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  [Illustration: I clasped the old man's hand, understanding for the
   first time what a friend he was.--Page 93.]




WITH THE SWAMP FOX

A Story of General Marion's Young Spies.

BY JAMES OTIS.

With Six Page Illustrations by J. Watson Davis.

  NEW YORK:
  A. L. BURT, PUBLISHER.




Copyright, 1899, by A. L. Burt.

  WITH THE SWAMP FOX.
  By James Otis.




"Thank God I can lay my hand on my heart and say that, since I came to
man's estate, I have never intentionally done wrong to any."

(General Francis Marion's last words, spoken February 27th, 1795.)




CONTENTS.


  CHAP.                                        PAGE
  I. My Uncle the Major                           1
  II. General Marion                             24
  III. The Tory Camp                             48
  IV. Samuel Lee                                 72
  V. The Ambush                                  96
  VI. The Prisoners                             120
  VII. The Retreat                              144
  VIII. Black Mingo Swamp                       167
  IX. The Battle                                191
  X. Georgetown                                 215
  XI. Gabriel                                   238




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.


  I Clasped the Old Man's Hand, Understanding for the     Frontispiece
  First Time What a Friend He Was

                                                                  PAGE

  As the Tory Spoke, Percy Leaped Upon Him                          23

  Then Suddenly a Red-coated Tory Rushed Toward Me with             49
  Upraised Saber

  As Gavin Gathered Up the Weapons, Percy and I Called             183
  Upon the Sleepers to Surrender

  In the Darkness We Four Comrades Were Sent Forward to            205
  Reconnoitre

  Gavin Seized My Arm, Shouting in My Ear: "Surrender,             250
  Lad, Surrender!"




WITH THE SWAMP FOX.




CHAPTER I.

MY UNCLE, THE MAJOR.


He who sets himself down to write of his own deeds in order that future
generations may know exactly what part he bore in freeing the colonies
from the burdens put upon them by a wicked king, must have some other
excuse, or reason, than that of self-glorification.

Some such idea as set down above has been in my mind from the moment
Percy Sumter--meaning my brother--urged that I make a record of what we
did while serving under General Francis Marion, that ardent patriot and
true soldier, who was willing to make of himself a cripple rather than
indulge in strong drink.

I question if there be in the Carolinas any one who does not know
full well the story of that night in Charleston, when, the door
being locked upon him in order that he might be forced to drink,
General Marion--then only a colonel--leaped from the window, thereby
dislocating his ankle, rather than indulge in a carousal which to him
was unseemly and ungentlemanly.

This is but a lame beginning to what it is intended I shall tell
regarding those days when we two lads, Percy and myself, did, as it has
pleased many to say, the work of men in the struggle against foreign
rule; yet however crude it may appear to those better versed in the use
of the pen, it is the best I can do. My brother and myself went into
General Marion's camp before our fourteenth birthday, and since that
time have studied the art of warfare instead of letters, which fact
is due to the troublous times rather than our own inclination, for my
desire ever was to improve my mind until I should be at least on equal
terms with those lads who were more favored as to country.

First let me set down that of which we two--meaning Percy and
myself--can honestly claim without fear of being called boastful.

Our mother was sister to those noble gentlemen, John, William, Gavin,
James and Robert James, who one and all devoted their fortunes and
their lives to the cause of the independence of the Carolinas. She
married a Sumter, who died while yet we twins were in the cradle, and,
therefore, we were come to look upon ourselves as true members of the
James family, rather than Sumters, priding ourselves upon that which
every true Carolinian is ready to declare, that "he who rightfully
bears the name of James is always ready for the foe, the first in
attack and the last in retreat."

I am coming to the beginning of my story in a halting, and what may
seem a boastful, fashion, yet to my mind there is no other way of
telling plainly what Percy and I were so fortunate as to accomplish
under General Marion, than that of explaining why it was we two
lads, less than fourteen years of age, should have been given such
opportunities.

Now I will write particularly of my uncle, the major, in order that it
may be further understood how we lads came to be known as scouts in the
service of the "Swamp Fox," and while so doing much which is already
well-known must be repeated.

When the city of Charleston was captured by the British, thousands of
Carolinians who were true to the cause of independence voluntarily made
of themselves exiles, despairing of being able to wrest their native
colonies from the hands of the king, and willing to assist those in the
north whose possibilities seemed bright.

To the men who were left at home, the proclamation of Sir Henry
Clinton, offering pardon to the inhabitants and a reinstatement of all
their rights, seemed most honest.

When, however, Sir Henry's second decree was issued early in August,
in the year 1780, declaring that we who accepted "pardon" must take up
arms against those of the northern colonies who were yet holding their
own against oppression, the condition of affairs seemed suddenly to
have changed, and the gentlemen of the Carolinas asked themselves how
these two proclamations could bear relationship.

Such question could only be answered by those high in authority under
the king, and that the matter might be made plain, the people of
Williamsburg, in the colony of South Carolina, chose my uncle, Major
John James, to represent them in asking for an explanation.

The nearest post was at Georgetown, and the commandant one Captain
Ardesoif.

To this officer my uncle presented himself with the question as to
what might be meant by the demand that the people of South Carolina
"submit themselves to the king," and if, after having done so to the
satisfaction of his majesty, they would be allowed to remain at their
homes.

The British captain was one who looked upon the colonists generally as
slaves who should be whipped into subjection, rather than men who were
able and willing to defend their lives, and taking such view of the
Carolinians, he made answer much in this fashion:

"His majesty offers you a free pardon, of which you are undeserving,
for you all ought to be hanged: but it is only on condition that you
take up arms in his cause."

Had this redcoated captain known my uncle better, he might have
selected his words with greater wisdom; but, unacquainted with our
family, he could have made no greater mistake, and proud am I to set
down that which I know to be my uncle's answer:

"Sir, the people whom I am come to represent will scarcely submit to
such condition."

Then it was that Captain Ardesoif flew into a passion, giving no heed
to the possibility that it might be dangerous to allow his tongue free
rein.

"Represent!" he cried in a fury. "You insolent rebel, if you dare speak
in such language I will have you hung up at the yard-arm," and the
redcoated captain pointed to his ship, which lay in the harbor.

I had never set myself down as a member of the James family if such
words had been allowed to pass unnoticed, but those who know my uncle
could have told the captain that he was most unwise in attempting to
_force_ us into any agreement.

The king's officer was armed, and my uncle, clad in a garb such as is
worn by us of Williamsburg, carried no weapons. This fact, however, had
no weight with Major James.

Seizing the chair upon which he sat he rushed upon the insolent
Britisher, striking him senseless with a single blow, and then making
his escape at once, for the king's soldiers were there in force, he
mounted his horse and fled from the town.

All possibility that we of Williamsburg would "submit" had vanished,
and within four and twenty hours came the enrolment of that body of
true gentlemen and noble soldiers who were afterward known, and the
memory of whom will live so long as the history of these colonies are
told, as "Marion's Brigade."

It was the major, as a matter of course, who took command of these
volunteers, and they were divided into four companies, each under a
captain.

The first was led by William M'Cottry; Henry Mouzon had command of the
second. John of the Lake--another branch of the James family, and an
uncle to the major--was captain of the third, while John McCauley stood
at the head of the fourth division.

These gentlemen, who had come together within less than four and twenty
hours after my uncle's interview with the representative of his majesty
at Georgetown were all residents of the district of Williamsburg, and
were rendezvoused on the banks of Lynch's Creek nearby where it joins
the Great Pedee River within less than two miles of my mother's home.

All this is set down by way of explanation, so that whosoever in the
days to come shall read what I am so lamely doing, may understand
how it chanced that we two lads played so important a part--for
circumstances put it in our way to do good work--in the struggle which
finally freed the Carolinas, as well as the other colonies of America,
from the burdens which the king put upon them.

Percy and I had seen somewhat of warfare, or at least we believed we
had, and watched keenly the movements of this brigade which my uncle
commanded, expecting that such deeds of valor would be performed by him
and his soldiers as must give new impetus to the Cause throughout all
the colonies.

Then, to our great surprise, we learned that General Marion was
appointed chief over the forces raised in the Williamsburg district,
and our hearts were filled with disappointment because it appeared to
us that thereby had Major James lost the opportunity to show himself
the valiant and skillful officer we believed him to be.

As a matter of course we had heard much regarding this soldier who
leaped out of a window at the expense of breaking his bones, rather
than join a party of gentlemen in their drinking, and were burning with
curiosity, which as I have said, was mixed with deep disappointment, to
know what kind of an appearance he might present.

The men of the command were by no means as captious regarding him as we
two nephews of the man whom we believed to be the rightful commander.

Those Carolinians who took part in the defense of Charleston knew him
to be a brave colonel, and expected much of him as a general; but we
lads were more than disappointed in the appearance of the soldier who
had already made for himself a worthy name.

We saw a small, swarthy gentleman, walking with a decided limp, wearing
a round-bodied, crimson jacket, and, perched upon his head was a
leathern cap ornamented with a silver crescent on which were inscribed
the words "liberty or death."

While we were not disposed to compare the king's soldiers with our own
brave men to the disparagement of the latter, we had seen officers from
many countries, and had rather more than a vague idea of what a uniform
should be. Therefore this grotesque costume--for I can call it by no
other name--impressed us unfavorably, although in a very few days we
came to learn better than ever before that something more than clothes
are needed to make the man.

When General Marion arrived at Lynch's Creek on the 12th of August,
the men of Williamsburg had a military organization numbering, perhaps,
four hundred, and not a man that could boast of a complete equipment.

Our Carolinians were armed with whatsoever weapons they owned, some
carrying shot-guns and others muskets, while M'Cottry's company were
provided with small-bore rifles. Each man had, perhaps, his horn filled
with powder; but no more than that, and, as I have heard my uncle say
time and time again, when the brigade first went into camp there was
not of ammunition sufficient to sustain an engagement lasting half an
hour.

The variety of missiles was as great as that of weapons. A few had
muskets or rifle balls which they themselves had molded; others carried
buck-shot, and some were provided only with bird-shot.

As for swords, bayonets and pikes, we had none, and the first order
which General Marion issued after arriving at Lynch's Creek, caused me
to have a higher opinion of him than I had at first believed would be
possible.

Word was given that the force disperse in squads of from five to
a dozen men, and set about sacking the saw mills in the immediate
vicinity. Nothing was to be taken away from them save the saws, and
these it was proposed should be beaten by the blacksmiths of the
district into sabres.

Now in such work as this two lads like Percy and myself could do as
much as men, and, without asking the privilege of volunteering, we set
out, forming an "independent command of two," as Percy put it, bound
for a certain mill owned by one Pingree, who had announced again and
again that a Carolinian who would set himself in defiance against the
king deserved nothing better than hanging.

It was no brave adventure which we started upon, and yet it led to our
being brought into direct, and I might almost say close, contact with
General Marion himself.

There was little need that we two lads should ask permission from our
mother to join in the work of saw gathering, for the major was at the
head of the family in good truth, and whatsoever he might do, was, in
the opinion of even the most distant relatives, worthy of being copied.

It was only necessary Percy and I should announce that we counted on
aiding the major so far as might be possible, and our mother at once
saw that we were provided with such amount of provisions as would serve
to keep hunger at bay during at least two days.

Perhaps my uncle might have objected to the plan had he been informed
of it; but such information we were not minded to give lest the venture
should be a failure, and we become a butt for his mirth.

Therefore it was we set out secretly, so to speak, armed with the
rifles which during no less than half a dozen years had served us in
all the turkey-hunts and deer-stalking parties we were allowed to join.

Because this venture of ours was not important, save in what it led up
to, there is no reason why I should use many words in the telling of
it. Suffice it to say that after a tramp of ten miles or more, when
we had crossed the Pedee River at Port's Ferry and were at Pingree's
Mills, we learned, greatly to our surprise and considerably to our
fear, that we should not be allowed to dismantle the building.

There we were met by a lad of our acquaintance whose home was in
Kingstree. Samuel Lee was the name of this fellow, with whom we had
had little intercourse because of his associating much with the king's
soldiers; there had never been any bad blood between us, but we held
aloof from him, and now I was less inclined than ever to give him my
confidence.

He was curious to know what brought us so far from home, and on our
part we wondered what had led him out of the district.

Neither Percy nor I had any particular reason to fear Sam Lee; yet
instinctively we closed our mouths on his approach, which was at the
very moment when we were about to wrench the saws from the fastenings,
and awaited his speech.

"What are you two hunting?" he asked with an unwarranted assumption of
familiarity which Percy at once resented by closing his mouth closely,
while I, little dreaming what information it was possible for him to
give, replied in a tone intended to repel his advances:

"Any game which comes our way is not unwelcome."

"Are you expecting to find fur or feather in Pingree's Mill?"

I was tempted to reply roughly; but without knowing why it should be
done, I put a curb upon my tongue and spoke him fairly, even against my
inclination.

"When one has traveled far under such a blazing sun as shines to-day,
any shelter from the heat is grateful."

"And may at the same time be dangerous for some lads," he said in a
tone which caused me to believe it was within his power to give some
information of value to us.

"Why should it be dangerous for some, and not for others?" I asked.

"Because all who live in the Williamsburg district do not boast of
their relationship to the James family, great though it may be."

Now was I certain he had it in his mind to do us a mischief, and was
capable of carrying it out, else the cowardly lad who called himself a
Loyalist would never have spoken so boldly.

There was a similar thought in Percy's mind, as I understood from the
meaning look he gave me, and then I was resolved to know all Sam Lee
could tell.

By way of provoking him to further speech I said boastingly:

"If you know of another family hereabout who have greater reason to be
proud of its members, than ours, I would like much to hear the name."

"Those who are wrapped up in their own conceit fail oftentimes of
seeing the good which is in others, and I have heard it said that not
one of the James tribe would admit that even the king was higher in
position than he."

"You might have heard it said with equal truth that not a James, or a
true Carolinian would admit that such a king as now claims the right
to rule over us, was even our equal." Percy replied hotly, and this
seditious remark had the effect which I was hoping to bring about.

It stirred Sam Lee to anger, and he cried menacingly, but taking good
care meanwhile to move off at a safe distance.

"Before many days you will learn that the James family cannot even take
care of themselves!"

"But who shall teach us that lesson?" Percy asked with a sneer.

"No less a man than Major Gainey himself."

"And how can he, who is now in Charleston, teach us so odd and sudden
a lesson?"

"The major is at Britton's Neck!" Sam cried triumphantly. "In command
of a body of Loyalists so large that the people of Williamsburg will
soon be on their knees begging protection from the king's troops."

"He will need have more Tories at his back to do that, than have ever
been found in the Carolinas," Percy cried, now almost boiling with
rage.

"It may be that you Sumter lads, who hang to the skirts of Major James
because of the great deeds he claims to be able to perform, have yet
much to learn regarding the Loyalists of the Carolinas! What say you to
two thousand well-armed and well-drilled men?"

"Two thousand?" Percy repeated with a laugh of scorn. "You know full
well, Sam Lee, that such a number of Tories cannot be gathered in these
colonies."

"There is at this moment, ready to march upon your wonderful General
Marion, near to that number of men, and before a week has passed every
James around Williamsburg will be in custody of the king's forces."

"If all you say be true, and I doubt seven-eighths of it, why are you
so far afield from those of your kidney? After all that has taken place
in this colony, a Tory would do well to have a care over his steps lest
he blunder into evil," and now it was that I began to lose control over
my temper.

"It is you who are blundering, Bob Sumter, for I have but to raise my
voice and an hundred soldiers will answer me."

Percy laughed derisively; but I am willing to confess that there was
something very like timorousness in my heart as the Tory lad spoke, for
I knew full well he had not dared say so much unless friends were close
at hand.

Now I felt positive there were no such number of Tories under Major
Gainey as Sam Lee had said, yet was I equally certain there must be a
strong gathering in the neighborhood, and he would have been a dull lad
indeed who could not realize how important it was that my uncle, the
major, have immediate information regarding the assembly.

Once this fact had gained lodgment in my mind I was burning with
anxiety to retrace my steps.

There was no longer any desire in us to bring back a goodly store of
saws that our neighbors might praise us for having been industrious.

There remained only the question of leaving Sam Lee as quickly as might
be, without arousing his suspicions as to where we were going.

It was not a simple matter, however, to give him the slip.

He must have read in my face that his information disturbed me, and,
like a fool who believes that by multiplying words he gives yet further
weight to his argument, the fellow launched forth in praises of this
vast body of Tories who were to work us of Williamsburg so much injury.

My impatience increased until it seemed no longer possible to stand
there listening to what was little less than threats, and, seizing
Percy by the hand lest in his anger he should leap upon the braggart,
I said with so much of friendliness as could be assumed:

"As you have said, Master Lee, we are far from home, and it behooves
us to retrace our steps before sunset, more particularly if there are
so many traitors to their country in this vicinity as you would have us
believe. We bid you good-day, and trust that the time may speedily come
when it will not be so simple a matter to part company."

  [Illustration: As the Tory spoke, Percy leaped upon him.--Page 28]

"You may be certain that day is near at hand," he replied in a menacing
tone. "Before a week has passed I venture to predict the king's enemies
in Williamsburg will be under close guard, powerless to say when they
will go or come."

As the Tory spoke Percy wrenched himself free from my grasp, and leaped
upon him.

To flog such a coward as Sam Lee was a simple matter, and I stepped
aside lest it should afterward be said that two of us set upon one,
thinking that while it might be imprudent for my brother to mete out
the punishment which was merited, it was a duty which could not with
honor be avoided.

Sam shrieked lustily, and before he had received half a dozen
well-aimed blows I heard a great trampling in the underbrush; then came
into view two score or more of men in the king's uniform, and for an
instant I believed that the Tory's threat was about to be made good.




CHAPTER II.

GENERAL MARION.


Not until I had warned him, was Percy aware of the danger which menaced.

Intent only upon the task which he set himself, with a view of
performing it in the shortest possible space of time, the lad gave no
heed to anything else, and but for the fact of my being on watch, so to
speak, I believe of a verity he would have been taken prisoner.

Even as it was, he did not cease his labors until the Tory crew
were come within fifty yards of him, and then with one vigorous,
well-directed blow by way of parting, Percy took to his heels.

I had at that moment started toward him, believing the lad was minded
to give battle even though the odds were twenty to one, for the James
family of Williamsburg are not given to counting cost when the chances
are heavily against them.

Then, seeing what was his inclination, I wheeled about almost at the
very instant when the Tories sent a volley of bullets after us, and
I do truly believe there was a blush of shame upon my cheek that men
of Carolina should show themselves such wretched marksmen, for not
a missile hit us, although the range could not have been above forty
yards.

We were not minded to run in the open where the traitors might practise
at shooting, with us as targets; but, bearing sharply to the left, we
plunged into the thicket, where I felt certain such as those who would
consort with Sam Lee could not come up with us.

Percy, whose blood had been warmed by the punishment given the young
Tory, burned with a desire to halt and give battle.

"It would be folly for us to set ourselves against such odds when no
benefit may be derived from the battle," I said, speaking as we ran.

"If the odds are great, so much more thorough the lesson, and these
skulking traitors surely need a check just now, when the fortunes of
war seem to be in their favor."

"Ay, but it is not for us to play the schoolmaster with less than half
a horn of powder and five bullets," I replied, checking back the mirth
which came upon me when the dear lad spoke of making an attack almost
empty-handed upon the Tories of Williamsburg.

It was such a suggestion as might be expected from a James of the
Carolinas, and certain it is Percy would have halted with a smile upon
his face and a sense of deepest satisfaction in his heart, even though
by so doing we brought ourselves face to face with death.

He always looked upon me as a leader, however, and now it was well he
had been accustomed to do so, otherwise I doubt if we should ever have
left that place alive.

"Since we must perforce return empty-handed, for there are no other
mills to be sacked in this neighborhood, I would give much for the
privilege of showing those fellows how to shoot, else will this day be
wasted," he said after a pause.

"In that you are making a mistake, lad. The day would surely be spent
in vain if yonder band of Tories suffer no greater loss of numbers than
we could inflict; but by running away now it may be possible to crush
out the whole nest."

"Then you have some plan in mind?" he cried eagerly.

"No more than this: After the reverses which have come to our people at
Charleston something in the nature of success is necessary to revive
the faint-hearted, and it can readily be done if we carry to General
Marion word of what has been done. Unless I am much mistaken in our
commander, we shall soon have ample opportunity of showing these
traitors how to shoot."

Now, and for the first time, Percy understood what might be the result
of this day's failure, so far as we were concerned, to secure material
for sabres.

It was no longer necessary for me to urge him to make greater speed in
the retreat.

Halting only when forced to do so that we might regain breath, and
giving no thought whatsoever to fatigue, the race was ended in a little
more than two hours, when we stood before our uncle, the major, telling
him of what we had seen at Pingree's Mill.

"It is a fortunate chance for us, lads," he said in a tone of
satisfaction. "Scantily equipped as this force is, we need something to
inflame the courage of our men."

"Sam Lee would have had us believe there were two thousand Tories
nearabout, sir," I ventured to suggest, and the major looked at me
searchingly for an instant.

"Do the odds make you timorous, lad?"

"Not so, sir. But that I believed it necessary General Marion should
know of the encampment, Percy and I would have given them so much of
a lesson as might be possible with five bullets. In fact, I found it
somewhat difficult to force him along with me, so much averse was he to
running away."

My uncle's stern, questioning gaze disappeared on the instant, and
gripping both of us lads by the hands, he said in a most friendly tone:

"I had no reason whatsoever to question your courage, for you are
members of our family; yet for the merest fraction of time it seemed
as if you might perchance show the white feather when our enemies were
in such force. Come with me to the general, and you shall see whether
any account be taken of numbers, for now has the Cause fallen into such
sore straits that every man who holds to it must consider himself equal
to a dozen of the king's minions."

Our brigade was set down, rather than encamped, in the woods; there
were no shelters other than such as the men made for themselves with
pine boughs, and the command bore but little semblance to a military
organization.

Therefore it was that we were not troubled to gain audience with the
commander.

The crimson jacket could be seen a long distance away under a
huge live-oak tree, nearby where were three or four men building a
camp-fire, and toward that gleaming spot of color we made our way.

"I would introduce to you two members of my family, sons of the Widow
Sumter," the major said as he saluted, and I was surprised at the
change which passed over that serious, almost gloomy-looking face when
a friendly expression came into his eyes.

