrie.


The Attack on the Fort. "May I give them a parting kick?" he asked. Ammunition was so scarce that they could not afford to waste a single charge, but Moultrie could not refuse his brave comrade. "If you can make it tell," was the reply. It was just after sunset, and the enemy's ships had ceased firing, and all was as peaceful as if no battle had been fought. An officer on the quarter-deck ot the Bristol called out cheerily to his comrade: "Come, Frank, the play is over; let us hobnob over a glass of wine, for I'm devilish dry.',. He shouted so loud that his words were almost heard at the fort. His gestures of defiance were plainly seen, and Marion felt mad. Marion took his place by the side of one of the forty two-pounders, and carefully training the gun, applied the match. Away in thunder and lightning went the ball, and, entering the cabin windows, shattered the two officers, thence forcing its way through the bulkhead and steer age, it shivered three sailors on the main deck, and then burst through the forecastle and sunk in the sea, well pleased with its career. Some seamen who deserted from the Bristol told the story, and Marion was highly complimented on his splendid "last kick.'' Early next morning William Logan, a farmer, sent over to the fort two fat bullocks and a hogshead of prime rum, all of which were very welcome to the hard fighters of the day before.


64 The Attack on the Fort. Gov. Rutledge called Sergt. Jasper from the ranks, and unfastening his own sword, handed it to the brave hero amid the cheers of the soldiers. "Hereafter you are Capt. Jasper ; your commission shall be made out at once," the governor added. "Never did man better deserve promotion," said Gen. Moultrie. "He is one of the truest men we have in the regiment, which is high praise where all are heroes," added Maj. Marion. To the surprise of all, Jasper refused the promotion and honor. "I am greatly obliged to you, governor," he said, "but I had rather not have a commission. As I am, I pass very well with such company as a poor sergeant has any right to keep. If I were to get a commission I should be forced to keep higher company, and then, as I don't know how to read, I should be only throwing myself in a way to be laughed at." "If you do not know how to read you know how to be a true hero," exclaimed the governor, and the sol diers cheered, for the compliment to Jasper they felt was one to them likewise. "If he will not accept a captaincy," said the lovely wife of Col. Elliot of the artillery, "he will not refuse to receive, for his regiment, a set of colors." A most superb set of colors, embroidered with gold and silver by her own dainty hands, were handed to the brave fellow. "I will guard them with my life," he said, as he took them from the lady.


CHAPTER X. THE OATH OF ALLEGIANCE. On the twentieth of September, 1776, the governor ordered all the troops to assemble outside the city of Charleston to hear some great news. When all had gathered, save such as were necessary for sentry duty at the forts, Gov. Rutledge commenced to harangue the troops. "You will be doubtless surprised to hear that Con gress has dissolved all relation with England by an open Declaration of Independence, and I am sure, gen tlemen, you will not only be surprised but greatly shocked." "Divil a bit!" The exclamation was from the lips of Sergt. Fogarty, and was intended only for his own ears, but his thought was loudly expressed, and the governor looked as black as thunder. "Who dared to interrupt?" he asked. "Stand for ward, sergeant, for I see by your face that you are the guilty one Fogarty obeyed the order, and saluting the governor made his apologies. "Sure, your excellency, an' it's meself that was only thinkin'; but sure the thought slipped out atween me teeth, an', be jabers, I couldn't call it back. Think o' that now." "You had no business to think, sir."


66 The Oath of Allegiance. "Arrah, now, your excellency, it was your own fault "My fault?" "Yes; didn't ye address the bhoys an' say: 'Now, ye are all thinkin' machines. Jist think afore ye fire, an' ye'll aim straight?' Gov. Rutledge liked to have the last word, and no matter when or where he was conversing he always forgot his dignity, if anyone answered him back. "But, Fogarty, you said just now you were not sorry Congress has voted the Independence." "Sure, an' I'm not, your excellency, but rale glad. D'ye moind, whin I was foiring at the English, bad cess to 'em! I could not help sayin' to meself, says I, sure, an' ye're all wan nation an' King George is your king as well as there'n, an' sometoimes it wint ag'in the grain to foire; but now Congress says they're inimies, an' devils all, sure, I'll kill 'em as I would a lot o' rattlers, an' niver do a bit of penance for it, aither." "Go back to the ranks, sir." "Sure, an' I'll do that same, sor." The governor then proceeded with his harangue, which was at first almost an apology for the action of Congress. Warming up with his subject, he forgot his apolo getic mood, and asked, with the eloquence of Demos thenes: "Will you allow your goodly inheritance to be wrested from you? Will you tamely suffer to be frus trated all the glorious designs of God toward you and your children? "Look but around on this great land which He has


The Oath of Allegiance. given you, and yon bright heavens which He has spread over your favored heads, and say whether He ever in tended those mighty scenes to be the prison house of slaves, the trembling slaves of a small island beyond the sea? Hewers of wood and drawers of water, planters of rice and pickers of cotton, for a foreign tyrant and his minions ?" "That's the talk; keep it up, your excellency!" exclaimed Capt. Horry, unable to restrain his thoughts. The governor professed not to hear him, and con. tinued: "No, my friends, God never intended you for such dishonor; and can you be so wicked as to bring it on yourselves ?" "I trust you will not. Nay, the voices of your brave countrymen in Congress have said you will not, and anticipating your heroic sentiments, have already de clared you a. 'free and independent people.' An outburst of cheering told the governor plainly that the soldiers of the State were in accord with the act of Congress. When the applause and almost frantic huzzaing had subsided, the chief executive continued: "Now, my gallant friends, are you willing this day, in the sight of Heaven, to swear allegiance to the sov ereignty of your country, and to place her in the highest rank of nations by proclaiming her independent?" "Yes yes !" "Independence forever !" Francis Marion raised his hat, and, bare-headed, faced the soldiers.


68 The Oath of Allegiance. In a most impressive voice he exclaimed : "God save the independent States of America !" Gen. Moultrie approached the governor bareheaded : "Administer the new oath to me, governor." When the general had sworn allegiance to the new republic, a glad smile passed over his face. "Yesterday I was a rebel, for I was fighting against the king-to-day I am a free man, fighting against a tyrant, and in defense of my own nation." Turning to his men he saluted, and said : "Men of the Second Regiment, are you ready, with me, to offer your bodies, your lives, to the republic?" "We are." "To give the strength of your manhood, the vigor of your youth, the genius of your brains, your life itself, to protect this nation of ours from the assaults of the King of England and his minions ?" "We are!" "Then, governor, in the name of the Second Regi ment of the State of Carolina, I tender to you a body of men as brave as any that ever shouldered a musket or drew a sword. The republic shall be our first love, shall be our last love, and only death shall prevent our active work for the republican States of free America." The soldiers took the oath of allegiance, and, amid the greatest enthusiasm, a f eu de joie was fired. The deep-throated cannon thundered out the people's resolve, and Carolina declared itself free and inde pendent. There was hot work before the new State, and none knew it better than Col. Francis Marion; our hero had been again promoted, and the majority given to Horry,


Tory Vengeance. his fast friend. It was resolved that all the men be asked to enli s t for the war, and to then go into quarters for drill and exe rcis e It was no lon ger pla y ing at war. The people knew it was to be nation against nation-a poor republic against a wealthy monarchy-but they had faith, and with that faith they meant to win. CHAPTER XI. TORY VENGEANCE. The Tories, or Americans who had no sympathy with the cause of independence, made use of every means, both fair and foul, to injure the patriots. They were not satisfied with proclaiming their al legiance to England and aiding the English in every way, but they attacked private character and ruined reputations. More especially was their venom shown against native-born Englishmen who had espoused the Ameri can cause. Many times J oho Olcott had found his horses hamstrung, or his sheep killed, his crops de stroyed, and once his barn was burned to the ground just as he had filled it with choice hay. But he never swerv e d. His principles were well grounded, and he had be come a most ardent republican. No one was more rejoiced than he at the declaration of independence.


Tory Vengeance. He was one of the first to take the oath of alle g iance, and he subscribed his name in bold characters, showing no sign of nervousness His charming wife was elated, for her heart beat with patriotic warmth. She taught her children to be patriots, and in the parlor she had a motto on the wall, worked in wool with her own hands, which read: "To oppose tyrants is a duty we owe to God." Marion and Francis vied with each other in their love of liberty, and the younger, Marion, always took the lead, for he was a sturdier boy than Francis. A week after Olcott had taken the oath of allegiance, he was sent with his company to clear the county of tramps and vagrants. A law had been passed making all loiterers, vagrants and tramps liable to military service as a punishment for their idleness. While Olcott was away from home a party of Tories determined to make him suffer for his loyalty to the republic They discussed various schemes before they resolved on one which they thought would cause him the most suffering. It was close upon midnight, and the sky was clouded over. Not a star shone in the firmament, not a glim mer pierced t~e inky blackness of the night. Madam Olcott and her three children had long since retired to rest. The door was heavily barred, the windows all se curely fastened, for no man was in the house, and the


Tory Vengeance. 71 only other occupant was an aged Irishwoman who did the roughest of the work. Trim, pretty and roguish-eyed Matilda Gens, the serving-maid had r e ceived permission to visit her parents that night, to return the next morning. Perhaps the greatest attraction was the advent in the city of 'Tilda s young man Be that as it may, Matilda was away, and the Olcott homestead was in darkness. Madam Olcott had been asleep for some time when she was aroused by hearing a strange noise at her window. She was a brave woman, but naturally felt slightly nervous at such a manifestation. Slipping quietly out of bed, she walked on tiptoe to the window and listened. Some gravel was thrown at the window. Her first impulse was to go back to bed and take no notice, but her second was to open the window and call out : "Who is there?" A voice answered, in a whisper : 'Tilda, oh! ma'am come down quickly." She knew the voice and walked boldly downstairs to the door, habited only in her nightrobe. She opened the door and 'Tilda almost fell in, so im patient was she to enter the house. "Ma'am, I am just in time. Get dressed, and I'll tell you all about it." "What brings you here, Matilda, in the middle of the night? Get to bed with you, and explain in the morning." "Ma'am, ma'am, I've left a warm bed to hurry here


7'1 Tory Vengeance. to tell you. The Tories are coming, and they will carry you away a prisoner." Matilda told her story hurriedly. She had left her young man and gone to bed, when the sound of voices attracted her attention. In the yard at the back of her father's house a dozen men were talking. She heard enough to know that they were planning the capture of Madam Olcott, and perhaps her children. Matilda heard them arrange to meet at one o clock, and proceed to Olcott's house. She had dressed quietly, and slipped from the house, for she feared her father was one of the Tories. While she told her story her mistress was dressing. Francis and Marion were roused, and told all, for they were manly boys, both of them, and could hit the bull's-eye at a hundred yards with their rifles as well as th e ir father. They had only just time to slip on their trousers, and load th eir rifles, before a loud knock was heard at the door. Marion was at the front bedroom window, and in as deep a voice as possible demanded : "What do you want?" The Tories, knowing that only a couple of boys, and a couple of women were in the house, were very bold. "In the king's name, open the door!" they an swered. "We know no king in Carolina," answered Marion Olcott. "No king has any authority here. ~ "Open, or we shall burst in the door."


A Gallant Defense. 73 "Better do so, then," answered the brave boy; "but if you do you will die." A big stone was thrown at the window where the boy was standing, and barely missed Marion. "Tit for tat !" shouted the boy, as he hurled the stone back again, and had the pleasure of hearing a shriek of pain, which clearly proved that his mark had been hit. A pistol shot crashed through the glass above the boy's head. "Tit for tat," he cried again, as he leaned out of the window and fired his rifle. It was too dark for him to distinguish anyone, but again his aim was g-0od, for he heard a cry of anguish, and the words : "My God, I am shot I" CHAPTER XII. A GALLANT DEFENSE. There was a whispered colloquy among the Tories when the rifle shot laid one of their number helpless on the ground. It seemed we11-nigh impossible that a boy could have been so good a marksman. "What sha11 we do?" asked one of the Tories. "Burst in the door and capture the lot." "But some of us will be killed."


74 A Gallant Defense. The speaker was a cautious man, who wondered whether the "game was worth the candle." "If you are afraid, Jackson, you had better go home; but if any of my men are killed I'll have a vengeance on the whole brood of rebels which shall live in his tory." "Ha ha ha The cap'n'll make a name for himself even yet." "Don't you talk, Smith. No one will ever know that you lived," "Wnat are we to do?" asked another. ''I'll try a little gentle persuasion again," answered the captain. Raising his voice, he demanded admission in the name of the king. Young Olcott was ready with his answer. "In the name of the United States we refuse admission." "We shall burst open the door." "And what then, you midnight marauders?" "We shall hang everyone we capture by the neck--" "In the name of the king?" asked Olcott, sarcastically. "Yes. King George must be obeyed.'' "Fetch him along, and mayhap we will obey him," shouted Francis Olcott. While the colloquy was taking place Marion and Francis Olcott had remained at the window, but in quiet tones directed the others what to do. The three rifles-all the house possessed-were loaded, two pistols fully charged, and an old sword, of


A Gallant Defense. very little practical use, had been drawn from the sheath in which it had become rusty. Madam Olcott had found a sharp carving knife, Ma tilda Gens secured a heavy kitchen poker, while Biddy, with all the ferocity of her nature, gloated over a hatchet which she had secured from the cellar. Little Marie Olcott was not to be outdone, and she was ready to defend herself with an old toasting fork, and a formidable weapon it was. Not a modern twelve inch wire-pronged fork, but one on which a good steak could be broiled if necessary, and whose prongs were of the best of steel. The Tories showed but poor generalship, for had they not wasted time in dispute they would have had an easy victory. Marion Olcott took the lead in the defense of the home. "We must get close to the door, and fire at the first one with our rifles, then use our pistols Don t be afraid of hurting them. Stick them, hit them hurt them all you can," he said to his little force of de fenders. "Will you open the door? shouted the Tory. "No," answered Marion, very decisively. There was a thundering kick on the door which would have sma s h e d a modern pan e led one into splin ters, but John Olc ott' s door was solid oak, two inches thick, and the hinges of heav y wrought iron. Another assault was mad e but the hinges only creak e d a littl e Marion whispered to Francis:


A Gallant Defens~. ''Stay here and take no notice of what I do, but fight as I directed." Young Marion crept quietly upstairs, and as the window was still open, made no noise there. He leaned out as far as he could, and fired off his rifle. There was a howl from the Tories, but no cry of pain. He had killed one of them. Before they had an opportunity to retaliate he fired again, and rushed downstairs to take his place at the head of the defenders. The captain had got a large piece of timber from the wood, and a dozen men, using it as a ram, made the door shake and creak with awful groaning and creaking. "Why not fire again?" asked Francis. "I can man age here." The suggestion was a good one, and Marion again ascended the stairs, carrying all the loaded weapons with him. As fast as he could fire them he discharged the three guns and two pistols. The battering at the door ceased, and all was quiet outside. Could it be possible they had driven the Tories away? Madam Olcott thought so, but Marion was sus picious. "I would not trust one of them," he said. "Mark me, they will be back with more men--" "They couldn't get any more."


A Gallant Defense. 77 "Then they will try a new plan. Marion was right; the Tories had not given up the siege They only wanted a better chance of success. The boy opened the door, risking the chance of the men beingstill there, and saw that there were two dead bodies and two wounded men outside, left behind by their comrades. It was not safe to remove them inside, so, much as it was opposed to his love of humanity, he had to leave them where they had fallen and barricade the door. He had not much time to s pare, for the tread of many footsteps told his quick ear that the enemy was returning. The time had passed so rapidly that there was a faint glimmer of dawn coming up from the horizon. It was yery faint, but sufficient for Marion, whose senses were particularly acute to distinguish over a dozen men, and to see that they were carrying a long ladder. "They mean to try the window," he said; "and that is better." "How can it be? asked Francis. "Because I can shoot them one at a time as they climb," answered the young warrior, nothing abashed at the cold-blooded declaration. The men drew near the house stealthily, and reared the ladder against the window Had they confined themselves to that there was a chanc e of Marion's successful defense, but the Tories divided themselves into two parties, one taking the front of the house, the other the rear.


A Gallant Defense. Unfortunately, Marion did not know this, and he concentrated all his efforts on the front. The first man to ascend the ladder was cute and cun ning. He swayed from side to side and dodged his head up and down all the time. His ruse was successful, for Marion's shot went wide of the mark. He fired a second time, but the man had reached the window, and with an oath sprang in and landed a blow between the boy's eyes which, while it did not stun him, made him see considerably more stars than were set in the firmament of heaven. Marie saw the blow, and without counting the cost made a lunge forward with her toasting fork. Her strength was not enough to fatally injure the in truder, but the prongs of the fork went through his clothes and entered his flesh farther than was enjoy able. Marion had recovered his equilibrium and fired his pistol at the man, who fell over, wounded so badly that he was no longer to be counted among the combatants. While this scrimmage had been going on in the front of the house, and it only lasted three or four minutes, the battering ram had been used to such good effect in the rear that the door fell, and in rushed the now fran tic and bloodthirsty Tories. The fight was a furious one, but the men had the ad vantage, and after a desperate encounter all were taken prisoners, except the old Irish domestic, who, in try ing to wrest a gun from the hands of one of the Tories, was shot dead. Madam Olcott, after being bound securely; was


A Gallant Defense. 79 asked where all the ammunition was stored, for it was generally believed that Olcott had over a ton of powder on his estate belonging to the people. "You do not think I would tell you, even if I knew,'' said Madam Olcott, bravely. "Are you not ashamed of yourselves? What would you say if John Olcott and Francis Marion invaded your homes and ill-treated your women and children? Shame on you I This is not war Our houses ought to be sacred. If you are men and want the cause of King George to triumph, go meet the patriots on the battlefield and dispute it there with them." "Peace woman! We shall strike where it will be effective. Thy husband is a traitor--" "He is a patriot." "A traitor, I say; and we shall hold you and yom brats as hostages until John Olcott gives himself up to be hanged." "You have a big contract on hand, Sir Tory," an swered the brave woman; "for John Olcott shall never, with my consent, give his life for ours." "You will be starved." "Praise the Lord, we can endure that for the sake of our country." "Every day you will be beaten with sticks." "The Lord s will be done. We can suffer and we can die for our country's sake." The Tories were in a dilemma. They had already gone much farther than they intended. They thought to find the powder, and they felt it would be good strategy to capture Madam Olcott and hold her as a hostage, not, as they said, until her bus-


80 Brutal Revenge. band should surre nder and be hanged, but until he should pledge himself not to fight against the king. But several d e aths had been the result, and it was nece s sary to jus tif y them. If th e y could but find a good excuse, they would, even then, let their prisoners free, but that they could not, and th e y dare not liberate them. If they could kill them all it would save trouble, but that would arouse the en~ire population, and a reac tion would sweep every Tory from the district. The boys had remained silent and sullen; not a word had they spoken since they had been taken prisoners. Marion's active mind was planning an escape, though he saw how next to impossible it was. Still het~ould not relinquish hope CHAPTER XIII. BRUTAL REVENGE. The successful Torie s blindfold e d their prisoners and tied their hands securely behind their backs. Then they hustled them from the house and lifted them into a wagon they had in readiness. It was getting so near daylight that Marion made sure a number of people would be about, and that he could attract their attention by shouting. It almost se e med that the Tori e s could read his thoughts, for one of th e m o c cup y in g th e front seat turned around and h e ld a pistol threateningly in his hand.


Brutal Revenge. h "If any of you critters call out I'll shoot," he said. Marion was impulsive and allowed his thoughts .to become audible. "I'll shout if I see an opportunity," he said. "And if you kill me the others will be saved." It was unfortunate that he should have so spokeu, for his abductors resolved on harsh measures at once, and gagged each of their prisoners. The wagon was a farmer's covered one, and no one could tell but that the driver, Sandy Jackson, who was a farmer, was taking some produce to the city. If they had not been blindfolded the prisoners would have known that they had turned out of the main road and d iverged into one leading into a terrible, and almost impenetrable marsh. It was only a few of the initiated who could find their way to a clump of trees about five acres in extent which occupied the center Poisonous snakes were to be found in the wood in great numbers, and rumor said that a wild man lived there, who never allowed a white man to leave alive. After proceeding about a mile in the wagon, Jack son ordered his passengers to get out. It was easier said than done, for without the use of their hands or their eyesight, it was no trivial matter to get out of a covered wagon. But the order had to be obeyed and the prisoners fell rather than stepped, out of the wagon. The road was narrow, there being only room for three to walk abreast. Madam Olcott and Marie were led by Jackson, fol lowed by Matilda Gens and Marion, with another


Brutal Revenge. Tory, and Francis behind with still another of their abductors. In their blindfolded condition the distance they traversed seemed to be several miles, for they were weary and exhausted. The longest journey comes to an end, and the laughter and boisterous mirth of the Tories told, as elo quently as words, that a place had been reached where they felt perfectly safe. A new surprise awaited the prisoners, for when a halt was called the bandages ~ere taken from their eyes. They saw now that they were in the dreaded wood in the center of the marsh, and they shuddered with fear. Their captors were all disguised, and now wore black masks. One of them, a most notorious villain, but unrecog nizable in his disguise, ordered the gags to be re moved. "Four respectable subjects of his majesty, the king, have been murdered," he commenced. "They were midnight marauders and burglars," in terjected Marion. "They were loyal subjects, bound by oath to serve the king and to root out traitors. Some one gave you warning, and a dire punishment awaits the one who acted treacherously." His eye suddenly rested on Matilda, and he recog nized her. He remembered that the whole plan had been con


Brutal Revenge. 83 cocted at the rear of her house, and that she had been home in the early evening. His cunning mind saw at once that she might been the one to give information. "It was you," he shouted; "and you shall know that it is not safe to give rebels information." He ordered Matilda to be seized. She was powerless to act, and the order seemed superfluous. Marion had remained silent, for he was w~>ndering how to escape. He turned on the speaker. "Are you a coward?" he asked. "No." "You act like one." "What do you mean, rebel?" "I am no rebel; I am loyal to my country. True, I am only a boy, and you call yourself a man-" "I am a man." "Act like one, then." "What do you mean, boy?" "Leave that woman alone, and attend to me. Untie my hands, take the m a sk from your face, and meet me hand-to-hand in fair fig ht." "Ha ha! ha A boy to challenge a--" "Cowardly brute," Francis quickly interjected. "You, too!" "Ay, bully and coward! Let my hands but be free, and boy as I am, I will show you how a patriot can fig ht." "Ha! ha! ha! Tie the girl to the tree Bill." Matilda screamed, but her cries were unavailing.


