Part 27 (1/2)

But the moment she heard her lover's voice, all her terrors vanished, and instead of hiding herself under the bedclothes, she rushed into the piazza a but her flowing tresses Happily for her lover, she got to him just in time to throw her arms around his neck and scream out, ”Oh save! save major Crookshanks!” Thus, with her oeet body shi+elding hied countrymen!

Crookshanks yielded himself our prisoner; but we paroled him on the spot, and left him to those delicious senti woman, who had saved his life by an effort of love sufficient to endear her to him to all eternity

It was told us afterwards of this charone, and, of course, the danger past and the tumult of her bosom subsided, she fell into a swoon, from which it ith difficulty that she was recovered Her extre and horrid uproar of battle in the house, and her strong syether with the alar herself in his arms, were too enerous actions which charms the souls of men!

and a sweetness, which like that immortal love whence it flows, can never die

The eyes of all, even the poorest soldiers in our camp, sparkled with pleasure whenever they talked, as they often did, of this charenerosity to major Crookshanks; and to this day, even after a lapse of thirty years, I never think of it but with pleasure; a pleasure as exquisite, perhaps, as what I felt at the first reat satisfaction to me, to think how nobly different in this respect was our conduct from that of the British

I speak not of the British nation, which I hold nanimous; but of their officers in Carolina, such as Cornwallis, Rawdon, Tarleton, Wey their prisoners as we did Crookshanks, have often been known to butcher theh their fathers,hands and strea pity for the district; this brave man,

”This buckskin Hampden; that, with dauntless breast, The base invaders of his rights withstood,”

was surprised in his own house bywife and children,hi! The only charge ever exhibited against him was, that he had shot across Black river at one of Weyallant lad of liberty, Kit Gales, with his brave coed to the house of a whig friend, near the hills of Santee, where they were surprised in their beds by a party of tories, who hurried them away to lord Rawdon, then on his march fro to his favorite phrase, ”knocked into irons”, andfor breakfast, young Gales was tucked up to a tree, and choked with as little cere dinkins had, it seems, the day before, with their horses and rifles, ventured alone, so near the British army, as to fire several shots at the in defence of their country, in place of receiving applause from lord Rawdon, Gales, as we have seen, received his bloody death

His gallant young friend, dinkins, was very near drawing his rations of a like doleful dish, for lord Rawdon had him mounted upon the same cart with the halter round his neck, ready for a launch into eternity, when the tories suggested to his lordshi+p their serious apprehensions that a terrible vengeance ht follow: this saved his life

Everybody has heard the ler, and hoas murdered by colonel Tarleton This ”poor beardless boy”, as Lee, in his pathetic account of that horrid transaction, calls hiratify a countryht so into their hands, Lee ordered the boy to exchange his horse, a moment, for that of the countryman, which happened to be a miserable brute

This Lee did in his si in the shape of civilizedsuch a child

Scarcely had Lee left him, when he was overtaken by Tarleton's troopers, who dashed up to hi their swords over his head In vain his tender cheeks, reht to touch their pity; in vain, with feeble voice, and as long as he was able, he continued to cry for quarter

They struck their cruel swords into his face and arashed with so many mortal wounds that he died the next day

”Is your name Wiley?” said one of Tarleton's captains, whose name was TUCK, to Mr John Wiley, sheriff of Camden, who had lately whipped and cropped a noted horse thief, named S man, at whose door he rode up and asked the question -- ”Yes, sir,” replied Mr Wiley ”Well, then, sir, you are a d--n-d rascal,”

rejoined captain Tuck, giving him at the same ti Wiley, though doo not yet slain, raised his naked arh no more than a common instinct in poor human nature in the moment of terror, served but to redouble the fury of captain Tuck, who continued his blows at the bleeding, staggering youth, until death kindly placed him beyond the reach of human malice

All this was done within a few hundred paces of lord Cornwallis, who never punished captain Tuck

But poor Peter Yarnall's case seems still more deplorable

This hard fated man, a sient business with a eneral Sumter, on the opposite side of the Catawba, he went over to hiuard over some tory prisoners A paper which Yarnall wanted to see was, it seems, in a jacket pocket in the man's tent hard by ”Hold my piece athe paper” Yarnall, though averse, as a quaker, froun, yet saw no objection to holding one a moment The next day, a day for ever black in the Aeneral Sumter and the release of the tory prisoners, one of whom immediately went his way and told colonel Tarleton that he had seen Peter Yarnall, the day before, keeping guard over the king's friends, prisoners to the rebels

The poor man's house was quickly surrounded by the British cavalry

Vain were all his own explanations, his wife's entreaties, or his children's cries He was dragged to Ca, his wife and daughter, a girl of about fifteen, rode into town in an old chair, to see hihly acceptable to one cradays, into a small prison, with one hundred and sixty-three half-stifled wretches

On the fourth day, an a near the prison, had heard of poor Yarnall's fate that

Soon therefore as she saw Mrs Yarnall and her daughter co as usual, with their little present to their husband and father, she burst into tears

Mrs Yarnall alighted at the door of the jail, and begged to see her husband

”Follow uard, ”and I'll show you your husband”

As she turned the corner, ”There he is,dead on a bearound; but her ht, stood silent andon her dead husband with that wild keen eye of unutterable hich pierces all hearts

Presently, as if braced up with despair, she seeed one of the soldiers to assist her to take down the corpse and lay it in the bottohter sobbing by her side, and her husband dead at her feet, she drove ho the whole ti the funeral duties, she preserved the sarave had shut its ht, the reht too heavy for her feeble nature to bear Then clasping her hands in agony, she shrieked out, ”Poor me! poor me! I have no husband, no friend now!”

and iM'Coy: the eye of hue that tells how this amiable youth was murdered

His father was one of the most active of our hts, so none ressions, than did captain M'Coy

His just views and strong feelings, were carefully instilled into his boy, who, though but fifteen, shouldered his musket, and, in spite of his lish well acquainted with the river, and bravely supported by their friends, they often fired upon the ene their provisions