It was as if he had thrown off the mask, and shown us a countenance
almost the opposite to that which we had previously seen.

Nothing more was needed to tell me, that now indeed, we had a leader
who was worthy to supersede my uncle.

"It pleasures me to meet with those who are akin to such a true patriot
as Major James," the general said most courteously, and one needs
remember that he was speaking to two lads, in order to understand how
much such words meant.

"I can answer for it they will be true to any trust you may repose in
them," my uncle said, and Percy gripped me by the hand that I might
understand how well pleased he was at such words of praise. "It was
not simply to bring the lads to your notice that I have thus introduced
them, General; they have information of greatest importance."

General Marion turned toward us inquiringly, and in as few words as
might be I told him of the encounter.

"A force of two thousand?" he said half to himself, and added as he
looked me full in the eye. "Can you depend upon the truthfulness of the
lad who made the boast?"

"Indeed we cannot, sir. I would have been inclined to doubt the entire
story, had not forty or more appeared in response to Sam Lee's cries
for help."

"Are you positive he spoke of Major Gainey as being in command?"

"Ay, sir; I remember well the name."

"Are you lads enlisted with this force?"

Instead of answering the question I looked toward my uncle, and he
replied without hesitation:

"They are, General, if it please you to accept lads as young as they."

"It is the will and the courage, rather than the age, which we need,
Major James, and unless I have made a mistake in reading their faces,
these sons of the Widow Sumter may do men's work in the task which is
set them."

Percy and I made our best salute, as can well be fancied and from that
moment counted ourselves as being enlisted under that true general and
valiant soldier, to whom the butcher Tarleton gave the name of "Swamp
Fox."

The general, having acknowledged our salute, turned toward my uncle
in such manner as gave us to understand that he wished to speak
with him privately, and we withdrew a short distance, to where Gavin
Witherspoon, an old acquaintance, was making ready for the eating a
string of fish.

"Are you two lads come to see how soldiers live?" the old man asked
with that peculiar grin which had earned for him the name of the "big
mouthed."

"If we had, it would seem that we were come to the wrong place," Percy
replied with a laugh. "Surely you are not counting yourself a soldier,
Gavin Witherspoon?"

"I am allowin' I'll come as nigh to it as many who wear the king's
uniform. It isn't always him who stands the stiffest that can bring
down the most game, an' there's no need of my tellin' two lads by
the name of Sumter that we of Williamsburg are not given to wastin'
ammunition."

"Of that I am not so certain," Percy retorted, "for within the past
three hours, forty, who might perhaps claim this district as their
home, had fair shot at us, and within fifty-yard range, therefore you
can see for yourself whether the ammunition was wasted or not."

"Forty?" Gavin cried excitedly, forgetting for the instant his camp
duties at this mention of the enemy.

I was not minded to keep the old man in suspense, therefore at once
told him of what we had seen, whereupon he ceased his labors as cook
and began overhauling the long, smooth-bore rifle, in the use of which
he might truly be called an expert.

"Are you going out single-handed in search of them?" Percy asked
banteringly.

"Hark you, lads! I served under General Marion in '75, when he was
only a captain, and know full well what manner of man he is. Neither he
nor Major James would remain here idle after such a story as you have
brought, and I venture to say this mess of fish won't be needed until
they are past cookin'."

Gavin Witherspoon had no more than spoken, before we heard the word
passed from man to man around the encampment that an immediate advance
was to be made.

Now to the credit of the men of Williamsburg, let me set down this
fact, that without the least show of hesitation, although it was
understood the enemy which we had reported far outnumbered us, every
member of the brigade set about his preparations for the journey with
apparently as much pleasure as if bent on some merry-making.

We were not well supplied with provisions, yet there were others than
Gavin Witherspoon who left the food by the fires, lest perchance they
should be among the last who were ready.

I think no more than twenty minutes passed from the time of our arrival
until everything was in readiness--every man mounted, except the
commanding officers, and Percy said to me mournfully:

"It is like to benefit us but little, this having been enlisted under
General Marion, for how may we keep pace with the horsemen?"

I had asked myself that question, and decided that on this expedition,
which rightfully belonged to us because of the discovery, we must
perforce be left behind.

"All appear to have forgotten us; even Gavin Witherspoon no longer
looks our way," Percy continued, and it was then that our uncle called
us by name.

It can well be imagined that we lost no time in obeying the summons,
and, approaching to where he was standing in company with the general
and a captain, we heard that which gave us much pleasure.

"Captain Mouzon has generously offered you lads a mount. His spare
horses are to be found back here in the thicket, under care of the
servants," my uncle said. "You will overtake us as soon as may be, and
report at once to me. The general has been pleased to detail you for
special duty."

While speaking he mounted his horse, the others doing the same, and as
Percy and I hurried away the word was given for the command to advance.

Even at the expense of telling over-much that may seem like dry
reading, I must make especial mention of the advantage we had over the
enemy, in the way of horses.

The Carolinians dearly loved a thoroughbred, and in Williamsburg
district every soldier was mounted in kingly fashion.

The heavy, lumbering work-horses which were sold to the redcoats,
were like snails compared with the blooded stock our people rode, and
because of these did General Marion owe much of his success in the
days to come, when we dashed here and there over the country, striking
a blow at night twenty miles or more away from where we had hurled
ourselves upon the foe in the morning.

Now we two lads knew that Captain Mouzon had in his stables not less
than thirty beasts which had no superiors in the neighborhood, and
therefore were we positive of being astride such as would carry us well
in the advance, however mad might be the pace set.

We found old Jacob, the captain's chief groom, in charge of four
clean-limbed, noble beasts as ever wore a saddle, and it was not an
easy matter to persuade him we had authority to select such as we
chose, for he claimed that until a lad had had much experience in the
hunting field, he was not to be trusted with a choice of mounts.

Threats would have availed us but little, for despite the old fellow's
dark skin, he had a brave heart when the welfare of his stable was at
stake, and therefore we spoke him fairly, using soft words rather than
harsh, until, coming to believe we were but repeating the words of his
master, he saddled the horses we had selected.

Bestride such animals as could not well be excelled in the Carolinas,
Percy and I set forth in pursuit of our friends, confident that we
would be able to give a good account of ourselves, although sadly
lacking an outfit.

"Unless it so be we can borrow powder and ball, I fear our share in
the punishment of the Tories will be slight indeed," my brother said
mournfully, and I laughed at his gloomy face.

"Two hours ago, when we were hastening back from Pingree's Mill, you
would have said that with steeds like these we should be equipped
in most kingly fashion, and now that we have under us the choice of
Captain Mouzon's stud, you find yet further necessities."

"I leave it to you to say if five bullets and half a horn of powder
make any very formidable outfit under such leaders as General Marion
and our uncle, the major, both of whom are like to show a greediness
for fighting?"

It was a matter which could not be remedied, this lack of ammunition,
until we were come up with some acquaintance who had a larger store
than he needed, and such an one might be difficult to find in the
district of Williamsburg, for we who held to the Cause were poor in
everything save the desire to aid our country.

That exhilaration which comes with the stride of a horse when one is
in the saddle was upon me, and, for the time being, I gave little heed
to our necessities, save that I remembered with regret the fish Gavin
Witherspoon had wasted.

After a tramp of twenty miles Percy and I stood in need of food, and
but for our own foolhardiness we might have eaten our fill from the
different messes which the men left behind, instantly the word was
given that the enemy were in such position as invited attack.

When we were come up with the command, Major James beckoned for us to
join the general and himself, and then it was we learned what work had
been cut out for us.

"It is my desire," General Marion said as if speaking to comrades,
"that you two lads seek out the haunts of the Tories in this vicinity,
and do not let it be known you are enlisted with us. While our
numbers are few, the blows must be quick and frequent, therefore it is
necessary we have constantly in advance searchers, or scouts, whichever
you may choose to call them."

"Are we to bear no share in the fighting, sir?" I ventured to ask,
and a great disappointment came into my heart that we were to be of so
little service.

"No more than absolutely necessary. You can serve the Cause to better
purpose otherwise, for two lads like yourselves are less liable to
suspicion when venturing in the enemy's country."

"Any who know us as members of the James family will understand full
well that we have no sympathy with the Tories," Percy cried, whereat
the general laughed heartily as, turning to the major, he said:

"The ties of kinship are drawn more closely in the Carolinas than
elsewhere in all the world, I believe, and well it should be so." Then
he added, looking directly at me. "We shall stir up the nest which
you two found, and perhaps give you a share of the fighting, but only
because Britton's Neck is, from this point, on the direct road to
another quarter I would have you visit. You may, if you please, join
us in the first attack, and then I shall expect you to ride toward
Indian Village, where I have reason to believe certain enemies under
one Captain Barfield may be found. You will gain so much of information
as is possible, and report to me somewhere on the east bank of Cedar
Creek."

So that we were to join in this first attack I gave little thought for
the future, and said to myself that if we proved our metal in one case
we might find further opportunities.

The general dismissed us with a friendly nod, and we rode down the
line, hoping to find some friend who would loan us powder and ball.

In this last quest we were so far successful as to obtain, perhaps,
sufficient for five charges more, and then we had even a larger store
than many a man who rode with the brigade.

It was within an hour of sunset when we set out for Britton's Neck,
on the first ride Percy and I had ever undertaken for the Cause, and
it would please me much to repeat all the incidents of that night's
journey, for they are so deeply impressed upon my memory as never to be
effaced by whatsoever of adventure may come to me later in life.

It is not well that I devote so much space, however, to what others
may think uninteresting, and, therefore, acting on Percy's advice, I
shall say no more concerning the journey when our brigade, only four
companies strong, rode through the silent hours of the night at a slow
trot, eager to measure strength with an enemy known to be several times
greater in numbers than we could muster.

The gray light of the early dawn was just becoming tinged with that
yellow tint which betokens the near approach of the sun, when at a
signal from Major James we came to a halt.

Not until that moment could I see any signs of the enemy, and then,
gazing in the direction indicated by General Marion's outstretched
hand, I saw dimly amid the mist the outlines of an encampment so large,
that for the moment I had no question but what Sam Lee told us only the
truth when he said the force of Tories to be full two thousand.

It may have been one minute or ten that we remained there, horses and
men silent, and motionless as statues; so great was my excitement that
I could not count the passage of time. Only this do I know, that it
seemed as if we wasted all that early time of morning twilight before
the signal was given.

Then it was my uncle raised his hat, waving it above his head at the
instant he gave rein to his horse, and so eager were our men to be at
the throats of the enemy, that before the major's steed had fairly made
the first bound, every member of the brigade was riding forward in mad
haste.

The onward rush of that body of horsemen must have presented a singular
spectacle, had any one been near at hand to look at it calmly.

In the gray light four hundred or more men riding at full speed in
perfect silence, save for the thud of the horses' feet upon the sward,
and with them in their very midst, thanks to the fleetness of Captain
Mouzon's steeds, were Percy and I.

My one thought was that to prove myself a worthy follower of such a
commander, I must in this attack appear the equal of any man in the
ranks, and, having such aim in view, I urged the willing steed forward.

Percy was not minded to be left behind when there was a chance one
might be accused of timorousness, and side by side we rode as if on a
wager, soon outstripping all save two who were leading the advance.

These two were the major, our uncle, and Captain Mouzon, owner of the
horses we bestrode.

We four were well up to the edge of the encampment by the time I
understood we were comparatively alone, and not until then, when the
first word was spoken, did I fully realize the situation.

"The Mouzon stables lead!" the captain cried triumphantly, thinking
even at that moment of peril more about his horses than himself.

"But the tribe of James are riding them!" the major shouted, and
then, as if he had come up through the earth, a Tory horseman appeared
directly in front of us.

Two pistols were discharged almost in our very faces--so near that the
mane of my horse was singed by the fire, and then this particular enemy
was in full retreat.

"It is Major Gainey!" our leader shouted as he struck the spurs into
his steed, and before one had time to realize anything more we four
were in the very midst of the Tory band, while around us, forming a
circle of fire, were the flashes of burning powder.




CHAPTER III.

THE TORY CAMP.


It was the first time Percy and I had ever taken part in a deadly
encounter, and, perchance, had there been opportunity for us to
consider the situation, one or both might have shown the white feather.

As it was, however, and I have since noted the fact on every similar
occasion, there was no opportunity for fear; the fever of excitement
was upon us; the odor of burned powder mounted to one's brain, as it
were, and we became more like brutes than human beings.

  [Illustration: Then suddenly a redcoated Tory rushed toward me with
   upraised saber.--Page 49.]

There was to me a certain sense of satisfaction in the danger; a
savage delight in shooting, with intent to kill, at the enemies of our
country, and above all, the knowledge that we were proving ourselves
worthy a place in the James family.

I saw Captain Mouzon's horse fall, and looked with a certain curiosity
to see how he might extricate himself from the weight of the animal.

I also wondered where Sam Lee might be, hoping it would be my good
fortune to come upon him. Then suddenly, when my musket was empty, a
redcoated Tory rushed toward me with upraised saber.

I tried to ward off the blow with my gun, knowing full well that I
could not hope to be successful in such an encounter, and then the man
suddenly fell to the ground as if stricken by a bolt of lightning.

It was Percy who had brought the Tory down, thus saving my life, and I
heard him, as one hears from afar off, cry impatiently:

"My last charge of powder is gone!"

It is impossible for me to say, and I have pondered over the matter
again and again, why it was that the scene suddenly changed, or how we
three--for now that Captain Mouzon was on foot he did not count as one
of our squad--emerged from that tangle of men, and found ourselves in
pursuit of the fleeing, panic-stricken enemy. I remember clearly that
one moment it was as if we were entirely surrounded, and the next, all
was clear before us, save for that blotch of red in the distance which
we pursued at the full speed of our horses, Major James shouting now
and again as if to give us lads courage:

"If it so be that we ride hard they cannot escape us! Spare not your
horses, lads, and we shall soon clear Williamsburg district of the nest
of vipers that should have been crushed out years ago!"

I was near to smiling, despite the fact that this was a race in which
human life had been put at stake, because our uncle should suggest that
we might take any part in wiping out the "vipers," when our last charge
of ammunition was expended, and we carried no other arms than muskets.

Yet did we press on at his heels with all the speed of which Captain
Mouzon's steeds were capable, eager to gain the advance if that
might be, lest he should for a single instant fancy we had grown
faint-hearted.

It was the first time we had had an opportunity of proving that the
James blood ran in our veins, and had I been certain death awaited me
at the end of that mad chase, I would have spurred my horse on yet
faster, exulting in the thought that I might come to my end in such
noble fashion as now, when following the lead of Major James!

Percy shouted like one who is without sense, and yet there was no
thought in my mind of chiding him, for I understood full well why it
was that the sound of his own voice seemed necessary--it was but the
natural vent of the excitement that had taken hold of him like as
a fever, and I have since been told that I also cried out unmeaning
words; but yet was unconscious of having done so.

Then suddenly the scene changed again, and with this transformation
came into my heart what was very like fear.

One moment it was as if we had the whole of General Marion's force
at our heels, and the next we were alone, riding down into that mass
of fleeing Tories who outnumbered us two hundred to one, while not a
friend of the Cause could be seen in the rear.

I saw Major James glancing over his shoulder, and involuntarily I
copied the movement, although for thirty seconds or more had I known
we were so far in the advance as to be practically cut off from our
friends.

There was no change of expression in my uncle's face when he realized
that we were come into sore danger--for now we were well upon the heels
of the enemy;--but he looked at me as if asking whether the knowledge
of our situation brought timorousness into my heart.

I have ever been proud because at that instant I answered his inquiring
look with such words as tickled his fancy mightily:

"There be three of us, Major, and more are not needed."

It was the speech of a braggart, but yet under such circumstances the
words gave my uncle more confidence in our courage than almost anything
else could have done, and an expression, which for the moment I took to
be affection, came over his face as he replied in a ringing tone:

"God bless the sister who gave to me such nephews!" Then, waving his
saber and shouting at the full strength of his lungs as if he had a
thousand men behind him, he cried, "Here they are, boys! Here they are!
Come on!"

I believe of a verity that the Tories fancied he was calling to a large
force, rather than to two lads who were practically weaponless, for
their panic increased, if that could be possible, and they crowded upon
each other's heels until the advance was impeded.

With fifty well-armed men at that time I venture to say we might have
wiped out Major Gainey's entire force, and that officer himself was
nigh to being taken prisoner when my uncle, spurring his horse into the
very midst of the fugitives, singled out the leader as if challenging
him to mortal combat.

Major Gainey, although he was a Tory, had never been called a coward;
but on this morning he absolutely refused the challenge, and instead of
halting to meet the foe as he would have done had his cause been just,
he forced aside the weaker of his following, and succeeded in making
good an escape.

"It was shame enough that one from Williamsburg should be a Tory," my
uncle cried, brandishing his saber in impotent rage; "but that a Gainey
would show himself a coward as well, I have never believed until this
hour."

It was strange indeed that of all the enemy we pursued so hotly and so
closely, none turned upon us.

It would have been a simple task for a dozen of them, armed as we
knew they were, to have allowed us to come into their midst, and then,
closing, taken all three prisoners, or shot us down as might best have
suited their fancy.

The fever of fear, however, was upon them until there was no thought
in the minds of any save of individual safety, and during ten minutes
or more we rode upon the heels of that retreating rabble, taunting them
with such words as should have turned the faintest-hearted at bay.

There were seconds during that chase when I trembled with what was like
unto a fear, realizing all which it was possible for them to do, and
then that sensation would pass away while rage took possession of me
because of my inability to do other than lash the miserable Tories with
my tongue.

Then Major James wheeled suddenly about, for we had come to the edge of
Pedee Swamp, and, by his gesture rather than words, we understood that
it was our turn to retreat.

The Tories were forced, because of the water, to ride more slowly, and
should we still press upon them they must, even like rats, turn at bay;
when, as a matter of course, the end would have come for us.

We had shown them what a man could do whose cause was just, and it
would have been folly to continue on to the useless sacrifice of our
own lives.

We turned about, as I have said, in obedience to my uncle's signal, and
rode to the rear faster than we came, for now was there fear some of
the cowardly foe might shoot us in the back, and before drawing rein we
came upon General Marion and Captain M'Cottry.

These two were, like ourselves, far in advance, and by reining in his
horse the general forced us to halt.

Now occurred that which I shall ever remember with the most intense
pride and satisfaction so long as the breath remains in my body.

He who was to be afterward so well-known as the "Swamp Fox," he who was
the bravest among all the brave men in the Carolinas, leaning forward
in the saddle held out his hands, one to each of us lads, and said in
a tone so hearty that there could be no mistaking the sentiment in his
heart:

"I have ever believed the members of the James family to be true to
their country, their friends, and to themselves; but never before had
I expected to see two boys ride at their kinsman's call straight into
what seemed certain danger. I am proud indeed that you were eager to
seek service under my command, and promise that if my life be spared
you shall have fitting opportunity to show your devotion to the Cause."

We lads were unable to speak because of the pride and pleasure which
filled our hearts to overflowing; but my uncle, taking off his hat with
more of homage than I had ever seen him bestow upon any other man, made
reply:

"When General Marion is pleased to speak such words to members of my
family, he places under obligation every one of us."

"There can be no sense of obligation, Major, when the praise has been
won so handsomely."

"In that I agree with you, General, and more particularly because
neither of my nephews had a charge of ammunition. After the first rush
they followed bravely, although virtually weaponless, and I am happy
to be able to call them my sister's sons. The ride is completed, and we
now await your orders."

"Have all the force escaped?" the general asked.

"Ay, sir, all save those who may have been rendered unable to continue
the retreat. They are in Pedee Swamp where it would be worse than folly
to make any attempt at following them."

The general wheeled his horse around, motioning Percy and I to ride
by his side, and together we returned to where the main body of our
brigade was halted.

Here after a short time we learned that a captain and nine men had
been killed from among the Tory force, while our loss amounted to only
two wounded, and it was safe to say that many days would elapse before
Major Gainey's regiment could be got into fighting shape again.

There was no reason why any of us should longer suffer from hunger,
for we were in possession of the Tory camp where were provisions in
abundance, and during an hour we feasted, Percy and I, as only lads can
who have been without food nigh on to four and twenty hours.

Then, when believing it would be possible to return to our home
for a short time--and we were eager to tell our mother of the proud
distinction we had won--word was brought by one of the troopers that
General Marion would speak with us.

I venture to say there was not a man in the brigade who did not envy
us two lads as we went toward that portion of the thicket where the
commander was seated under a live oak tree with his officers clustered
about him, and I am also quite certain that of all the force, we two
had the least right to be praised or singled out for preferment.

Among those who served the Cause in the Carolinas there were no
cowards; it appeared much as if the timorous ones turned Tories
because, by professing to serve the king, a colonist is not required to
bear so many hardships or encounter so many dangers, as those who would
throw off his majesty's yoke. Therefore it was that when an officer
like General Marion selected two from among all that gathering, it was
indeed a great distinction, and we understood by his sending for us
that we were like to be called upon for an especial service, as he had
already intimated.

Although unused to such a life as we had so suddenly embarked upon,
Percy and I contrived to salute the general in something approaching
military fashion, and he, returning it, asked in the tone of a friend
rather than of one who commands:

"Are you lads minded to set out on a venture which has in it much of
danger?"

Percy looked at me as if to say that I should act as spokesman, and I
replied more readily than perhaps was courteous, fearing lest it might
be fancied we hesitated:

"Aye, sir; that we are, and the more of danger the more readily do we
set out. I say this last not in a boasting manner, but to show you,
sir, that we are right willing to lay down our lives for the good of
the Cause which our uncle serves."

"It is well spoken, young sir. I had no doubt of your willingness; but
rather made mention of the danger that you might have an opportunity
to draw back honorably, if it so be you shrank in any degree from the
task, for it is one through which little honor can be gained, although
the service must be performed."

"We are ready for whatsoever pleases you, sir," I said, and Percy laid
his hand in mine that it might be understood he repeated the words.

"Between here and Dubose Ferry--the precise location you must
yourselves determine--one Captain Barfield lies encamped, having
under him a force not less than four hundred strong. Our purpose is
to advance upon him immediately; but having learned that there is a
possibility his men may far exceed ours in numbers, it is necessary
we have full information before venturing an attack. Are you minded to
seek him out, and learn all that may be ascertained within a few hours,
returning to us before nightfall?"