Brutal Revenge. Her clothes were stripped from her shoulders, and the brutes, with green switches cut from the trees, beat her over the bare shoulders until the blood streamed down her back. Marion was indignant, but powerless. He, however, did succeed in getting close to the leader, and waiting his opportunity, raised his foot and gave the fellow such a vigorous kick that he fell for ward on his face. The boy had to suffer for it, however. When the discomfited leader rose to his feet he glared viciously at Marion and ordered him to be served as Matilda had been. The boy kicked and struggled, but he was helpless in the hands of so many. Madam Olcott pleaded for mercy to be shown to her son. "Do with me as you will, but spare him!" she cried. "Your turn will come, never fear." "Do not abase yourself before him, my mother. He and his friends are brutes." "Are we? Well, then, you shall have an extra dose for the compliment." Poor Marion's back was scarred with the lashes he received, but he never uttered a cry. He pressed his teeth firmly together and braced up his nerves. His body quivered with the pain, but his face beto kened no suffering. The punishment of Marion seemed to satiate the Tories for the time, for when he was liberated from the


Brutal Revenge. tree the persecutors left their victims exposed and help less among the trees. An Engli s h historian glosses over the outr,ilge in this one sentence : "Some overzealous loyalists committed a series of outrages on the family of a renegade Englishman named Olcott." "My poor boy I" exclaimed the mother. "Never mind me, mother dear; every blow I received helped to make a man of me. I swear before Heaven that for every blow I received I will pay back ten." "And I will, too, Marion spoke up young Francis. "Mother, dear, we must try and get away from here." "But which way can we go?" "We had better get these bonds loose first." "How can we? "Let me try my teeth on yours, mother, then you can liberate the others." While Marion was biting at the cord which so tightly bound his mother s ar. ms, Francis was doing the same for Matilda, who still groaned and sobbed with the pain, which was greatly aggravated by the bites of the mosquitoes that infested the wood. For over an hour they worked, but scarcely achieved an y result, the knots were so well made. Patience ever meets its reward, they say, and just when Marion was beginning to despair the cord loos en e d and the rest was easy Poor lady! Her wrists were cruelly cut by the cord ; great, wide red marks showed how much she must have suffered.


86 In the Swamp. The tension on her nerves had been so great that she fainted when she knew she was free--fainted, and her own children were powerless to aid her. But her strength of mind helped her to overcome her nervousness, and she quickly rallied, and rejoiced to see that the hands of the rest of the party were free. CHAPTER XIV. IN THE SWAMP, "Do you know where we are?" asked Madam Olcott. "Yes, we are in Wild Man s Wood," answered Francis. The reply brought forth a succession of screams from Matilda and a loud cry from little Marie. "He will kill us!" shrieked Matilda. "We shall all be murdered !" added Madam Olcott. "We must get away from here." "Yes, but which way can we go?" "Any way." "But which way did we come?" "That has nothing to do with it. We dare not go back home yet. We must get somewhere whence we can communicate with father." Marion was practical far beyond his years, and his mother looked up to him as one worthy of having authority. "We will do whatever you suggest," said Madam Olcott.


In the Swamp. "Come, then, follow me." "Do you know your way?" asked Matilda. "No." 17 "We can trust Marion, 'Tilda; he will lead us right." "But the wild man?" "No one ever saw him. They all say they have only heard of him," answered Marion, assuringly. He stepped forward, the others following. The trees ere closer together, the undergrowth more dense. Snakes hissed, and the deadly rattler could be heard giving warning. Strange birds flitted from tree to tree, and a noisome miasmatic steam rose from the ground. It was a most uncomfortable walk, but though Madam Olcott and Marie shuddered, and Matilda almost screamed aloud with fear, they followed the brave young Marion without any question. Once even the leader stood still. A noise scarcely human, and stranger than anything they had ever heard riveted their attention. "What is it?" asked Madam Olcott, in a frightened whisper. The others were too alarmed to speak. Again the noise startled them. Matilda fell down, and as she did so scared a snake which had not yet settled itself for its long winter sleep. That increased her fright, and Marion wished he had not started through the wood. But he urged them to press on.


88 In the Swamp. His feet began sinking into the soft, springy marsh land, and soon he was up to his knees. "Back we must go back!" he cried. That was self-evident. No one could make way through such a bog. But that little band would almost have preferred facing death to returning through that awful wood. There was nothing else to be done. Back they started. They felt it would be impossible to miss their way, but though they walked for half an hour they could not find the place whence they started. "It is a queer go," said Francis, slangily. "We are lost Oh, what shall we do?" sobbed Matilda. "Will you all stay here while I go forward and re-connoiter ?" asked Marion. "No." "Yes "No; please don't leave us." "But it would be better." "Of course it would." "Then I will start--" "No, don't go." "I will not be long." "Please, Marion, don't leave us," sobbed Marie. But after a while they all began to think that the boy's idea was best, and after exacting a promise that he would not be long, they allowed him to d e part. He had not been away more than a few minutes when the little party was alarmed by the sound of a harsh and discordant laugh.


In the Swamp. "Yah Yah White folks ain't 'feared of wild man?" asked a strange-looking creature who suddenly stood before them. He was humpback, his face almost covered with hair, his fingers long, with nails like great claws. A more repulsive-looking creature it would be im possible to imagine. His skin was dark from exposure ; so dark that he could easily have been taken for a negro had it not been for the straightness of his hair and beard, and the thin ness of his lips. "We are lost," said Madam Olcott, who felt that it was necessary she should be brave and maintain her presence of mind. "Bad man bring 'um here?" "Yes. Did you see?" "Yah, yah Saw um beat pretty girl an' the boy; brave boy, great chief." "My boy has gone to find a way out of the swamp." "Y ah, yah but he will not. Many ways lead to death, only one way out." "Will you lead us out or show us the way?" The strange creature laughed. He rolled on the ground, cutting the strangest an tics, meaningless and absurd they seemed. He saw a snake. Rolling over until he was close to it he picked it up, and after swinging it several times above his head, he flung it across the open space and shouted with glee as he saw that it struck against a tree. "Yah, yah poor white wild man, good some times."


In the Swamp. He appeared to be willing to assist them, and Madam Olcott offered him some money, which he refused. Suddenly a frightened expression passed over h i s face. He placed his ear against a tree ; then, not satisfied with that, threw himself on the ground with his ear close to the sods. "Man coming, many men coming," he said. "Wild man go away; him no want to see many men." "Do not leave us, please do not." Re only laughed. But when they turned to look for him he was gone. They had just begun to feel that he was a friend, when he disappeared. "He says he heard many men, the old humbug!" exclaimed Francis. "I do not hear anybody, but I wish Marion would COIIle." "Yes mamma, he is a long time gone." "What if he never comes back-if he gets lost?" asked Francis. "God will bring him back." "Let us pray that He may." And the boy, who was giddy and thoughtless at times, was the one who suggested prayer as a means of deliverance.


CHAPTER XV. COL. MARION SURPRISED. "I tell thee, Horry, that these very swamps will be a Godsend to us before the war is over." "You think, colonel, we shall be driven into them?" "No, Horry, but we will drive the British into them, and, plague take them, they can never get out." "But you know your way about?" "Every inch of these marshes have I explored." "And you could find your way anywhere?" "I can take you cross-cuts in any direction. The sod is so soft that no noise is made by our feet, and we could surprise the enemy in a score of places from this very marsh." The speaker, Col. Francis Marion, had, with his friend, Maj. Horry, and a company of twenty men, entered the very marsh in which Madam Olcott and her family were wandering. The colonel had intended making a short cut to the city of Charleston, where he wished to report to Gen. Moultrie. When he suggested crossing the marsh it was met with almost abject cowardice on the part of his men. Horry, even, was doubtful. "But it will save us five miles' march," said the colonel. "But if we die on the way?" "Why should you?"


Col. Marion Surprised. "Is it safe?" "Just as safe as the road." And so, without another word, the two officers led the way, and the men, l i ke obedient soldiers, followed. "Is there not some legend about a wild man occupying a house on one of the marshes ?" "This is the swamp." "But the wild man ?"' "There is one. The legend is too well authenticated. Whether he is as wild as they say I don't know, but I wouldn't want to meet him unless I was well armed.'' "So Col. Marion knows what fear is?" "Everyone does.'' "YOU think so?" "Of course. There are moments in every man's life when he has to admit some fear.'' "Hush!" "What do you hear?" "Human voices." "Nonsense, Horry. There is no one in the swamp but ourselves, unless it be the wild man." "But I tell you I heard a woman's voice." "You are getting nervous." "Not much. Listen!" All stood still, scarcely breathing, so anxious were they to catch any sound which might be wafted on the clear air. "You are right, Horry. There is a woman in the wood." "In the wood. Why that is half a mile away." "Quite. More than that, but the air is so rarefied on


Col. Marion Surprised. 93 these marshes that you can sometimes hear a voice a mile distant." Col. Marion looked round him for a minute making observations. "This way," he said suddenly, and started off across the springy turf at a good pace. He had not proceeded far before a sharp, shrill whistle made him jump. "I ought to know that whistle," he said. "Know a whistle? Is not that absurd?" "No, Horry, it is a peculiar on e I taught Olcott just after the Cherokee war." "Are you sure?" "Yes. But Olcott is many miles away. Wait and I will an swe r it." A shrill and peculiar whistle cut its way through the still air, and had scarcely died away before a return whistle was heard. "It is Olcott, that I'll swear." He whistled again, and was answered. A few minutes' sharp walk, and he met Marion Olcott "What in the name of the republic brings you here, boy?" "Uncle, I am lost." "Lost! Well, I should say so, but how came you here?" Young Olcott told his story in a few words and Marion's blood boiled at the recital. "Come, Horry, we must rescue Madam Olcott and settle with these Tories afterward."


94 Mysteriously Saved. As he spoke a bullet grazed his cheek, and caused him to look round sharply. Another shot pierced his hat. "By the republic, that fellow knows how to shoot, but I don t see him," said Col. Marion, calmly. A perfect shower of bullets whistled round him, and he was more surprised than he had ever been before in his life, for he could not see any trace of his enemy. CHAPTER XVI. MYSTERIOUSLY SAVED. It would be difficult to imagine a more surprised 1t1an than Francis Marion as he heard and saw the whistling bullets, and yet could not find whence they came. "This beats everything I have ever known," he said, continuing to look all round him for a trace of his assailants. "The very old one must be at the bottom of it all,'' answered Horry. "Uncle, I think the Tories have come back," young Olcott quietly remarked. "Most likely, my boy, but where are they?" That was a question more easily asked than an swered. "It is no use shooting unless we see something to shoot at. By my soul that was a near touch!"


Mysteriously Saved. 95 It was a close call, for a bullet tore a hole in Marion's coat just over his heart. The cloth was literally cut out, and even his shirt was torn. "We must run for it," said Horry. "Sensible, though I do not like turning my oack on enemies." There was no other course at all feasible, and Marion led the way from the spot to a little clump of five trees which had a certain significance to him. He knew--as a boy he had learned it-that from the center tree an observation could be made for a goodly distance over the marsh, and what was still better, the five trees were the center of a series of roads diverging from there to several well-known points. But although Col. Marion was so well-posted on the topography of the marshes, he had yet something to learn. The bullets of his enemies followed him even to the clump of trees. "I will climb this tree and make observations," he said. "Let me go, uncle ; I am younger than you." "No, my boy, for when you got there you could not discern the road I wish to take." "My mother--" "Will be my first care. I think I can reach her in a very few minutes, but it is that I wish to be sure of, so here go es; I have not forgotten how to climb." "Don't go." "Who spoke?" "Did not you, Olcott?"


Mysteriously Saved. "No, sir." "I am sure I did not," added Horry. "I could not have imagined the voice, could I?" asked Marion. "I heard it," said Horry. "So did I." "It is funny, but climb the tree I will." "You will not. It would b(i madness. You would be killed before you reached the top." The voice was almost sepulchral, and a tremor of fear passed over the little party. Horry examined the flintlock of his pistol and looked carefully round. There was no one visible. He looked up in the trees and down along the ground, but no one was visible. "Who are you ?" asked Marion. "A friend." "Where are you?" "Close to you." "I don't see you. Perhaps you know who were shooting at us." "I do, and they are reloading." "Where are they ?" "In the trees." "The voice is no longer a mystery," thought Marion. He imagined that it proceeded from one of his enemies. His eyes were turned toward the trees, and for some time he was unable to see anyone. Then, as his eyes got accustomed to looking at the densely-locked branches, he saw that the Tories were


Mysteriously Saved. 97 lying full length along the big limbs of the trees a little distance away, and so were almost invisible. He walked a few paces forward in order that he might get a better view, when a puff of smoke from one of the trees told him of his danger. The bullet passed harmlessly by, but he was in great danger. He retired as calmly as though no enemies were near, and sought the shelter of the five trees. To his astonishment, Horry and Olcott were not there. He had asked them not to move away, but they had disobeyed him. Although shouting was dangerous, he risked it. The wood echoed with his calling, but there was no reply. Almost bewildered, he knew not which way to tum, when he suddenly found himself seized round the waist, and, taken unawares, was easily overpowered. Before he could recover from his great astonishment he was dragged along and found himself in what ap peared to be a small vault, but which was so dark that not one glimmer of light penetrated its cavernous depths. He was pulled forcibly down some steps, where the air was so close and suffocating that all power of speech was gone In a few minutes he began to breathe more freely, and the darkness seemed less intense. "Where am I ?" No answer was given, but his abductor, who seemed

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Mysteriously Saved. possessed of extraordinary strength, dragged him for ward a little quicker. In a few minutes Col. Marion found himself in a subterranean passage, lighte r and purer. He was releas e d from the firm grip and turned to see who had been so bold and daring. To his surprise he found that the strength which appeared almost more than mortal, was possessed by the dwarfish hunchback known as the wild man of the swamp. "You are safe now, Col. Marion. "You know me?" "Everyone knows so brave a man." "Was it your voice which warned me at the five trees?" "Yes "Where are my friends?" "I am here, uncle. Young Olcott had heard the colonel's voice and came running back. "I was saved lik e you, uncle, by this good man." "I nev e r turned m y back on foe before, said Marion, dejectedly. "They were ten to one against y ou," answered the wild man. B e sid e s it was your duty to save Madam Ocott and her famil y ." This reminder of his dut y did not offend Marion; he merely nodd e d his head and a s ked by what means and wa y h e could reach his friend's wif e "At the end of th e passag e not a hundred yards away, you will find them. As they walked along the wild man told Marion that

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The Cruelties of War. 99 one of the five trees was hollow, and he had managed to so cut the bark that he had made a door, unnoticeable even to the most careful observer, from the outside. Under the trunk of the tree was the entrance to the cave from which led the passage they had traversed. What joy there was when Col. Marion and Maj. Horry emerged from the passage with Marion Olcott. The party, after their mutual congratulations were over, started on their homeward journey, and reached the Olcott homestead without mishap. Marion went the next day to the city and laid before the governor a statement of the action of the Tories, and a proclamation was issued offering a reward for the apprehension of any who were known to have taken part in the outrage. So loyal to each other were the outlaws that no arrests were made but no further outrages were com mitted by them in that neighborhood. CHAPTER XVII. THE CRUELTIES OF WAR. The war dragged its weary way along and the country was suffering as it always does in war time. A great number of men were idle. What use was it to plow the ground or sow seed, when, perhaps be fore the harvest could be garnered, the troops of England would be marching over the ground and destroying the crops ?

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100 The Cruelties of War. The result was that those who were not in the army became idle, and many of them worthless. Col. Marion, who had command in the district, saw the great increase of vagabondage, and determined to stop it. Horry, at the head of a small company, was sent out to scour the country, and wherever he found the idle and dissolute, he had power to arrest them and compel them to do military service. Maj. Horry, with Lieut. Jossilin, Sergt. Green, Corp. Timpson and a dozen privates, started off on their ex pedition. They had not to go far before they fell in with a band of idle, drunken fellows, who were playing cards by the roadside. "Grab those fellows I" shouted Horry. The vagabonds looked horrified and frightened. "We be honest men," said one. "Good, then the justice will certify to your char acter," answered J ossilin. The four men were handcuffed, and the journey con tinued. Seven more were captured before night to keep them company. By noon of the next day the little party had as many vagabonds as they could manage. It was necessary to take them before a justice and get him to commit them for a certain number of days ) during which time they would do military duty. It so happened that the first justice they reached was an English sympathizer, and after hearing what

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The Cruelties or War. IOI Horry had to say he coolly dismissed all the idle fel lows, and censured the officer for excess of zeal. Horry was hot-headed. He took up a book which was near his hand. Rais ing it, he threw it with considerable force at the win dow, smashing the glass in every direction. This caused a diversion, and in the midst of it Horry called J ossilin and ordered him to leave the courtroom with his prisoners. The men claimed that they had been liberated, but J ossilin pointed to the handcuffs, and said that it did not look that way. After several days' hunt fifty of these fellows were sent to Charleston, and duly instructed in military duty. But they were not good soldiers. Obedience was irksome. They sought every means of escape, and failing, tried to get the army to mutiny. One night a dozen of them entered the sleeping chamber of Maj. Horry. They hoped to find the gallant soldier asleep. Had they succeeded, he would never have awakened, for it was their firm intention to murder him. But Horry slept with one eye open. He was always on the alert, and the slightest noise roused him. He heard his door open, and knowing that no one had any right of entry during the night, he reached out his hand to grasp his sword. The action was not noticed. He drew the sword under the bedclothes and watched and waited.

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102 The Cruelties of War. Softly the assassins drew near the bed. "He is asleep," whispered one. "Run your dagger into his heart," was the reply. The man was quite ready to commit murder. He raised a little shining blade to strike, when out flashed a sword from the bed, which not only knocked the dagger from his hand, but rendered him of but little use as a soldier or man. Horry leaped from the bed and laid about him with his sword so sturdily that three of the would-be assassins were fatally wounded. There was a great commotion in the fort the next morning, and the ringleaders were arrested and se verely punished. But for years afterward the people of Charleston told how Maj. Horry had defended him self against a dozen villains and come off victorious. The gallant major became a favorite in society, and at every house he was a most welcome guest. Col. Marion was ordered by Gen. Moultrie to pro ceed to Purysburg to reinforce Gen. Lincoln, who was waiting for Count d'Estaing, before attacking the British at Savannah. Families were often divided in the war of the revolution, for some members would take the part of the British, believing in the superstition that God or dained all government, even that of tyrants, while in the same family would be, perhaps, one or two whc held that only freedom and liberty could be in ac cordance with the will of Heaven. We have already referred to the brave Sergt. Jasper, whose modesty alone prevented him accepting an offi cer's commission.

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The Cruelties of War. 103 He was as loyal an American as any who ever drew sword under the banner of Washington, but his elder brother wore the regimentals of the English army. William asked permission to go and see his brother, who was stationed at a fort called Ebenezer. "But y ou will be hanged as a spy if captured," said Maj. Horry. No ; I will take my risk." "I would rather lose any other man in the regiment." "You w ill not lose me, major; I shall be safe, and will perhaps have news for you." Jasper was accorded a furlong, for Horry knew that he deserved every consideration. The brave sergeant wanted a clear conscience when he entered the British garrison, and so he sat down and wrote out his resignation. The American army at that time existed under a go-as-you-please discipline. Men enlisted for three months, and if they stayed after that period it was entirely optional with them whether they should remain one month or three years. Thus, on the eve of a battle, perhaps a score would resign and by their discretion or cowardice save their lives. Sergt. Jasper wrote his resignation and duly ad d ressed it to the proper authorities, but he did not de liver it. He placed it in a pocket Bible and left it in his knap s ack. With a brother se rgeant, bearing the name of New ton, he started for the British fort, and entered it without question.

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The Cruelties of War. It was not the entering which was difficult, but un less a man could give a good a~count of himself, he had great difficulty in leaving. "William Jasper," muttered the English sergeant as he saw his brother, "what brings you here? You will be hanged, if you are recognized." "Hush, brother, I am no longer an American soldier; I have resigned." "That is good news. Come, join us; you shall have gold galore, and a good uniform." "Not so; I do not resign from one army for the pleasure of joining another." "But who is your friend?" "He was Sergt. Newton, but he has resigned." "That is glorious news, for I never did like the idea of fighting against my own brother and his friends." The two ex-sergeants spent several days in the British fort, and obtained very valuable information. The time for parting came. In fact, the furloughs were nearly run out, and both Jasper and Newton knew they would be branded as deserters if they did not return. "I have some bad news for you, William," said the English sergeant. "Indeed ; what is that?" "We have some dozen prisoners, brought in during the night." "Is that bad news ?" "For the American side, yes, and I am sorry, for they are all known to be deserters, and when they reach Savannah they will be shot." "Deserters ?''

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The Cruelties of War. 105 "Yes; they enlisted in the English army, and then deserted to your side ; now they are again in our power." "Poor fellows! I would like to see them." It was a pitiful sight The twelve men sat on the ground, all handcuffed. But opposite one of them a woman and a little child about five years old. She was the wife of the prisoner opposite her, and had insisted on following his fortunes, or rather mis fortunes. She looked like a statue of grief. Motionless and silent, for she was not allowed to converse with her prisoner-huband, she excited the pity of even his captors. Jasper and Newton turned away and walked in the neighboring wood. "Newton, dear friend," said Jasper, "my days have been few, but I believe their course is nearly done." "Why so, comrade?" "I feel that I must rescue those prisoners or die with them; otherwise that woman and her child will haunt me to my grave." "That is exactly how I feel," replied Newton, "and here is my hand and heart to stand by you, my brave friend, to the last drop." "Thank God I A man can die but once." "You are right, Jasper, and when he dies for a good cause-'' "It is better than living." Immediately after breakfast the next morning the

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106 At Great Odds. prisoners were sent on for Savannah under guard of a sergeant, a corporal and eight men. They had only started hcilf an hour before Jasper and Newton took leave of their friends and left the British fort. They took the road to the upper country until they were out of sight of Ebenezer, and then they cut across the woods and pushed rapidly after the prisoners and their escort. For several miles they followed close without at tracting attention, but found no opportunity for strik. ing a blow. The whole thing looked absurd. Two men, without a weapon of any kind, against ten men armed with musket, bayonet and pistol. CHAPTER XVIII. AT GREAT ODDS. Within two miles of Savannah there was a famous spa, or spring of mineral water. "The guard will surely rest there," suggested New ton. "If they don't we must give up all thoughts of saving the prisoners." "I am afraid so." Hastening on by a near cut, the two brave men ar rived at the spa in ad;ance of the British.

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At Great Odds. 107 Concealing themselves in the bushes, they waited the arrival of the prisoners. They had not to wait long, for soon the mournful procession came in sight. As they arrived near the spring the sergeant called a halt. Our friends' hearts beat with exultant hope, but they knew that the odds were fearful. The corporal, with his guard of four men, conducted the prisoners to the spring, while the sergeant, with the other four, having grounded their arms near the road, brought up the rear. The prisoners, weary and exhausted, were permitted to rest themselves on the earth. They threw themselves down full length, glad of a little rest, but there was not one among them but felt that "life's fitful fever" would be ended before the sun went down the next day. The woman sat looking at her husband with dry and glassy eyes ; her little boy had fallen asleep in her lap. Two of the corporal's men were detailed to keep guard, while the other two were to fetch the water from the spring and give the prisoners a drink out of their canteens. The two men-as eager for the cold and refreshing water as any-approached the spring, and resting their muskets against a pine tree, dipped up the water. They drank heartily, and then replenished the canteens to give the prisoners some of the life-giving beverage. "Now, Newton, is our time?" said Jasper.

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108 At Great Odds. "Good-by, old fellow, if we do not have a chance to speak again." "Good by!" Like two lions the men burst from their concealment, and snatching up the loaded muskets that were rest ing against the pine, shot down the two soldiers that kept guard. The shots roused all the soldiers, and it became a question who should get the loaded muskets that had fallen from the hands of the slain. The sergeant and corporal-as brave a couple of Englishmen as ever set foot on American soil-had sprung forward and seized the muskets. Before they could use them Jasper and Newton, strong, swift to act and able to see every point clearly, with their clubbed muskets had b e labored the men with furious blows, and for a second time the muskets fell from the hands of the slain. Four men killed out of ten, and two loaded muskets in the hands of the Americans. It was good work. Brave deeds deserve to be remembered and though war is cruel and merciless, yet while it exists, the heroes must ever be honored "Surrender !" cried Jasper to the remaining six British. The men were without anyone to direct them, and were suffering from a momentary panic. "Why should we?" asked one. "We are six against two." Jasper raised his musket and covered the speaker. "Surrender!" he shouted a second time.

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At Great Odds. 109 The flintlock was raised, the finger of the brave sergeant was on the trigger. "We give in." "Hands up !" Newton was commissioned to search the six pris oners and take away their weapons. When this was accomplished-} asper all the time with his musket to his shoulder-Newton broke the handcuffs from the wrists of some of the American prisoners and liberated them. The English were securely bound until all were ready to march. When the fray commenced Mrs. Jones, the wife of the prisoner, had fainted. The sight was too horrible for her nerves. When she recovered from her swoon, which re covery was hastened by the frantic crying of her child, she looked up and saw her husband standing over her, sprinkling her face with the spa water. "Free !" she exclaimed as she saw him. "Yes, thanks to those brave men, we are all free." She threw her arms round her husband's neck and sobbed out hysterically : "Oh, bless God-bless God! My husband is safe-my husband will not be hung. Praise God!" She pushed her husband away and seized her child. How she hugged him He had to call out, for the violence of her love was crushing hi~ ribs. "Oh, praise, praise, praise God!" she cried. "My: son has a father yet."

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110 At Great Odds. Then wildly looking round, almost insane with joy, she asked : "Where are those blessed angels that God sent to save my husband?" When her eyes fell upon Jasper and Newton she ran and fell on her knees before them, and seizing their hands kissed and pressed them to her bosom crying out vehemently: Dear angels-dear angels God bless you-God bless you! God Almighty bless you forever! Already too much time had been wasted and taking the arms and regimentals of the slain and the arms of their captives, the two brave sergeants returned to Purysburg with six prison e rs and twelve patriots whom they had released from captivit y and saved from death. "Newton, is it not strange," said Jasp e r, when he opened his knapsack. I have not resigned but the letter is still here." "And mine had n e ver been delivered answered Newton. "So we need not enlist again? "No; we are American soldiers once more." "As we have been all the time." And will be until death ." You are right ; there must be no resigning, no drawing back." Liberty forever !" And these brav e m en-true heroes and pure patri ots -settled down to their duties like good soldiers.

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CHAPTER XIX. A FATAL DELAY. Count d'Estaing had been sent by France to assist the Americans, and he was to lead the attack on Sa vannah. The count, like all Frenchmen, was politeness per sonified. When he arrived before Savannah, and was joined by Gen. Lincoln and Col. Marion with his brave Caro linians, there was no doubt the attack could have been successfully made, but the count was too polite. He sent an emissary bearing a flag of truce to invite the British commander to surrender. The British soldier was equally polite, for he sent a flag also, and presented his compliments to the Count d'Estaing and asked for twenty-four hours in which to decide. The count gave the required time. Marion was furious. His passion was something awful to behold. "We could capture that place in five hours," he ex claimed. "This Frenchman is mad-mad-mad!" "But, perhaps Count d'Estaing has good reasons--" interjected Horry. "Reasons! My God! What reasons could he have? Allow the British to intrench, to get everything ready, to prepare for twenty-four hours, and then fight him l What do you say, Laurens?"

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11'2 A Fatal Delay. "I agree with you, and feel like breaking the truce." Had not Horry suggested that Laurens go and see the French commander, Marion might have commit ted a breach of discipline for which he would have been sorry. "Monsieur le Compte," said Laurens, "the American officers say they are afraid you have given the English too long to think." The count stared at the young officer, and breaking into a hearty laugh, replied : "De Engleesh t' ink !-ha! ha! ha! By gar, de Engleesh nevar t'ink but for deir belly. Give de Jack Engleeshman plenty beef, plenty pudding, plenty potareby gar, he never t'ink more, he lay down, he go to sleep like vun hog." "But, Monsieur le Compte, the English are working like horses ; their defenses will soon be too high to scale." "You t'inka so, Monseiur le Colonel! Well, den, by gar, you no need t'inka so; my French-a-mans run over de fence like vun t'ief horse." "But, Monsieur le Compte," persisted Laurens, "the English can fight like bulldogs." "Sacre Dieu!" replied the exasperated Frenchman, "de Engleesh fight like dogbulls when dey fight de Americans, but, by gar, dey no fight de French-a-mans so! M orbleu my French-a-mans eat dem up like vun lectle grenouille !" One of Gen. Lincoln's aides, who was standing near, threw up his hands. "Green owl l Whoever heard of a green owl be fore?"

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A Fatal Delay. 113, Laurens smiled at the officer's mistake. "Not green owl, sir," he explained, "but grenouille, which is French for frog." "Dat so, Monsieur le Colonel, you me interpret good. We eat dem up like leetle frog." "But they may kill many of our soldiers first." "What of dat? Soldiers make dat deir trade; dey get deir pay to be killed. It was vain reasoning with the egotistic count, so Laurens tried another tack. "We cannot spare the soldiers. Men are scarce." "Not spare a soldier? By gar, dey arP. plentiful. ,"t"ou s(:e cle star in c~e sk y, L~ leaf on Je t, e e, oe sand 0n a'e shore-i)y gar, de grande monar{]ttc r-iore soldier has
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Jasper's Philosophy. and cannister caused the united French and American troops to retire, leaving eight hundred French and four hundred American dead on the field. Laurens flung down his sword and in the agony of his mind, cried out : "Horry, my life is a burden to me; I would to God I was lying on yonder field at rest with my men." CHAPTER XX. JASPER'S PHILOSOPHY. Count d'Estaing's folly led to far greater conse quences than he could have imagined. Not only did Savannah remain in the hands of the British, but hundreds of brave men had thrown away their lives without achieving any good result. While there was great sorrow over the loss of so many men, the grief over one man's loss overshadowed everything else. Brave Sergt. Jasper was dying. Early in the action the elegant colors which had been presented by Mrs. Elliot had been planted on the enemy's works, and the fury of battle had raged near that spot. Twice they had been torn by British bullets, and thrice had the flagstaff been struck, but with un paralleled bravery Sergt. Jasper had recovered the colors and waved them triumphantly in the face of the enemy.

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Jasper's Philosophy. Jasper had escaped without a scratch, though he fought with a desperation which had never been ex celled. The retreat was sounded. Jasper's eyes were filled with tears, for the colors were some distance away, and were nearer the enemy than their legitimate owners. "They shall never fall into British hands, not while I am alive!" he murmured, and started back. Alone he faced the enemy. Bullets flew round him like hailstones, but not one touched him. He quickened his pace. The enemy saw his object. The firing was quicker, the colors must be captured. Jasper ran. Sometimes he stumbled and fell, but was quickly on his feet, and at length closed his fingers round the loved flagstaff. But, just as though he had received an electric shock, the very moment his fingers touched the flagstaff he shuddered and nearly fell. A bullet had entered his lungs. But he seized the flag and hurried back with it. He clasped it to his breast as a mother might a baby. It was the most precious thing on earth to him. He limped as he walked, and his blood was staining the flag. "Not much hurt, I hope?" asked Maj. Horry. "Yes, major; I believe I have got my furlough." "Pshaw!" said the major; "furlough, indeed, for what?"

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116 Jasper's Philosophy. "To go home," answered Jasper. "Home?" "Ay, to t{eaven." "Pooh, pooh!" exclaimed Horry. "You will live to fight the British for many a day yet." "I am afraid not, major." By the time the hospital tent was reached poor Jasper was nearly fainting. Horry wept like a child when he heard that the gal lant sergeant was dying. He entered the tent, his eyes still red with tears; Jasper saw him instantly, and beckoned him. "You see I was right, he said, softly; "I told you I had got my furlough." "I hope not, Jasper." "Oh, yes,'' said he, "I am going-and very fast, too; but, thank God I I am not afraid." Maj. Horry was turning away, afraid the talking might excite and perhaps injure Jasper, but the doctor stopped him. "Talk to him, major; it will take his mind away from the pain, and he has not long to stay." Will it not hurt him?" "No; talk to him to the last." Horry turned back to the bed, and with a smile on his face, forced to hide the sorrow he was feeling, he took Jasper's hand. "You are too brave to fear death, my boy, and too honest to be alarmed about its consequences." "As to that matter, major, I won t brag; but I have my hopes. I had a good mother, and she taught me all

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Jasper's Philosophy. I know and somehow I think, maior, that God may do for me h e r e after as He has don e for me here." There was sometl ing pathetic in Jasper's love for his mother. He f e lt that her memory was sacred, and was not ashamed to say how much he had loved her. "I'vt killed men in my time, major," he continued; "not in malice, but in what I thought a, just war in de fense of my country. As I bore no malice to those I killed, so I bear none to those who have killed me." "That is a good spirit, sergeant, but I hope you will yet deceive your doctors and live." "No, no-I've got my last call. I own I would like to have lived to see my country really free--! mean to see it free from any foreign soldier. But God willed it otherwise. Major, will you do a few things for me after I am gone?" Maj. Horr; could scarcely speak, his voice was so husky, and it really sei med that he would choke. He promised, however, to be Jasper's executor. The d ying man looked pleased. His voice was fast failing, but he valiantly mastered his weakness. "You see that sword," he said. "It is the one Gov. Rutledge presented to me for my service at Fort Moultrie. Give that sword to my father; tell him I have never dishonored it. If he should weep for me, tell him I am in hopes of a better life. If you see Mrs. Elliott, tell her I lost my life in saving the colors she gave to our regiment. If you could find Jones-you know the man I saved-tell him that one of my most pleasant thoughts at my last moment is of the hard

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118 Jasper's Philosophy. battle I fought to save him and his wife and child. Major--" Jasper paused; his face turned very pale; the end was evidently near. "Major-I-I--Kiss me, my mother--" And as the brave soldier asked for a kiss fn ,m his spirit-mother, his soul left the body to find shelter and peace in that heaven he had so devoutly wished for. From the deathbed of Jasper, Maj. Horry went to the parade. It was a sad scene, for as the roll was called to every fourth or fifth name there was no answer. Permission was given by the British for a truce while the dead was being buried. All over the field the bodies laid thk k. Some who were not dead were crying for water. It was heartrending. "Water!" "For God's sake, some water!" Throats parched, tongues swollen, lips bfo tered, and the pitiless rays of the sun added to the torment of those who were dying for the sacred cause of liberty. Ensign Bushe, stiff ;;\nd rigid, still held in his hand a portion of the flag he had so loved. Fallen across his body was Lieut. Hume, with his sword still grasped in his stiffened fingers. Hume was to have been married the following month, and on his breast he wore a miniature of the girl he loved It was covered with his blood; but even through the dark crimson there peered eyes of surpassing beauty, and lips whose smile was most bewitching.

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"Scotch Macdonald." D'Estaing's force returned to their ships, an d t he Americans were glad to be rid of a commander who had so fearfully blundered. CHAPTER XXI. "SCOTCH '.MACDONALD." Sometimes comedy plays a part in war, as well as tragedy. One day Gen. Marion was sitting in his room re flecting on the war and its long endurance, when his orderly reported that a young Scotchman wished to see him on most important business. Marion had the young man brought in ; he felt it would be a diversion and would lead his thoughts away from the anguish of war. A tall, .fine-looking Scotchman entered. "I am Macdonald, sir, he said, proudly as he en tered. Had he said "I am King George!" he could not have been prouder. The name did not convey much meaning to Marion, who curtly replied: Are you, sir?" Yes, I am the son of Macdonald, of Morris Creek Bridge defeat." It was clearer now to Gen. Marion. He was not overpleased with his visitor.

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uo "Scotch Macdonald." Macdonald, senior, had joined the British and had been defeated by the patriots. What could his son want in the camp of the Ameri cans? "What can I do for you?" asked Marion with cold courtesy. "I have been thinking, and I wish to join your army." "Indeed !" "I do, general; and, believe me, it is only after much thought." There was such earnestness in the young man's speech that Marion became interested. "Your father fought against us." "I know it, and because of that defeat I have come to you." "Explain yourself." Macdonald's hair was red, but his face was crimson. It was unpleasant to have to give reasons for fight-ing against the side his father had espoused. "Gen. Marion, may I be seated? I have walked far and am tired." To be reminded of his want of courtesy was not pleasing, and Marion blushed as he bade the stoutly built Scotchman to seat himself. He ordered wine to be brought in, and poured out a glass for his visitor. "I wish to explain fully, Gen. Marion. When my father and his friends were defeated at the Great Bridge, I asked myself the cause. It was not because they were badly drilled or poorly officered. "A better soldier never drew breath than my father.

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"Scotch Macdonald." 111 "But the cause for which they fought was a bad one-understand me, general, I mean it personally. My father ought to have considered it a bad cause. 'Here,' said I, 'are a parcel of friends, my father among them, who were driven from their native land by the British after the massacre of Culloden. 'They reached America and received protection ; they were hospitably treated. When they told how the Scots had been treated at Culloden, these same Americans would declare that had they been there with their rifles they would have made the British cry for quarter.' "Well, general, I thought of this, and I blushed when I remembered that, after receiving the hospitality of the Americans, my father and his friends go and join the very people who tried to butcher them in their own land.'' "Exceedingly ungrateful I interrupted Marion. "That is just what I thought, and I have come to do what one man can to save my family from such a charge." "You are welcome, sir; but I am afraid I cannot off er you a commission." "General, I only ask to be permitted to enter your army as a private soldier." Marion became interested in the young, red-haired Scotchman and gave him a letter to Maj. Horry. A week afterward Macdonald was a sergeant, and liked by everyone in the company. One day he overheard Marion say that, had he a fleet horse, he would send a messenger to Gen. Lincoln,

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122 "Scotch Macdonald." but that no ordinary horse could cover the distance in time. "All is fair in war!" thought Scotch Macdonald, and straightway he set to work on as neat a trick as was ever performed. Col. Tarleton was encamped at Monk's Corner, and had boasted that he was there to stay until every rebel -meaning American-was driven into the sea. Tarleton was a British fire-eater, and used more oaths in five minutes than any other officer would in a day. Macdonald knew the officer s character very well, and also was acquainted, by hearsay, with his great love of horseflesh. In fact, everyone knew of that trait for no horseof any value-was safe in the vicinity of Tarleton's camp. About ten miles away there lived a violent old Tory, wealthy as Crcesus but miserly, save where the enemies of his country were concerned, and to them he was ready to be generous. Scotch Macdonald had leave of absence, and hied him away to the Tory' s house. "I am Sergt. Macdonald,'' he said boldly. "Brave fellow; so you are the major's son, and as brave as your father. What says Tarleton of the situa tion?" You see the Tory jumped to the conclusion that Macdonald was a sergeant in Tarleton's British army. Macdonald declared that the colonel was going to stay until every rebel was driven out of the land.

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"Scotch Macdonald." UJ "Bravo! Tarleton is the right sort," exclaimed the Tory. "He sent his respects to you," unblushingly added Mac'donald, "and knowing you to be a good friend of the king, he has begged of you to send him a good horse for a charger, and assures you that you shall not be a loser by it." "Send him one of my horses!" cried the old rene gade, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Yes, Mr. Sergeant, I shall be more than glad to do so.'' The old fellow fairly danced with pleasure. His wealth was at the disposal of his country's enemies. "Is the colonel married ?" he asked, and Sergt. Mac donald knew not what to say, but the generous Tory did not give him time to answer, for he quickly added: "If he is not, tell him to come and see my girls; I have the finest daughters in the land, and anyone who will drive the rebels into Jericho can have one of them and twenty thousand dollars, but no rebel shall have one." Macdonald thanked him and said the message should be delivered. "God bless his sacred maj~sty, and Col. Tarleton! Send him a charger? Yes the very best horse a soldier ever straddled. Ay, that I will." Going to the door, he shouted: "Dick, Dick, you lazy varmint, where are you?~' "Comin' massa. Dick am here." "I have always to split my throat before you will take any notice of me. Why didn't you come?" "Sho, massa, Dick come when he hear massa shout." "Fly to the stable and saddle Selim, do you hear?"