"We will set out at once, sir. Captain Mouzon lent us horses that we
might join in the march, and perhaps he will allow us to use them in
this service," I said, turning toward the captain, who replied readily:

"That you may, lads, and in welcome. I am right glad that the Mouzon
stables can furnish mounts for such riders as you have shown yourselves
to be."

"Then we will set out at once, sir," I said to the general. "The horses
have already been cared for, and should be able to make the journey
without distress."

"There is no time to be lost. You yourselves are to decide how the
information we desire can best and most safely be obtained, for it
would be unwise to hamper you with advice or commands. At about noon
the brigade will set out at a slow pace in the direction of Dubose
Ferry, and I hope you may be able to meet us several miles this side
of the encampment. We shall ride so nearly as may be in a straight
line, and at about nightfall keep sharp watch for your approach. The
most important information is as to the number of the enemy; then the
general position of the camp, and, finally, how it may be best come
upon."

Having said this the general saluted, as did the officers round about
him, and Percy and I, understanding that we were dismissed, would have
moved away, but that the major, my uncle, stepped forward, taking us
each by the hand.

He spoke no word; but I understood that he was bidding us good-by, and
his manner of doing it told me, had such information been necessary,
how dangerous was the mission with which we were charged.

Again the general and his officers saluted, and then we, turning on our
heels, set about making ready for the departure.

Some of the men lounging nearabout would have spoken with us; but I
was not minded to indulge in conversation just at that moment, and it
seemed much as if Percy had the same idea.

Beginning to realize more fully each moment what this duty on which we
were embarked might mean, I feared lest we grow faint-hearted because
of the perils. To have spoken with any one regarding the service, would
have been to show us more plainly all that it meant, and silence was
safest if we would hold our uncle's good opinion.

The horses were saddled, and we about to mount when Gavin Witherspoon,
whom I had not seen since the attack, came up hurriedly and with the
air of one who is in a fault-finding mood.

"So! We are much puffed up with pride, eh, since it has been our good
fortune to follow Major James in pursuit of a lot of scurvy Tories? We
don't care to speak with old friends?"

"Now you are disgruntled without cause, Gavin Witherspoon," Percy
said laughingly. "How may it be possible that we speak with old or
new friends when we fail to meet them. Since you dropped the fish so
hurriedly, we have not had a glimpse of your face, and I question if
you cared to meet us until, perhaps, within an hour."

"I have been looking for you high and low since we came to a halt here."

"Then it must be your eyes are grown dim with age," I said, now joining
my brother in his mirth, for the old man's anger was comical rather
than serious. "We unsaddled our horses in this spot, and have remained
until within ten minutes under this same tree, therefore it could not
have been a difficult matter to find us."

"But there is no reason for fault-finding, and we have little time to
spend in conversation," Percy added.

"You will speak with me though!" Gavin said, seizing the bridle of my
horse as if fearing I was about to ride away. "In what direction are
you two lads going?"

"That we may not say," Percy replied quickly. "It is enough that we are
acting upon General Marion's orders."

"That is as I suspected," Gavin cried, shaking his fist at Percy as
if the lad had proven himself guilty of some serious crime. "You would
slip away from the old man, believing yourselves so wondrous brave that
he isn't fit to join in any adventure however trifling?"

"Now you are talking wildly, Gavin Witherspoon," I said, losing my
patience, for, knowing we had but little time at our disposal, I
was fretted by what seemed to me no more than folly. "We have been
entrusted with a duty which must be performed immediately, and may not
stand here parleying with you over trifling matters."

"It is my intention you shall remain until I can have speech with
General Marion, or failing him, with Major James."

"Why should we wait for that?" Percy asked, leaping into the saddle,
and as he did so the old man seized the bridle of his horse also.

"Because I am counting on going with you. I promised your mother six
months or more ago that when you two lads were minded to turn soldiers
I would keep an eye upon you, and now has come the time when I must
fulfil the pledge, or write myself down a liar."

I knew enough of the old man's character to understand that we could
not browbeat him into loosing his hold of the bridle, and was not
minded to ride over him. Therefore said with as much of patience as I
could assume:

"So that you move quickly, we will wait until you can speak with either
officer you name; but remember, Gavin, we are under orders to set off
without delay."

"What have you in the way of weapons?"

Until this moment, strange as it may seem, I had entirely lost sight of
the fact that we were virtually unarmed, and now I realized the folly
of setting out so wholly unprepared.

"We must have ammunition if nothing more," I said hurriedly, "and while
you are gone in search of the general, I will set about procuring it.
Therefore the time spent in waiting for you will not be wasted."

Gavin Witherspoon now seemed to have every confidence that we would
not slip away from him, and hurried off toward the other end of the
encampment, while I went from one acquaintance to another in search of
powder and ball.

In this quest I was more successful than had seemed possible.

Knowing that we lads had been entrusted with a mission, the men
bestirred themselves to see that we were outfitted properly, and
soon our store of ammunition was even greater than could be used to
advantage.

We had two horns full of powder, thirty or forty balls, and a couple of
pistols; more than that would have hampered our movements.

Perhaps no more than ten minutes had been spent in outfitting
ourselves, and yet this time was sufficient for Gavin to make his
preparations to accompany us, as was shown when he rode up while I was
dividing the ammunition with Percy.

"Is it really your purpose to follow us?" I asked in surprise, for it
had not seemed to me probable the old man would be allowed to join in
the venture.

"I am not countin' to _follow_, lads; but ride side by side with you,
and perhaps somewhat in advance. I'm not thinkin' of letting you go on
this mission alone----"

"It may be safer for two than for three," Percy said half to himself,
and the old man, without so much as turning his head, replied solemnly
and in such a tone as impressed me strangely:

"There is nothing whatsoever of safety in an attempt to ride from here
to Dubose Ferry, for two, or even a dozen of those who love the cause.
My going with you will neither increase nor lessen the danger, because
that is impossible. It may be, however, that I can give a word of
advice which will prevent your coming to a final end quite so soon, for
I hold to it that General Marion and Major James have this day sent you
lads to what is little less than death."

Having thus spoken, and in a manner well calculated to disturb even the
stoutest hearted lad, the old man wheeled his horse about and rode in
the direction of Dubose Ferry, never so much as turning his head to see
if we were following him.




CHAPTER IV.

SAMUEL LEE.


Had Gavin Witherspoon been less strange in his manner, I should have
taken little heed of his joining us in the mission with which we had
been entrusted by General Marion, because the old man was often given
to whims, and this could well have been considered as simply a fancy on
his part to indulge in the love for adventure.

If he had contented himself with vague words concerning the possible
danger, neither Percy nor I would have paid any particular attention
to him, believing he simply magnified the peril in order that it might
appear as if he counted on being able to protect us.

His manner, however, was so exceeding odd--I can find no word
which comes nearer explaining it--that I believed at once he was in
possession of some knowledge which we did not share, and therefore had
good reason for crediting all he said.

A year later, perhaps, after I had had more experience in what some
gentlemen are pleased to call the "art of warfare," I might have held
my peace, trusting in our ability to ward off such dangers as should
arise, but then, ignorant as we were of a soldier's life, the old man's
actions impressed me disagreeably, as I have said already, and I was
minded to demand from him an explanation.

Never before had I found it a difficult matter to gain speech with
Gavin Witherspoon, for the old man was prone to indulge in conversation
regardless of suitable opportunity or place; but on this morning
Percy and I found it necessary to ride at full speed in order to come
alongside our self-appointed guardian, and we were, perhaps, five
miles from the camp when I finally succeeded in forcing him to open his
mouth.

"If you count to ride with us, Master Witherspoon, and claim that it is
your purpose to protect Percy and I, we at least have the right to know
why such an escort is considered necessary."

"That I have already explained," the old man replied curtly, and would
have spurred ahead of us once more but that Percy caught his bridle
rein, as he said sharply:

"We are minded, Gavin Witherspoon, to know the meaning of your
mysterious words and odd behavior. If it so be you know more concerning
the enemy than is told among the men of our brigade, let us hear it
now, that my brother and I may be in some degree prepared for coming
events."

"I have ridden with the command, and had no more means of gaining
information than others. What may be in my mind has come there through
what I call sound commonsense."

"And you have reasoned out that we are in greater danger than we were
four and twenty hours ago?" I said with a laugh, beginning to feel
somewhat of relief in my mind by this discovery, as I believed, that
the old man's fears were the result of his own imagination.

He must have read in the tone of my voice somewhat of that in my mind,
for, reining in his horse, he wheeled around to face Percy and myself
as he replied, speaking slowly and with exceeding earnestness:

"It was known to the leaders of our brigade that Captain Barfield had a
force of Tories nearabout Dubose Ferry. Think you Major Gainey and his
men did not have the same information?"

"Of course they did," I replied, wondering greatly what the old man
would come at.

"It is no more of a journey from Pedee Swamp to Dubose Ferry, than from
where we halted for breakfast."

Again he paused as if waiting some reply; but neither Percy nor I
spoke, for as yet we failed to understand what he was trying to convey.

"Major Gainey's force has lost an outfit, since our people took
possession of it, and must, therefore, seek another encampment. Do
you believe they will be content to remain in the swamp, knowin' their
friends are near at hand?"

"It would be reasonable that they rode in the direction of the Ferry,"
Percy said, an expression of deepest seriousness chasing away the smile
which had been upon his lips.

"Very well. Since you allow that, there is no need for me to say more.
It is the general belief that Gainey had near to two thousand men with
him, an' think you they will not fight, however much cowardice may be
in their hearts, when next we ride upon them? If these two forces of
Tories come together--and by this time I venture to say the men we
routed in the early dawn have begun to understand how few we are in
numbers--I look to see hot work. Therefore it is I predict that before
arrivin' at Dubose Ferry we shall meet with many of those who so lately
fled before us."

I now realized why the old man looked upon the situation as being grave
in the extreme, and there was no further inclination in my mind to make
sport of his forebodings.

Having learned what it might, perhaps, have been better we did not
know, Percy and I became quite as solemn as was Gavin Witherspoon, and
we three rode on again as if certain some evil fortune was about to
overtake us, neither so much as speaking until half an hour or more had
passed, when we came to a sudden halt.

Our road at this time lay through the bottom-lands, which were covered
with a growth of scrub oaks, and we had heard a noise as of horsemen
forcing their way through the foliage.

This it was which had caused us to halt so suddenly, and I was looking
to my rifle to make certain it was loaded, when Sam Lee came into view.

He was riding a heavily-built iron-gray horse, the very animal I could
have sworn to seeing during the brush with Major Gainey's force. Upon
his face was an expression of deepest satisfaction and joy, which did
not change materially when he saw us.

Percy, quicker than I at such times, cried out for the Tory to halt,
and he wisely obeyed the command, knowing full well his steed would
have no show in a race with such animals as we bestrode, even though
our rifles might not have brought him to a halt.

"Well," he asked, with an evil look upon his face. "Since when have you
begun to stop peaceful travelers?"

"We have not yet commenced," I cried, allowing anger to take possession
of me. "In these times a Tory cannot lay claim to peacefulness, and
it is our purpose to make such prisoners whenever and wherever we find
them."

"And I am a prisoner, eh?" he asked, with not the slightest show of
fear, and I was surprised thereat, because we knew him to be a rank
coward.

"Throw down your musket an' hold up your hands while Percy makes search
for pistols!" Gavin Witherspoon said sternly, for the old man was a
ready comrade in times when quick action became necessary.

Sam Lee obeyed without a word, and after a brief search we discovered
that he had no other weapons than the musket which lay upon the ground.

Still he appeared well satisfied--even pleased.

It angered me yet further, this show of carelessness, and I cried
hastily:

"You were in no such happy mood this morning, when we chased your
friends into the swamp--when less than four hundred men put to flight
two thousand!"

Gavin Witherspoon turned upon me quickly, and with such a show of
temper as caused me to understand in an instant that I had thus given
to the enemy information concerning the size of General Marion's force.

It was too late to recall the words, unfortunately, and Sam, giving no
heed to the old man's show of resentment at my folly, replied to the
words which I had believed would humiliate him:

"The condition of affairs in the Carolinas have changed wonderfully
within the past few days, and we who are loyal inhabitants of the
colony have little to fear from rebels."

Now did I realize that this Tory lad was certain of his ground, else he
would not have dared to speak in such strain, and the result was that
I, rather than our prisoner, grew disheartened.

Gavin Witherspoon also pricked up his ears at this bold speech from the
lad who had heretofore been so cowardly as never to venture an opinion
lest he make trouble for himself, and the old man asked as he advanced
toward the rascal threateningly:

"What is it that has given you such a dose of courage, you Tory cur?"

Sam winced, as if believing Gavin Witherspoon was about to strike
him, and then, understanding an instant later that we were not of his
kidney, who would ill-treat a prisoner, replied with a laugh which
aroused all my anger again:

"Your General Gates with his rag-tag and bob-tail of an army has been
cut to pieces at Camden by Lord Cornwallis! What you are pleased to
call the 'Cause,' is now wiped out from the Carolinas!"

We three sat speechless with dismay, gazing at each other
questioningly, apprehensively, as the young Tory told a story which we
at the time believed to be true, and afterward came to learn that no
part had been exaggerated.

General Gates, who believed himself to be more of a soldier than was
the fact, had moved from Rugely's Mills on the evening of the 15th,
with his entire force, never so much as sending scouts in advance to
learn whether the enemy might be in the vicinity. His raw recruits were
suddenly met by a volley from the British skirmishers, and, retreating
so far as seemed necessary for safety, lay upon their arms until
morning.

When the sun rose any other general than Gates would have known he was
defeated, even before trying the issue. His men, unused to service,
were formed in the swamp with the reserve only a few hundred yards in
the rear of the battle line. Perhaps not one out of ten of these had
ever been under fire, and opposed to them were picked soldiers--the
best to be found in the king's regiments stationed at Charleston and
Camden.

At sunrise General Gates ordered the advance of the Virginia militia,
who were met by the redcoats with such a deadly volley that the
division retreated before more than half of them had discharged their
muskets. The North Carolina militia followed the disgraceful example,
as did also the cavalry, and a charge by the British horse completed
the rout.

Only the Continentals under command of De Kalb held their ground until
further resistance would have been madness, and the battle of Camden
had been half fought, and wholly lost.

No wonder Sam Lee was triumphant.

To us who heard the story it seemed as if his boast that the Cause had
been killed in the Carolinas was neither more nor less than the truth,
and for a moment I fancied it our duty to return without loss of time
to warn General Marion.

Now it may seem strange to whosoever shall read these lines, that we
believed so readily all the Tory told us; but we had good cause for
credulity.

Old soldiers among us--and the men of my mother's family had been in
arms from the time the colonists first began resistance against the
king's oppression--had again and again argued that General Gates was
not a skilful officer, despite his victory at Saratoga.

When it was known that General Marion, who up to the time of taking
command in the Williamsburg district had been only a colonel, was to
leave the staff of Gates, our people predicted a disaster similar to
what it seemed had just occurred.

Therefore, when Sam Lee, liar and coward though he was naturally, gave
us an account of the battle with so much of detail he could not have
invented, we, unfortunately, had no choice but to believe the tale.

It was Gavin Witherspoon who first regained sufficient composure to
understand what should be done, and he soon showed the Tory that,
however hardly our people had been used, it would not avail him under
the present circumstances.

"It seems to me necessary we keep this young cub with us, however
disagreeable the association may be, and do you lads lash him on the
saddle in such fashion that he will not be able to make his escape
without assistance."

Although believing for the moment that we ought to return immediately
to General Marion, I obeyed the old man's order, and now it was that
the look of satisfaction and exultation began to vanish from the
coward's face.

He had counted on our so far losing heart as to make an attempt at
currying favor with him, or, at least, pass him by, and our thus
guarding against the possibility of escape was by no means to his
liking.

"What is to be done?" I asked when the lad was secure, for I now
realized, as did Percy, that Gavin Witherspoon should be given the
command of our squad.

"We shall push on as was at first intended, keeping our wits well about
us, lest we be surprised by others of this fellow's kidney, who are
making haste to join Barfield. After having accomplished that for which
we were sent, if it be possible, there will be time enough to repeat
the disagreeable story."

I am making an overly long story of what should be told in fewer words,
prompted to do so because of the fear which beset me at this time and
caused the matter to seem of more importance than it really was.

We pressed forward two hours or more, Percy and I riding either side of
the prisoner, and Gavin Witherspoon keeping in advance.

Then we were come, as nearly as could be judged, to the vicinity of the
Tory camp, and might no longer with safety use the horses.

Still acting under Gavin Witherspoon's command, we picketed our steeds
in the thicket, leaving them and the prisoner to the charge of Percy,
while the old man and I pressed forward to reconnoiter.

This work occupied a full hour, and the time was by no means wasted,
because when it had expired we were well informed as to the number of
Barfield's men.

To the best of our belief there were not less than eight hundred Tories
fairly well entrenched at Dubose Ferry, and Gavin said to me as we
turned to retrace our steps:

"There will be no fighting this night, unless we are driven to it, for
neither General Marion nor Major James, however brave they may be, will
make the attack with such odds against us, particularly while it is
certain this same force of Tories will be reinforced before nightfall
by those whom we drove into the swamp."

A similar thought was in my own mind, and therefore I made no reply.

It was necessary we rejoin our friends before they should have come
so far as to put themselves in a dangerous position, and Gavin and I
hurried back to where we had left Percy.

We had no difficulty in finding the place where we tethered the horses,
and once there the cold sweat of fear broke out upon my forehead.

Percy, and prisoner, and the three horses which we had ridden, were not
to be seen. But for the fact that the gray steed of Sam Lee was feeding
close by, I would have said we had mistaken the location.

Words are not sufficient to describe my condition of mind when this
horrible truth burst upon me. I could not so much as speak; but looked
questioningly at the old man, who said slowly and in a half whisper,
after gazing carefully around:

"The boy has been captured by some of Gainey's cowards who no doubt
are hunting for us at this moment. Sam Lee knew for what purpose we
went ahead, and as a matter of course has given his Tory friends all
possible information."

"Why do we stand here idly?" I cried, regaining speech when the
horrible fact had been put before me in words. "We cannot desert him,
and at whatsoever cost must go in pursuit."

"It is not possible we could compass anything save our own capture,"
Gavin Witherspoon said, speaking slowly, and gripping hard both my
hands as if to give me comfort.

"Surely you will not turn your back upon him," I cried in a fury,
trying to wrench myself from his grasp; "if that cowardly thought be
in your mind you shall go alone, for I had rather face all Barfield's
force single-handed, than have it said I deserted my brother."

"Fair and softly, Robert Sumter, fair and softly. I am not minded to go
back. It is you who shall do that."

"But I will not," and again I strove to release my hands.

"Listen to me, lad, and the sooner the better for your brother's sake,
because I shall hold you here by force until having laid the case
squarely before you. Would you have it told that one of the James
family, on account of his own personal grief, allowed four hundred
brave men to ride on to destruction? Would you have it said that rather
than desert your brother you allowed the men of Williamsburg to face
certain capture or death? Yet that is what must happen unless you are
willing to do as I bid."

"But let me hear what is in your mind, for until then how can I
answer the questions you ask!" and now I was grown more tractable,
understanding that the old man knew better than I what was necessary
both for the safety of Percy, and those who were riding behind us.

"There is but one horse here, and it would be unsafe to set out on
foot. Having had many more years of experience than you, I should be
more capable of following the Tories who have Percy in their keeping,
and having come upon them, if there be a chance for his rescue, ought
to be able to take better advantage of the opportunity than you. Now
this is my plan: Mount the gray horse and ride back until you have met
our friends; tell them what has occurred, and perchance Major James
will send forward ten or twelve experienced woodsmen, who will help me
in what seems little better than a forlorn hope. At all events, the
gentlemen whom we both can trust implicitly will know the situation,
and advise what we may do with honor. In addition to that you will be
spared the pain of confessing in later days that you did what a James
should never do--left your friends to ride blindly into such danger as
has never before come upon men of the Carolinas."

It was not easy to follow this advice, as may well be imagined, and I
spent fully five minutes trying to force myself to do it.

It seemed as if by going back when Percy had been forced to go forward,
I was deserting him, and yet such seeming desertion was necessary to
save, perhaps, the entire Williamsburg district.

"You will return as a brave lad should," the old man said finally, and,
my heart well-nigh bursting with grief, I made reply by mounting the
gray horse.

Not until then did I realize how much Gavin Witherspoon had taken upon
himself.

The old man was voluntarily remaining behind on foot, surrounded by
enemies, in the vain hope that he might by some fortunate accident
rescue Percy, and I knew full well that the chances were as one in a
thousand that it could not be done.

In other words, he was doing little less than delivering himself
into the hands of the enemy and I--I was deserting him as well as my
brother.

"I can't do it, Gavin," I said, making as if to dismount. "It is better
you ride back."

"No, lad. Having once come to a brave decision, hold steadfast, and
forget all else save that the Cause demands the sacrifice, perchance of
your life, and certainly of your feelings. Push the horse at his best
pace, which will be a sorry one at the most, and before many hours have
passed we may grasp hands again; but I solemnly swear not to desert
Percy whatever may come upon me."

I clasped the old man's hand, understanding for the first time in my
life what a friend he was. Then, not daring to so much as speak, I set
the spurs deep into the gray, and he bounded forward with more of life
than I had expected it would be possible for him to show.

The wonder of it all to me is now, while I am writing it down after
so many months have passed, that I was not captured before having
traversed a mile on the backward journey, for I saw nothing, heeded
nothing, thought of nothing save Percy and the brave old man who was
following on his trail.

Heedless alike of friend or foe I rode as if in all the district of
Williamsburg there was not an enemy, and the good God allowed me to
pass through that Tory infested district in safety.

It was no more than two hours past noon when I came upon the advance
guard of our brigade, and five minutes later stood before my uncle and
General Marion, shaking like one in an ague fit.

Those brave soldiers needed not to be told that some disaster had
befallen us. The fact, although not the story, was imprinted plainly on
my face, and Major James dismounted that he might fling his arm around
my shoulders, as he asked softly and tenderly:

"How far beyond here did you leave Percy and Gavin Witherspoon?"

"Within three miles of Dubose Ferry, so nearly as I can say."

"Were you come upon Barfield's force before this thing happened?"

Then it was that I found my tongue, and told him all the sad story,
taking good care however, that both he and the general understood full
well the strength of the enemy as we had found them.

"We will fall upon them as soon as may be," the general cried, and
beckoning to Captain Mouzon he would have given some order but that I
said hurriedly, forgetting my manners, as well I might, after all that
had happened:

"Gavin Witherspoon declared that Major Gainey's men would join
Barfield's force, and should the Williamsburg brigade advance, it would
be only to their capture or death."

"Death is what every soldier must expect, and peradventure it be
delayed until the end comes peacefully, then is he less fortunate,
perhaps, than his fellow. We will ride on, gentlemen, and attack
Barfield as soon as we can come upon him."




CHAPTER V.

THE AMBUSH.


Had the men composing the brigade all been akin to me they could
not have shown greater kindness, nor done more to soothe my grief,
than they did during the brief time before the march toward the Tory
encampment was really commenced.

One found immediately a better steed; another brought assurances from
Captain Mouzon that I was not to think for a single instant of the loss
of his horses, since it was only the fortunes of war, which must be
expected. A third would have pressed food upon me; but I could not have
swallowed a single morsel unless, perchance, life itself might have
depended upon the act.

My uncle, Major James, said very little after hearing the story we had
gotten from Sam Lee.

At first I attributed his silence to the apprehensions which had come
upon him with the knowledge that General Gates had been overwhelmed;
but later I had good reason to believe it arose solely from anxiety
concerning my brother.

"You shall ride by my side, lad, until we have settled this affair, and
when it is done neither you nor I will have cause to reproach ourselves
for not having ventured enough."

Such a promise from such a man was sufficient to tell me that while
he and I remained alive, we would struggle as men do who have no fear
of death, until the dear lad was rescued, or we borne down by press of
numbers.

At this day it seems singular to me that I heard no one speak of the
great disaster which had come upon the colonists at Camden.

I can only explain it by the supposition that each man saw in
the adventure before us an opportunity to do somewhat by way of
retaliation, and set all his thoughts on that purpose.

We were halted, after my rejoining the brigade, twenty minutes or more,
and then the word to advance was given; but not in such fashion as
I had supposed from what General Marion said, on his learning of the
disaster which had come upon Percy.

My idea was, and in my ignorance I saw no other method of procedure,
that the little troop would ride into Barfield's Tories even as they
had among those commanded by Major Gainey, and that we should profit by
the surprise.

This could not be done, as I afterward came to realize.

The capture of Percy, and what Sam Lee could tell, would be sufficient
to prevent us from coming upon them unexpectedly.

When the Tory lad should inform the commander that two of Major James'
nephews were in that vicinity, it would be immediately known that our
uncle, with a goodly following, was somewhere nearabout.

The Tories would be prepared, and those who had suffered defeat that
morning must have, by this time, a very good idea of our strength.

General Marion, as I afterward came to know full well, was not the man
to neglect any precaution, and while he counted on making an attack
despite the difference in numbers, it was his intention to do so in
such manner as would come nearest to guaranteeing success.

Fifty of the best mounted men were detached and sent straight toward
Dubose Ferry, while the remainder of the brigade rode off at right
angles, in such direction as would bring us to the timber lands
eastward of the road leading to Indian Village.

It was this last portion of the force which my uncle and I accompanied,
and I, surprised that a part of the brigade rode at full speed, while
we loitered, as it were, asked the reason.

"Those in advance are mounted in such fashion that they may easily
outrun the enemy, and it is the plan that they appear before Barfield's
force as if intending to make an attack," my uncle replied. "After thus
showing themselves the squad will beat a retreat, causing it to appear
as if they were surprised by seeing so large a force. Then, unless the
Tories are quicker witted than I give them credit for being, a goodly
portion of the band will be led into ambush."

It was the Indian's favorite method of warfare, and, cruel though I had
ever considered it, at this moment it gave me most intense pleasure.

I had said to myself that we could hope to do little less than die in
the vain attempt to rescue Percy; but now it seemed as if, should our
lives be demanded as a sacrifice, we might sell them dearly.

Well, all went as our commander had counted upon.

We hid ourselves in the thicket either side the road, three hundred and
fifty horsemen, with not a man dismounted, for we counted upon riding
the Tories down when they should retreat after the first volley had
warned them that they had been led into a trap.

There we waited upwards of an hour, no man venturing to so much as
speak, and each looking well after his steed lest one of the animals
whinny at the supreme moment, thus giving the enemy a clew, before they
were fairly within our grasp, of what awaited them.

During that hour I resolutely kept my thoughts on trifles, such as
caring for the animal I bestrode, making certain I was in such position
that it would be possible to get out of the wood with the least
possible delay when the enemy was thrown into confusion, and by these
and other means prevented myself from dwelling upon Percy's fate.

Then came that sound for which we had waited--the thunder of horses'
feet upon the beaten road.

We heard cries of fear, which were uttered by our decoys to entice
the Tories into yet hotter pursuit, and far in the distance could be
distinguished the crack of rifles and the rattle of muskets.

At that time, with the blood literally boiling in my veins and my heart
beating like the blows of a hammer, I never stopped to question how
many of ours might be killed in this attempt to deal out punishment to
the enemies of the colonies; but realized only that now was come the
moment when I could strike a blow in defense of my brother.

Nearer and nearer came the horsemen, until through the trees we saw the
Williamsburg men riding madly down, not a saddle emptied, and before
one could count twenty the advance of the Tories came in sight.

A whispered word went around among us to "hold ready," although every
man was on the alert, and when the road in front of us appeared to be
one dense mass of horses, and men wearing red uniforms, my uncle gave
the signal for which we waited:

"Fire, boys, and at them!"

From each side the road rang out reports of rifles which had been
leveled in deadly aim, for at such short range each could pick his man
and make certain of bringing him down.

Instantly the ranks were broken; the redcoated horsemen reined in
their steeds as the squad they had been pursuing halted and fired their
volley, and then came a scramble and retreat when we dashed among them.

Twice I loaded and discharged my rifle, and then it seemed to me as if
such work was all too slow.

Using the weapon as a club, I rode by my uncle's side into the very
midst of that scrambling, terrified mass of human beings, and cried
aloud with savage joy when I struck one of the frightened villains
down.

As was afterward learned, there were no less than one thousand men who
had set out in pursuit of our decoys, and yet after our first attack
not one of them remained to hold us in check.

Had they been only so many sheep, we could not have found them easier
prey.

The major, my uncle, had said I should ride by his side, and so I did,
down the road at the heels of the Tory scoundrels, ever as we had done
the night previous. Then on, and on, striking down a foe here and there
until we were come, nearly the whole brigade, into that encampment
which Gavin Witherspoon and I had looked upon, believing it could not
be taken by such a force as ours.

Out of all those scoundrels who had so lately held the place, believing
that those true to the Cause had been virtually crushed by the defeat
of General Gates, only two men came forth to meet us, and those two, my
brother and Gavin Witherspoon.

Is there any need I should say how warm was the greeting between us
two lads when I threw myself from the horse and clasped to my heart the
dear boy whom I had thought never to see again in this life?

It needed no more than an hundred words for him to tell his story.

While he remained in the thicket guarding Sam Lee a body of men, who
had lately served under Major Gainey, came upon them by chance, and, as
a matter of course, he was at once taken prisoner, Sam Lee immediately
telling the story of his own capture.

Then it was the Tory Sam who became the jailer, and Percy the prisoner.

My brother was conducted to Barfield's camp, and there kept under guard
of Sam, who did all that lay in his power, save by way of personal
violence, to pay off old scores.

Gavin Witherspoon, wily as an Indian, had crept up to the very edge
of the encampment, and was lying there in the vain hope that some
opportunity would come for the rescue, when our force, sent as a decoy,
appeared.

An hundred or more men were left to guard the encampment, and Gavin
hoped the moment had come when he might be of service to the lad.

Believing that the Tories would be victorious in the chase, because of
superior numbers, he ventured too near Percy, and was himself captured.

An hour later the first of the terrified fugitives burst into the
encampment, riding straight through it in their wild terror, thus
causing a panic among the guard who might even then, because of their
intrenched position, have held us in check.

In a twinkling Percy and Gavin were free; but in imminent danger of
being ridden down by the panic-stricken.

Crouching behind trees, or at the stronger portions of the
intrenchments, they awaited our coming, and when we rode into camp came
forth to greet us as I have said.

Our force remained in the captured quarters until next morning, and
during the evening Gavin Witherspoon, Percy and myself had much to talk
about.

My brother and I were come by this time to look upon the old man as a
comrade, and well we might, after the friend he had proven himself to
be.

While we talked only concerning ourselves, and looked after our own
welfare, General Marion and the officers of the command spent the time
discussing how it might be possible for so small a force to uphold the
cause in the Carolinas, for since the defeat of Gates ours was the only
body of men in the colony to oppose the foe.

It was as if the king's troops had indeed crushed what they were
pleased to term "rebellion," and more than one man in the brigade whose
fidelity to the Cause could not be questioned, asked his comrade if it
were wise to longer remain in arms when we were virtually whipped.

The outlook was gloomy indeed for those who had hoped to be freed from
the burdens the king had put upon them; but, fortunately for the Cause,
General Marion and Major James were not the men to give in beaten so
long as life remained.

Even while some among us were making ready to say openly that the time
had come when we must submit, those two gallant gentlemen were planning
for the future--planning as to how four hundred or less might best
oppose ten times their number of trained soldiers.

Gavin Witherspoon, Percy and myself, while listening to the
faint-hearted ones or discussing the situation between ourselves, hoped
that the general would call upon us for some especial mission, even as
he had when we were sent to spy out Barfield's camp; but the time was
not come when we were needed for a venture of any moment, as we learned
an hour before daybreak next morning.

Then the men were aroused with orders to breakfast from the Tories'
provisions as hurriedly as might be, and make ready for the forced
march.

Among those with whom I talked, when in the gray light we made our
preparations for the march, not a man believed there was the slightest
question we should continue upon the offensive.

All understood that we could not in safety remain much longer in the
Tory camp, for unless those whom we had routed were greater cowards
than was generally believed, they would soon recover from the panic
into which we had driven them, and return to make an attack.

Therefore it was that we set out believing the move was made simply for
the purpose of changing quarters, and when orders were given that each
man take from the Tory stores so much of provisions for himself, or
provender for his horse as could be carried conveniently behind him, we
fancied it was the general's purpose to so outfit the brigade that it
might lay in hiding two or three days without being forced to venture
forth in search of food.

Before noon came, however, all understood that some maneuver was in
progress.

Instead of riding rapidly, as would have been the case had we counted
on simply exchanging one encampment for another, we went forward at a
leisurely pace, making no halt until the sun was high in the heavens,
when we were come to the ford on Black River, half a dozen miles or
more south of Kingstree.

Then the men and horses were allowed a rest of an hour, after which we
bore nearly due west until we struck the road leading from Georgetown
to Nelson's Ferry, and the word was whispered from man to man that the
commander had it in mind to strike yet another blow at the red-coated
enemy before we laid down our arms.

It is well known, as a matter of course, that the "war-path" from
Charleston to Camden crosses Santee River at Nelson's Ferry, and here,
above all other places, would one who was eager for fighting be likely
to get his fill.

More than once during the day had we learned from planters, who were
true to the Cause, additional particulars concerning the blunder of
General Gates, and before nightfall we understood beyond a peradventure
that the story told by Sam Lee was only untrue in so far as it did not
contain all the disasters which had befallen the American arms.

Now we knew how many prisoners had been taken, and, what was more to
the purpose, learned that our unfortunate countrymen were being sent
as rapidly as possible from the scene of the one-sided conflict to
Charleston.

It was an hour before sunset, and we were holding the same pace at
which we started, with no evidence of going into camp, when Gavin
Witherspoon said bitterly, as if the thought had just seized him:

"Lads, if it so be you have any curiosity concerning this long march
of ours, during which we have traversed the Williamsburg district
apparently for no other purpose than to come upon an enemy who may
crush us with but little trouble, I can satisfy you."

"Have you been getting some special information?" Percy asked with a
laugh.

"Aye, lad, that I have, and you may count upon its being true, although
I got it only from my own head."

"Then you are guessing as to where we are going?" I said with no great
show of enthusiasm, for I was weary to the verge of exhaustion with
long remaining in the saddle.

"It is more than guessing, lad. It is what has been learned from
observation, and that is the most reliable information a man can
obtain. We are heading for Nelson's Ferry."

"If that is all your observation has taught you, it would seem as if
much time had been wasted," Percy replied laughingly. "Every man in the
brigade has known as much since noon."

"True, lad, but that is not the sum of the information I am willing
to give. It has been told us that the American prisoners which Lord
Cornwallis took are being sent to Charleston as rapidly as possible,
and you will admit with me that all must pass through this same place
toward which we are bound. It is General Marion's purpose to strike
another blow, if no more, at the enemy, and in so doing set free some
of those who were made prisoners through their general's stupidity."

There was much of sound common sense in Gavin Witherspoon's reasoning,
and straightway the truth of it came into my mind, all sense of fatigue
was lost sight of in the relief which was mine at knowing we would
not yet submit to the Britishers, even though it seemed as if we were
already driven to the last extremity.

A moment before the old man gave words to his thoughts, I would
have said that both the animal I bestrode and myself were so near
to exhaustion that we could not hold the pace an hour longer; but
now it was as if I had enjoyed a long time of repose, and action was
absolutely necessary, lest I grow rusty with much idleness.

We three discussed the possibility of the future as if all Gavin
Witherspoon had suggested was known to be true, until one of the
general's aides came riding down the line, drawing rein in front of us,
as he said curtly:

"The general would speak with you."

"We have not been forgotten," Percy cried gleefully, "and now has come
our time to render some immediate service."

"Or fall into the hands of the enemy," Gavin Witherspoon added with
a smile. "These special missions are not the safest, and sometimes he
who sets out on them with the idea of making his name famous, comes to
grief."

"As I did yesterday," Percy replied, still laughing. "When I have
as comrades you and Bob, it matters little how much of unpleasant
adventure I see, save for the discomfort of the moment."

Then the dear lad spurred his horse onward, and we two followed,
Gavin Witherspoon wearing a serious countenance, while I was in
much perplexity as to whether two lads like Percy and myself should
be trusted with work such as old soldiers oftentimes fail at doing
successfully.

Arriving at the head of the line we found the general and Major James
riding side by side.

Both returned our salute, but neither slackened speed, and we rode
alongside of the general, Percy and I, while Gavin remained slightly in
the rear.

"We should be within twenty miles of Nelson's Ferry," the commander
said, speaking as if we were eager for such information. "It is certain
that portions of Cornwallis's force guarding American prisoners will
pass there from time to time within the next eight and forty hours. It
is my desire that we have early information of such coming and going,
and to that end I have sent for you, lads."

He paused for an instant as if debating in his mind what to say next,
and Gavin Witherspoon rode up that he might attract the general's
attention, when the latter said with a smile:

"I am speaking to you two lads and the old man who is so eager to
participate in venturesome missions. Any force coming from Camden will
halt over night, at least, nearabout the Ferry. By riding up the river
ten miles or more you should be able to give me timely information of
their coming. Within an hour we shall halt, and then it is you who must
push forward so far as the animals can go. Continue on until having
come to a point ten or twelve miles above the Ferry. There remain,
in whatsoever fashion may please you, until you hear of the enemy's
approach. Then wait only so long as may be necessary to learn how
strong he is in numbers, after which you will ride without delay to Taw
Caw Creek, on the bank of which we shall be encamped."

Having said this he saluted, as did my uncle, and we three,
understanding that this was the signal for dismissal, reined in our
steeds until we were fallen back to our proper place in the line.

The knowledge that we were to perform some especial work which bid fair
to be of service to the Cause, heartened us wonderfully, and indeed we
had need of something to raise our courage, for much talking about the
disasters which had overtaken the American troops caused it to seem as
if the so-called rebellion was well-nigh come to an end.

"It may be our last chance of striking a blow at those who represent
the king, lads," Gavin Witherspoon said cheerily. "Mayhap we shall
be fortunate if a British bullet finds lodgment in our bodies with
sufficient force to wipe us out of existence, for such a death as that
is preferable to hanging, and that is what awaits us of Williamsburg
who defy his majesty, after my Lord Clinton's second proclamation."

"It is a doleful way you have of preparing one for venturesome work,"
Percy said, with a laugh which told that he claimed little share in
these forebodings. "If to be shot is good fortune, then we may rejoice,
for I doubt not but that there are hundreds of the king's servants who
will readily grant such a favor."

"I am not minded to dishearten you," Gavin said in a kindly tone; "but
the straits into which the Cause has fallen are so sore and desperate
now, that to an old man like me who has ventured all, it would seem as
if a soldier's death, coming before the last blow to the colonies had
been struck, was a kindly thing. However, we are like to go ten miles
above Nelson's Ferry and back, without falling into more harm than was
brought about by the capture of Sam Lee, and I venture to say we shall
report in proper form and due time such information as the general
desires."

Then we fell silent, each intent on his own thoughts, and at that
moment I was thinking far more of my mother than of the Cause, for
Gavin Witherspoon's words had depressed me until it began to appear as
if I might never see her dear face again.

From this pleasant but yet painful reverie I was roused by the halting
of the command, and Percy said, seizing me by the arm as if believing
I had fallen asleep:

"The time has come for us to push forward alone, Bob, and we must make
as many miles 'twixt now and dark as can be forced out of these jaded
steeds."




CHAPTER VI.

THE PRISONERS.


Giving no heed to those around us, we continued on when the command was
halted, much as if we had not heard the orders, and without anything in
the way of leave-taking.

I know not how it may have been with my companions; but as for myself,
I was in no mood to speak even with my uncle, so thickly did the sad
and gloomy thoughts flow through my mind. It was to me as if we were
playing the last acts in that drama which should have had a glorious
ending--as if we were assisting at the death of the Cause, and I
believe that nine out of every ten men in the brigade had some such
thought as myself.

It was true that we might strike a blow at Nelson's Ferry, but let
the reader remember that ours was probably the only armed force, true
to the colonies, then in the Carolinas; let him remember that the
Britishers overran our land, even as did the locusts of old, and how
might four hundred men or less oppose all the soldiers the king could
send against us?

Surely for us of the southern colonies, this night, when we three set
out to spy upon the victorious troops coming down from Camden with our
friends as prisoners, was the worst ever known.

We were beaten--hemmed in, and, like rats in the corner, could only
make one desperate fight, not against death, but simply as proof that
our courage held good even to the very last moment.

Let all these things be borne well in mind, and it is little wonder
that when we rode on after the command was halted, we were in no mood
for leave-taking. Ours might, and it seemed probable it would, be the
last blow in a gallant struggle for liberty.

When we passed the group of officers at the head of the column, all
sitting their horses motionless as statues, looking neither to the
right nor the left, but each man as it were peering into the recesses
of his own heart, asking himself in what way the end would come, I
gave one glance toward my uncle, and it seemed to me as if there was a
certain uplifting of the eyebrows which I interpreted as a "good-by."

More than that we saw not, and five minutes later the brigade of
Williamsburg patriots, tried and true, were left behind, while we two
lads and the old man rode forward, hoping almost against hope that it
might be possible we should accomplish something toward showing the
British king how strong in our hearts was the desire for liberty.

Our horses, jaded by the long march of the day, were unwilling to leave
the troop; they went forward listlessly, and we had not the heart to
spur them on because it was much as if they shared our feelings.

I question if we gained ten miles in advance of the column that night.

Certain it is we were not yet come within the vicinity of Nelson's
Ferry when Gavin Witherspoon's horse stopped short, and the old man
said as he dismounted slowly:

"We may as well rest here for the night, as a mile or two further on. I
propose that we halt until a couple of hours before sunrise, and by so
doing we shall gain time."

After the experience we had had with the old man, Percy and I were more
than willing to follow his advice, and we set about making ourselves as
comfortable as might be under all the circumstances.

A better place for camping could not be found. A tiny brook running
through a grove of pines, where the underbrush was so dense as to
form ample hiding-place, as well as a shelter from the dews of the
night. There was little green feed for the horses; but we carried a
goodly store of grain on our saddles, and, heedless of the possible
necessities of the future which seemed so dark, we allowed the tired
steeds to eat their pleasure from the store.

Such food as we had, and as I have said was taken from the Tory camp,
we ate, and then, lame and sore in every joint from the long hours in
the saddle, we laid ourselves down for perchance the last sleep on this
earth.

My eyes were closed in slumber within two or three minutes after I
was thus stretched at full length upon the bed of pine needles, and
it seemed as if I had slept several hours when something--I know not
what--awakened me.

There was no movement, and the faint light of the stars did not
penetrate the thicket; yet I could see that the horses were lying down;
that my comrades were wrapped in slumber, and it puzzled me to make out
why I was thus wakeful.

Then, partially turning my head, for no other reason than to make
a change of position, I saw what appeared to be the reflection of a
camp-fire through the underbrush.

When one knows that he is surrounded by enemies, the lightest thing
out of the ordinary arouses his suspicions, and although this gleam of
light was so faint that at another time I would have given no heed to
it, now it seemed absolutely necessary I should understand the cause.

It would be foolish to awaken my comrades, so I argued, when there
might be no good reason, and I crept out through the bushes softly
until, having traversed a distance of fifty yards or more, when I saw
that we were not the only ones who had utilized this thicket as a camp.

Four men sat around a small fire eating, and near by were tethered
their horses.

It was fortunate our steeds were so leg-weary, else when this party
drove up they might have given the alarm, for I doubted not but that
these were enemies. At such time in the history of the so-called
rebellion we had so few friends as to be able to say with a certainty
where they were.

It was in my mind to return at once and arouse Gavin Witherspoon and
Percy, that we might make our escape; but all was so quiet, and these
four apparently unsuspicious that any save themselves were in the
vicinity, that I delayed carrying out the purpose in my mind, until,
having almost unconsciously approached a few yards nearer, I recognized
in one of them, that Tory villain, Sam Lee.

Once this discovery was made I no longer thought of returning to where
I had left my comrades; but wriggled along yet nearer, and was well
repaid for the delay.

It would seem as if the men had been questioning young Lee as to his
ability to do something which had been promised, for one of them was
saying when I came within earshot:

"It is a blind chase to push ahead in search of a party of rebels who
by this time may have returned home, hoping to keep secret the part
they have been playing."