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"Scotch Macdonald ... "Yes, massa; Selim, did you say, massa?" "Selim, young Selim, and look sharp about it I" Macdonald was almost afraid of his trick now it was progressing so well, for his conscience told him it looked very like stealing. The old Tory gave him no time for much reflection. "You have made me a happy man, sergeant. God bless King George, say I, and as all I have I would give to the king, I will be generous to his officers. Have you tasted my peach brandy?" "No, sir. And I would rather not, I--" "Tut, tut, sir! but you must. It is good to keep out the fog, and will prevent you getting the chills. Fine thing, sergeant, fine thing." The old man filled two glasses with the delicious but powerful stimulant, and holding up his glass, pro claimed his sentiment: "Confusion to the rebels I" Macdonald did not drink. He could not indorse that sentiment, seeing that he was one of those who were characterized as rebels. "You did not drink, sergeant. It won't do you any harm. Drink, I say--" "I will drink to your honor's good health," exclaimed Macdonald as he swallowed the cordial. "Good; your toast does you credit. I am the best friend the king has in this country. Ah I egad, what do you think of him?" Dick had led Selim in front of the window. "Faith, it is a noble animal," said Macdonald, as he looked at Selim, and he was right, for the horse was

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"Scotch Macdonald." one of the best bred in all Carolina, and came from pure racing stock. "Egad I you know a good horse when you see one. Give him to Tarleton with my compliments, and tell him I do not grudge him, either. The beast is too good for me. Tell the colonel to be sure and come and look at my girls. I will give him some good peach, too; tgad, it makes your eyes water." Macdonald almost repented. He wanted to draw out, but could scarcely see how to do it. "I think, sir, I will tell the colonel to call on you, and he can ride Selim back." "Egad I You won't take the horse? You must, ser geant. You ain't afraid to ride him, I know, for nary a Macdonald was ever afraid of a horse." "It is raining, sir." "So it is. I'll lend you a coat. But breakfast ii ready; come, you are my guest-no excuses. It is all for his sacred majesty, the king." Macdonald had a good breakfast, d1~mned the squire's best overcoat, and bestrode a horse of almost priceless value. With the Tory's blessing he rode away. But he did not go in the direction of Monk's Corner. As soon as he was out of sight of the Tory's house, he branched off, and never drew rein until he reached the American camp, where the horse was admired, and Gen. Marion laughed as he heard the story. "That is 'spoiling the Egyptians with a vengeance," be said. ''It is all fair in war, sir."

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126 "Scotch Macdonald." "So it is, but it's mighty near akin to stealing." Marion would not accept the horse, and so Macdonald kept him. The sequel to the story was learned from an English soldier who was taken prisoner. On the day after Scotch ~acdonald' s appropriation of the horse, Selim, the wealthy Tory went to the camp of Col. Tarleton. He sent in his name by the orderly, and as the colonel was a very loud talker he overheard one side of the conversation. "Who in thunder is he?" asked the colonel. The orderly s answer could not be heard by the anx ious Tory outside, but evidently it was not compli mentary, for the officer was heard to consign his visitor to the warmest of warm places. Only a minute afterward, however, he was ushered into the colonel's presence. "Well, sir; and what do you want?" asked the col onel, in anything but a pleasant voice. "I-I-hope-that--" stammered the Tory. "Quick, sir. Time is precious where rebels are daring." "Did you-do you like Selim?" "Don't know him. If that is all you have to ask, why, you have your answer." "Selim-the charger-you know-I--" "What charger? Are you drunk, sir ; or mad which ?" "Your sergeant-Macdonald--" "I have no sergeant of that name-that I know, at least."

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"Scotch Macdonald." "I sent you the best horse in Carolina yesterday." "You sent me a horse?" "Yes, colonel ; Selim, a racer, a magnificent charger." It was now Tarleton's turn to stammer and stutter. "A-a--charger I I never-saw--one." "Zounds! C an he have be e n taken prisoner?" "Tell me all about it." The Tory told everything. Not only that he had sent the charger, but that he had given the sergeant some peach brandy and a hot breakfast. "And, egad, sir, but I told him to tell you that you could have one of my daughters, if so be y ou were not married." The orderly was called in and commissioned to in quire whether there was a sergeant named Macdonald in the regiment. An answer in the negative was soon forthcoming, and Tarleton stormed even worse than the planter. "He said his father was at Great Bridge," explained the Tory. "Oh!" exclaimed the orderly, and at once began to cough and hem and haw to hide his breach of military propriety. "Well, what did you hear that caused you to forget yourself?" asked the colonel. "May I speak, colonel? "Yes; I command you." "Scotch Macdonald, sir, when his father was de feated and taken prisoner, joined the patriots-ahem I I mean the rebels-and is a sergeant in Gen. Marion's army." "Are you sure ?" "Yes, colonel ; it is well known in the regiment."

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u8 "Scotch Macdonald." The colonel looked at the planter, who returned the gaze for a few moments ; then both relieved their feel ings by giving utterance to a great big oath. The Tory had lost a horse which he declared was worth five hundred dollars, and the colonel, who loved good horse flesh, felt he, too, had lost the splendid charger. As for Macdonald, he loved Selim, and the horse repaid the love, as a good horse will. Those who say that horses and dogs have no thought or reasoning powers have but a poor knowledge of those splendid specimens of the animal race. A horse knows every word and appreciates every kind glance of the eye. It loves its owner, if kind ness is meted out to it, as much as can anything outside the human form. Selim soon knew that Scotch Macdonald would sell his coat off his back rather than his horse should be hungry, and he was rewarded by the useful devotion of the animal. "To see Macdonald charge would do one's heart good," wrote one of his compatriots. Whether the odds were ten, or even twenty, to one, made no difference to him. He would dash into the thickest of the fight, and hew and slash like a very demon. Once he was alone with Maj. Horry, when five dragoons, with prancing steeds, dashed up to them. "Zounds, Macdonald," said Horry, "here's an odds against us-five to two." "By my soul, major," he replied, "and let 'em come on. Three are welcome to the sword of Macdonald."

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"Scotch Macdonald." Soon as the dragoons were fairly opposite, the two patriots gave them a blast from their bugles, and with drawn sabers broke in on them like a tornado. Their panic was complete. Two were unseated, and lay on the road weltering in their blood, while the three rode oiI as fast as they could. Macdonald had li ttl e ne ed to urge Selim, for the horse seemed to know what was expected. On he dashed as rapicJY, as the simoon which sweeps across the desert. Before the three ftragoons could reach the town, and they were ::iut two miles from it, Macdonald was alo ngsi de them, and with a tremendous swirl of his sword had cut down two of them. The third was within a few minutes of death, when tl:.e guns of the fort began to fire, and Macdonald was c ompelled to r et ire; but when he did he had with him a splendid English horse, almost as good as Selim. 'Here, major, is an English thoroughbred for you. Spoil s of war, you know." Scotch Macdonald fought so fearlessly and with such splendid courage that it became a saying through out the State, when any great achievement attracted public attention, or a magnificent act of bravery was recorded-"just like Scotch Macdonald."

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CHAPTER XXII. BRITISH JUBILIATION. The British could not restrain their joy when the metropolis of the South-the Queen City, Charlestonfell into their hands. The Tories did much to aid the enemies of their country, and the defeat of D Estaing's army before Savannah helped to make the victory the easier. Never did barbarians go so completely wild as did the British. Just as in the latter days of the later war of seces sion, the negroes were promised absolute equality, and the bribe held out to them that they should have white wives so the British private soldiers were led to believe that they were to marry the daught e rs of wealthy col onists, and thus become pos s essed of the rich farms plantations and stores owned by the American patriots. The fall of Charleston seemed to be th e precurser of that halcyon time The women of 01arleston were far-famed for their beauty, and there was not an Englis h soldier from Lord Cornwallis and Sir Henry Ointon down to the most illiterate private but would have felt exultant if he could claim one of those beauti e s as his own. Bands of soldiers paraded th e streets, singing loud, convivial choruses. Officers-young men, 'tis true, sang and shouted wildly.

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British J ubiliation. 131 "Egad! the bright-eyed, lovely girls are ours!" they, shouted. Charleston shall be our Constantinople," said another. "Carolina, with all it s famed beauties, shall be our Circassia," would come from the voice of a third; while one, more poetic than the rest, would give utterance to a recitation whose words would be like unto these: "Prepare ~he bath s y e slave s, Bring forth the perfume, ye maids; Let the violin s play s we e t mu s ic ; Let the soft bosomed maid s be crowned With flowers s w e et and bright Tap the old Maderia, that our souls may be gay." The women dare not stir from their houses, but be hind the tightly-closed windows had to listen to these constant serenades. The whole of the Carolinian army had fallen into the hands of the British. Maj. Horry had succeeded in escaping, and breaking his parole It may have been wrong, but the sturdy patriot eased his conscience by saying that the end justified the means. Gen. Marion had a narrow escape. It was a week before the fall of the city. The British had declared they would hang Marion and Olcott if they were captured. Marion had executed a Tory who was a known spy, and the British declared they would have life for life. Marion was dining with a party of choice Whigs at the house of Alexander McQueen, in Tradd Street.

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British Jubiliation. The fashion in those days was that none should leave the table sober. For each man to fall into a drunken sleep under the table was considered the proper thing. Bumper after bumper of wine had been drank, when Marion rose to leave. His host pressed him to stay, but the officer begged to be excused. "What, Marion retreat? Impossible!" "Gentlemen, you must excuse me. Military duty demands my attention." Then there was a hearty laugh. It was looked upon as a mere excuse. The host locked the door. "Now, Marion ; another bumper-to the long life of Gen. Washington." Marion could not refuse to drink to such a toast. Another round followed, and our hero determined he would leave. The host, now nearly maudlin with the drink, was more obdurate than ever. Marion tried the door. It was securely locked. He went to the window, opened the sash, and leaped QUt. It was from the second story that he jumped. Fortunately his own servant was close by, and as sisted him away. As he was leading Marion back to headquarters, his brave servant told him that the Tories were gathering round McQueen's door, intending to capture Marion when he should leave.

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Marie Olcott's Peril. 133 Marion escaped the Tories, but his ankle was broken. He was sent to his plantation the next qay, and was thus relieved from the-to him-ignominy of being a prisoner of war, for he was absent when Charleston fell. That broken ankle was the means of breaking British rule in Carolina, as we shall shortly see. CHAPTER XXIII. MARIE OLCOTT'S PERIL, '.After the fall of Charleston and the capture of nearly the whole patriot army in Carolina, the people suffered from a terrible reaction. They began to believe that it was an utter impos sibility to drive out the British, and that it would be good policy to make friends with the foreign usurpers. There were two men who would not bow the knee to the English power, Maj. Horry and Maj. Olcott. Gen. Marion had escaped, no one knew whither, and so he was out of the question. The British army of occupation in South Carolina numbered three thousand, while there were at least fifty thousand Carolinians, but they were unarmed and broken-spirited. Never did people sink so apathetically into slavery, for by no other name could it be called. The British behaved with the utmost cruelty, and

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Marie Olcott's Peril. availed themselv e s of the apathy of the people to enrich their own coffers and gratify their pleasur es. Marie Olcott was a finely-formed girl, looking at least four years older than she really was A few days after the fall of Charleston she was un avoidably alone, walking toward home. She wa s exquisitely pretty, and her figure was per fection. "Ah, my pretty Marie; what kindness fate has shown me!" Marie's face was crimson as she heard the words, for she recognized the voice as that of Lieut. Stark, of the King s Own Fusileer Guards. Stark had seen Marie several times, and had, as he imagined, fallen most desperately in love with her. She had shunned him, and shown in a ladylike, maidenly manner, that she did not wish to have any thing to do with him. He was fond of wine, and spent his money lavishly at the gambling table. He scoffed at religion and laughed at morality. No wonder that Marie Olcott should shun him as she would the plague When he spoke to her that afternoon she quickened her pace and did not reply to him. "Marie, you cannot escape me now; I must and will speak to you." As he spoke he placed his hand on her shoulder, and held her firmly. "Unhand me, sir; or--" "What, my pretty dear?'' "I will call for help."

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Marie Olcott's Peril. IJS "Hal ha! ha! There isn't a man within twenty miles who would dare to hinder one of the King's Own Fusileers. Ha! ha ha!" But although he was so confident he took the pre caution of tying his handkerchief over her mouth. "Now I can talk to you,' he said, holding her hands tightly. She kicked, but her little feet made but slight impression on his well-covered legs, and seeing her failure she remained passive. "I love you, Marie ; and as you would never give me the chance to tell you so, I had to take it; and you, too, for you are mine now, and I shall not let you go." He spoke slowly and with deliberation, watching her face all the while. She had splendid control of her features, and not a muscle of her face quivered. He thought she had resigned herself, and was half sorry, for he would rather have seen her struggle, and seen the hot blood mount to her face. "I shall take you to the city, and there our chaplain shall make you my wife. I little thought I should capture so fair a rebel on my jaunt to-day." Marie had continued passive; her plans were quickly formed. She would delay him as long as possible, and then would watch her opportunity to escape. He was almost maudlin with excess of wine, and she thought he would soon fall asleep. His voice was husky, his step unsteady; both signs of inebriation.

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136 Marie Olcott's Peril. His grasp on her hands slackened a little and ihe quickly snatched away her right hand. With it she tore the handkerchief from her mouth, and a sigh of relief escaped her when she felt free to breath and speak. "You say you want me to be your wife; I am too young. I--" "Never mind, I am satisfied." "I wonder at you-a soldier, who should be a gentleman-trying to force an unwilling girl to be your bride." 1 "But you won t be unwilling; now, will you? I am not poor. In my own country I am a squire, and keep my hound s ; I have a cockpit on my estate, and some of the choicest bird s fight there every week when I am at home. You will enjoy your life when you get away from this beastly country." "Sir! no one shall speak of my native land like that." "Ha! ha! ha! I won't do so again. Come, let us go--". He tried to pull her through a gap in the fence, along a path which was a near road to the city. "I will not go that way,' she said, with strong emphasis. "I see you little game. You think you would meet some of your rebel friends. What deepness Who'd have thought you were anything but milk-and-water. You shall go the way I want." He put his arm round her wai s t, and lifted her through the fence. "Help I Is there no one to help me?" she cried.

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Marie Olcott's Peril 137 Harry Sumpter, a nephew of the patriot general, heard her cry. "A woman in distress, by Heaven I Where is she?'' Sumpter was only eighteen years of age, and as brave as his cousin ; but he was very short-sighted, and therefore had not joined the patriot army. He listened a moment. The sound came from the wood. He leaped the fence as easily as a racer, and was close to Stark and his victim before he actually saw them. "Put down that lady I" cried Sumpter. "Lady-she is my wife," answered Stark. Sumpter did not believe him, and when he saw that Marie was effectually gagged, he had still greater rea sons for doubt. "Put her down, and let her answer for herself." "Who are you, that dares to molest an officer in the King's Own Fusileers ?" "An American, and a man, who fears not the king himself." "A rebel. Ah, I thought as much. Stand aside, or I'll run my sword through you. I must carry my wife back to her friends." "I'll not stand aside until I have heard the lady's own version." "Merely a conjugal quarrel--" commenced Stark. Sumpter thought differently, and in his warmth de clared that the lady, if a wife now, would be a widow in a few minutes if Stark persisted in keeping her a prisoner. The English officer saw he had a most determined

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Marie Olcott's Peril. youth to deal with, and while he held Marie in his arms he was powerless to defend himself. Sumpter wore a dre ss sword, as was customary with gentlemen in those da y s, for none knew the moment when defense would be necessary. He drew his sword and s tood barring Stark's way. "Draw and defend y our s elf! "You will hurt the lady Marie was struggling s o violently to escape tqat Sumpter thought he could assist her. He pricked Stark' s arm. The sharp steel passed through his sleeve and drew blood With a-howl of pain he dropped Marie, who quickly tore the covering from her head, and fell on her knees before Sumpter. "Save me, sir; I am not his wife. I-hate him." "So I thought young lady. Look, the coward has escaped. "Let him go, please; for my sake." "No, miss; he must be punished. He will return, for there is no outlet that way "But do not hurt him." "Why? I thought you hated him." "So I do; he is cruel and wicked but I do not like to see anyone hurt; besides he might--" "You are afraid of what he might do?" "Yes." "I don't think he will be in a fit state to do anything to you after I get through with him." "It is not that I fear." "What, then ? "You might be wounded."

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Marie Olcott's Peril. 139 A warm tint spread itself over her face as she spoke, and it was good to see, for Sumpter knew that he had made a good impression on her, and he already loved her, though he knew not her name, and had not seen her ten minutes before. "I will see you to a place of safety," he said. "You have not promised me--" "What?" "That you will let him escape." "I promise. Unless he attacks me, he shall go free." "You will not provoke a quarrel ?" "No; but why so anxious about him?" "I am not; it is about you." "Sweet words; but I forgot, I have not introduced myself. I am Harry Sumpter." "I know Gen. Sumpter." "He is my uncle." "Indeed I am so glad. I am Marie Olcott." "Sister to Marion Olcott?" "Yes." "He is my friend. How came you in that English man's power?" Marie told her story, and had a most attentive listener. Her voice was sweet and low, and Harry Sumpter thought he had never heard anything so musical and del ightful. He escorted her to her home, and received the thanks of Madam Olcott.

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CHAPTER XXIV. TRAGEDY. It was not to be expected that Lieut. Stark, of the King's Own Fusileers, would 5Ubmit tamely to the rebuff he had received from a rebel, as he was pleased to call Harry Sumpter. As the country was under martial law, Stark knew he had but to say the word and his opponent would be arrested and most probably hung, or, if not, at least he would have a whipping at the triangle. It was a great crime to oppose one of the king's officers. Stark wanted all the glory of Sumpter's capture, and therefore said nothing to his superiors. He was in command of a foraging company, and thus had ample chance to seize young Sumpter, against whom he could easily manufacture a charge. Chance gave him his opportunity the very next day. Harry Sumpter had called on Marie Olcott, and on his way home he saw Stark and three soldiers in the road ahead of him. Discretion would have counseled turning back, but Sumpter was full of the fire of youth, and felt that "thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just." Perhaps it would not have availed him had he re treated, for the English officer had seen him, and was ready to encounter or pursue as might be neces sary.

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_ J"'ragedy. The King s Own Fusileer felt brave, for he had three others with him. It is very improbable that he would have waited for the American had he been alone. Sumpter Wq.S quite prepared. He had his sword and two pistols, for he knew the times were perilous, and did not wish to sell his life too cheaply. "Ah, my valiant young rebel, well met!" exclaimed Stark, drawing his sword, an example followed by the American. Turning to his men, Stark said, in a blustering voice: "You see he draws his sword against the King's Own, therefore against the king; you are a traitor, sir. Seize him, men." There was a good deal of bluster about the young lieutenant, and his men scarcely knew whether to obey his command or not. Seeing their hesitation, Sumpter waved his sword threateningly. "I have not drawn my sword against King George, of England; but I have a private affair to settle with this-this-feJiow-this insulter of ladies, a would-be abductor." "Seize him!" "The first man who attempts to do so dies !" said Sumpter, calmly, and the soldiers saw he meant what he said. "Seize him, I say; and if he kills one of you he shall die the death of a traitor." It was not much consolation to the soldiers, for his

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Tragedy. death would not benefit them if they were moldering in the ground. Stark made no attempt to a s sist in the patriot's capture. Sumpter looked at the lieutenant a moment The extremest contempt was conveyed by that look. "Stand on one side, men ; and let your leader defend himself. Seize him, you cowards; or I'll brand you as mu tineers." The soldiers dare not disobey. They stepped forward, but the quick hand of the American had his sword's point at the breast of the foremost, and as he seemed pressed nearer out came a pistol, and he was covered. Even then the odds were two to one, but Stark was afraid to interfere. "Surrender, men, and I'll save your lives." No one likes to die, and the men were only hirelings. They did not join the Fusileers because of their pa triotism or the love of the cau,se for which the English were fighting. They were mercenaries-men who joined the army because it promised to be an easy, idle life. They threw up their hands and asked for mercy. "Cowards!" shouted Stark. Sumpter lowered his sword, and made toward the officer. "You shall not escape me !" he cried. "I kn o w your attempt to capture me has failed. One of us dies !" "I'll not fight." "You dare not. You coward Men, look at your

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Tragedy. officer ; he commands you to fight, and dare not strike a blow himself." Lieut. Stark was humiliated before his men. That was a severe blow to his pride. "Come, you upstart," he said, "it was only out of fear of hurting you that I desisted." Sumpter heard the words, but did not smile. He knew the meeting was likely to be a serious one. One must die. Life was sweet to young Sumpter, far sweeter than a few days before, for now he had met Marie. The swords crossed. A dangerous fire flashed from two pairs of eyes. How those blades of steel shone in the sunlight. How prettily the rays played along the polished metal. What a pity it seemed that they should be stained with blood. The blades gleamed and made a noise like that of an anvil, for the two men fought at close quarters. At first Sumpter contented himself with parrying Stark's thrusts. Two or three times the Englishman's sword nearly reached Sumpter. His skill was astonishing, but the American was an excellent master of fence. Once Sumpter got a chance, for the fusileer left himself exposed, but with a strange chivalry, the American lowered his sword and refused to take ad vantage of his chance. This made no impression on the young officer. He was all the more desperate.

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Tragedy. He had a wrist of iron, and Sumpter could not dis arm him. At last Stark made a thrust so quick and long that Sumpter could only partially parry it. His sleeve was pierced, and the cold steel just touched his bare arm. This made the American angry. Instead of defending, he became the attacking party. Taking advantage of a mistake in the position of his sword, Sumpter made so firm a flanconade that he reached his and the sword entered his breast. He fell back on the grass, a tiny stream of blood spurting through his doublet. Seeing th e ir lead e r fall, the three soldiers rushed upon Sumpter and he found himself on the defensive. He cut, and slashed and parried and thrust so rap idly that he was able to hold all three at bay. It was a terrible fight, for th e three soldiers had the strength of mature manhood while Sumpter was only a boy, stron g for his a ge, but s till a s t r i pling. He was nearly exhaust ed. His arm was swollen and his brain was dizzy. B y a fortunate chanc e he spitted one of the soldiers, and th u s r e duced th e odd s a g ainst him. The two others fought desperat e ly They wished to aven g e th e death of their leader, for th e open mouth and g l assy e yes o f th e p rostrate lieu t e n a nt show e d plainly that he had fallen never to rise again. The time came when Sumpter could not distinguish his opponents.