To this Sam Lee replied hotly, much as if the honor of the James family
were in his keeping:

"The major will never go home alive so long as one other can be found
to remain with him, and there are many of his kin in Williamsburg."

"But what reason have we for believing you can lead us to them?"

"Because I know of their haunts," the scoundrel said, as if he was
telling the truth. "So far all they have accomplished has been by
surprising our people who are not soldiers; but I guarantee that you
men of the Prince of Wales' regiment will make a different showing
among them."

"Of that I have no question; but these people, knowing fully the
country, can easily disperse between the time we come upon them, and
word has been sent to the command. Then again, we must trust to your
finding them, which I misdoubt greatly, else are you a keener lad than
I have seen in the Carolinas."

It was the eldest of the three men who said this, and as he moved
slightly I saw that his uniform, which I knew full well, was that
of the Prince of Wales' regiment, to which organization Sam Lee had
referred.

"You may do as you please," the young Troy said angrily. "I have told
the colonel that I could lead you to where the scarecrow Marion was
encamped and put you on their trail wheresoever the forces might be
going; but if, now that we are hardly more than started, you choose to
turn back, it is none of my affair, I have done my part."

No reply was made to this, and for a time the men were silent, while I,
speculating as to what might be their purpose, believed it was a simple
matter to guess why they were there.

We knew full well that Sam Lee had been in Captain Barfield's
encampment, and, like the coward that he was, fled when our troops came
up. He also must have ridden all day in order to gain Nelson's Ferry;
had most likely met this regiment of the king's, and claimed ability
to deliver our people into their hands. It seemed also true that these
troopers had ridden in advance of the command, as had we three, and we
were thus come together at a place midway between the Britishers and
our own force.

Up to this point I had no difficulty in forming a satisfactory
conclusion; but beyond that I was all at sea, and naturally thought the
proper course was to return and give information to Gavin Witherspoon.

In fact I was in the act of turning when one of the soldiers said
grumblingly:

"Even though the rebels may be where this lad has stated, I fail to
see why we should have left the camp and ridden half a dozen miles in
advance. What good can be gained by spending the night here, when we
might have done so with our comrades?"

"For my part," the third trooper added, "I would rather sleep here than
do my share of guarding an hundred or more scurvy rebels. Had we stayed
in camp some portion of the duty would have come upon us, whereas we
may lie down under these bushes and sleep until it pleases us to open
our eyes next morning."

"That is all very true," the first speaker replied; "yet there were
good quarters to be found at Nelson's Ferry, and here a bed upon the
ground is the best to be had."

It was almost with difficulty that I suppressed a cry of triumph, for
now I had the full story, and we might return with the information
desired by General Marion before having fairly set out to do the work.

The British force, comprised in whole or in part of the Prince of
Wales' regiment, and guarding an hundred or more of our people,
captured when General Gates was defeated, were encamped at Nelson's
Ferry, six or seven miles away. These fellows, through information
given by Sam Lee, were coming out in search of us, and would not leave
their halting-place until sunrise.

It was a lucky chance which led us to this spot, and the forebodings
which had weighed heavily upon me a few hours previous, were lightened
wonderfully by the thought that fortune, which had borne so hardly upon
us in the past, was about taking a turn in our favor.

I lost no time in returning at once to my comrades, although forced
to do so slowly lest I make so much of noise that the Tory and his
red-coated companions be warned of our nearness.

Then, having arrived by the side of Percy and Gavin Witherspoon,
I pressed both hands upon their mouths to prevent any cry in their
awakening.

The old man's grasp upon my arm told that he was fully alive to the
situation, and I repeated as quickly as might be all that had been
heard.

Sitting bolt upright as if any future movement depended wholly upon me,
he said in a whisper:

"Whether the horses can cover sixteen or twenty miles after a long
day's work, is a question."

"But one which you should not ask," Percy added in a more serious tone
than I had ever heard him employ. "We have gained the information for
which we were sent, and it must be carried back to camp without delay."

"I grant you that, lad; but was only asking myself whether it might be
possible for our people to take advantage of it."

"Such speculations can be deferred until we have spoken with General
Marion," Percy replied as he arose, and after that there was no
discussion among us.

To get the horses on their feet without making a noise was no slight
task; but we accomplished it after a certain fashion, and led them out
of the thicket, not mounting until we were fully two miles away.

After that our progress was no more rapid than if we had remained on
foot, for it seemed impossible to urge the animals at a pace faster
than a walk, and it appeared to me as if the morning must be near at
hand when we were finally come to the encampment.

All our men were not given over to slumber, as was shown by our being
challenged before yet we knew how near to us was the military force,
and five minutes later we were standing beside our uncle, who, suddenly
aroused from his sleep, asked with a note of alarm in his tones:

"What disaster has befallen you?"

We soon gave him to understand that fortune had played us a good turn,
and immediately the information was given he became animated.

One would have said he had never known fatigue, to have seen him as he
ran toward where General Marion was sleeping, and, shaking the officer
into wakefulness, he repeated in a few words our story.

I had supposed the news we brought would cause some sensation in the
camp; but never believed it would be acted upon so quickly.

Within fifteen minutes from the time of our being challenged by the
sentinel, every man was in the saddle, and Percy, Gavin Witherspoon
and myself were riding at the head of the column by my uncle's side, in
order that we might point out the place where the soldiers and Sam Lee
were encamped.

We now learned that it was midnight; the tired men and their horses
had had six hours of rest, and although the advance was not rapid, we
pressed forward with greater speed than I had believed possible, our
own steeds seeming to be revived by the companionship of the others.

Now I am come to that point in this story concerning which I can say
but little of my own knowledge, for certain it is that I fell asleep
even while in the saddle, and was not conscious of anything until the
halting of my horse nearly threw me over his head.

We had arrived within two miles of Nelson's Ferry, and it was yet
night. Unless some unfortunate accident occurred at the last moment,
there was an opportunity of our soon learning whether the British
regulars would hold firm under such a surprise as we should be able to
give them.

The purpose of the halt was not to reconnoiter, as I had at first
supposed, but in order that a squad of twenty might be detached to gain
possession of the road in the swamp at that post known as Horse Creek,
while we were to attack the main body in the rear.

The scouts who had been sent ahead half an hour before my awakening,
came back reporting that the enemy were encamped on the east bank of
the creek, which was another and a great point in our favor.

Once more would General Marion have a chance to execute his favorite
maneuver, the only one by which we could hope to win while the odds
were so heavily against us.

Twenty minutes or more were spent here waiting for the detachment to
get into position at Horse Creek, and then the advance was resumed,
this time at a slow pace lest the thud of our horses' feet upon the
road should give an alarm.

Despite the fact that I knew full well we would soon be engaged in
deadly encounter, slumber weighed heavily upon my eyelids, and it was
with difficulty I could prevent them from closing.

Rather like one in a dream, than a lad who burned to give his life for
the Cause, did I hold myself in the saddle, and it seemed as if no more
than ten minutes had passed when we were halted again, this time so
near the enemy that the gleam of his camp-fires could be seen.

The moment for reflection had come.

General Marion's force was about to be hurled upon the best men in
the king's army. We who knew little or nothing of military tactics, we
who were mounted upon jaded steeds, and half dead for lack of sleep,
were about to charge a camp of well armed men, most likely in the best
possible condition, and if the end for us of the southern colonies was
near, it seemed as if this was indeed the last moment.

"At full speed, and do not fire until we are close upon them!" was the
whispered word passed from man to man, and I saw those either side of
me carefully charging their rifles or muskets.

Even though we were come upon the Prince of Wales' regiment and a
portion of the 63d Regulars, as was afterward learned, the result was
much the same as when we rode down upon the undisciplined Tories.

There was the onward leaping of the horses as the spurs were sunk deep
in their flanks; the thunder of their hoofs; the cries of the enemy
as they were awakened from their slumbers; our shouts of triumph; the
crackle of musketry and the groans of the wounded.

It was a dream--a horrible nightmare rather than a reality, and had
I been a spectator instead of a participant, it would have seemed no
different.

At such times the excitement of the battle is full upon one, and I have
yet to see man or boy who can give a clear and detailed account of all
that occurred while the scent of the powder was in his nostrils.

This much I do know, that, as twice before, I loaded and discharged
my musket, or used it as a club; that I forced my horse to keep pace
with my uncle's steed, who was ever foremost in the fray, and then the
fleeing mass told that the enemy were in retreat.

This victory, when the majority of our men had believed the attack
would prove our final ending, did more to revive the drooping spirits
of General Marion's force than anything else could have done.

We forgot weariness; forgot everything save the fact that we of
Williamsburg had been pitted against the king's best soldiers, and
were come out of the battle as well as when we met Major Gainey's or
Barfield's men.

On this occasion, however, we did not press the pursuit. It was known
that these soldiers would re-form, where raw recruits might continue
panic-stricken, and we were not so strong in numbers as to risk a
regular engagement.

My uncle was the foremost here, as he ever had been, and Percy and I
remained by his side, therefore can I say of a verity that we did not
ride after the retreating column more than half a mile; but, once well
clear of the encampment, drew rein and turned about.

It was now near to daylight, and we soon learned that we had captured
or killed twenty-two regulars, among whom was a captain, and held two
Tories as prisoners.

Our loss was one killed and one wounded.

In addition to having thus gained a victory over the best of his
majesty's soldiers in the colonies, we had recaptured one hundred and
fifty men, and it is not necessary to say how much of rejoicing there
was in our lines when the sun rose.

Now am I come to the shameful part of the story, and one which will be
most difficult of belief.

To Percy and I it seemed that with this successful attack, by
liberating one hundred and fifty men who were supposed to be friends
to the Cause, because of wearing the Continental uniform, we had added
just so much to General Marion's strength, and neither of us had any
question but that every one of them would gladly join our force.

As we two believed, so did all our comrades as well as the officers who
led us, for after the first rejoicings were over those who had been
prisoners were ordered into line, and Major James proposed, with the
air of one who thinks he makes what will be accepted without question,
that they enroll themselves among us of Williamsburg until such time as
we could fight our way through the district to where others who loved
the Cause might be found.

To the shame of these Continental soldiers it must be set down that out
of that number freed by us at risk of our lives, only three consented
to serve under the general.

Some said that the "Cause was lost;" others declared that to fight
longer was "simply to risk one's life without an object, because the
king's troops overrun the country, and after the defeat of Gates there
was no longer the slightest chance we could hold our own many days."

When no more than these three stepped forward from the ranks
in response to his proposal, and the others talked loudly among
themselves, or with our men, my uncle turned away like one who is
stricken with a deadly wound.

Then Percy and I made our way among these men who wore the buff and the
blue, to hear further reasons as to why they had acted such a cowardly
part.

It was a captain, one who should have been the first to urge his men to
enlist, who said in reply to my questions:

"Surely the Cause has none in the Carolinas, save this beggarly force
to which you are attached, while the British have overrun this section
of the country. The Continentals are dispersed or captured; the
Virginia and North Carolina militia are scattered to the four winds;
Sumter's Legion has been whipped by Tarleton, and their leader is
fleeing for his life. In addition to all that, here is a copy of the
letter which Lord Clinton has sent to the commandants of the different
posts throughout the colonies."

Then the officer handed me a slip of paper on which was written the
following:

"I have given orders that all of the inhabitants of this province who
have subscribed, and have taken part in this revolt, should be punished
with the greatest rigor; and also those who will not turn out, that
they may be imprisoned and their whole property taken from them or
destroyed.... I have ordered in the most positive manner that every
militiaman, who has borne arms with us, and afterwards joined the
enemy, shall be immediately hanged!"




CHAPTER VII.

THE RETREAT.


We of Williamsburg were most certainly in a peculiar position, after
having released one hundred and fifty prisoners and discovered that
only three had sufficient faith in the Cause, or were sufficiently
eager for death, to join us.

Now right here let me set down that the men under General Marion were
true patriots, gentlemen of the Williamsburg district, and in every
sense of the word, worthy citizens. This I say because the British
people even at this late day, five years since peace was declared and
we have become a free and independent people, say that "that officer
who caused Tarleton so much annoyance had as a following only the
dissolute and depraved."

I repeat, the force under General Marion was made up of gentlemen, the
greater number of whom owned plantations in or near the Williamsburg
district, and the fact that they had for a leader such a man as my
uncle, Major James, is sufficient proof as to their character.

Although these men were by this time come to believe that the Cause for
which they had struggled so long was much the same as lost, so far as
we in the southern colonies were concerned, yet they were not of the
class that acknowledges itself beaten while life remains.

Therefore it was, that instead of being yet further disheartened by
this failure which followed a brilliant victory, they were the more
determined to strike every possible blow before the end should come.

The cruel and barbarous proclamation of Lord Clinton aroused their
anger rather than fear, and within half an hour after it had been
circulated among us, I heard my uncle, the major, say that no document
could have been put in a style better calculated to drive recruits
into our ranks than that which was written evidently for the purpose of
frightening the colony into submission.

There is, perhaps, a good word to be spoken for those men, who, having
been released from captivity by us, were willing to serve under General
Marion.

They had been whipped at the very moment victory seemed certain, and it
is little wonder that the faint-hearted should have begun to despair,
when, after four years of desperate struggling, the "rebellion" was
well-nigh crushed out.

At the moment, we of Williamsburg could have no sympathy for such
cowards, as we called them, and had any of the men begged us for food
I question if we would have supplied their wants, so angered were we by
the refusal to enlist.

It was evident to every man among us that it was not safe to remain
on this road over which the British soldiers were continually passing,
and particularly since those whom we had defeated would speedily give
information to all the king's officers in the colony.

From this hour our little brigade would be hunted down without mercy,
and there could be no question but that the chase would be a lively one
since the Britishers in this section had no other "rebels" with whom to
occupy their attention.

Therefore it was that every man in the command felt a certain sense of
relief, when, after a halt of no more than four hours, word was given
to remount the tired horses.

We rode four hours or more, and then were come to the forest round
about Hope Mountain, when the word was given that we would have an
opportunity to indulge in a long rest.

During this march it can well be imagined that Gavin Witherspoon, Percy
and myself kept a sharp lookout for Sam Lee. The greatest desire in
my heart at that moment was to make a prisoner of the young Tory, for
he, knowing well every man in the brigade, would be able to give the
Britishers many valuable hints regarding our probable whereabouts, and
so long as he remained at liberty we had a dangerous enemy afoot, even
though that enemy was a coward.

Every man, including officers, brought away with him from this last
encounter a goodly store of provisions, and there was no fear of
suffering from lack of food, even though we remained a week in this
encampment at the foot of the mountain.

The days were passed in perfect idleness, save so far as the grooming
of our horses was concerned, and, although not a trooper left the camp,
we were kept well informed regarding the movements of the enemy, by
such of the people round about as were friendly to the Cause.

Therefore it was that we heard sad news from Camden when the humane
and chivalrous Lord Cornwallis hanged eight old men and seven boys,
prisoners whom he had taken after the battle, simply because there
was a suspicion that they might have been concerned in the so-called
rebellion.

Nor was this wholesale murder the only crime committed by the
conquerors in the Carolinas during the week we remained idle.

From every quarter came stories of barbarity and excesses committed by
British officers, and that which seemed like a great misfortune soon
proved, despite the horror, to be a blessing in disguise, for it drove
into our ranks every man from the surrounding country who had ever been
charged, whether rightfully or no, with taking any part whatsoever in
the resistance to the king's oppressions.

Within six days there were enrolled among the followers of General
Marion no less than seven hundred and fifty good men and true; but it
is not to be supposed that such number remained in camp.

In fact, although the brigade was being strengthened daily, the
force under arms was decreasing, and for two good reasons: First,
because such a body could not readily be supplied with provisions,
and secondly, because the majority of these troopers were men of
families, who, during this season of inactivity, took advantage of the
opportunity to provide for the wants of those at home.

No more than one hundred and fifty remained in the camp at Hope
Mountain; but the others stood ready to respond to the first summons
that their service was needed.

It was late in the evening of the eighth day, when one on whose
fidelity to the Cause we could rely, came into camp with the
information that Tarleton's Legion and a strong force under Major
Wemyss, had been sent by Lord Cornwallis against us.

Although his lordship had affected to despise General Marion, he
certainly acted as if he believed our commander a gallant officer,
otherwise why were the 63d Regulars and the Legion of Tarleton sent
against what the Britishers had contemptuously termed "that beggarly
crew."

Before morning other friends came into camp, and we knew that the two
forces were not as yet united; but Major Wemyss with the 63d Regulars,
and a large body of Tories under Major Harrison, were advancing rapidly
toward Hope Mountain, information of our whereabouts having been given,
perhaps, by that young scoundrel, Sam Lee, who I doubted not was doing
his best to work us harm.

Although there was much in this information to dishearten, I believe
every member of our small band felt a certain sense of satisfaction
that the time for action was near at hand. None of us had doubted but
that we should be employed against the enemy in some manner, despite
the great difference in numbers.

Gavin Witherspoon, Percy and I were so fortunate as to be among the
fifty selected to reconnoiter, and when we saddled our horses, which
were in prime condition after their long halt, there was a certain
sense of exultation in our hearts, even though it seemed absolutely
certain we could effect nothing so far as the welfare of the Cause was
concerned.

It is not my purpose to write at any length regarding the adventure
which befell us, for among the many deeds of daring which the followers
of General Marion were given liberty to perform, this incident would
seem to one who did not take part in it, as something too trifling to
be worthy of mention.

Therefore will I tell it hurriedly, and in the fewest words, in order
the sooner to come to that time of sorrow and humiliation when we began
the retreat from the lower Carolinas.

We, fifty picked men, and I speak of Percy and myself as such
although we were only boys, set out near to noon on the reconnoiter,
understanding that the remainder of the force led by General Marion
would follow fifteen or twenty miles in the rear in order to be ready,
if opportunity presented itself, to fall upon the detached bands of
Major Wemyss' command.

It was known, however, that the general would halt at the old Sinclair
plantation, if it so chanced that the venture should lead us thus far.

Until nightfall we rode straight on, and then we were met by those who
told us that the advance guard of the enemy was near at hand.

The command was immediately given for each man to conceal himself in
the thicket either side the road, where a view could be had of the
enemy as they passed, and in such position we were to remain until the
last straggler was beyond us, after which the major proposed that, by
making a wide detour, we could reach the Sinclair plantation in ample
time to give an alarm, should it be learned that the attack was not
advisable.

Although we were in hiding, and there was little reason for whosoever
might lead this force to believe any of Marion's men were in
the vicinity, the position we had taken was a dangerous one, for
peradventure one of our horses was allowed to whinny, the Britishers
would attack immediately, when fifty against a thousand would stand
small chance of escape.

It was nightfall before the first of the red-coated column appeared,
and Percy and I, standing side by side, gripping our horses' muzzles,
saw the formidable 63d Regulars as they came up with swinging
stride even more than a thousand strong, and marched by our place of
concealment with never a thought that the very prey for whom they were
seeking might be near at hand.

My heart literally stood still for the time being, because even a lad
unused to warfare knew beyond a question that should these men learn
where we were hidden the end would come speedily.

I hardly dared to breathe, lest by so doing an alarm be given, and yet
although fifty horses were concealed either side the road, not a sound
was heard to betoken their whereabouts.

The regiment marched by; then came the Tory command under Major
Harrison, which I believe was even more in numbers than Major Wemyss'
men, and after them, more than a thousand yards in the rear, twenty
Tory stragglers.

The major, my uncle, was stationed on the opposite side of the road
from where Percy and I stood, and we had no knowledge whatsoever of his
movements.

When these rascally traitors to their country lounged along, evidently
believing themselves safe because of the large force in advance, the
thought came into my mind that it would be a proper ending to our
reconnoissance if we set upon them suddenly.

This idea had no more than come into my mind when we heard a crashing
noise from the opposite side of the road, and immediately the major
appeared, followed by all who had remained with him, and we needed no
other signal.

In a twinkling, as it were, the Tory stragglers were surrounded, and
perhaps no more than sixty seconds elapsed before each man of them had
been disarmed and was mounted behind one of our troop.

Then it can readily be understood that we put spurs to our horses,
striking through the wooded country to the left in order to circle
around the main body of the enemy, and the frightened prisoners had
an opportunity of knowing that we raised good stock in Williamsburg
district, for in less than an hour we were come to the Sinclair
plantation.

The information for which we had sent was gained, and, in addition, we
had twenty disconsolate-looking prisoners, who by this time had come
to know that the Cause of freedom in the Carolinas was not yet wholly
crushed out.

The renegades were herded into a stable, and, to the surprise of us
all, no order was given to dismount.

That portion of the force which had been left behind with General
Marion was in the saddle when we came up, and there they remained, as
did we, while our officers, withdrawing to a clump of live oaks near
at hand, entered into what proved to be a long, and certainly was a
serious, consultation.

We knew full well that our future movements were being decided upon,
and although there were more than two thousand armed men in the
immediate vicinity searching for us, who would soon be joined by
Tarleton's Legion, I believe there was not one of our brigade who did
not hope most certainly that we would be pitted against them, desperate
though the odds were.

Not until an hour before sunrise was the consultation come to an end,
and then came the long expected order to advance.

"Ay; but in what direction?" Gavin Witherspoon, who was by my side,
asked in a low tone, and the answer came later, when General Marion
said:

"My men, it is the opinion of all in command that we return to Lynch's
Creek, and I ask you to have confidence in us who have arrived at this
decision, which is as painful to those who made it as to those who
hear it. Nothing can be accomplished by staying here where capture or
death must inevitably result; but so long as we remain at liberty, so
long will the Cause live, and I promise you that however unpleasant
and apparently disastrous may seem this move, you shall yet have
many opportunities of striking at the British uniform. I ask that you
follow, as you have done since I came among you, cheerfully and without
question, believing that this step has not been decided upon without
due deliberation."

"We are on the retreat," Gavin Witherspoon said to me as the general
ceased speaking, and the words were no more than uttered before a groan
was heard throughout the entire line.

I here set it down, repeating the words that these brave fellows, only
an hundred and fifty strong, could not repress their sorrow because at
this moment, when we were threatened by over two thousand armed men,
one-half of them well-trained troops, the word had been given to fall
back.

It is proof of the spirit of patriotism which animated the hearts of
those in Williamsburg district, that they were saddened only because
of not being brought immediately face to face with an enemy which could
conquer them by sheer force of numbers.

If the cause of liberty was crushed out elsewhere, it yet lived and
burned with an ardent flame in the hearts of those who had pledged
themselves to follow General Marion, and among these patriots Percy
Sumter and myself had the good fortune to be numbered.

Well, we set out on what can be called none other than a retreat, for
once we left the enemy behind us there was no other name for the move.
The old camp at Lynch's Creek was the direct road to North Carolina,
and the king's forces were hunting for us in Williamsburg district.

Now let it be fully understood what all that meant, and then in years
to come no man may wonder why we whose homes were hereabout had sadness
in our hearts.

For the first time since we had risen in our might against the king's
oppression, were the people of Williamsburg and of Pedee to be left
unprotected. Until this moment the enemy had never appeared in our
neighborhood with such a force as enabled them to over-run it without
fear of opposition.

Once we were gone our people must suffer the tender mercies of the
Britishers and the Tories who had in other parts of the Carolinas,
wherever they penetrated, written their names in blood and in flame.

Heretofore the James family, standing at the head of those who served
the Cause, had kept this section of the Carolina colonies free from
the invader. Now they were to leave it--to abandon it--while there were
yet two thousand enemies in the district with more to come, and knowing
full well that should they ever return again it would be to find their
houses smoking ruins, their wives and children homeless and wandering.
It was to leave behind all that was dear, and all that was sacred in
order that the flame of freedom might, although burning feebly, yet be
unquenched.

Even if Percy and I were yet lads, we were full grown in the knowledge
of what had been and what would come, therefore, but in a lesser
degree, of course, were we bowed down by sorrow as, setting our faces
in that direction which would lead us away from home, we allowed the
steeds to make their way at such pace as pleased them.

No man set spur on that ride; no man urged his horse forward, for it
was as if we were held back by chains, and little wonder.

At the time this seemed to us to be a shameful march; but now I can
look back upon it and realize how necessary it was--can understand
that He who rules the destinies of nations had willed that, like the
children of Israel, we should wander through the desert a certain time
before we were come to the Promised Land.

Now having set down all that was in our hearts at this time, let me
hurry over such portion of the story, for it is not pleasant to dwell
upon it.

We arrived at Lynch's Creek that evening, and here we were halted only
so long as was necessary to make the arrangements already decided upon
between our leaders.

Those who had families were requested, when we had come into the old
camp, to leave the brigade and return home, there to remain until such
time as they might be again summoned.

This was done in order that we might move more secretly, and also that
those who were needed at home should be enabled to give to their loved
ones at least the last words which might be spoken on earth.

Within an hour our force was reduced to sixty men, and yet there
remained among us every member of the James family--a fact which went
far toward cheering Percy and I in this retreat.

Five were there, John, William, Gavin, Robert and James, and each
had a family; yet none would desert the leader in whom they had every
confidence--none would desert the Cause, although it was come so low.
Yet for the honor of those who dropped out, it must be said that they
were ready at the first signal to rejoin the brigade.

Gavin Witherspoon had a wife and five children, the youngest eight
years old. To him I said, when, man after man, raising his hat in
adieu, departed with an expression on his face which told of the
sadness in his heart:

"It is for you to go also, Gavin. Such as Percy and I can well be
spared, even though we leave behind a mother whom we love; but she has
kinsfolk who will comfort her."

"My family are alone in the district, Robert Sumter, and yet they will
be comforted, knowing that I am doing my duty as a man."

"Yet every one should care for his own, and you can well be spared when
this movement is no more than a retreat."

"Ay, so I may be," the old man replied emphatically, and in such a
tone as caused me to grip him heartily by the hand. "So I may be,
and yet it would shame me to go, because now has come the hour of our
adversity--the time when all hope seems to have fled; but my desire
to free the colonies from the yoke of the king is as strong as when I
first set out, nigh on to four years ago. I shall remain in the saddle,
Robert Sumter, until we have won that toward which we set our faces, or
a British bullet has brought me low, and in the doing find happiness
for myself as well as give comfort to those who look upon me for an
example."

It was a brave man who spoke those words, and I said then in my heart
that never again would I allow another to utter aught against Gavin
Witherspoon--never again would I allow Percy or myself to laugh at his
oddities or his whimsical fancies.

Freshly mounted were we who left Lynch's Creek at sunset on the day
when we were arrived at the old camp, after those who went insisted
on bringing to us their best horses and the major part of all their
store of ammunition, because, in so doing, it seemed as if they were
contributing in some slight degree to sustaining the Cause which they
had long since despaired of seeing successful.

Dark days indeed were these which had come upon us; but they were
needed, as was afterwards proven, to strengthen our hearts for the
future trial, which led us on to victory when defeat was seemingly
already upon us.

From the hour of leaving Lynch's Creek until we were arrived in
North Carolina, at Amy's Mill on Downing Creek, we never drew rein,
save to halt that the tired steeds might find rest, and at this last
encampment, we remained four and twenty hours.

From there a detachment of ten was sent back as scouts to gain
intelligence of what might be going on in the lower Carolinas, and to
cheer those of our number who had been left behind, in order that the
fire of patriotism might be kept burning.

Then once more we took up the line of retreat, holding it until we were
come to the east side of White Marsh, near the head of the Waccamaw
River, where my uncle, the major, told us three comrades that a
permanent camp would be established.




CHAPTER VIII.

BLACK MINGO SWAMP.


A protracted halt to men whose hearts are heavy is not a desirable
boon, and so we from Williamsburg soon discovered.

The first idea in our minds, when we were come into camp and began to
build shelters for ourselves, each after his own liking, was that we
could enjoy this respite from a roving life, where it was necessary to
be constantly on the alert against danger.

Once we had really settled down, however, and there was nothing of
especial moment with which to occupy our attention, the hours moved so
slowly as to seem like unto days.

At first we three comrades spent a goodly portion of the time
speculating among ourselves as to how long we might be able to hold the
field against the numberless men which the king was sending in pursuit;
but after a time we were wearied with such occupation, and began to
long for active duty.

This isolation and sense of perfect security grew irksome, and there
was not a man among the small detachment who would not gladly have
faced a foe of five times our number, in order to shake off the
lethargy which began to creep over him after eight and forty hours had
passed.

On the fourth day after our having settled down in this encampment,
Major James and Captain Mouzon were sent back into the lower Carolinas
to make certain those who were enlisted in the Williamsburg brigade
held steadfast to their pledges, and the absence of our uncle was to
Percy and I like a great calamity. We looked upon him not only as the
head of the family; but as a true friend and companion-in-arms upon
whom we could rely under every circumstance, and although not thrown
much in his company because of the position we occupied in the force,
the knowledge of his being near at hand, did we need his advice, was
in itself a pleasurable satisfaction which we failed fully to realize
until he was absent.

When a week passed and we were "rusting out," as Gavin Witherspoon
said, it seemed absolutely necessary we have some employment, and
the old man said to me one morning while Percy was making ready the
breakfast:

"Three men have already been sent out as scouts since we came into this
camp, and such duty is necessary because it stands to reason that the
Tories will make every effort to discover the general's hiding-place."

"Ay, all you have said is true, Gavin Witherspoon," I replied; "but of
what avail is it to us since the general calls upon others to act as
scouts, forgetting that we readily performed such duty when it was an
hundred times more dangerous than at present?"

"This is how it may avail," the old man said in the tone of one who
defies contradiction. "You shall go this morning to General Marion and
offer the services of us three, promising that we will act as scouts so
long as the detachment remains here."

"But if he refuses to detail us for such work?"

"Then pluck up sufficient courage to remind him that we went gladly,
when, perchance, every man in the command would have hesitated. By so
doing you may make him understand he owes something to us three."

At first thought I was not willing to browbeat our commander, for it
appeared to me that what Gavin Witherspoon had proposed was little less
than an attempt to bully the general into acceding to our desires; but
the longer I considered the matter the more reasonable did it seem that
we should be sent out, rather than forced to remain in camp where our
presence was of no possible benefit.

By going we should take away nothing of value from the encampment, and
it might be possible fortune would so favor us that we could render
some signal assistance, even though it did not seem probable there was
any force of the enemy in that vicinity.

Therefore it was that I did as Gavin Witherspoon requested, and to our
great surprise the general not only willingly gave his consent, but
said it pleasured him much that we should so desire to serve the Cause.

"While we remain here waiting such turn in the tide of affairs as
will give us an opportunity to serve the colonists, it is well to know
thoroughly all the country and its inhabitants," he said in conclusion.
"Therefore, so that you return to camp and report once in every four
and twenty hours, you not only have my permission; but will lay me
under obligation by acting the part of scouts, spies or whatsoever you
choose to call the officer."

It can well be understood that we did not linger long after this
interview.

In less than an hour we three, provided with such store of provisions
as would be our portion until the following day, and carrying an ample
amount of ammunition, set out with no idea whatsoever as to where
chance might lead us, save that it seemed wisest to travel toward the
south, for in that direction lay home and friends.

Gavin Witherspoon at once took command of the party by proceeding in
advance, and we, having good cause to trust him implicitly, were more
than willing to follow as he should propose.

There was no thought in our minds that a single enemy might be near at
hand.

The only possibility counted upon was that we should run across one
or more Tories seeking to find the encampment, and thus, perchance,
prevent discovery.

Thus it was we proceeded with a certain amount of caution, although not
deeming it necessary.

Until late in the afternoon we traveled along the banks of the Waccamaw
River, our faces turned toward Williamsburg, and then Percy said, as he
threw himself at full length by the side of the stream:

"We are come on a mission which cannot bear fruit, and it makes little
difference whether we halt here, or five miles further on. Having
remained so long in camp without exercise, my legs tire quickly, and I
propose to rest for the night."

We were ready to gratify him in this respect, the more so because all
of us were in much the same condition, and therefore it was that our
scout came to an end, for the time being, hardly more than fifteen
miles from the starting-point.

Surely we had no reason to grumble against fortune on this our first
visit in the Upper Carolinas.

Such food as we had was ready cooked, and in order to make camp it was
only necessary to lie down among the bushes, where for a time all slept
as we had not done during the time of idleness.

The sun was within an hour of setting when I awakened and found my
companions lying in restful attitudes, but with open eyes.

They also had satisfied the desire for slumber.

How it chanced that we three remained there without speaking one to
another, I know not; but so we did, strangely enough, and because of
our unwitting silence were we enabled to accomplish that which had
seemed improbable.

Human voices in the distance, but sounding nearer and nearer, attracted
our attention, causing all three to rise and seek better concealment,
when we saw through the foliage a party of seven armed men coming up
the bank of the stream from the south, and proceeding with a certain
degree of caution which told that they were in search of something or
some one.

Although not absolutely certain, we felt reasonably sure these
travelers were enemies, and well we might, considering the fact that
nowhere between here and the Carolinas was it known that any friends of
the Cause had habitation.

When the party passed where we were in hiding, they had ceased
conversation; therefore we had no means of determining who they were,
save that all wore portions of a Britisher's accouterments, while our
friends still held to the powder-horn and shot-pouch.

Not until they were lost to view in the distance did either of us
speak, and then it was Percy who said, much as if he had made an
important discovery:

"They are Tories, and searching for General Marion's encampment."

"I allow all that to be true, lad, and now what may be our duty?" Gavin
Witherspoon asked.

"To learn where they halt for the night, and then carry the information
back to camp," my brother said heedlessly, for indeed that seemed to be
the only course left for us.

"There is in my mind a better plan, lad, and, if it so be you two are
willing to take the chances, I venture to predict we will carry yonder
gentlemen before General Marion, instead of hastening ahead to tell him
they are coming."

"Do you mean that we three are to attack seven?" Percy asked, and the
old man said with a smile:

"I have seen both you lads ride gallantly forward when it was a case
of twenty against one, and yet you hesitate with the odds not much more
than double against us?"

"Percy does not hesitate," I replied, jealous lest there should be
a question as to the courage of one of our family. "So that it is in
your mind, Gavin Witherspoon, we will agree to anything that has the
faintest hope of success."

"This is my plan: Yonder strangers are doubtless enemies; but if they
prove to be friends, then have we done them no harm by carrying out
that which is in my mind. We will follow so far in the rear that there
is no danger of being discovered until they camp for the night, and
then it will go hard indeed if we fail to find an opportunity for
making them prisoners."

I did not agree with Gavin Witherspoon in his belief that we might
readily make prisoners of seven men; yet was I well pleased to venture
the attempt, believing something of good might come, even though we
failed in the purpose. It was seldom we who held true to the colonies
had an opportunity of striking even so slight a blow as this when the
odds were no more than two against one, and it would have been folly
for us to have refused such a chance.

Percy, once the plan was made plain, did not consider it necessary to
say whether he agreed to it or not.

To his mind, all who were acquainted with him should know he would
favor any plan, and there was little need for Gavin Witherspoon to go
further into details than he had already done.

"It is such work as this for which we left the camp," Percy said
quietly, "and if the strangers are friends, we can atone for any rough
handling by showing them the way to General Marion's camp."

This, so nearly as I can repeat it after these many years, was all that
passed between us regarding the venture, and we set off on the trail
without further delay.

There is less difficulty in successfully stalking a man than a deer,
and this last had both Percy and I performed time and time again
until it seemed to us like a simple task. Therefore it was that Gavin
Witherspoon had no green hands to aid him in the work he had cut out.

Keeping so far in the rear as to hear the noise as they forced their
way through the underbrush, and yet not so near that we might by any
possibility be seen, the three of us followed this little company who
might be friends, but were probably enemies, until the going down of
the sun, when we knew from such sounds as came to us that they had
halted.

Now it was only a matter of waiting, which, under almost any
circumstances, is the most difficult task to perform patiently; yet
every lad who has hunted wild turkeys is well schooled in such work,
and it can safely be said that we did not risk a failure by being
over-eager.

The men, although having advanced with but little caution, realized
the fact that there might be enemies in the vicinity, for they forbore
building a camp-fire, and this fact rendered our work rather more
difficult than it otherwise would have been.

After it was certain they had settled down for the night we stole
nearer and nearer, until it was possible to hear the conversation
carried on in an ordinary tone, and then we remained motionless until
the time for action should arrive.

When we were come thus far I believed we should hear such words as
would declare whether these seven men were friends or enemies, and in
this I was not disappointed, although we failed to learn anything of
importance.

While eating supper one of them, in the course of the ordinary
conversation concerning the tramp of the day, remarked:

"There is no probability we shall find any of the rebels during the
next two or three days' march, for as yet we are among those who remain
loyal to the king."

The words as written above were all we had to give us a clue to the
character of these strangers; but they were sufficient.

We knew now, as well as if these men had explained at length, that they
were in search of General Marion's encampment, and from that instant,
answering for Percy as well as Gavin Witherspoon, I know that the three
of us counted on making a capture at whatsoever hazard.

Not until fully an hour after the men had stretched themselves upon the
ground and the last word was spoken between them, did we make a move
toward nearing the encampment.

Then it was that I would have gone forward, risking the danger with the
belief that my life had better be made the price, rather than either
of the others, when the old man laid his hand on mine as he whispered
softly in my ear:

"It is for me to go, first, because I have had more experience in such
work, and again, on the plea that I can best be spared to the Cause if
either of us must pay a penalty for leading in the attack."

Although there may be the twang of a braggart in the words, still must
it be set down that I tried to restrain Gavin Witherspoon, but without
success.

When I would have pushed him away he held me back, and it seemed
impossible to advance without such a squabble as would have given the
alarm.

I was absolutely forced to let him take the lead; but Percy and I kept
close upon his heels.

When, after creeping so cautiously that not a twig snapped beneath
our weight, we had come to the small cleared place on the bank of the
stream which the men had selected as an encampment, we saw that they
were sleeping near the foot of a pine tree that had been overturned by
the wind.

The overhanging mass of roots formed a certain sort of shelter which
served to protect them from the dew.

Their rifles were stacked against one of the branches at a distance of
fully three yards from where they lay, and, as a matter of course, it
was necessary to first secure possession of these.

  [Illustration: As Gavin gathered up the weapons, Percy and I called
   upon the sleepers to surrender.--Page 183.]

Gavin did his work, as we knew beyond a question he could do, and when
he raised himself beside the weapons, we two, Percy and I, sprang to
our feet, calling upon the sleepers to surrender.

They had no other choice than to obey, and sheepish indeed were these
seven after we had drawn them up in line, when they understood how
small was the force which had taken them prisoners.

Yet were they reasonably good men, so far as Tories go, inasmuch as no
one spoke a word, all refusing to answer the questions which we asked.

So far as we ourselves were concerned this made little difference, and
without delay, although they as well as ourselves were fatigued, most
likely, by the long tramp, we began the return to General Marion's
camp.

As it proved later, our capture was of great importance, even though
the prisoners stoutly refused to give information when the general
questioned them, for their presence showed that Tarleton was hot after
us, knowing somewhat of our whereabouts, and the time was come when we
must retreat yet further, or return to the task of showing the invaders
that the spirit of liberty in these southern colonies was not yet
crushed out.

Now let me set down here what we had learned since the day when we set
free the one hundred and fifty Continentals who refused, save in the
case of the three true men, to join our force.

Major Wemyss had marched for seventy miles from Nelson's Ferry,
straight across the district of Williamsburg, desolating a path fifteen
miles in breadth after such merciless fashion that one would have said
he had been taught in the schools of the savage.

All the dwellings on his way, save those habited by well-known
Tories, were given to the flames; the people were plundered of their
possessions; such property as the troops could not use was destroyed,
while the animals were wantonly shot and allowed to rot where they
fell.

Those who were thus plundered saw all their belongings swept away by
fire, and they, even to the women and children, were held forcibly back
to prevent them from saving the smallest article of value.

Men were hanged without semblance of trial, and when their loved ones
pleaded for mercy, the British soldiery rode them down.

All the time it seemed almost as if the good God had forsaken the
colonies, and yet we came to know that all these acts of barbarous
cruelty were necessary to arouse our people from the fear and the
despondency into which they had fallen.

It did arouse them.

It forced men into the ranks of the patriots who otherwise would have
waited quietly by until the colonies or the king should have proven a
right to the country.

Within two days from the time the seven scouts were taken prisoners
and we had arrived at our encampment, the hour was come when we should
return, and among those on the banks of the Waccamaw who held steadfast
to General Marion, there was no one who did not rejoice because the
moment for action was at hand.

Taking the prisoners with us, we set out on a forced march, which was
continued night and day until we had seen the sun rise and set three
times while we yet remained in the saddle, save when it was absolutely
necessary to give rest to our steeds.

Then we were come to Lynch's Creek once more--to the old camp--where we
found all those who had waited behind until the signal should be given,
with the addition of more than two hundred new recruits--men who had
been driven by the cruelty of the king's hirelings into the ranks of
those who would save their country.

More than this, those whom we met gave information that Major Wemyss
had retired to Georgetown, wearied with chasing the Swamp Fox, and a
body of six hundred well-armed Tories were encamped near Black Mingo
Swamp, fifteen miles below where we were halted, under command of
Captain John Ball.

Here was our work cut out for us, and like the true patriot and ardent
soldier that he was, General Marion gave us no cause to complain of
hesitation on his part.

It was less than four hours from the time our command was halted, and
while yet we were exchanging greetings with those who had parted from
us so many days before, that our commander, calling the men in a body
around him, thus spoke:

"Hardly more than two hours' ride from here are encamped a force of
these renegades whom we call Tories. They outnumber us slightly; but
even though there were twice as many, yet I believe you who have served
so gallantly under me since I came into the Williamsburg district,
could whip them in the open field. We are told that recruits are
flocking from every quarter of this portion of the colony to join us,
and by waiting we may double our strength; yet at the same time it is
possible that the enemy will take the alarm and flee. I propose that we
march at once, and within twenty-four hours from the time of returning
to the scene of our labors strike such a blow as shall give Tarleton
and Wemyss to understand that the spirit of liberty has been revived,
rather than broken, by their butcheries and their barbarities."

A ringing cheer, in which every man participated, was the answer to
this speech, and more than that no commander could need.

Five minutes later, it could not have been more, we were in the saddle,
led by two sons of Captain Waties, who had already made themselves
familiar with the approaches to the enemy's camp, and Major James, my
uncle, said as he reined his horse in that he might fall back between
Percy and I for a moment:

"Lads, we have once more taken up the work, and with such a commander
I venture to predict that it will not cease, until the last adherent to
the Cause has yielded up his life, or we have brought the Carolinas out
from under the sway of the butchers."

Gavin Witherspoon, who had been riding slightly in the rear, spurred
his horse forward until he could speak with my uncle:

"Whereabout in the Black Mingo are these scurvy scoundrels encamped?"

"At Shepherd's Ferry on the south side of the stream."

"Then we must cross that bridge on planks, if I mistake not, in order
to come at them?"

"You are right, Gavin."

"And so many horsemen as we number may not be able to do that without
giving an alarm."

"It is a chance which we must take. Whether they have warning of our
approach, or not, from the moment we reach the causeway our advance
must be rapid."

Then my uncle rode ahead to join General Marion, and we, tired and
sleepy from being long in the saddle without proper hours of rest,
relapsed into silence until we were arrived at this same bridge of
which Gavin had spoken.

It was midnight, and I had said to Percy that all the odds were in our
favor, so far as taking the enemy by surprise was concerned, when the
foremost of the troops clattered across the planks.

Within sixty seconds an alarm gun was heard from the Tory encampment.

Now was come the time, and the first, when we two lads were to take
part in a conflict where the enemy was expecting us.

It would be a real battle, and Percy cried, clasping my hand as we
spurred our horses on at a gallop lest we be left in the rear:

"We may perchance come to our death, Bob, before the sun shall rise
again; but it shall never be said that we failed to follow the head of
the family wherever he might lead!"




CHAPTER IX.

THE BATTLE.


Of the battle, short, sharp and bloody, which followed after we had
given the alarm by riding across the plank causeway into Black Mingo
Swamp, I can set down but little of my own knowledge, because Gavin
Witherspoon, Percy and myself were with what was called, for the time
being, the "cavalry," and we saw only that portion of the engagement
which fell to our share.

However, I have heard my uncle tell the story again and again in these
words, and there can be no doubt as to its correctness, however the
historian of the future may write concerning the action:

"After the alarm gun sounded, promptness and swift riding became as
necessary as had caution, and the general ordered his men to follow him
at a gallop until the force reached the main road, about three hundred
yards from where it was known the enemy lay.