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Tragedy. The blood had conj ested in his brain, and a dim red hue was over everything, but he fought mechanically. It did not look as though he had any chance. Neither had he, unaided. But when hope had altogether forsaken him an unexpected ally appeared. The crack of a pistol and the whizzing of a bullet told that some one had joined in the fray, but Sumpter heard not the report. He was conscious that one of his antagonists fell, but why, he knew not. The remaining soldier was no coward. He had faced death before, and had resolved that if he had to die, Sumpter should keep him company. But as he stepped forward to plunge his sword through the brave young f e llow's heart his foot slipped in a pool of blood, and he fell ; but as he did so another shot was fired, and the third soldier was dead. Sumpter continued to cut and parry and thrust, though no foes were near. But gradually the movements of his arm became slower and his sword dropped from his hand. He fell forward as his deliverer came up. The shots had been fired by Marie Olcott. She had seen the combat, and hurried home for a pistol, which she had learned to handle. She had returned just in time to save her friend. Although the sight of blood usually sickened her, she dragged Sumpter away and looked to see if he was still alive. "My love, my love have they killed you?" 5he cried, almost hysterically.

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Tragedy. She loosened his collar and unfastened his vest. His heart was beating. Hope animated her. "He will live, I lmow he will I" she exclaimed, exultingly. His eyes opened. Had he recognized her or was he dreaming? "Marie I" he murmured, and sunk back again to un-consciousness. When he recovered he was lying on a bed in Madam Olcott's house, being tenderly nursed by that lady and her daughter. He had no knowledge of the conflict. His mind was a blank ; only one thing seemed to rouse him, and that was the presence of Marie in the room. It was nearly a week before he learned how his life had been saved by Marie, and even then he did not lmow that he was in the greatest danger of arresL One of the soldiers had not been killed, and when he was found he managed to tell of the fight, though he knew nothing of Marie's valorous courage. The English commander, Lord Cornwallis, who had succeeded Sir Henry Ointon, had offered a reward for the body of Harry Sumpter, and decreed confiscation of all property belonging to any who should shield him. When Sumpter learned this he resolved to leave at once rather than endanger his benefactors. Francis Olcott was to start the next day for North Carolina, where Gen. Marion had gone to rally the patriots, and Sumpter purposed to accompany him.

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Tragedy. Before daybreak the next morning the two young men started on their perilous journey-but not before Marie had confessed to Sumpter how much she loved him. "My life belongs to you," he said, "for you saved it." "But not before you saved mine," she replied. "Our lives belong to each other then and so through life we will be true and leal. She wished him Godspeed and a tear glistened in her eye at parting. How he wished she had been able to accompany him; and had !!he but known-had he but known-no parting would have taken place that morning. Before nightfall the sky was heavy with columns of flame and smoke proceeding from the Olcott home stead. It had been fired by incendiaries, and reduced to ashes. Madam Olcott's dead and charred body was scarcely recognizable. Only Marie had escap ed. 'Tilda had fallen from a window and broken her neck Fortunately Marion and Francis were away. Marie fought the flames as long as she could, and then, finding how futile was her labor, fled for her life.

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CHAPTER XXV. HARDSHIPS. Maj. Horry would not bow the knee to English tyrants. He had pledged his life to the cause of independence, and determined that if South Carolina was satisfied with British rule, he would go to the North. His plantation was confiscated, his negroes all taken from him; what little money be had was stolen, and all he possessed was the horse which Scotch Macdonald had given him at Georgetown. Without a cent in his pocket, he started North. "I can live with the people; surely some will find me a bite and a sup," he reasoned. But he had not got far away before he experienced all the horrors of the reaction which had set in. "Col. Tarleton will soon drive the Continentals out," shouted one idle loafer as Horry passed. A dozen young fellows echoed the cry, and some even threw stones at the man who had risked and lost every thing, save his life and honor, for the people's cause. With a sad heart he left the main road, and plunged into the woods. All day he rode, hungry and tired. His horse was better off than he, for the horse could eat grass "For the love of Heaven, give me a crust of bread,"

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Hardships. 1-4-9 exclaimed Horry, as he tottered to a farmhouse door; late in the evening, liis rheumatism troubling him. "Alas I dare not," answered the woman. "Only yestere'en one of Col. Tarleton's men said the house would be burned down and my good man hanged if we harbored Continentals-he said rebels." "But I am hungry--" "Go, my good man, go ; if you should be seen here my house would be destroyed." "And so you refuse me a bit of bread?" "I must. Please go." He mounted his horse, and had scarcely strength enough to keep his seat in the saddle. He saw some children eating some bread. Almost frantic with hunger, he was tempted to snatch it from them. He had fasted nearly two days. He dismounted, and having secured his horse he laid down in a grassy bank and fell asleep. When he awoke the sun was shining brightly, and he knew he had slept many hours. His horse had got loose. Where could it have strayed? What if it had been stolen? The thought made the tears fill his eyes ; for he was exhausted with hunger, and his nerves were all unstrung. Presently he heard a neigh. He tried to run, but was too weak. The horse had found a spring of water, and was slaking its thirst. How welcome was that water!

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Hardships. Horry laid down on the ground and almost buried his face in the spring, so eager was he to drink He seemed to regain strength as he drank. Mounting his horse, he rode on for some five or six miles. Again the tormenting craving of hunger nearly over came him. About a quarter of a mile ahead of him he could distinguish two men. "I will trust to them," he said; "they can but deny me." He tried to call out, but his voice was gone. He urge d his horse forward and overtook the two. "On my life, it is Horry!" "Great Father in heaven, Marion!" ejaculated Horry. The two friends had met. Marion's ankle had pained him so much that his progress had been slow. His servant had devoted himself to his master s fallen fortunes, and was more like a friend than an employee. "Where are you going, Horry?" "To the North, to fight our foes.'' "So am I. But I feel hungry; I had an early break-fast--" "So had I-two days ago.'' "What, man, no breakfast yet?" "No, Marion; nor yesterday. It is over forty hours since I tasted food." "Here is shade. Let us rest and eat. I have not much, but what I have we will share." The servant took a piece of dried beef and a loaf of

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Hardships. Indian bread from Marion's saddlebags, and found a small bottle of brandy in his pocket. Never did food look more tempting. Horry could scarcely wait for the bread to be cut, but Marion was considerate and assisted Horry to some bread and meat the very first thing. "Our happy days are over," said Horry. "Pshaw I They haven't begun yet. Why, man, we shall drive the British into the sea before long, and then they will cry aloud for us to assist them." "I hope I may live to see it." "So do I. But what has become of all the bread?'' "I have eaten it." / "And that was all we had. Where will the next come from?" "Have you any money?" asked Horry. "Not a cent. Have you?" "No." "Fancy three able-bodied men-no, I have a broken ankle and you the rheumatism, so we will say one able bodied man and two cripples--traveling without money." They laughed, but their spirits were heavy. That night after dark they reached a tavern, and boldly knocked at the door. The tavern keeper lighted a pine torch, and when he saw that his guests wore the patriot regimentals, he placed his hands in his pockets, and advised them to try a tavern five miles farther on. "But it is dark, and we know not the way," said Marion. "It is a straight road."

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Hardships. "But we are strangers. "I never did like strangers ," he answered. "Do you know, sir, that this is the great general Francis Marion?" asked Horry. "Then, sir, my poor hostelry is not good enough. Go to the next tavern." "We have fought your battles--" "I never asked you to do so. I am very well satis fied with King George; I don t want Mr. George" -meaning Washington. "Come, Horry; we will try the next tavern," said Marion, and he was about to mount his horse when three women came to the door. One was the tavern keeper's wife, and the others his daughters. "Come in, worthy sirs. My husband has a playful way with soldiers." Then she turned to her husband : "Don't be a fool. Keep in with both sides is my plan. You can charge them double to ease your con science, but they shall sta y here to-night." "As you like," he grumbled and muttered something unintelligible; but our friends did not care, for they were soon sitting down to a good hot supper, and knew that a comfortable bed awaited them The landlord was churlish, but his family were kind and so our heroes far e d well. On the morrow they left the landlad y tellin g them there was no charge as a friend had paid their bill Good woman she had paid it herself rather than her husband should insult them.

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Hardships. 153 After they had gone some distance Marion's servant overtook them. "That is a mighty good woman, is that yon," he said, "for she gave me all I could eat, and when I came away she filled this bag for me. There is a big cooked ham, a couple of roast chickens, a peck of crackers, and two bottles of brandy. She stayed up all night to cook for your honor." How these brave patriots rejoiced. They were like children whose pockets are filled with cake and candies. All day they rode through the woods, and toward night they reached the house of Col. Thatcher, one of the truest patriots in North Carolina. They received a hearty welcome, and although tired, they sat talking far into the night. They had not been in bed long before all were aroused by a vigorous knocking at the door. "Who demands admittance?'' asked the ~olonel. "For the love of Heaven, open; we are starving and tired. We are South Carolinians." "I know that voice," shouted Marion. "Open the door, Thatcher." And when the pine knot was lighted Gen. Marion saw Francis Olcott and Harry Sumpter. "By all that's holy! what brings you here?" asked Marion.

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CHAPTER XXVI. A BRAVE MAN'S DEATH. Gen. Gates was one of the maddest, most impulsive and erratic men ever given a command in any army. He had won some little renown in the North, where he was able to rely on Benedict Arnold and Morgan. As a man, he was good-hearted, chivalrous and lova ble; as a soldier, he proved a failure. He was commissioned to take command of the army of North Carolina. There were some of his friends who thought he ought to have had Washington's place, instead of such a minor command. "It is absurd," said Gates, when he heard of his ap pointment. "What is there to do for a man like me? Capture Cornwallis? Why, sir, I will destroy his army in three hours, and either take him prisoner or dig his grave." The brave Baron de Kalb, who had left France to devote his life to the young republic, was in command of a few regulars, and to him, Marion, Horry and the two youngsters offered their services and their lives. Everyone knew Marion, and De Kalb was delighted to welcome him. "We are in for active fighting, are we not?" asked Marion. "Yes and for total destruction. Why, sir, here we are marching at quick step to meet an enemy which is

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A Brave Man's Death. I 55 better prepared to fight than we are. We shall meet them, half worn out and exhausted, while they will be fresh." "Have you not spoken to Gates?" "Ay, but what does he say? He thinks Cornwalli s will be so afraid of him that he will not even meet him. "And what think you?" "The militia cannot fight under such conditions, and they will retreat; the regulars, sir, under me, will fight until the last man drops. There will not be a corporal's squad left when we get through." By some means Gen. Gates heard of this remark, and it made him furious. He even insinuated that De Kalb was afraid, and wanted him to abandon the attack. "We shall know before to-morrow night," answered the grand old Frenchman, "who are deserving of praise for bravery." "To-morrow night, sirrah !" said Gates, excitedly. "I'll dine at noon, and Lord Cornwallis shall be with me as my prisoner." At ten o'clock at night Gates sent word for the march against the British to commence. "Mind, no lagging-no hesitation ; keep right on until we have bagged every Englishman!" exclaimed Gates to the officers. At about the same hour the English began to march to surprise the Americans. It was a mutual surprise At two o'clock the first guns were fired. Volley after volley broke the stillness of that August night.

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I 56 A Brave Man's Death. Gates drank heavily, and became more excited. "Sirrah I wait until daylight, and the British will not fire another shot. They are brave in the dark. Both sides soon grew tired of wasting ammunition, for it was too dark to see each other. But when the first rays of the sun shone over hill and valley-when the beautiful light of the great orb of day illumined the forest and sent its brilliant scintillations through the foliage, the Americans saw a strange sight. As far as the eye could reach the woods were red with soldiers. Cornwallis had determined to cover as much ground as possible, and had extended his line Ol\ each side as far as he could. To the astonished eyes of the Americans the three thousand soldiers looked like thirty thousand. The raw recruits, the militia, worn out with the quick and fatiguing march, quaked as they saw the enemy. A thundering of artillery and a heavy fusillade from the infantry was enough. The Americans turned and fled. "I'll fetch them back I" shouted Gates. "Hold the enemy till I return." De Kalb smiled as he saw the general depart. "We will see no more of him," he said to Marion, and the Frenchman was right. Two-thirds of the army gone, what could De Kalb do? Just what might have been expected of a man who was so exceptionally brave. "Shall you retreat?" asked Marion.

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A Brave Man's Death. 157 "Retreat, Marion? No, sir! I shall leave this field for heaven or earthly victory." Outnumbered two to one, the brave Continentals rallied round De Kalb, and fought with bravery un precedented. 1 For an hour that little band withstood the whole force of the enemy. De Kalb was everywhere. His sword seemed moved by lighting. With equal fury cannon and muskets were employed by both sides, until the two armies were mixed in al most inextricable confusion. With rage-blackened faces the men plunged on each other with the bayonet, which was surer and quicker than the cannon. The clang of steel drowned the cries of the dying. and a scene of horrible carnage was enacted. De Kalb towered above his men like a Goliath. His sword was wielded with terrible force. On foot~his horse had been shot under him-he fought with the men, never lagging behind nor resting. Maj. Horry said of him in a letter: "All through the battle De Kalb's face was like a red star ; guiding the destructive force of his men ; his voice was like the horn that kindles the young pack in the chase of blood." A grenadier rushed on De Kalb with fixed bayonet. The general parried the blow, and plunged his sword in the soldier's breast. Seizing the musket of his fallen foe, De Kalb used it with terrible execution.

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I 58 A Brave Man's Death. The Americans cheered lustily. They were holding their own despite the odds against them. The British answered the cheers by singing "God Save the King." Cornwallis ordered up more regiments, every man a veteran, and every man fresh and rested. A loud and deep groan burst from the little band of Americans as they saw the reinforcements arrive to strengthen the enemy's forces. The soldiers looked at De Kalb as though they ex pected he might order a retreat. But the grand old warrior.seemed never to tire. A little distance away there was a furious battle round the British colors. A young American was seen struggling against a dozen redcoats. Presently the flag fell, and young Francis Olcott seized it in his hands and ran toward where Gen. Marion was fighting. Bullets fell round him like hailstones, but he ran on, never heeding them. "Save the flag!" shouted Cornwallis, as he saw the daring deed. The fighting was terrific, but the Americans shielded the boy and his captured flag. "Take it, uncle; tell mother-I--" He could say no more. The soul of the young patriot had winged its way to that great land where war is unknown. A bullet had pierced his lungs. For several minutes he had known he was dying,

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A Brave Man's Death. 159 but with indomitable will he had, as it were, refused to die until the captured flag was in Gen. Marion's hands. De Kalb saw it, and the tears filled his eyes. "I cannot thank you, my brave boy; but shall soon do so yonder." His words were prophetic. For, as he turned to cheer on his men, he received eleven wounds. Several men, both British and American, were killed over him as they furiously contended for the mastery. In the midst of the clashing bayonets Capt. du Buy son ran to his general, and shouted, in stentorian tones : "Men I save Gen. de Kalb." The appeal was made to friend and foe alike, and the British officers called off their men while the wounded body of the gallant Frenchman was removed from beneath the pile of dead. He was not dead, but life had but a short lease for him. With his fall the battle ended. The British were successful, not because of superior eourage, but solely by weight of overwhelming numbers. Gen. Marion refused to surrender, and watching an opportunity, he leaped on a horse's back and galloped away. "Are you conscious, general?" asked Capt. du Buyson, as he bent over the general. "Yes. I am, but I am going home." Lord Cornwallis stood looking at the brave man. "Fate has made us enemies, but I admire your cour-

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160 A Brave Man's Death. age," he said, "and would like to have called you friend Believe me, I would rather one of my own officers laid there than you, Gen. de Kalb." "I thank you for your sympathy, general," said the dying man, feebly; "but I die the death I have always prayed for, the death of a soldier fighting for the rights of man." His last moments were spent in dictating a letter to Gen.-in-Chief Washington concerning the Continentals. "I have no words said the le tter, "that can suffi ciently express my love and my admiration for their valor." "He was a brave man," said Cornwallis, "and shall be buried with all the honors of war And so De Kalb, though he died a prisoner, was hon ored by those who had fought against him. And all ages will honor the brave stranger, who, as Washington said : "Came from a distant land to fight their battles, and to water, with his blood, the tree of their liberties." His grave is where he fell, on the blood-stained field of Camden, and every reader of this book who passes within a few miles of that sacred spot should stand by that grave and swear ever to be as faithful to liberty as was the Baron de Kalb.

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CHAPTER XXVII. THIRTY MEN AGAINST A NATION. Gen. Marion galloped some distance before he halted. He was determined to put a bullet through his heart rather than surrender. Voices were heard near by. Were they enemies who were conversing, or friends? Marion got his pistol ready either to defend himself or take his own life. For some few minutes he could not distinguish either the words or recognize the voices, but his heart beat with pleasurable joy when he heard his own name mentioned. "Gen. Marion would never surrender; he is either dead or at liberty," he heard one man say, and another quickly responded : "Would to Heaven he were here now." Marion could resist no longer. "What ho !" he shouted. In the dense thicket of trees was a cabin, and so well was it hidden that Marion had not seen it. 1 A door opened cautiously, and as quickly and quietly closed again. "What ho, friends !" Marion again shouted. "It is his voice; I'd know it anywhere." "Say you so young Sumpter? Then open and bid me welcome," Marion responded, as he heard the words uttered behind the closed door.

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161 Thirty Men Against a Nation. The door was opened, and Marion found himself among friends. Blood-stained and wounded some were, but all loyal and true. Their clothes were ragged, but their hearts were stanch and faithful. Horry was there, so was young Sumpter and Marion Olcott. "What news of your father, lad?" asked the general, of young Olcott. "Alas! uncle, he is buried beneath the pines, with the son he loved so well.'' "We are beaten,'' Horry solemnly exclaimed, wishing to lead the conversation. away from the sad death of Col. Olcott. "Are we?" "Yes, is it not so?" Gen. Marion drew himself up to his full height and struck his head against the rafters. "The English are in possession, truly ; but I am not beaten. Give me a hundred men, and I'll make Corn wallis wish he had never seen Carolina." "A hundred? Will not a less number suffice?" "If I had but one-nay, if I stand alone, I will fight while a drop of blood flows in my veins.'' "Did you speak for me?" asked Horry; "for whither thou goest, I will go.'' 1 "And for me, too.'' "We are all with you, general.'' "Bravo! I have hopes for Carolina yet. Two gal lant armies have marched to our assistance, but both have been lost through the incompetency of the com-

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Thirty Men Against a Nation. 163 manders. That under Lincoln was duped and butch ered at Savannah, and trapped at Charleston, and that under Gates, as we know, has been cut up at Camden. We must rely on ourselves. I will never be a slave. My State may sink with slavery, but it shall never be said that Francis Marion was a consenting party I" "Speak for me, general." "My brave friends," said Marion, "draw your swords Now form a circle, emblematic of our eternal union Point your blades to heaven, the bright throne of Him who made us free, and swear you will never be slaves of Britain !" A thrill of pleasure passed through every heart. All rose to their feet-some had been sitting on the floor-and the oath was taken with splendid spon taneity. "We must have horses." "That's easily managed. Three of us can get thirty of the best cavalry horses which are corralled just be low," said Abram Westford, a gallant cavalryman. "Thirty Would that we had as many men. How many are we, all told?" A roster was made, and twenty-four names were en rolled. West ford was able to prove as good as his word, and before morning light twenty-four good horses, well rested and in good condition, were secured. They had been left in the charge of two Englishmen, one of whom was killed, the other sworn to secrecy. Marion led his men into a swamp, one of the worst in that part of Carolina.

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164 Thirty Men Against a Nation. But there was not an acre of swamp land that the intrepid leader did not know. "Halt!" "Here are wagon tracks," he said; "we shall not long be idle." The scouts sent out by Marion had brought in five more men, good and true so that, with the general, the little army numbered thirty. Late that night the scouts came in at half speed. "What news?" "A British guard, with a number of American pris oners, are on their way to Charleston." "How many prisoners do you suppose there were?" asked the general. "At least two hundred." "And the guard?" "Why, sir, we counted ninety." "Ninety," said Marion, with a smile; "ninety! Well, well well, that will do. And now, gentlemen, if you will stand by me I've a good hope that we thirty will capture that ninety by to-morrow s sunrise." "Lead on, general; we will follow." Soon as the shadows of night were at their darkest the little band went down to the ferry, and the ferry man, thinking they were good loyalists-for the Ameri cans would scarcely dare to show their faces after the defeat they had suffered-took them across. "Your comrades crossed at sundown," said the ferryman. "Indeed; and had they many prisoners?" asked Marion, keeping up the illusion. "And you may well ask. Two hundred of them

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Thirty Men Against a Nation. 165 Hang dog rebels they looked, too; if I had my way I'd have drowned them like rats in the river. The king, God bless him, ought to kill such fellows." "Thou art a good loyalist," said Marion, "and it will go hard with me if I do not remember thy love of King George." "Worthy sir, I am your most obedient servant." "And where didst thou say the troops and their pris oners are quartered?" 1 "And indeed worthy sir, did I not know thee to be a loyal Tory I dare not tell thee, but as thou lovest the king, it is at the 'Blue House' where the troops do rest this night." The man was loquacious and told many a story of the Tories and their doings as he crossed the ferry, and every word was treasured up by Marion, for he knew it would be of use to him. At the tavern known as the "Blue House," the of ficers of the English regiment ordered supper. In the front of the house was a large arbor wherein the topers of the period were wont to spend their even ings and drink their applejack. When Marion arrived near to the house, he placed his men behind a board fence, which obscured them. The British guard ,in the arbor were singing "Britians Strike Home!" but it was easy to tell by the sing ing that only a few minutes would elapse before all would be in a state of intoxication. Marion waited until most were in a drunken stupor. He fancie 0 t he sentries were also drunk, but in that he was mistaken, for they took alarm, and firing their pieces, fled into the yard.