"Here, with the exception of a small number who were to act as cavalry,
the entire command dismounted. A body of picked men under Captain
Waties was ordered down the road to attack Dollard's house where the
Tories had been posted. Two companies under Hugh Horry were sent to
the right, and the cavalry to the left, to support the attack, Marion
himself bringing up the rear.

"It so happened, however, that the Tories had left the house
immediately after being alarmed, and were strongly drawn up in a field
near at hand.

"Here it was they encountered Horry's command on the advance, with a
fire equally severe and unexpected. The effect was that of a surprise
upon the colonists. Horry's troops fell back in confusion, but were
promptly rallied and brought on the charge.

"Immediately the battle became obstinate and bloody; but the appearance
of the men under Waties, who came up suddenly in the rear of the
Tories, soon brought it to a close. Finding themselves between two
fires, the enemy gave way in all directions to flee for refuge to the
neighboring swamp of Black Mingo."

This is the story of the battle as I have heard my uncle tell it many
times.

As for the part which we three comrades played, I can say but little in
detail.

When the advance was ordered we rode forward eagerly, for inaction
had whetted our desire, and once more we gave the renegade sons of the
colony a much needed lesson.

To me the engagement was not as desperate as either of the others in
which Percy and I had taken part, for at no time did we of the cavalry
come to a hand-to-hand encounter with those who chose to serve a king
whose only delight was in oppression; but that it was a real and a
bloody battle was known full well after we had gained possession of
the field, for then our officers learned from such prisoners as had
been taken, that the enemy outnumbered us two to one, and of all those
engaged, true colonists as well as false, a full third were killed or
disabled.

Our loss was great, when one takes into consideration the fact that we
made the attack, and that it was in a certain sense surprising.

Captain Logan was killed; Captain Mouzon and Lieutenant Scott so
severely wounded that even though their lives were saved it would
be impossible for them to do active service again, and more than an
hundred people were dead or disabled.

Among the Tories the execution had been great; Captain Ball was dead,
and a full two hundred lay on the ground lifeless, or wounded to such
an extent that retreat was impossible.

In addition to that, we had among us one hundred and two as prisoners,
and they who had a few hours previous believed the Cause of freedom in
the Carolinas was dead, now pleaded eagerly to be allowed to enlist.

They had no love for country; but were ready as ever to join such force
as appeared to be gaining ascendancy, and this one victory had put the
Cause on a different footing from what it had been since the day we
made the attack upon the Prince of Wales' regiment at Nelson's Ferry.

In discussing this engagement afterward, Gavin, Percy and I have
decided, to our own satisfaction at least, that not one among our
leaders had any idea of the good which might result from what was
little less than a chance encounter when the king's officers believed
we had been whipped into submission.

We ourselves almost became weary of it as the days passed and this man
or that, who had previously declared his allegiance to the king, came
into camp, begging the privilege to enlist under the banner of General
Marion.

But I am getting ahead of my story, and it is little wonder, for on the
night before the battle at the Black Mingo we had considered ourselves
outlaws, whose only hope lay in striking one or more severe blows
before death should befall us. Then to find that the Cause had suddenly
received a new lease of life was so unexpected and happily surprising,
that even at this late day I cannot forbear a sense of triumph such as
I did not know even on the day peace was declared, when these colonies
had become a free nation--a nation such as I doubt not will one day be
a power in the world.

We laid in this captured camp sufficiently long to give all our friends
opportunity of joining us, and the faint-hearted inhabitants nearabout
time to declare their pretended love for the Cause, before attempting
to continue the lesson to the red-coats which had been so long delayed.

It was during this time of inaction that we were joined by a young man
hardly older than myself, who was destined to make the fourth in our
comradeship.

This was none other than Gabriel Marion, the general's nephew, a lad
loved by our commander as if he had been a son, and on whom one might
pin his faith, knowing full well it would never be betrayed.

This Gabriel did not resemble his uncle in feature, else might we
never have come to take him to our hearts as we did. The general wore
a somber countenance, while the lad was ever smiling, however great the
danger which threatened.

The general rarely spoke in a jovial tone, while Gabriel never lost an
opportunity of uttering a jest.

Within half an hour after he rode into the captured camp at Shepherd's
Ferry the general sent for Percy and myself, and, when we presented
ourselves, introduced his nephew much in the following fashion:

"This lad is as dear to me as a son, and his honor, his courage and
patriotism as near to my heart as my own, therefore do I present him to
you two lads whom I know to be true and faithful to whatsoever you set
your word. Make of him a comrade, and you will please me; hold him to
his duties as you hold each other, and you will benefit him."

No words could have been more flattering or more pleasing to us, and it
can well be imagined that we were especially careful from this day out
to merit the continuance of the same favorable opinion.

Gabriel was a lad whom all would love immediately after knowing him,
and once having formed his acquaintance, he was found to be the same
one day as another,--a true, lovable comrade.

To him, as a matter of course, we told all that had come to us, since
we were regularly enrolled as members of his uncle's force, and in so
doing spoke necessarily of Sam Lee.

Although we held ourselves ever ready to meet any enemies of the Cause,
it was that young Tory whom we especially hoped to come across.

If I have not heretofore set it down strongly, let it be understood
we had never come to a new neighborhood without a strong hope that
he might be met, and the three of us were resolved to capture him at
the first opportunity whatever the hazard, for in all the Carolinas
could be found no more bitter enemy than this same lad who had taken
sides with the hirelings of the king simply because of his own vicious
nature.

"Without good reason therefore, Sam Lee is, I believe, bent on doing
all possible harm to us of Williamsburg, and when we have made him
prisoner, holding the scoundrel so close that he cannot escape until
the Cause be won or hopelessly lost, we shall have accomplished a good
work," Percy said when I had finished the story regarding that young
Tory.

"How may he, a lad without influence, do so much mischief?" Gabriel
asked, and Gavin Witherspoon replied promptly:

"It is because of being a mere boy that gives him the advantage. Unless
our friends know him for what he is, it would naturally be thought that
he was incapable of harm. I had rather have him in my clutches than any
man short of a major in the British service."

"What prevents our setting out some day and bringing him into camp?"
Gabriel asked with a merry laugh; but there was no need I should answer
the question, for he knew full well had it been possible we would have
had the Tory within our grasp long before this.

Just how many days we remained in camp at Shepherd's Ferry I am unable
to set down, because there was much to occupy our time, although such
occupation was not directly connected with the Cause.

We four comrades were constantly being sent out as scouts, or to urge
that the planters near at hand bring in food, so that one day went
by after another with exceeding swiftness and so much of pleasurable
intercourse that it was more like a merry-making than a struggle
against a mighty king.

However, the day came when word was whispered round about the camp that
we were to set out at once for Lynch's Creek, to make an attack upon
Colonel Harrison and his Tory Legion.

While we were preparing for the journey, good friends came in with
tidings that the renegades were gathering in large force in and about
Salem and the fork of Black River.

Here it was, so we were told, that Colonel Tynes of the British service
had appeared, summoning the people as good subjects of his majesty to
take the field against their countrymen, and he brought with him ample
supplies of war materials, provisions, and even of luxuries such as our
people had not seen for many a month.

Eager though we were to be at Harrison's Tories, the tidings of new
muskets with bayonets, broad swords, pistols, saddles, bridles, and
of powder and ball which the Britisher had brought with him caused our
mouths to water.

Had General Marion neglected to take advantage of such opportunity
as seemed suddenly to have presented itself, I believe the men of his
brigade, obedient and faithful as they had been, would have burst into
loud murmurings, for we were sadly in need of equipments.

Before the day on which this information was brought had come to an
end, others who were friendly to the Cause arrived with the definite
information that Colonel Tynes was encamped at Tarcote, on the forks of
Black River, and apparently so secure in mind regarding his position
that such watchfulness as common prudence would have dictated was
neglected.

It was just such an advantage as General Marion delighted in; exactly
the kind of work for which we of the brigade were best adapted, and
every man was in a fever to be at the task which was at one and the
same time for the benefit of the Cause and the better equipment of
ourselves.

While the officers deliberated, the rank and file announced what
articles they most needed, as if it were only necessary to make the
statement in order to have their desires fulfilled, and, in short,
there was not one among us but that believed we could have for the
choosing anything in Colonel Tynes' stores.

Tarleton with his Legion was hot after us, and so every one knew; but
thus far we had failed to meet him, and between his force and ours was
that gallant general of Carolina, my father's kinsman, General Sumter
standing ever ready to interpose lest Tarleton should fall upon General
Marion when he was least prepared, and who delighted in leading that
British butcher on a wild-goose chase.

Truly we two, Percy and I, had reason to be proud of the men to whom we
were bound by ties of blood, for the names of Sumter and James stood
high, and with good cause, among the defenders of the Carolinas in
those dark days when armed resistance seemed little short of suicide.

I realize that this task which Percy has insisted I shall perform is
being done in a halting fashion, because of my speaking overly much,
perhaps, of those who remained true during the darkest days known by
the southern colonies; but yet how may it be possible to tell any
portion of the story of the Carolinas without mentioning again and
again the names of those patriots who ventured life and fortune when
such sacrifice seemed hopeless?

  [Illustration: In the darkness we four comrades were sent forward to
   reconnoitre.--Page 205.]

However, just now must be told what we of the Williamsburg district
did with the overly confident Colonel Tynes, and yet the story
must be brief, because the adventure was no more than an ordinary
occurrence, where neither glory nor honor is to be won, nor great deeds
accomplished.

At midnight, eight and forty hours after the news had been brought,
General Marion's brigade descended upon Colonel Tynes' camp, and simply
overran it.

It seems strange even now that we should have seized upon all that
store, throwing so many well-armed men into a panic by simply riding
among them, yet such is the fact.

When, in the darkness of the night, the brigade came upon the
encampment, we four comrades were sent forward to reconnoiter, and true
it is that we failed to find a single sentinel on guard. In some of the
camps men were playing cards, in others they slept, and yet more sat
around the camp-fires, drinking and smoking.

The officers were making merry in a building hard by, and there were
none to oppose our progress.

The reconnaissance was attended with as little danger as if we four
had gone out sight-seeing among friends, and when we returned to where
General Marion and my uncle the major, awaited our coming, it was with
a story so incredible that for an instant they could hardly believe our
statements.

Then the word "Forward" was given, and we, as I have said, overran that
camp without hindrance.

Neither Britisher nor Tory so much as discharged a gun; the redcoat
and renegade Carolinian alike sought refuge in flight, hoping to gain
the fastness of Tarcote Swamp, and to have cut them down in their panic
would have been like murdering men in cold blood, for how can you take
the life of him who offers no resistance?

Twenty minutes had not elapsed from the time we made our report, until
the encampment with all its wealth of British stores was our own, and
here and there came some scurvy Tory crawling and cringing before our
officers as he begged to be allowed the privilege of enlisting.

It was not warfare; but simply a foraging expedition among people who
were the same as unarmed.

Colonel Tynes, two of his captains, and fifty-four British regulars
were taken prisoners. We hardly troubled ourselves about the Tories,
save that Gavin, Percy, Gabriel and I rode here and there searching
eagerly for Sam Lee, but finding him not.

When day broke our men overhauled the equipments and the provisions
which were intended for those who should take up arms against us,
and before we gave heed to breaking our fast the old and patched
saddles were replaced by new ones of English make; our powder-horns
and shot-pouches were filled; we wore breeches and boots that had been
brought for the benefit of our enemies, and, to a man, were as well
equipped as any force the butcher Tarleton ever headed.

The prisoners were sent to Kingstree, which town we now believed
ourselves capable of holding, and in the fourth encampment that had
been wrested from the Britishers or their allies, we feasted and made
merry, Gabriel declaring that he was "disappointed in having thus
joined a band of foragers when he expected to see somewhat of warfare."

And the poor lad did see warfare in its most bitter phase before many
days passed.

Now that I am come to the closing acts in this life which we knew for
so short a time and loved so well, I must hasten over them because of
the bitterness which comes to me with the memory that has never faded.

We three comrades--meaning Gavin, Percy and myself--had seen the
darkest days of the struggle, and then suddenly participated in the joy
which came to us when, seemingly without good reason, we were once more
triumphant.

Gabriel had come at the moment when we were flushed with the excitement
of unexpected success, and he saw but little of it, poor lad!

While we lay at Salem receiving every day new recruits from those
who had been lukewarm to the Cause, and from the cowards who believed
safety lay only in friendship with the "rebels," word was brought that
Lord Cornwallis had begged Colonel Tarleton to "get at" General Marion.

It was said that the butcher had arisen from a bed of sickness brought
about by his own excesses, with a vow that he would capture "the scurvy
Swamp Fox," and that his Legion, which was before Camden, had orders
to meet him on the Wateree River, from which place he would set out to
make a prisoner of our general.

This information came to us at a time when we were not only ready, but
willing, to meet the infamous Tarleton, although in his Legion were
two men, where there was one of ours, and, as my uncle said with a grim
smile, when speaking to Gavin Witherspoon after orders had been given
us to prepare for the march, "we would make Colonel Tarleton's mission
as easy of accomplishment as was possible, so far as showing him the
whereabouts of the Swamp Fox was concerned."

Our horses were in good condition; every man among us eager to measure
strength with this human brute who had devastated the Carolinas
wherever he marched, and we hardly drew rein until arriving once more
at Nelson's Ferry, on the Santee River.

This was the second time we had crossed the entire district of
Williamsburg with a swiftness such as astounded the British horsemen,
and it is little wonder that our general received from them the name in
which we of his brigade gloried.

Exactly how strong the Britishers were there was no means of knowing,
although one might guess that Tarleton would not come out with less
than his full legion, which numbered upwards of eleven hundred men; but
yet we pressed forward even after having come upon their trail, and
knowing how much greater their force was than ours--pressed forward
close upon their heels until the hour came when it would have been
folly to continue on, because the horses were winded.

Then we made camp in the woods, Gabriel Marion complaining bitterly
because his uncle had called a halt, although the steed the lad
bestrode could not have advanced five miles more at an ordinary pace.

Near the enemy, as we knew ourselves to be, it was necessary to take
every precaution at this encampment, and we were yet hard at work
while our steeds were feeding, throwing up such rude shelters as would
suffice for the use of the sharp-shooters, when Colonel Richardson, who
served under General Sumter until wounded and had then retired to his
plantation for a time, came into camp.

Percy and I were acting as sentinels when he first arrived, and,
fearing some treachery, for he was a stranger to us, would have
prevented him from even speaking with one of our officers, had he
not referred to his services under our father's brother with such
minuteness of detail that we could not longer remain incredulous.

I conducted him to where General Marion and Major James sat upon the
ground amid a clump of bushes discussing plans for the next day's work,
and had hardly more than saluted when a great light flashed up on the
western sky.

"It is the flames of my dwelling," Colonel Richardson exclaimed
bitterly, even before the general and the major had time to welcome
him. "Tarleton's Legion is within five miles, bent now as ever upon
their work of devastation!"

"And you have fled at such a time?" my uncle, the major, said, in a
tone very nearly that of reproach.

"I would willingly have given up my life in defense of those whom I
love; but that you are in the greatest danger. Hidden with my wife
and children in one of the outbuildings--no other able-bodied man on
the plantation to aid me in a defense which would have been vain--I
saw a lad, whom I believe to be one of the Tory Lees from nearabout
Kingstree, ride up and demand audience of Tarleton. So near was the
butcher to me at the moment that I heard plainly the young scoundrel's
speech, and it was to the effect that General Marion with his brigade
lay here at this place. There was no longer any course left me save to
give you warning, for as soon as my plantation has been ruined and the
butcher satisfies himself I am not at hand to be hanged, he will make
a descent upon you."

"We have come to give him that opportunity," my uncle, the major, said
proudly, whereat Colonel Richardson showed signs of great alarm.

"You can easily be surrounded here, and, with a force such as Tarleton
has, must be cut to pieces, however bravely your men may fight. To make
a stand would be useless sacrifice of life, and I conjure you, General
Marion, that you seek a more advantageous place in which to meet the
enemy; but whatsoever may be your decision, I here offer myself as
a recruit until you shall have given the British cutthroat a proper
lesson."




CHAPTER X.

GEORGETOWN.


The information which Colonel Richardson brought regarding the renegade
who had acquainted Tarleton with General Marion's whereabouts, fired
us four comrades to such a degree that right willingly would we have
pushed forward alone in the hope of taking him prisoner, even while
surrounded by his British friends.

As has already been set down, we gave Sam Lee credit for doing
whatsoever was in his power against us, but, while it was no surprise
that he should have continued making every effort to work harm to
the friends of freedom, there was mingled with our righteous anger
something of astonishment at his success.

He might have lived twice the ordinary lifetime of a man without being
able to do as much mischief as in this case, when our people were
making ready to fall suddenly upon Tarleton's forces.

Now, however, that was impossible. Even Major James realized that,
instead of pushing on, we must beat a retreat once more, and without
loss of time.

From this moment until that sad hour when Gavin, Percy and myself, to
say nothing of the general, were so sorely afflicted, there is nothing
of particular moment to write, except that I set down the different
movements made by our brigade, and the situation of affairs in the
Carolinas.

In less than twenty minutes from the time Colonel Richardson came into
the encampment, were we urging our jaded steeds through that gloomy
swamp known as the "wood-yard," and two hours later the command was
halted on Jack's Creek.

We had covered only six miles in all that time, owing to the condition
of the horses; but it was sufficient, so far as eluding the Britishers
was concerned, because they might not find us unless, perchance, more
spies were lurking around, until after the day should break.

While Colonel Tarleton was a butcher--a man who had no idea of mercy
or compassion, it is only just to give him the credit of being a good
soldier after his own particular fashion.

As a man to lead rough-riders, he was perhaps the best in the king's
service, and we who were fleeing before him understood that not
a single moment would be lost in the pursuit. Ride as fast and as
constantly as we might, his men would be ever on our heels, so long
as they could hold the pace, and it was endurance and the speed of the
horses which should give the final result.

At daybreak our brigade was on the march once more, making its way over
bogs and through swamps until it was arrived at Benbow's Ferry, about
ten miles above Kingstree, where was a strong natural camp.

It was a place with which we were all familiar. It commanded a passage
of the river, and was within easy riding distance of all the country
roundabout from which we must draw provisions and provender. As a
rallying point it could not have been equalled in the Carolinas, and
should we be hard pressed there were three difficult passes through the
swamp in the rear where, if necessary, we might make a stubborn fight.

Strong as was this position, General Marion set about strengthening it
yet further.

Trees were felled, breastworks put up, and in eight and forty hours
we were prepared to meet Tarleton's much-vaunted legion, reasoning
that our defenses made up for lack of numbers until we were fully the
enemy's equal.

Now we believed that a decisive battle would soon be fought--one in
which the victory could not be doubtful, but where the conquerors
might for a certain length of time hold undisputed possession of the
Williamsburg district, and we counted on being those conquerors.

It was not destined, however, that the struggle in the Carolinas should
be brought to so speedy a conclusion.

Tarleton pursued our brigade, losing time here and there to burn
dwellings which sheltered only women and children, until he was come
to within less than twelve miles of our camp, when, to the surprise of
enemies as well as friends, he turned suddenly about and marched with
all speed for Camden.

It was afterward said by the Tories that Lord Cornwallis had expressly
ordered him to return; but more than one of us believed then, and yet
hold to it, that the redcoated Britisher who could be so courageous
when he had none but old men, boys and women in front of him, was
absolutely afraid to measure strength with General Marion.

Now while we laid here in safety, gathering numbers every day, much was
done by our friends in other parts of the colony.

General Sumter, our kinsman, gave battle to Tarleton at the Blackstock
farm on the banks of the Tyger, defeating him utterly, but at a
terrific loss, so far as the Cause was concerned. The Britishers had
ninety-two killed and one hundred and four wounded. Among the Americans
only three were slain and four wounded; but in the latter list was the
general himself, who bore as marks of the victory a severely dangerous
wound in the breast.

His gallant followers, true to him as was our brigade to General
Marion, lashed him in the raw hide of a bullock which was slung as
a litter between two horses, and thus, guarded by an hundred picked
men, he was carried to the upper colony, so we were told, where he lay
hovering 'twixt life and death.

It was also while we were encamped here that the battle of King's
Mountain was fought, when the British, under Major Ferguson, were
defeated handsomely, the killed, wounded and captured of the enemy
amounting to eleven hundred men, and among the dead was the major
himself.

Two exceedingly fortunate encounters for us--encounters such as
guaranteed to us final victory if we could but hold out as we had
begun, and this seemed most probable, for, as ever will be the case, a
successful commander finds plenty of recruits.

We of Williamsburg were not inactive during the days spent in camp; but
made forays here and there, capturing in some places bands of Tories
on their way to Georgetown, or, having the good fortune to come across
detachments of the redcoats who were guarding store-trains, until,
should I attempt to repeat all the little adventures which befell us,
I might continue this writing until so many pages were filled that one
would shrink from the reading because of the magnitude of the task.

It is with the more adventurous, but yet the sadder part of our service
under General Marion that I must close this record which has been
intended only to show what we comrades did, up to the time Snow's
Island was fortified, when we ceased active operations during the year.

The British post at Georgetown was the one place which our people most
needed as a base of operations against Charleston, and, in fact, to
hold our own in Williamsburg district.

Situated as it was, we were constantly menaced, wherever our brigade
might be, by the enemy holding possession of the place. In addition to
that, it was a depot for supplies of salt, clothing and ammunition for
the king's troops, and of such goods, we who fought for the Cause were
grievously in need.

To capture Georgetown would be an exploit such as might advantage our
people more than had the victory at King's Mountain, therefore it was
to this end that our general proposed to bend all his energies, and in
the proposition he was seconded ably by such followers as Major James
and Colonel Richardson, the last-named gentleman having remained with
us since the day his home was destroyed.

It was believed that the enemy lay at Georgetown in great force,
perhaps to the number of four thousand men, and we knew full well the
nature of the fortifications round about the post.

A direct assault would have been fatal to us. It was only by such
methods as had won for our general the name of "Swamp Fox," that
we could succeed, and, as can well be fancied, none of our people
were averse to an attempt under those circumstances, for we believed
ourselves, so far as backwoods strategy was concerned, far superior to
any of the king's forces.