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166 Thirty Men Against a Nation. Swift as lightning Marion s little force e ntered with them, and seizing the i r muskets, which were all stacke d near the gate, made prison e rs of the whole detachm ent without a greater loss of life than three, who res isted and were fatally wounded. The men called loudly for quarter. Evidently they thought Washington and his whole army had swooped down on them. "Where is your captain?" No one had seen him. "Find him, or I'll make every man suffer," cried Marion. The unarmed men searched for their leader but neither among the living or the dead could he be found. "He has escaped us." It was only when the landlord started to light a fire that the gallant Britisher was discovered. The smoke ascended the chimney and down came the captain, all black and grimy with the soot. This very brave Englishman had sought refuge in the chimney. He fell on his knees and begged that his place of concealment would not be made known to his men. "I shall be forever disgraced," he said. Marion laughed at his discomfiture, but out of con sideration for the poor fellow allowed him to was h off the soot and explain for himself where he had hidden. Marion was enthusiastic and full of vim. He thought the two hundred Amenc a ns whom he had liberated from their captors would join him, but to his horror they refused.

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Thirty Men Against a Nation. 167 "Where is the use?" said they, of fighting now, when all is lost? When Marion had gone into that last action, his men had only four rounds of powder and ball, and scarcely a sword that deserved the name. And yet, with onl y four shots available, they attacked ninety well-armed men. Afte r the capture, each of Marion's little band secured two English musk e ts, with bayonets and cartouche boxes, and Horry, Marion and Sumpter obtained a good sword each. Int o the s w amp Marion retreated, and when arrived at Britten's Neck the scouts told him that a band of Tories was marching on Pedee, under a Capt. Barfield. The little band mounted horse, and after a brisk ride of forty miles came upon the encampment at three o'clock in the morning. Capt. Barfield was so surprised that he did not fire a shot, and out of his forty-nine men Marion took thirty prisoners, and five wer e left dead on the field. The arms, ammunition and horses were secured, and the intrepid Marion returned to Brittan's Neck. Maj. Weym i e s, when r e porting those two achieve m ents to Lord Cornwallis, said : "This man, Marion, must be got rid of. We shall never be secure from attack while he lives. He knows t he swamps and every road. He retreats to places w here we cannot follow. He is a regular swamp fox." When Lord Cornwallis read the report, he uttered a few oaths, and asked why W eymies did not himself capture or kill the swamp fox.

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I CHAPTER XXVIII. "WHERE YOU LEAD, WE WILL FOLLOW." Although Lord Cornwallis spoke with almost con tempt, he did not underestimate the danger of Marion's knowledge and tactics. Accordingly, he sent out three companies to attack and capture the Swamp Fox. One of the parties was commanded by Maj. Weymies. The three companies had scarcely started before Marion knew all about them. Marion Olcott had developed extraordinary ability as a scout, and as he was mounted on a good horse, he was able to be of the greatest service to the general. Marion detailed Olcott, Sumpter and Westford to watch the companies and take care to report every move. Horry was anxious. It was no child's play to be attacked by two companies of regulars and one of infuriated Tories. He knew that no quarter would be shown. It would be death to anyone captured. Marion was as cool as he ever was, and SM his horse as unmoved as if no enemies ever troubled him. When the scouts reported the near approach of the troops, the general gave the order to retreat. "Ride toward North Carolina for your lives ; ride

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"Where You Lead." like the mischief I" he shouted, and putting spurs to hii horse he started at a breakneck pace himself. Seeing that his men kept in military order, he shouted back: "Break line; ride for your lives !" It was the first time Horry had ever seen Marion ex.cited, and for once he was suspkious. Could his leader, who was almost worshiped by him be afraid? It looked like it, and yet it was hard to believe. The scouts overtook Marion. They reported that the troops had retired to George-1 lown, and the Tories to Black Mingo. "Hurrah, boys!" shouted Marion. "Halt I" The men reined in their horses, and wondered what raew idea had taken possession of their leader. ''You did ride like mad," he said, "and the ruse was successful. Now rest for half an hour, and then we will dash after the Tories, and my name is not Marion if we do not swamp them at Black Mingo." Those of the soldiers who had been complaining about Marion's retreat now felt humiliated. It was evident the British were outwitted. Exactly to the moment the order was given. "Mount I" The brave fellows who were trying to save a nation from foreign thraldom leaped into the saddles. "On to Black Mingo l No quarter. They are Tories and deserve no grace." It did not take long to overtake the anti-patriotic American Tories. "Fire I"

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"Where You Lead." With what joy Marion's handful of men pulled the triggers of their guns Sumpter's horse got unmanageable, and dashed into the center of the Tories. The young man made good use of his opportunity, though he lost a musket. He had his sword drawn, and as his horse scattered the enemy he swung the blade round his head and dealt many a well-directed blow. The captain of the Tories looked at the young man and offered him some insult. Sumpter sprang upon him with a vehemence that was startling. He had obtained control of his horse, and was in his glory. The captain parried the blows of his young antagon ist for a time, but it would have been as easy to stop a cyclone as to stay the avenging arm of young Harry Sumpter. The captain fell. "Surrender!" cried Sumpter. "Surrender, or share the fate of your leader!" shouted Horry. The Tories could not withstand the onslaught Two-thirds of them were killed or wounded. The balance fled, for it was the only way they could save their lives. They never stopped until they had crossed the Santee River, and entered Georgetown, though the distance was quite twenty miles. ''We need a rest," sighed Marion. "Three such tussels weary horses as well as men," assented Horry.

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"Where You Lead." "You are right. Give the order to ride to Wac-camaw." "But that--" and Horry paused. "Is not a swamp, you would say." "Yes." "No, but we shall be safe for a few days, and we shall get good rest and good food." "Are you sure?" "I can count on the Hugers and Trapiers and Alstons as on myself." And Marion was right. These wealthy men welcomed the little band of heroes right heartily. The swamp foxes were dirty, their clothes ragged, but the welcome they received was warm. Into the grand saloons and parlors they were ushered. Mahogany sideboards, whose panels were as bright as mirrors, dazzled the eyes of these men who had known nothing but the hardest of camp life for so long. But on the sideboards great flagons of amber-colored brandy, and the delicate peach brandy, and large bowls of sugar, and others filled with honey, told of promised juleps and stimulating punches. And when the host led the way into the dining hallfor Marion's men were the guests of Huger that day, and, as all Carolinians knew, his dining hall was big enough for a State convention-tears came into the eyes of those half-starved soldiers, those men who had been living on wild berries and roots for days at a time. On the table were huge dishes of fish, and roasts and

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172 "Where You Lead." boiled meats, turkeys and capons and ducks, flagons of wine, great tankards of home-brewed beer, pastry anci fruit and vegetables-a banquet too good for a king, and all spread for these half-starved, badly clothed and dirty soldiers. Then the ladies sat down with them. Daintily were they dressed, and sweetly did they speak. There was no pride. Yes, there was a pride-that of the right sort-for ladies and their men folk were proud of those rough farmer lads who had taken the sword to save the price less boon of liberty for their land. Then grand old Henri Huger, whose younger broth ers were with Washington, rose and proposed a toast. "After Washington," he said, "Carolina will honor the name of Marion. Let us drink to his long life and continued success." The guests needed no second invitation to drink to such a sentiment. It really seemed that the dinner would never end. The shadows of sunset began to gather before they left the great dining hall. The next day all were the guests of the Trapiers, and on the third they were heartily welcomed by the Alstons, whose eldest son allied himself with Marion and was given a captain's commission. It was dusk on that third day when a thundering knocking shook the door, and a voice was heard ex claiming: "I must see the grea~ Gen. Marion."

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"Where You Lead." 173 "So you shall," answered the general, as he moved toward the door. A young fellow not out of his teens stood, hat in hand, waiting. "Well, my son, what do you want with me?" "Why, sir--general," replied the youth, "daddy sent me down to let you know that there is to be a mighty gathering of the Tories, in our parts to-morrow night." "Ay, indeed! and whereabouts, my boy, may your parts be?" The boy blushed at the question, and with pride try-ing to overmaster his confusion, answered : "I thought everyone knew daddy." Gen. Marion liked the lad's pride, and humored him. "I have a strange fancy your father lives on the Pedee, and a goodly way up." "I reckoned you knew him." "Of course." "By jing I but it is a long ride, a matter of seventy miles, clean away up the little Pedee." "Tell your father I will be there." "Oh, general, try to meet them! To be sure, heart's alive, you must, general, for daddy says you must smash the Tories to-morrow night, for they are meeting on purpose to come away down after you." "After me?" "Yes, by jing, general And you had better keep a sharp lookout, for the Tories have been to Georgetown, and brought up a matter of two wagon loads of great English muskets. I can turn my thumb in them easily. Th~y have a 'tamal sight of pistols and swords and

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174 "'Twas an Easy Victory." baggenets and saddles and bridles, and la general, they will be a tough lot to meet." Well, tell your daddy that I may have some of them fine things to-morrow night." Alston gave the boy good entertainment and a fresh horse, and bade hirp. ride with great speed but not to say he had seen Marion. "Men!" said the general "get ready for a long ride; we have the toughest work on hand we have encoun tered yet." "Hurrah! Where you lead we will follow I" answered Harry Sumpter. CHAPTER XXIX. "THANK GOD, 'TWAS AN EASY VICTORY." "Harass the enemy, Horry, that will be my plan," said Marion, as he rode forth at the head of a small army of sixty men. It was a long ride undertaken by that in t repid band. The thirty had been doubled at Alston s, for the en thusiasm of Marion's brigade had been too much for the younger men to withstand and they had enlisted under the brave chief's banner. Before daybreak Marion had led his little troop into a swamp, and it was then, in answer to Horry's ques tion of intention, that Marion had declared his purpose.

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"'Twas an Easy Victory." 175 "Harass the enemy, and make a score of men more powerful than an army in the field. "Do you think we can effectually harass Corn wallis?" "Yes. We can make the Tories squirm, and then they will cease to aid the English; gain that, and the English army will not stay long." "Well, captain, what is it?" General Marion had been saluted by Capt. Jackson, who, when abruptly questioned, blurted out: My men say you have lost the way." "Indeed?" "Yes, you are entering a swamp which is im penetrable and uncrossable." "Who says so?" "All my men I" "Do you think the Tories believe that?" asked Marion, coolly. "Everyone in these parts believe it, because they know." Turning to Horry, Marion smiled, and asked him what he thought. "I will go with you wherever you lead," was the major's answer. "Good. Now, captain, Maj. Horry is very well satisfied to follow my lead ; he has been with me for years. How many marches have you taken with me?" "This is the first, general." "I thought so. Do you know what I am called?" "I have heard. "What is it?" "The Swamp Fox."

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176 "'Twas an Easy Victory." "You are right You can follow me or return--which shall it be?" "We will follow you, Gen. Marion." "You do well. But there is danger." "I fear no danger, general." "That sounds well, but there must be no drawing back after we get into the swamp." "We will follow to the death, general.'' The sun had not risen when Marion and his men arrived near the rendezvous of the Tories. To avoid giving alarm, the general ordered his men to lay snug in the swamp on an oasis he had found. In fact, never once did his men get into the quag mire, so thoroughly conversant was Marion with the marsh. He selected two men who were not known in the district to go forward and act as scouts and spies. They were to stay by the roadside and report all that went forward. There was no excitement about Marion. He was always cool and calm. No one could imagine that he ever knew what fear was. All day he stayed quietly in the swamp, talking to the men, telling them yams and st~ries of the Cherokee war, and of everything save the danger which con fronted them. But what he said all tended to make them braver and more resolute. It was evening before the two scouts returned "What news ?" "Hundreds of armed men, horse and foot, hav..: passed along the road.''

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"'Twas an Easy Victory." 177 "Hundreds?" "Yes, general." "And armed ?" "Yes, with bright shining swords and guns." "Then Cornwallis must have armed them. We will be ready." At the time Marion was receiving the report of his scouts, the Tories, several hundred in number, had en camped in the woods and prepared to enjoy themselves. They lighted three camp fires, and so certain were they that Marion was many miles away that they did not even post a sentry. Good beer, excellent peach brandy, and pure grape wine was copiously consumed; parties were formed for cards, and instead of an army on the eve of a battle, they appeared like jovial picnickers. "Here's to Marion's confusion I" exclaimed Maj. Manton, as he raised his glass. "Here's to his death I" responded another. A hearty laugh greeted the sentiment, for there was nothing which could have afforded more amusement to them than the thought of the way they were going to annihilate Marion and his men. "The Whigs," said Manton, "must share the same fate." "Alston, especially." "Yes; we will march to-morrow, and at nightfall we will surround Alston's house, and bag every one of them. It will be glorious!" ''You will be knighted by the king, Manton." "Not likely; my poor services-" "Bosh I The king will make you governor, at least."

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178 'Twas an Easy Victory." "Will they resist?" asked a young squire, who had only half-heartedly joined the Tories. "Resist! Why, the man is a coward. If he found himself surrounded he would surrender without a blow." "I do not think so." "Don't you? Well, I do; but he will never have the chance to resist. We will bag him and his men before they know where they are." The card parties were getting hilarious. "Huzza I that is my trick I I'll clean you out before morning." "Another hand ?" "I should say so." And in revelry and pleasure the majority of the Tories indulged on that early evening. The commissariat was not neglected. Three pigs, good fat fellows, and six turkeys were being roasted, while piles of good Johnny cakes were being made ready for the march. The brandy passed round freely, and never did an army better enjoy itself. Marion was near enough to know what was going on. He was never in a hurry, but always knew just when to strike. Dividing his sixty men into three companies, he or dered them to be stationed, one opposite each fire. At an agreed upon signal, all were to fire. Manton was on his feet proposing another toast"Confusion to Marion"-when the Swamp Fox gave the signal, and instantly sixty guns blazed forth.

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"'Twas an Easy Victory." 179 The woods were lighted up as if by a flash of lightning, followed by a quick, sharp thunder clap. The Tories knew not what to make of it. Twenty-three of their number had been killed, and ore than that wounded. Then there was a general stampede. They stood not on the order of their going, but leaped into their saddles-at least such of them as were not too frightened to unfasten their horses. Others ran as fast as their legs would move ; but thirteen were so thoroughly alarmed that they could not stir The rout was complete. Marion was still cool and collected. Victory did not elate him unduly, neither did temporary defeat discourage him. "Gather in the spoils," was the order passed along. The men set to work. One hundred and three horses, all with new English saddles and bridles, were first secured. Eighty-four stand of arms1 all new and highly bur nished. Ammunition and baggage in plenty, and not one death, not one wounded man among the patriots. So startled were the Tories that they left everything. "Gather up the dead." One man had been shot with the cards in his hand. He had been playing "high, low, jack and the game." And he held the ace, deuce and jack of trumps. In the sight of victory in the game he was shot down, and, as Horry writes in his history of the time: "Marion

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180 'Twas an Easy Victory." came down with a trump that spoiled his sport and nonsuited him forever." When the dead had been removed, the three roasted pigs and the six turkeys w e re looked after. Marion s men had ridden seventy miles and ha eaten nothing since the night before No wonder they looked upon the supper their enemies had provided with comfortable feelings. "Ah, this brandy!" exclaimed Marion, as Maj. Horry told him half a barrel had been captured, "this brandy was the worst foe the Tories had. I'll take care it shall be no foe to us." He gave each man half a pint, and ordered the balance under guard. How differently did the patriots act to the Tories! After the victory sentries were placed on guard as though an attack was expected, military discipline was enforced and no laxity penhitted. The wounded had their wants attended to and wounds dressed. The dead were buried and when all was over Marion sat down and wrote a full account to Washington, con cluding with the words: "The great God be praised we had an easy victory. But then we had sixty patriots, and the enemy did not number more than a hundred and fifty horsemen and a hundred foot, and they were on the wrong side." He did not seem to think that the odds of four to one were anything out of the ordinary when the minority had right on its side. On the fifth day after the victory, Gov. Rutledge sent a general's commission to Marion-he had only

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"'Twas an Easy Victory." 181 been called general by courtesy-and the rank of colonel for Maj. Horry. Rutledge was an aristocrat and adhered to old-time forms, which appeared very oompous and ridiculous to Marion, who was simplicity personified. "Huzza !' cried Horry. "Now you are recognized, my general, and the country knows your worth." "Bah! It is too pompous for me. Why could not the governor declare that on and after this date I was a brigadier-general instead of all this palaver about the country from river to river and from the moun tains to the sea? It was like the very first commission I ever had, which commenced by saying that George III. was, 'by the grace of God, king of Great Britain, France and Ireland et cetera,' whereas he dare not set his foot in France and is cordially hated in Ireland." "But, general, you know the governor loves his country." "I know that and so do I. But I don't want any palaver about it." "And you are right we want no titles, no ceremonies, we want a republic where all are equal," assented Horry, with earnest fervor

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OIAPTER XXX. "THE SWAMP FOX WILL AVENGE us." This defeat of the Tories caused the greatest con sternation in the ranks of the British. Cornwallis "let loose his dogs of war" to pillage and kill anything or anyone suspected of being favorable to the American cause. He issued a general order in which he gave instruc tions "to punish all who had aided or succored Marion with the greatest rigor; their whole property must be taken from them or destroyed. I have ordered," con tinued the English general, "that every militiaman who had borne arms with us, and had afterward joined the enemy, should be immediately hanged." When Marion read the proclamation he was over joyed. "That's right, my noble Briton he exclaimed. "Huzza I Show them no quarter I break their backs, and bum their houses I Cut them across the face, blind and disfigure them, and then they will know their fate." "Do you think Cornwallis means it?" asked Capt. Alston. "Means it? Yes, of course he means it. He will kill all of you he captures. And the more he kills the sooner will the people rise and assert their freedom." "Faix an' is the great gineral about the place?" asked an Irishman, who was a stranger in the locality.

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"The Swamp Fox Will Avenge Us." 183 "Who it is you want ?" "Want, is it? Sure, an' I'd loike to know if any wan would tramp a mather ov fifthy moiles to see any wan but the great Gineral Marion, whom the saints pre sarve.'' "My name is Francis Marion." "Is it jokin' ye are?" "I am Gen. Marion." "T'under an turf! but I'd expect to foind a man loike the blissid St. Patrick, whose head was as high as the clouds ; sure an' is it the thruth ye are afther tcllin' me?" Marion was not offended. He smiled at the man s suspicions. "Horry." "Yes, general." "Will you tell our Hibernian friend who you are?" "Surely. I am Peter Horry, colonel in the Army of Independence, and own brother to Hugh Horry, one of the best gentlemen in Carolina.'' "And who am I, Horry?" "Surely everyone knows that you are the greatest general in the South, the Washington of Carolina, whom your father named Francis Marion." Thereupon the Irishman fell flat on his face. It was unintentional. He made a salaam so very low that he overbalanced himself and fell on his face But like a true Irishman he did not lose his self-con trol or presence of mind. "Sure, an' the greatness of yer honor's presence was

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184 "The Swamp Fox Will Avenge Us." too much for me entirely !" he exclaimed, as he rose to his feet. "And you wanted to see me?" "I've tramped a good fifty moiles to see your honor. An' it's meself as is proud of that same." "What did you want to see me for?" "Arrah, it's meself as had almost forgotten, but it's down on the Black River that wan Britisher, bad cess to him, whose name-though whether he was iver bap tized in the holy church I don't know-but he calls himself Kernel Tynes--" "Col. Tynes; I have heard of him." "Well, by St. Pathrick I but it's himself as is raising the devil's own ruction wid the Tories he has got together." "Raising a ruction? Explain what you mean!" "Sure, an' he an' Cornwallis are as thick as bees in a hive, an' wan day whin they were together, as snug as a bug in a rug, begorra, didn't I hear the same Tynes say as how in three days he wad take your honor's head to the Britisher on a charger, loike the blissid St. John was taken to Herod?" "You think he is gathering a force to attack me?" "Bedad, he has gathered it, do you mind, an' by to-morrow night he'll be on his way to attack." "How many men has he?" "Sure an' I didn't count them, but I am afther thinkin' he must have a pile av men." "We will see to the colonel. Will you stay with us until we hear from him ?" That was just what Paddy wished, only he desired

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"The Swamp Fox Will Avenge Us." 185 above everything to possess a gun and belong to Marion's men. "Sure an' I wad, only it's meself as have got no gun, bad luck to it, for a gun in me hands 'as a way av goin' off an' hurtin' a Tory if wan is near." And so Sharon McDermott enrolled himself in the army of deliverance, which had now increased to nearly ninety men, including the officers. The order to march was given, and for fifty miles across country, through swamps deemed impenetrable and woods so dense that the light of the sun could not penetrate the foliage, did Marion take the brave men who were as earnest in their patriotism as himself. It was near night when the camp fire of the Tories was discernible. Capt. Alston had asked to be allowed to reconnoiter, and he got so close to Col. Tynes and his hundred and fifty Tories that he could hear what was being said. "This fellow Marion dies to-morrow night," said Tynes. "Where is he?" "On the Pedee, about fifty-five miles from here in a bee line." "We are to attack him ?" "Attack!" shouted Tynes,. forgetting his usual cau tion ; "we must squelch him, kill him, kill all his band, or the British will be driven out of the country." When Capt. Alston returned, Marion smiled at the report. "We will attack to-night. Give the order to march at one o'clock." After an hour's sleep the men were at work groom-

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186 "The Swamp Fox Will Avenge Us.' ing their horses and getting ready for one more tussle with the enemy. It was just one hour after midnight when the men were in marching order. For nearly twenty miles the march was through a swamp, and the path so narrow that Marion's men had to go in single file. The Tories were sleeping soundly. Thefr dreams might have been about Marion, but they had no idea he was so near. The roar of Marion's guns woke the sleeping Tories. As they jumped to their feet the little band of patriots was among them, hewing them down without mercy. "Marion forever !" "The Swamp Fox will avenge us if we fall!" The same result followed this bold attack. Thirty-three Tories were killed. Forty-six prisoners were taken, and the rest escaped. Young Sumpter had the honor of capturing Col. Tynes himself. A hundred horses and all the baggage and ammuni tion fell into Marion's hands. Thus did he strike consternation into the ranks of the British and their American allies.

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CHAPTER XXXI. KIDNAPING. Col. Horry, with Capt. Sumpter, Lieut. Marion Olcott, and about thirty privates, was commissioned to strike across country and inflict some damage on the enemy in the vicinity of Georgetown. The little party had not proceeded far before they saw a chair being carried by four negroes, and guarded by six British officers. "It is strange," said Horry. "Some beautiful girls are being kidnaped," sug gested Sumpter, who was young and very impression able. "Find out, Sumpter." The young captain was an excellent scout. He was able to get almost close to the enemy without being seen by them. The thought of beauty in distress was a new incen tive to vigilance. Cautiously he approached the chair, and soon learned that two girls were inside; but evidently they were willing captives. He reported to Horry. "We will bag the six officers, anyway." But before the patriots could reach the chair they were discovered, and with very little gallantry the British rode away, leaving the ladies protected only by the negroes.

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188 Kidnaping. "Ladies, pardon this intrusion," said Horry gallantly, "but as your escorts have deserted you, please allow us to take their place." Who are you, sir?" "I am Col. Horry--" Horry was interrupted by such a fit of screaming and shrieking that it seemed absolutely impossible two such lovely, frail creatures could make such a noise. "What hurts you?" asked the colonel, but they screamed all the more. "Take us home; oh! what shall we do?" "I will see that you reach home-" "Go away, you bad man; don't kill us, we never fought you." "Kill you, my dear lady? I would rather kill myself." The negroes had raised the chair and began to move away. They were evidently intending to return home. "Well, well, well! what shall we do? Chase the British or capture two girls and four niggers?" asked Horry, as he conversed with Sumpter, but of course he expected no answer. ''We must eat something," Sumpter asserted a little tater, "and methinks yonder house ought to give us food and hospitality." "March I" When the hoqse was reached, what did the patriots see but the very sedan chair in which the ladies had been. Nothing abashed, Horry entered the house and asked for food.

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Kidnaping. One of the ladies, still magnificently dressed, rose to her feet and confronted the patriot. "Eat-yes, if I had my way you should eat and drink, you and the Swamp Fox; but I would prepare the food for sou. The cakes which I can make are palatable, but" -and her eyes glared as she spoke"but I would put poison in my cakes, and a more deadly poison in your cups. Yes, I would let you eat and drink as much as you pleased, and I would help to dig your graves afterward !" Her eyes flashed with the fury of hate as she spoke. She meant what she said. It would have gone hard with the patriots had she been able to carry her wishes into execution. But behind her, as shll spoke, was an elderly lady. She looked benevolent and calm, though she shud dered as she heard the younger one speak. Horry thought she motioned him to leave the house. As she did so, the young vixen hurled after him her anathemas. "You, sir, are one of Marion's men?" Horry turned and saw that it was the elderly lady who had followed him I "Yes, dame." "And I wish you Godspeed. I am a Whig." "But--" "I know whereof you would speak. She is my guest. I dare not stay her tongue, or I might be visited by the British, and lose all my property. I would give you food if I dared." "Zounds, dame I" cried Horry, "but we will make thee give us food !"

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Kidnaping. And as he spoke he quietly nudged the lady, and she understood his intent. She ran into the house, and the colonel summoned his men. "To arms! Follow me!" The men marched into the house. "Madam, in the name of the country, we demand food for ourselves and our horses. Refuse at your peril. We are not cutthroats, but we must have food. And as for yonder lovely fury" -pointing to the .one who had uttered such strong sentiments-"we will hold her as a hostage. So, food, and the best of it." It was astonishing how quickly the lady of the house gave orders to have plenty of good oats furnished to the horses, while the tables were spread for the officers and soldiers inside. As for the captive, she kicked and struggled and bit the soldiers who were trying to hold her. "Young lady," said Horry, gallantly, when the tables were groaning under the weight of provisions, "you would not invite us to feed, but we do you, nay, you shall be our honored guest,.and seated between myself and Capt. Sumpter, you shall grace our table with your presence." "I will not." "Yes, you will. Men, see that this most estimable young lady is seated." With gentle force they lifted her to the stool indicated, and stood behind her with drawn swords. It was terrible to her to have to sit with those she hated. But there was no escape.

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Kidnaping. It seemed an unfair advantage, but Horry did not want her to be free to give the enemy the alarm. She became apparently reconciled after a short time. Soon she jested with her host and indulged in a bright passage of words with Sumoter. Had she really softened toward those she had cursed, or was she playing a part? She was exceedingly gracious and pleasant One thing puzzled the company. Where was her sister or friend? Sumpter ventured to inquire. "She was so upset when the British soldiers fled that she went to her room with a headache," was the an swer. It seemed reasonable. Plausible as it was, it did not deceive Horry, who more than once managed to convey to his men the necessity of being ready to guard against a surprise. It was well that the caution was accepted. The men were feeling better after their repast. It was late in the evening, and the dining room was lighted by great home-made candles which stood in a heavy candelabra in the center of the table. The feast was over, and the men were leaning back on their stools, well satisfied with themselves, when the young lady rose, and with gracious manner im;isted on filling every cup with wine. As she had no chance to poison it, none were afraid. To disann suspicion, as she filled Sumpter's cup, she, with a pleasing coquetry, took the cup in her hand, raised it to her lips, and drank the wine.

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Kidnaping. She laughed merrily, and vowed he should have no more. He answered back that the glance of her eyes was pleasanter than the most luscious wine. "Thy compliment hath saved thee. I will fill thy cup." She did so as she spoke and suddenly saw that Lieut. Olcott, who was seated near the center of the table, had no wine. "How could I pass thee?" she asked ; "there are pretty maidens who would say thy comeliness had dazzled my e y es, but it is not so." She filled the cup, and listened. A bird was whistling in the trees outside; its merry twittering was what attracted her. Presently the sound was taken up by a mocking bird. In a loud voice she cried, almost indignantly : "Is nothing sacred? Must thy voice be ever heard mocking even the pretty songsters of the night." The mocking bird answered shrilly. Horry, however was not deceived. "To arms, men!" he shouted But the young girl had knocked over the candelabra. When the feast had been preparing the girl who was supposed to be suffering from headache had gone to the British camp alone. Quickly she had devised a code of signals with her sister, and had left to fulfill her dangerous mission. The hoste ss was a true Whig, and knew nothing of intended treachery.

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Kidnaping. 193 The lights were extinguished, and the room was filled with British soldiers. It was impossible to tell friend from foe, and only a few wild and savage blows were struck. "Surrender!" shouted an unmistakable Englishman, but as no answer was given his sword swooped down, and as it crashed through the bones of some human being a cry of anguish was heard. When the candles were relighted, Horry's men were all outside. The soldiers saw but one dead body, that of the young girl who had acted so treacherously at the banquet. She had been cut down by her own friends. It was her cry of anguish as her soul left the body which sounded so awful in the ears of the British officer. He had killed her. Killed the girl he loved-the girl to whom his life had been pledged. She had fallen from a sword cut, and it was her lover's hand which had dealt the blow. The sight was too much for him. He leaned over the dead body and wept. He cared not for Marion and his men ; he had but one thought, he had killed his own betrothed. Outside he heard the clash of steel and the crack of the muskets. He knew that his duty was with his comrades. But he could not leave. Her blood had flowed in a pool on the floor, and in that he knelt.

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194 Kidnaping. His sword was still wet with her life-blood. He called her by name. She could not answer. "This is not war!" he murmured, "it is murder, and I am the murderer." His anguish was greater than he could bear. Once he heard his name mentioned outside, where the fight was waging with savage fury. He rose to go to his duty. His foot slipped. He fell across his loved dead, and a new resolve filled his mind. "Why should we part?" he asked himself. "We will not. We will not! Our blood shall mingle, and our souls shall be united. The hand which shed your blood shall spill mine. Dearest, I join thee." And with a smile on his face he grasped his sword and ran it through his heart. He fell across her, and their blood did mingle. The clashing of the swords outside was terrible, but the tragedy enacted inside told a tale sad enough to make the sternest weep. Horry drove back the British and re-entered the house. He saw the dead lovers, and intuitively read the story. "As they have died, so shall they be buried. Their blood has mingled in death, their dust shall mingle in the grave." And Horry ordered that the two should be lifted reverently and placed together in mother earth.

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CHAPTER XXXII. TRUE GREATNESS. Day after day Marion and his men so thoroughly harassed the enemy that Lord Cornwallis was put to his wits' end to circumvent the Americans. "He is a regular Swamp Fox," said Cornwallis, "and I would like to know more of him." The British officer was destined to know more of Marion before long. So many prisoners had been taken by Marion that Cornwallis was getting shorthanded. He accordingly arranged for an exchange, and as Marion's commission entitled him to treat for the ex change of all prisoners taken from the mountains to the sea, he had an opportunity of recruiting his ranks as well as getting rid of a number of noncombatants who had to be fed. The arrival of a flag of truce from Lord Cornwallis was a momentous event to the patriot's army. The usual formalities were observed. The bearer was blindfolded, and conducted to Marion's presence. When the bandage was removed the British officer saw the redoubtable Swamp Fox. Instead of a stout, tall, sturdy warrior in bright colored regimentals, he told his colonel that he had seen "a swarthy, smoke-dried little man, with scarce enough f of threadbare homespun to cover his nakedness."

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True Greatness. "Zounds, sir, it was assumed to deceive you Or, perhaps, this fellow likes to be singular. His men, what of them? Were they, too, as eccentric?" "The soldiers were just a handful of sunburned, yel low-legged militia men, some roasting potatoes and some asleep, with their black firelocks and powder horns lying by them on the logs." "And these are the men who are so invincible!" ex claimed the colonel. When Marion had read the messenger's letter he speedily arranged for the exchange to be made. The Englishman was about to leave. "Oh, no!" said Marion, "this is about our hour for dining, and I hope, sir, that you will give us the pleasure of your company to dinner." At the mention of the word dinner the Englishman's mouth watered, for he was hungry. His comrades had been placed on short rations and he thought, as did many, that the patriots were living on the fat of the land. But when he looked round he could see nothing but the potatoes which the men were roasting. No pot or pan, Dutch oven or any cooking utensils whatever. But he accepted the invitation, for he was hungry. "Come, Tom," said the general to one of the men, "we have a guest to dinner to-day. Let us have it soon." Torn was not long in preparing dinner, for it con sisted only of a heap of sweet potatoes, that were very snugly roasting under the embers. Tom, with his pine stick poker deftly released the

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True Greatness. 197 potatoes from the ashes, pinching them to see if they were sufficiently roasted. Then he cleansed them of the ashes, by blowing them, and if that was not sufficient he brushed the skins with the sleeve of his ragged cotton shirt. The largest and finest potatoes he placed on a piece of bark and put on a tree stump between the English officer and Marion. The redcoat looked at the dinner and involuntarily sighed. "I fear, sir, that this is not as good a dinner as you are in the habit of eating, but it is the best I have to offer." The officer bowed and took up one of the potatoes and tried to eat it, as though it were a great dainty; but without salt or butter it did not taste good to him. Hungry as he undoubtedly was, the dry potato was too much for him, and he laid it down, his face be coming as bright as his coat. "I was just thinking," he said, "how long our men would stand this kind of fare if the government offered it." "I suppose it is not equal to your usual style of din ing?" said Marion. "No, by Jove I We are on short rations now, but we do get meat and often soup, and sometimes the boys get plumduff as a desert. But this is only an ac cident." "An accident?" "Yes, a lenten dinner, or, as we say in England, a banyan. You do not always live like this?"

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True Greatness. "No, generally worse," answered the general, "for often we do not get enough even of potatoes." "Great Jupiter!" exclaimed the Englishman, "but perhaps, as we say, 'what you lose in meal you gain in malt;' in other words, though half starved, you draw noble pay." "Not a cent, sir," re r lied Marion. "Not a cent." "By Jove I how do you stand it?" "It is a matter of principle, sir." "Principle be hanged Do you think King George could get men to do all the fighting and not draw any pay, and get nothing to eat but potatoes? I'll be hanged if he could !" It was then that Marion showed his true greatness. His swarthy face lighted up as the Englishman had not seen it before. "Why, sir," answered Marion, "the heart is all. If King George possessed your hearts, you would fight cheerfully even on a potato diet." "No, no, Gen. Marion ? that I must deny!" "When a man is interested he will do and suffer any thing. Many a youth would think it hard to be in dentured at a trade for fourteen years. But let him be overhead and ears in love with such a beauteous sweetheart as Rachel, and he will think no more of fourteen years' servitude than did Jacob. That is just my case. I am in love." ''You in love, general?" asked the Englishman. "Yes, I am in love, and I have the most beautiful sweetheart; her name is Liberty. "Be that beauteous nymph my companion, and these

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True Greatness. 199 wilds and woods have charms beyond London or Paris in slavery. "To have no proud monarch driving over me with his gilt coaches ; nor his host of excise men and tax gatherers insulting and robbing me; but to be my own master, my own prince and sovereign, gloriously pre serving my national dignity, and pursuing my true hap piness; planting my vineyards and eating the luscious fruits, sowing my fields and reaping the golden grain; and seeing millions of brothers all around me, equally free and happy as myself. This, sir, is what I long and fight for." The English officer had but seldom listened to such eloquence, simple yet grand, earnest and persuasive. "As a man and a Briton, I must say your picture is a happy one." "Happy !" quoth Marion ; "yes, happy indeed And I would rather fight for such blessings for my country, and feed on roots, than keep aloof, though wallowing in all the luxuries a Solomon could bestow. "Now, sir, I walk the soil that gave me birth, and exult in the thought that I am not unworthy of it. "I look upon these venerable trees around me, and feel that I do not dishonor them. I think of my sacred rights, and I rejoice that I have not basely deserted them. "And when I look forward, sir, to the long ages of posterity, I glory in the thought that I am fighting their battles. "The children of distant generations may never hear my name, but still it gladdens my heart to think that I

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2.00 True Greatness. am now contending for their freedom, and all its count less blessings." The Englishman put out his hand. "We are enemies, said he, "but as a man I acknowl edge you are right, and I would to God my country would let you go y our own way. "It will, sir, and before long. A day will come-I see it through the mists--when England will honor us for this struggle, and when Englishmen will bow before the name of our great general, George Washing ton." "I am afraid not. Even now I fear that Washington is a prisoner "A prisoner!" "I have heard so." "What of that, sir? What of that?" "It wiII be the death blow to y our revolution." "Ah, no sir; don't deceive yourself. The cause of liberty do e s not depend on any one man. Wash ington may die, and a dozen will spring up to take his place." The Englishman bade Marion adieu. When he met his colonel he was looking sad. "What is the matter?" asked Col. Watson. "Zounds man, you look serious." "I have cause, sir," he replied "to look serious." "What has Gen. Marion refused to treat?" "No, sir." "What then ? Has Washington escaped and defeated Sir Henry Ointon, and broken up our army?" "Worse that that, sir. "Zounds What could be worse?"

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How the British Were Outgeneraled. 201 "Why, sir, I have seen an American general and his officers, without pay, and almost without clothes, living on roots and drinking water; and all for liberty I What chance have we against such men?" "You talk treason, sir; beware!" "Not treason, but sense And the young officer never rested until he had thrown up his commission and le ft the British service. When the clouds of war had blown over he told Marion that he could never again live under a monarchy. He bought an estate in Carolina, and married arr American Several of his descendants have at times distinguished themselves, and more than one has occupied the guber natorial chair. The seed sown by Gen Marion fell on good growid and bore most excellent fruit. CHAPTER XXXIII. HOW THE BRITISH W E RE OUTGENERALED Marion did not wait for the exchange of prisoners to be effected. He left Col. Horry to attend to that business and pushed forward in pursuit of a detachment of British who were marching up Black River toward Camden. The advance consisting of bright fellows unqer command of young Sumpter, came up with them and

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202 How the British Were Outgeneraled. instantly began to skirmish with the enemy, of whom they killed nine and wounded several more. A few on both sides were taken prisoners. Marion called off his troops, meaning to engage the enemy in the morning. But he was disappointed, for the British had struck their tents and pushed off in silence before daybreak. The order was given to pursue, but the result was far different to that anticipated. Marion called to see an old lady whose friendship for the cause of liberty, and for himself personally, was well known. "At another time I should have been glad to see you,'' she said; ''but now I wish, Francis Marion, that you had not come." "I thought my welcome would never wear out." "Neither has it, but come this way." The old lady led the general into the great kitchen and dining rooms. The floors were covered with wounded soldiers, sev eral being Marion's own men, and in attendance was an English surgeon. "Maj. Muckleworth ordered it,'' she said, "and paid for their keep until they were we1l enough to leave." "Who is Maj. Muckleworth ?" asked Marion. "The English officer in command. He came here with all his men, and had breakfast yesterday. Last night he brought the wounded here and see" the old lady pulled a handful of golden coins from her pocket -"he gave me all these. I told him I was his prisoner, but he answered, 'No, my good woman, I do not make war on widows.' He is a good man, and said the

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How the British Were Outgeneraled. 203 Americans were to be as well cared for as the English." Marion thought over this Christian act, and exclaimed to Capt. Alston : "I feel that I am going to fight my own brother." When he overtook the British his men began firing. The enemy was entirely in his power, but for once Marion's heart was not in his work. "Stop firing!" Waving a white flag he approached the British officer. "Maj. Muckleworth ?" "Yes ; are you Gen. Marion ?" "I am." "I am pleased to see you. Have you come to ask me to surrender? You must know, sir, that Maj, Muckleworth never surrenders." "Major, I have come to thank you for your Chris tian conduct down at the farm. You are a brother, and I cannot fight you; good-day." The enemies shook hands, Marion's men marched away, and for once the redoubtable Swamp Fox stayed his hand when victory was within reach. "If all the English were like you, major, and all the Americans like Marion, there would be no war," said the English officer's aide. "You are right, Smith; but alas, few men remember their manhood when engaged in war." Although Marion refused to capture or fight Maj. Muckleworth, he was not go in g to retire from the war. The Tories were getting des perate. Col. Tarleton declared that nothing but burning

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204 How the British Were Outgeneraled. down every farmhouse would cause the people to re linquish the fight. Maj. W eymies very emphatically asserted that every woman's throat should be cut and every child bayoneted, or England would have no peace. "Ha! ha I ha I" laughed Maj. Will Cunningham; "and then what will you do? You could not exist without pretty girls." "I would import them." And the Tories, fired by such creatures as Lord North had sent out to America wearing officers' uni forms, carried on a guerilla warfare against their own people with remorseless vigor. But Marion was ready to fight them with their own weapons. Marion established a system of scouts which gave him absolute knowledge of all that was transpiring. He had a number of young men, who were accus tomed to hunting, and therefore daring riders, and these he stationed in the neighborhood of those places where the British and Tories were likely to congregate. These young men were instructed to find out by any means within their reach the intended movement of the British. They then mounted and pushed off at full speed to the nearest of a chain of posts established at short and convenient distances with fleet horses ready saddled and bridled, to bear the intelligence with equal speed, the first to the second, the second to the third and so on until Gen. Marion was reached. Exasperated almost beyond endurance, Lord Corn wallis determined to surprise Marion at the old place

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How the British Were Outgeneraled. 2.05 of retreat, Snow's Island; and thus to break him up completely and perhaps destroy him. To this end he selected Cols. Doyle and Watson, and commissioned them to effectually destroy the Swamp Fox. He gave them a heavy force of cavalry and infantry, and bade them seize and hold the lower bridge over the Black River, and thereby imprison Marion and his men. The American scouts frustrated this maneuver. Marion knew in time of the intended move. At the head of his force of mounted riflemen, now increased to a hundred and forty, he pushed forward to the bridge and crossed it. Quietly but quickly the bridge was destroyed, and Marion s men hidden in the swamp to await the ap proach of the British. In a short time Watson's troops arrived and camped on the hill, just beyond the swamp. So thoroughly unapprehensive of danger were they that two of the soldiers went down to the river for water. Instantly two shots left two guns, held by two of Marion's sharpshooters, and the Englishmen fell. One was dead, the other badly wounded, but he shouted and cried for help so loudly that several of his countrymen went to his assistance; but as soon as they were within range Marion's men used them as targets, and none escaped. Col. Watson sent a messenger, with a flag of truce, to Marion. "Why, sir," said the English officer, "you must com -

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106 How the British Were Outgeneraled. rnand a horde of savages, who delight in nothing but murder. I can't cross a swamp or a bridge, but I am waylaid and shot at as if I were a mad dog. Even my sentries are fired at and killed on their posts. Why, my God, sir this is not the way Christians ought to fight." Marion listened patiently, and with wonderful calm ness replied that he was sorry that his mode of fighting was so unchristian; "but, sir, said he, "from what I know of them, British officers should be the last men on earth to preach a}:>out honor and humanity." "Sir I" "I repeat, and I will prove it. For men to come three thousand miles to plunder and hang an innocent peo ple, and then to tell that people how they ought to fight, betrays an ignorance and impudence which I fain would hope had no parallel in the history of man." Raising his voice a little, his eyes flashing with pas sionate patriotism, he co~tinued : "For my part, I always believed, ~nd still believe, that I shall be doing God and my country good service by surprising and killing such men, while they continue such diabolical warfare, as I would the wolves and panthers of the forest." That ended the conversation. Col. Watson had the alternative of retreating or surrending. He accepted the former, though he lost nearly half his men. He honestly admitted to Cornwallis that Marion had outgeneraled him. "Why, general!" he exclaimed, "this Marion won't

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Triumph of Liberty. 'J.07 fight like anyone else ; his men won t sleep and fight like gentlemen; but, like savages, they are eternally firing and whooping round at night as well as day, and one expects that every tree hides one of Marion's men." CHAPTER XXXIV. TRIUMPH OF LIBERTY. Such a system of warfare was tiring, and some of Marion's men got weary. A few desertions took place, but the majority, remained true. Horry eloquently harangued them, and while he ad mitted that they were almost naked, half-starved and never likely to get any remuneration for their services, still they must remember they were fighting for liberty. But even Harry's eloquence would not have been sufficient to hold the weary troopers who composed Marion's ragged regiment together, had it not been for the incessant cruelty practiced by the British. Adam Cusac, of Williamsburg, was surprised in his own house by Maj. Weymies, who tore him away from his shrieking wife and children, and after the insult of a sham trial, had him condemned and hung. Then there were the two boys, Kit Gales and Sam Dinkins. They were pursued and captured in the house of a .Whig friend near the hills at Santee. Their captors hurried them to Lord Rawdon, who

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208 Triumph of Liberty. ordered them to be "knocked into irons," as he ex pressed it. On halting for breakfast Rawdon ordered Gates to be "tucked up to a tree," where he was strangled as though he had been a mad dog. Some of the Tories interposed and saved the life of Sam Dinkins. Col. Lee's little bugler, a child whose tender years ought to have protected him, and who was noncom batant, was cruelly murdered. A countryman had brought some news of the British and was afraid of being captured, as his horse was worn out and exhausted. Lee told him to take the bugler's horse, as, even if the child was captured, no one would hurt him. He knew not the British. Tarleton's men captured the child, and in spite of his tender age they stuck their cruel swords into 'his face and arms, which they gashed with wounds so that he died the next day. Then news came to Marion's camp of the murder of young McCoy. Capt. McCoy-his father-was one of the first to take the sword in defense of liberty. When he went into the field his son, then only fifteen years old, accompanied him. Being well acquainted with the river, Capt. McCoy was enabled to intercept the enemy's provision boats, and often killed the crews. Once the British commander, Col. Brown, dispatched a captain and fifty men to destroy McCoy.

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Triumph of Liberty. "Don' t spare him or any of his followers; the man who kills him is sure of promotion." But McCoy kept a sharp lookout and killed the cap tain and twenty of his men. But the gallant American was defeated at last; a bullet pierced his breast and he fell on the field of battle. His son continued the fight and turned the tide of vic tory away from the Tories. In an expedition against Col. Brown, Capt. Clarke, who had assumed the command of McCoy's regiment, was wounded and taken prisoner, together with young McCoy. Hearing of her son's misfortune, Mrs. McCoy has tened to see him. She arrived just in time to meet him, with Col. Brown and a guard carrying him out to execution. She wept bitterly, but the English officer was un moved. Young McCoy was cool in the presence of death. "Do not weep, mother dear," he said. "In the course of nature we should have to part some time. My father was like a lion battling for his country; as a young lion I fought by his side, and often, when the battle was over, did he embrace me and call me his boy! his brave boy! He has gone before, I now follow him, leaving you to have the joy of knowing that your husband and son have both died worthily for liberty!" Mrs. McCoy fell on her knees and pleaded for her son, but Col. Brown pushed her on one side and ordered the execution to proceed. The brave boy was hanged in front of his mother's eyes, and with savage malignity Brown suffered some

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~IO Triumph of Liberty. Indians who were attached to his command to strike their tomahawks into the boy's forehead, that forehead on which the heart-broken mother had so often im pressed loving kisses. Cornwallis had acted the part of a dastard all the way through, and one act especially will ever be rec orded against him. He issued a proclamation in which he declared Caro lina was subjugated, and that only a small handful of men opposed the king's authority. He wished to be merciful and just, therefore he de sired the people to sign an instrument of neutrality. To all who did sign he guaranteed protection both for their lives and property. When he had obtained the signatures, he laughed loudly, and a demoniac resolve found lodgment in his mind. Marion had been joined by Col. Lee, and George town was threatened. Cornwallis called on all who had signed the declara tion of neutrality to shoulder their muskets and report for active duty. Any who refused would be branded as traitors, their property confiscated, and their lives endangered. Col. Haynes, one of the signers, refused to report. He had fought on the side of the patriots until the army had been captured at Charleston, then he retired to his farm. He signed the declaration of neutrality, but when Cornwallis construed it to mean submission to the English crown, Haynes rebelled. He was heavily ironed, and tortured.

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Triumph of Liberty. UI His wife died while he was in jail, and his children were turned out of the house to die by the wayside. When his sufferings brought him nearly to death, he was taken out and hanged. His eldest son, a bright boy of thirteen, had suffered such anguish of mind during his father's incarceration that he became insane. How differently did Marion act! With the aid of Col. Lee he swooped down on Georgetown, and compelled the British to surrender. Col. Campbell, the commandant, was made prisoner in his bed. Adj. Crookshanks, Maj. Irwin and other officers were sle e ping at a tavern belonging to a most respect able family. The din and clatter of the soldiers roused them, and Irwin seeing young Sumpter in the room, raised his pistol and fired; but bey ond breaking a mirror the shot did no damage. He was about firing a second time when a bayonet thru s t sent him to that world where war is unknown Adj. Crookshanks would have shared th e same fate had not the dau g hter of th e hou s e to whom he was en g a ged, ru s hed into the room and throwin g her arms about her lover cried to the Americans to save him for her sake. As she stood there in her night clothes her long hair hanging to her waist, her eyes filled with tears, who could resist her piteous prayer : "Save, oh, save Maj Crookshanks I" The major turned to Capt. Sumpter. "I am your prisoner, sir; there is my sword."

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Triumph of Liberty. Marion entered the room and at once paroled the major. "Comfort that dear girl, major; she saved your life and gave you liberty." From the fall of Georgetown the career of Marion and his men was one long-continued triumph. Cornwallis saw his army decimated, and the Ameri cans victorious. Col. Ferguson, with fourteen hundred British sol diers, was sent into the western part of the State, but the Americans were ready, and at King' s Mountain met the British. In forty minutes Ferguson was slain, and the whole of his men killed, wounded or taken prisoners. Cornwallis cursed the patriots, and tried to avenge his loss by an engagement with Gen. Morgan. Col. Tarleton had thirteen hundred men, while Morgan could only rely on four hundred. Contrary to all expectation, the brave patriots routed Tarleton's troops and killed or captured nearly the whole of them. Cornwallis took the field and pursued the victorious Morgan, but a sudden storm came up and the river became so swollen that for several hours he was unable to cross. When he did, he found Marion and Lee ready for him, and one-third of his army fell before the prowess of the small force commanded by the Swamp Fox. It was now Cornwallis who fled. He was pursued by the Americans, but he outran them, and arrived at Wilmington safely.

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Triumph of Liberty. !HJ Col. Pyles with four hundred Tories, set out to join him. On their way they fell in with Col. Lee. Mistaking the patriots for Tories, Pyles waved his ho. t and shouted : "God save the king I" Lee's men continued their march until the two forces mingled. Then the mistake was discovered and three hundred Tories were made to bite the dust. The other hundred met with even a worse fate, for they fled to Col. Tarleton, and were taken for Marion's men. Before they could explain, their own people set upon them and only four were left alive. Carolina was free. From the north to the south it was recognized that but tor the Swamp Fox and his ragged regiment, the Briti sh could have held the States of North and South Carolina and perhaps, with them as a basis, have de feat e d Washington Marion's men deserve to be honored by the memory of people throughout the ages. They suffered more than pen can describe, but were stea dfast to the last. When peace perched upon the banners of the United States, Gen. Marion retired to his plantation and took to himself a wife, with whom he lived happily for twelve yea rs when death claimed him. Capt. Sumpter married Marie Olcott and bequeathed to his children a name which will never be forgotten by Carolinians.

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Triumph of Liberty. Our true story of daring deeds is ended. We have shown how, in the final scenes of the great revolution, a little band of twenty ragged, half-starv ed men and boys bid defiance to the might and power of England, and came off victorious. We who live in the maturity of the Republic can scarcely realize how our forefather's suffered and fought and bled to bequeath to us so glorious a heritage. Let us never forget them. Eternal honor be theirs and, though similar oppor tunities may never arise, let us each and all pledge ourselves in Marion's name, that we will live, as he did, for our country's honor and liberty. THE END.

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THE CREAM OF JUVENILE FICTION THE BOYSt OWN ).f LIBRARY~ A Selection of the Best Books for Boys by the Most Popular Authors ~HE titles in this splendid juvenile series have been selected W with care, and as a result all the stories can be relied upon for their excellence. They are bright and sparkling; not over-burdened with lengthy descriptions, but brimful of -adventure from the first page to the last-in fact they are just the kind of yarns that appeal strongly to the healthy boy who is fond of thrilling exploits and deeds of heroism. Among the authors whose names are included in the Boys' Own Library are Horatio Alger, Jr., Edward S. Ellis, James Otis, Capt. Ralph Bonehill, Burt L. Standish, Gilbert Patten and Frank H. Converse. SPEOAL FEA TIJRES OF THE BOYS' OWN LIBRARY .;1, .;1, All the books in this series are cop)'righted, printed on good paper, large type, illu11trated, printed wrappers, handsome cloth covers stamped in inks and gold-fifteen special cover designs. j50 Titles-Price, per Volume, 75 cents For sale by all booksellers, or sent, postpaid, on receipt of price by the publisher, DAVID McKAY, ,10 SO. WASHINGTON SQVARE, PHILADELPHIA, PA. (i)

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HORATIO ALGER, Jr. One of. the best known and most popular writ.en. Good, eleau, fle<hy stories for the American Boy, Adventures of a. B07 J>ean Dunham Erie Tram .Boy, The ll'ive Hundrea !>ollar Check From Canal Boy to President '.l'rom Fa.rm Boy to Bena.tor Baokwooda Boy, The C. B. At.SHLEY. Kark Stanton lied Newton New YorltBo:, Tom Bra.ce Tom Tracy Walter G i11Uh Young Acrob..One of the best stories ever written on hunting, trapping and .a. nnture in the West, after the Custer Massacre. Gilbert, the Boy Tra9per ANNIE ASIDIORE. A splendid story, recording the adventures of a boy with 11magglen. Smuggler's Cave, The CA.PT. RALPH DONEHII.L. Capt. Bonehill is in the very front rank u an author of bo,s' stories. These are two of his best works. Jieka, the Boy Conjurer Tour of the Zero Clu WA.LTEII. F. BRUNS. An excellent story of adventure in the celebrated Sunk L&nda of Missouri and Kailll88. In the Bunk Landa FRANK H. CONVEII.SE. Thla writer has established a splendid reputation as a boys' author, and although his books usually command fl,25 per volnme, we offer the followmg at a more popular price. Gold of Flat Top Mountain Happy-Go-Lucky .Tack Heir to a Million 1n Search of An Unknown Ba.ce In Southern Beaa Mystery of a Diamond That Treuure Voyage to the Gold Caul DAVID ~Y, Publisher, Philadelphia. (ii)

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HAR.RV COLLINGWOOD. One of England's most BUcce88ful writers of stories for boys. Bia beat story is Pirate .Ialand GEORGE H. COOMER. Two boob we highly recommend. One is a splendid story of M! Tenture at sea, when American ships were in every port in the world, and the other tells of adventures while the first railway in the Andea :Mountains was being built. Bora 1n the Forecastle Old Man of the Mountain WILLIA.1'1 DALTON. Three stories by one of the very greatest mite for boys. The stories deal with boys' adventures in India, China and .Abyminia. These books are strongly reco=ended for boys' reading, as they con tain a large amount of historical information. Ticer Prince War Tieer White Elephant EDWARD S. ELLIS. Theee books are considered the best works this well-known miter ever produced No reading for bright young .Americans. Arthur Helmuth Check lio. 2134 J'rom Tent to White House Perils of the Jungle On the Trail of Geronimo White Kuatanc GEORGE MANVILLE FENN. :For the past fifty :Mr. Fenn has been writing books for boys and popular fiction. His books are justly popular throughout the English-speaking world. We publish the following select list of his boys' books, which we con1ider the best he ever wrote. Commodore Junk Di~o Bora Weatheroock Golden Magnet Grand Chaco ENSIGN CLARKE FITCH, lJ. s. N. A graduate of the U. S. Naval Academy at Annapolis, and tho roughly familiar with all naval matters. Mr. Fitch has devoted him self to literature, and has written a series of books for boys that He-rf DA. VID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. fill)

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roung American should read. Hit atories are full of very interesting information about the n&'tJ', t~g ships, etc. Cruiae or the Traininc Ship Bound for Annapolia Clif, the Nayal Cadet From Port to Port Strance Cruise, .A. WILLIAM MUii.iil.A Y GR.A YDON. An anthor of world-wide popularity. Mr. Graydon is essentially a fri end of young people, and we offer herewith ten of his best works, w h e r e in he relates a great diversity of interesting adventures in various par ts of the world, combined with accurate historical data. Butcher of Cawnpore, The Camp in the Snow, The Campaicninc with Braddock Cryptogram, The Prom Lake to Wildernesa In Barracks and Wfc,ram In Fort and Prillon Juna;le11 and Traitors Rajah' Fortresa, The White King of .A.frioa, The LIEUT. FREDERICK. GARR.ISON, U.S .A. Every American boy takes a keen interest in the affairs of West Point. No more capable writer on this popular subject could be found than Lieut. Garrison, who vividly describes the life, adventures and unique incidents that hne occurred in that great institution-in these famous West Point stories. Off:for Weat Point On Guard Cadet's Honor, .A. Weat Point Treaaure, The West Point RiTala, The BEA.DON HILL. The hunt for ~old has always been a popular subject for consider& tion, and Mr. Hill has added a. splendid story on the subject in this romance of the Klondyke. Bpeotre Gold HENRY HARR.ISON LEWIS. Mr. Lewis is a graduate of the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and has written a great many books for boys. Among his best works are the following titles-the subjects include a vast series of adventures i n all parts of the world. The historical data is correct, and they should be read by all boys, for the excellent information they contain. Centreboard Jim King or the Island Midshipman Merrill Ensign Merrill Sword and Pen Valley of M:,atBrJ", The Yankee Boys in Japan DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (iv)

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UEl'.TT. LIONEL LO'VNSBERRY. A llerlee of boob embracing many adventures under our famot11 .-val c:,ommanders, and with our army during the War of 1812 a.nd ihe CiTil War. Founded on sound history, these books are written for boys, with the idea of combining pleasure wit.h prolit ; to cutivate a fondne88 for study-pec1i,Jly of what has been acoompliahed b7 our army and navy. Cadet Kit Carey Cap,ain Carey :Kit Carers Proteire Lieut. Carey'11 Luck Out With Commodore Decatll%' Randy, the Pilot Tom Truxton'11 School Daye Tom Truxton's Ocean Trip "l'reuure of the Golden Crater Won at Weet Point BROOKS :McCORMICK. Four splendid books of ad"enture on i,ea and land, by this well. .known writer for boys Giant Islanders, The Row Re Won Natbre"II Young Nobleman :Rival BaUaliona WALTER MORRIS. Thie charming story contains thirty-two chapters of just the BOrt of BCbool life that charms the boy readers. Bob Porter ,t Lakeview Academy STANLEY NORRIS. Mr. N orria is without a rival aa a writer of "Circus Stories" for boys. These four books are full of thrilling adventures, but good, wholeome reading for young Americans. Phil, the Showman Younir Showman' Pluck, The Younir Showma.n's :Rivals, The Younir Showman' Triumph LIE"VT. JAMES K. ORTON. When a boy has read one of Lieut. Orton's books, it requires no urging to induce him to read the others. Not a dull page in any of them. Beach Boy Joe Last Chanoe Mine Secret Chart, The Tom Havens with the White Squadron DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (v)

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JAMES OTIS. Mr. Otis is known by nearly every American boy, and needs no lll troduction here. The following copyrights are among his best : Chased Through Norway Inland Waterways Unprovoked MutinJ' Wheelinir for Fortune Reuben Green's AdTentureB at Yale GILBERT PATTEN. Mr. Patten has had the distinction of having his books adopted by the V. S. Government for all naval libraries on board our war ships While aiming to avoid the extravagant and sensational, the stories contain enough thrilling incidents to please the lad who loves action and adventure. In the Rockspur stories the description of their Base ball and Football Games and other contests with rival clubs and teams make very exciting and absorbing reading; and few boys with warm blood in their veins, having once begun the perusal of one of theae books, will willingly lay it down till it is finished. BOJ' Boomera BOT Cattle King Bo:,from the Weat Don Kirke's Mine Jud and Joe Rockspur Nine, The Rockapur Eleven, The Rockapur Rivals, The ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE. Mr. Rathbome' s stories for boys have the peculiar cha.rm of dealing with localities and conditions with which he is thoroughly familiar. The scenes of these excellent stories are along the Florida coast and on the western prairies. Canoe and Camp Fire :Paddling Under :Palmetto Rival Canoe Boys Sunset Ranch Chuma of the Prairie Young Range Riden Gulf Cruisers Shifting Winds ARTHUR SEWELL. An American story by an American author. It relates how a Yankee boy overcame many obstacles in school and out. Thoroughly interesting from start to finish. Gay Da11hleigh'11 Academy Daya DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (vi)

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CAPT. DAVID SOUTHWICK. An exceptionally good story of frontier life among the Indians in the far West, during the early settlement period .Tack Wheeler The Famous Frank Merriwell Stories. BURT L. STANDI8H. No modern series of tales for boys and youths has met with anything like the cordial reception and popularity accorded to the Frank Merriwell Stories. There must be a reason for this and there is. FraDJc Merriwell, as portrayed by the author, is 11.jolly whole-souled, honest, courageous American lad, who appeals to the hearts of the boys. He has no bad habits, and his manliness inculcates the idea that it is not necessary for a boy to indulge in petty vices to be a. hero. Frank Merriwell' s example is a. shining light for every ambitious lad to follow. Twenty volumes now ready: Frank Merriwell's School Days Frank Merriwell's Chums Frank Merriwell's Foes Frank Merriwell's Trip West Frank Merri well Down South Frank lllerriwell's Courage Frank Merriwell's Daring Frank Merriwell's Skill Frank Merriwell's Champions Frank Merriwell's Return to Yale Frank Merriwell's Bravery Frank Merriwell's Secret Frank Merriwell's Races Frank Merriwell's Loyalty Frank Merriwell's Hunting Tour Frank Merriwell's Reward Frank Merriwell's Sports Afield Frank Merriwell'a Faith Frank Merriwell at Yale Frank Merrhrell'a Victories VICTOR ST. CLAUI.. These hooks are full of good, clean adventure, thrilling enough to please the full-hlooded wide-awake boy, yet containing nothing to which there can be any objection from those who are cs.reful as to the kind of books they put into the hands of the young. Cast, Away in the .Jungle Comrades Under Castro For Home and Honor From Switch to Lever Little Snap, the Post Boy Zig-Zag, the Boy Conjurer Zip, the Acrobat MATTHEW WHITE, JR. Good, healthy, strong books for the American lad. No more mteresting boolri3 ,0r the young appear on our list& Adventures of a Young Athlete Eric Guy Hammersley My Mysterious Fortune Tour of a Private Car Young Editor, The DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (vii)

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A.RTHVR M. WINFIELD. 0ne of the moet popular authon of boys' books. Here are three of his best. l(arlt Dale' Stace Venture Young Bank Clerk, Tu Young B~dge Tender, The GA VLE WINTERTON. This very interesting 1tory relates the trials and triumphs of a Young American Actor, including the eolution of a very puzaling mystery. Young Aotor, The ERNEST A. YOVNG. This book is not a treatise on sports, as the title would indicate, bu& relates a series of thrilling adventures among boy campers in the woods of Maine. Boats, Bats and Bio:roles DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (,iii)


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