The first we of the rank and file knew, regarding the method by which
it was hoped we might succeed, was when we broke camp, carrying with
us all our equipage and so much of provisions as could be gathered from
the country round about, and crossed Black River to a little settlement
known as Potato Ferry, advancing toward Georgetown by that road called
the "Gap Way."

Now this much by way of explanation for the benefit of those who are
not acquainted with the vicinity of that post.

Three miles from Georgetown is an inland swamp known as White's Bay,
which, discharging itself by two mouths, the one into Black River and
the other into Sampit, completely cuts off the post, which stands on
the north side of the last-named river near its junction with Winyaw
Bay. Over the creek which empties into Sampit there is a bridge, two
miles from the town.

Now it was in the rear of this swamp that we finally came to a halt,
having, as was believed, arrived there without knowledge of the enemy.

Gavin Witherspoon claimed that he understood all which the general
proposed to do, but that statement I question seriously, otherwise
would we have heard from the old man concerning several moves that
would have been more than injudicious if General Marion had the same
idea in mind Gavin gave him credit for.

Let it be understood that we were come to this point, not more than
three miles from the post, five hundred and fifty strong, each one
mounted and carrying so much of provisions and provender as would
suffice for eight and forty hours' consumption.

Up to the moment of our halting we had seen no persons save those
whom we knew beyond a peradventure to be devoted to the Cause, and,
therefore, could say to a certainty that we were thus far advanced
toward the object of our desires in such fashion as the Swamp Fox most
desired.

Unless some false move was made, some prying, unfriendly eye discovered
us, we would be able to ride down upon Georgetown as we had ridden into
many a British camp before, doing more through fear than bullets, and
gaining victory where by rights none should have been enjoyed.

Well, we were halted here, and all had dismounted, each man feeding his
horse in anticipation of the work to come when the speed of the animals
would avail as much, perhaps even more than the accuracy of our aim.

Then it was, after a consultation with the general, my uncle advanced
where all, save that line of sentinels which hemmed us in to keep
prying eyes at a respectful distance, might see him, and Gabriel Marion
said to me gleefully:

"Now has come the time, lad, when we will be able to ride into this
adventure side by side, and carve out for ourselves such names as shall
live in the grateful memory of men after these colonies are free."

And the dear lad did carve out a name for himself!

"I call for volunteers who will present themselves for dangerous
service," my uncle began, and every man pricked up his ears, each
eager to be among those who might distinguish themselves. "Two squads
of twenty each, and so many as are minded to sacrifice their lives,
perchance, for the benefit of the brigade, may step forward two paces."

Gavin, Percy, Gabriel and I advanced without loss of time, and the
blood fairly leaped in my veins when I saw that of all the brigade
every man had made the same movement.

In General Marion's force each was equally eager to lay down his life
for the others, and it was that spirit which finally gained for us the
independence of the American colonies.

"I had expected some such outburst of patriotism; but failed by a
considerable degree to anticipate the reality," my uncle, the major,
said with a smile of satisfaction. "You be brave lads all, as has been
proven many and many a time before, and therefore each and every one is
entitled to the honor of making his life the sacrifice for the others;
but, unfortunately for your desires, only forty men may be chosen. Let
those who are willing to relinquish the desire to show their love for
country in order that others who, perhaps, can better be spared may
make any sacrifice, retreat two paces."

Not a man moved; every trooper of the Williamsburg brigade stood firm
in place, as if determined that he, and he alone, should be the one who
would give up his life for the other, and among them all were we four
comrades, tried and true--comrades who were destined to ride on until
we saw one of our number fall, foully murdered, without being able to
raise a hand in his defense.

Now it was that General Marion advanced to the side of my uncle, his
eyes all aflame, and more enthusiasm showing in that quiet face than I
had ever believed could find a place there.

"Gentlemen of the Williamsburg brigade, I thank you from the bottom of
my heart. Many a time before have you proven yourselves heroes; but
never so truly, never so emphatically as at this moment--when every
man of you is eager to offer up his life, and in that for which the
volunteers are called I do assure you there are eight chances out of
ten that no one comes back alive. Now I entreat that so many of you as
are fathers of families shall step back, allowing younger soldiers to
take your places."

Yet every man remained in his place, and it seemed much as though
we might come at loggerheads, one with the other, as to who should
die first, for all knew that this attack upon the well-fortified,
over-garrisoned post of Georgetown was no child's play, no feint at
warfare; but a desperate undertaking which to succeed must be carried
on with total disregard of life.

"Now has come the time when I myself must make the selection," the
major, my uncle, said with a look on his face which told how greatly
this exhibition pleased him. "I shall call out one man, and the general
may select another, each making his choice until the forty have been
chosen. Let it be remembered that in this case I exercise the right
to use favoritism, for there be among you lads of my own blood whom
I am minded shall go forth in preference to those who have families
dependent upon them. Therefore, men, do not blame me when I claim what
I _may_ claim, even disregarding the privilege of others."

Then it was, and proud am I to write it, that he cried out:

"Robert Sumter!"

I stepped forward, my face flushed with pardonable pride, and in his
turn the general cried:

"Gabriel Marion!"

"Percy Sumter!" my uncle next called, and the general added:

"Gavin Witherspoon!"

Thus were we four comrades the first to be selected for this post of
honor which will be remembered, as I fondly believe, long after we are
gone from this world, and in all the Carolinas were no four individuals
more puffed up with pride and pleasure than we.

Around us everywhere were envious eyes, as if life had suddenly lost
all its charm, and death were the one thing most desired.

Man after man was thus summoned to take his place in the ranks of the
devoted, until we had the full number two paces in advance of all the
rest, and then it was my uncle said, moving up and down the line as
if it pleasured him to look on those who were selected for the most
perilous venture:

"Gentlemen, it may be that after another hour has passed we shall not
meet again on this earth. Therefore I pray you, those who have any
request to make, speak now, that we may remember in the days to come
that all you desired was granted."

No man spoke for so long a time as would have taken me to count
twenty, and then Gabriel Marion, dear lad that he was, raised his cap
courteously, as he bowed and said:

"Major James, if it so be the request we make now be granted, I pray
your pardon when I ask a selfish one, which is that us four who have
been comrades since I joined the brigade--us four who have eaten and
slept together, may not be separated when you shall divide this squad
into two. That we may be allowed to go on side by side, as we have from
the day I first knew these lads and Gavin Witherspoon."

"It shall be as you say," my uncle replied, and then turning, looked at
the others.

Emboldened by Gabriel's speech, one man requested that should he fail
to return, evidence might be sent his kinsmen that he was proud at
being able to thus serve the colonies.

Another made a similar request, and so on until perhaps half a dozen
had spoken, when all fell silent.

There was no more to be said. It only remained that we march forth to
lay down our lives, or to win them, as the case might be.

As for myself, I believed we who were chosen would probably perish in
whatsoever of adventure was before us, for I thought then, much as did
Gavin Witherspoon, that we were to make an attack upon two portions
of the town, while the remainder of the brigade, after we were slain,
would come in a different direction, and, taking advantage of the
diversion caused by our attack, win the day.

It would be a glorious ending of one's life; yet as I reflected upon
it, although not in the least degree wishing I might have been among
this third party rather than in the lead, I said to myself that it
would be sweet to live until we had thrown off the king's yoke, for
at this moment when we stood face to face with death, almost feeling
the great white angel's cold hand upon us, I was as certain we would
finally win the victory, however many hirelings his majesty might send
upon us, as I was certain that my life might within a very few moments
be the penalty of the pride which was within me.

Perchance never in the history of the Carolinas has there at any
one time so much of true bravery been shown as we saw then when the
only discontent was because one was more favored than another in the
permission to offer his life as a sacrifice.

Well, we were not kept long in line after such arrangements had been
made as I have described.

Before being dismissed, however, those who were to be left behind would
have raised a cheer, but that Captain Horry prevented any such outburst
lest scouting parties of the enemy might be near, and then the final
preparations were made without loss of time for the work in hand.

Captain Melton was named as the gentleman who should lead our squad,
and Captain Horry given command of the other.

So far as his purpose was concerned, General Marion did not leave us in
doubt, claiming, as he said, that we had the right to know exactly what
he proposed doing so we might act the more intelligently.

Our squad was to approach the town near White's Bridge, and the other
would reconnoiter on the opposite side of the post; but neither was to
return, save in case of some serious disaster, until the main attack
had been made.

It was not exactly as Gavin Witherspoon had predicted, because we were
given no orders to assault the enemy independently; but were to make a
detour, each squad half around the post, and in case of any important
discovery to send word back immediately to the general.

At the dawn of the following day the brigade was to advance, and at the
first alarm, wherever we of the chosen ones might be, we would join the
assaulting party in such manner as our commanders thought proper.

All this, as I have said, was told by General Marion himself, and
nothing could have given us greater confidence in the adventure than
that he should see fit to explain his plans when another commander
might have remained silent.

There were no leave-takings; no delay.

Such work as ours was to be done on the instant, and Captain Melton,
advancing at the head of our squad, for by this time we had been told
off in two parties of twenty, said quietly:

"We will move on foot in such formation as may be most agreeable. As
I understand it, our work is rather in the nature of spying than of a
military movement, and my only order is that you allow me to lead."

Captain Horry was already leaving the encampment when we set off,
following our commander much as a party of pleasure seekers might
troop after him who had promised to show them some desirable place of
entertainment, and as we threaded our way through the swamp Gabriel
Marion, linking his arm in mine, said cheerily, with never a tremor in
his voice to show that the doom of the future lay upon his heart:

"We four are in rare luck, Robert Sumter. I did not believe my uncle
would grant me so great a boon as to call my name, and when yours was
spoken by Major James the tears almost came into my eyes, fearing lest
you should go while I remained behind."




CHAPTER XI.

GABRIEL.


I know not how to set down properly such a narrative as this, and,
therefore, should be excused for such mistakes as may occur through
ignorance and inexperience.

It is with the attack upon Georgetown that I must end this portion of
the adventures which befell Percy and myself during the time we served
under General Marion, and it may be the story should be continued
straight on without any heed whatsoever to those who fought with us,
although in the same squad.

Whether it be right or wrong, I cannot well neglect to speak of the
part played by that other party of twenty who volunteered their lives
as eagerly as did we who followed Captain Melton, and what I write
concerning them must, of course, be from hearsay.

Therefore it seems to me proper to tell first the story of Colonel
Horry's squad, as I have heard it related again and again, before
attempting to set down that which I know of my own knowledge.

When the forty volunteers were divided into two squads there was
no time lost, as I have already said, in setting forward upon that
mission which we believed could be fully accomplished only through
the sacrifice of us all, and we parted at the limits of the temporary
halting place, Captain Melton leading his force to the right, while
Colonel Horry began the reconnoiter by bearing to the left.

As to what befell the first squad, this is as I have heard it related:

They continued on through the woods until near to daybreak, when, as
Colonel Horry himself has said, and I am now quoting from his official
account, he "laid an ambuscade, with my twenty men, near the road.
About sunrise a chair appeared with two ladies escorted by two British
officers. I was ready in advance with an officer to cut them off, but
reflecting that they might escape, and alarm the town, which would
prevent my taking greater numbers, I desisted. The officers and chair
halted very near me, but soon the chair went on, and the officers
galloped into the town. Our party continued in ambush until 10 o'clock.

"Nothing appearing, and we having eaten nothing for many hours, retired
to a plantation not far distant, where I knew were to be found friends.
As soon as I entered the house four ladies appeared, two of whom were
Mrs. White and her daughter. I was asked what I wanted. I answered,
food, refreshment. The other two ladies were those whom I had seen
escorted by the British officers.

"The strange ladies seemed greatly agitated, and begged most earnestly
that I would go away. I kept my eye on Mrs. White, and saw she had a
smiling countenance, but said nothing. Soon she left the room, and I
left it also and went into the piazza, laid my cap, sword and pistols
on the long bench, and walked the piazza; when I discovered Mrs. White
behind the house chimney beckoning me.

"I got to her undiscovered by the young ladies, when she said:
'Colonel Horry, be on your guard; these two young ladies are just from
Georgetown; they are much frightened, and I believe the British are
leaving it and may soon attack you. As to provisions, I have plenty in
yonder barn, but you must affect to take them by force.'

"I begged her to say no more, for I was well acquainted with all such
matters. We both secretly returned, she to the room where the young
ladies were, and I to the piazza I had just left."

The colonel had no more than gained this point, when the sentinels gave
an alarm.

Two musket-shots told him that an enemy was near at hand, and almost
immediately afterward the firing became so rapid that he knew an
encounter was already begun.

That brave officer thought only of his men, and so nearly were the
interests of the squad allied, that he forgot all else save the desire
to be with them in the time of danger.

He rushed into the fight, forgetting to take with him even his
saber--intent only on being with those who had so well proven their
devotion to the Cause.

The British were seventeen in number, well armed, and commanded by a
brave fellow named Merritt; but they were taken by surprise.

The redcoats retreated, but turned in their flight to strike a blow,
and our men, believing they had been ordered on even to death, pursued
with fatal earnestness.

Of the enemy's force only two men escaped death or capture, and one of
these was the captain, of whom Colonel Horry writes:

"My men in succession came up with Captain Merritt, who was in the
rear of his party, urging them forward. They engaged him. He was a
brave fellow. Baxter, with pistols, fired at his breast, and missing
him, retired; Postell and Greene, with swords, engaged him; both were
beaten off. Greene nearly lost his head. His buckskin breeches were cut
through several inches. I almost blush to say that this one British
officer beat off three Americans. Merritt escaped to a neighboring
swamp, from whence, at midnight, he got to Georgetown."

I would it were possible for me to give as brief an account, with as
satisfactory an ending, regarding our portion of the reconnoiter.

As has been said, after crossing White's Bridge the two squads
separated, Colonel Horry's going toward the left and ours to the right.

Then it was, as we rode on slowly, mentally nerved for anything which
might happen and fully expecting sharp and bloody work at any instant,
that Gabriel Marion said, looking first at Percy and then at me:

"Perhaps it will never again be our good fortune, comrades, to have
such an opportunity of proving our metal as has come to us this night.
Now I am in nowise eager for death; but to my mind there is little fear
that the end be near at hand. Although the odds are so strongly against
us, we shall take this post of Georgetown, and I believe it because
my uncle, the major, is a careful, prudent soldier, never taking upon
himself chances that are utterly without hope, although many times the
fact may have seemed to be the reverse. We shall capture Georgetown,
comrades, and if either of us fails to come out alive, we have the
proud satisfaction of knowing that whatsoever befalls the Cause our
names must live among those who volunteered everything for freedom."

"I hold to it that this is not the time for such speeches," Gavin
Witherspoon said nervously; and had I not known him to be a man of
tried courage I should have said that at that moment he was afraid.
"These forty men who came forward so gallantly understood full well in
what kind of an adventure they were engaged. It does not prove that his
courage is the greatest who speaks overly much regarding the future."

"Meaning by such speech, that I had best hold my tongue," Gabriel said
with a laugh. "Perhaps you may be right, and yet there is upon me the
inclination to speak of what we have ventured, in order that I may
be the better able to appreciate life after it has been offered as a
sacrifice and refused."

"I guarantee that once we are come out from this expedition, you
will need no thought of the past to make you understand that we rode
down the very shadow of death, when we crossed yonder bridge, and
this I say, not because there is in my mind any foreknowledge of the
future, but from what I know regarding the enemy. I realize, without
being told, that ours is as desperate an undertaking as men can well
imagine."

"I am thinking that your words, Gavin Witherspoon, are as ill-timed as
were Gabriel's, for while he spoke of what might be our reward, you are
weighing, as it were, the chances against us, and to my mind it is not
pleasant," Percy said with an attempt at cheerfulness which I knew full
well was forced, and, stepping nearer to the lad, I grasped his hand,
an act which, perhaps, gave him as much encouragement as was in my mind
to impart.

Gabriel continued to speak of the future, as if he had no part in the
present, until word came that each man must hold himself silent because
we were come so near the town that there was good reason for believing
the enemy's sentinels might be close at hand.

We straggled on, each as he pleased, although there was some little
show of military formation. Captain Melton was allowed to remain in the
lead as he had stipulated, but we four comrades took good care not to
fall back more than two or three paces, for we were minded to bear the
brunt of the first encounter.

I had never before known what it was to advance against an enemy on
foot, and the fact of being without a horse gave me a certain sense of
uneasiness.

So far as we of these two advanced squads were concerned, there could
be no sudden dash; no spurring forward into the very midst of the
enemy. We must fight our way forward slowly, and, as it seemed to me,
at a disadvantage.

However, it is true that my courage did not fail me, although my hand
trembled with excitement, and my mouth was parched and dry as if I had
been many hours without water.

Gabriel had just thrown his arm over my shoulder, to show the affection
which was in his heart for us all, when the thud of horses' hoofs
directly in the front told that the enemy were on the alert.

Instantly we were halted, every man in a posture of defense, and I
venture to say that there was not one among us who did not wish he was
in the saddle.

"Hold steady, boys!" Captain Melton whispered. "Yonder comes the
patrol, and it may be they will turn before coming as far as this; but
if not, we have our work cut out for us. The enemy must not pass this
point lest our friends in the rear be discovered!"

Involuntarily we four had crouched upon our knees in such position that
we could use the muskets to good advantage, and thus we remained in
the front line while the horsemen galloped nearer and nearer until they
were absolutely upon us.

"Fire!" our commander shouted, and from that little squad of crouching
figures a line of fire flashed forth into the very nostrils of the
animals, causing them to rear and plunge madly, thus diverting our
bullets from their targets.

Three saddles were emptied when a full twenty would have been the
result of the volley had we fired one minute before, and then every man
among us began to reload his weapon with feverish haste, for but few
seconds could elapse before the Britishers would charge.

"This is what may be called a real battle!" Gabriel cried exultantly;
but no one replied.

Death for many of us was close at hand, and at such a time words do not
come readily.

I was ramming home the bullet in my musket when the horsemen again
dashed upon us from out the darkness; there came a roar as if a
thousand guns had been discharged at the same instant, and all before
me seemed to be a sheet of flame.

Of what followed during the next five or ten minutes I have no clear
idea.

Before me reared and plunged the British horses, while here, there and
everywhere I heard cries of rage or groans of mortal agony until it was
all a hideous, whirling, dancing picture in which I could distinguish
only the outlines of my comrades, who held their places bravely.

Side by side we fought against the redcoats, ignorant of the fact
that we were alone, and then came the moment when all our muskets were
emptied at the same instant.

The horsemen surrounded us; our weapons were of little service against
the sabers of the enemy, and we understood it, although there was no
thought of surrender in my mind until Gavin Witherspoon seized me by
the arm, shouting in my ear:

"Surrender, lad, surrender! There is neither honor nor glory in dying
when our lives are of no avail for the Cause!"

  [Illustration: Gavin seized my arm, shouting in my ear: "Surrender,
   lad, surrender!"--Page 250.]

Even as he spoke three of the redcoats had clutched Gabriel and Percy.

I allowed my musket, which had been raised as a club, to drop, and
immediately I felt, for the first time, the grasp of a Britisher.

We were prisoners. The glory of fighting to the bitter end with the
knowledge that in so doing we were opening the way for those in the
rear, was denied us, and but for the shame of it I could have wept like
a girl.

And yet all this was as nothing compared with what followed.

The troopers were about to disarm us, and some one had fired a torch
that we might be the better seen, when Sam Lee--that miserable Tory and
renegade--came up from the rear, where most likely he had been skulking
during the fighting, and, seeing us, set up a shout of triumph.

"Now have I got you rebels where I've been burning to see you?" he
cried.

"Now we shall see----"

"Is that Sam Lee?" Gabriel shouted, struggling to release himself from
his captor's grasp.

"Ay, and it is the cur who has sold his country, his kinsmen and
himself for the king's gold!" Percy replied. "There is no dishonor in
being overpowered by true soldiers in a fair fight; but to have such as
that villain alive before one's eyes is a disgrace."

"It shall be worse than that to you!" Sam shrieked, "and as for that
nephew of the rebel Marion, I----"

"What are you saying?" one of the troopers asked, seizing Sam Lee and
shaking him as if to force the reply more quickly. "Is one of these a
nephew to the Swamp Fox?"

"Ay, that he is!" Gabriel made answer, stepping forward as far as the
hand of the captor would permit. "I am the nephew of General Marion,
and proud indeed of the kinship!"

I was looking at the dear lad that instant, having turned my eyes from
the scurvy Tory when Gabriel began to speak, otherwise, perhaps, I
might have prevented that terrible thing which followed.

While the remainder of the party were looking at the brave lad who
stood before them in the glare of the torches, Sam Lee, doubled-dyed
villain that he was, rushed upon him with a saber which he had seized
from the hand of the trooper.

In the flickering light I saw the gleam of the steel, and before a word
of warning could escape my lips, the cruel weapon descended, striking
Gabriel full upon the head, sheering its way downward until the dear
lad sank a lifeless mass at the feet of that cur who was not worthy to
so much as kneel before him.

On the instant it was as if my eyes were blinded by the crimson flood
that followed the stroke of the blade. There was a sensation as if all
my blood was boiling, and, for the time being, reason left me.

Gavin Witherspoon declares that I wrenched myself free from the trooper
who held me, as if the Britisher had been no more than a babe, that at
the same instant I leaped upon the Tory murderer, bearing him to the
earth till his face was sunk deep in the blood-stained moss, and with
the same weapon which had let out the life of the most gallant lad who
ever lived, I killed him.

It was done so quickly, Gavin declares, that the redcoats had no
time to interfere before the work was accomplished, and while they,
horror-stricken as it were by that which was not warfare in any sense
of the word, stood before us three--two dead and one senseless, the
remainder of our squad fell upon them.

This last attack was successful; the Britishers were beaten off, and
our brave fellows carried Gabriel's dear body, and myself, back to the
rear.

The attempt to capture Georgetown was a failure, now that the enemy had
been warned, and our brigade beat a hasty retreat.

Of all that I know nothing; it was many days before my senses returned,
and then we were encamped on Snow's Island.

It is best that I add to my story what has been written by one who is
a master hand at wielding a pen, while I am only a novice, and that
I bring this portion of the adventures which befell Percy Sumter and
myself to an end, with the promise to write out at some later day
what we two did when the work of the patriots was finally crowned with
success.

* * * * *

"The murder of Gabriel Marion, with some other instances of brutality
and butchery on the part of the Tories, happening about this time, gave
a more savage character than ever to the warfare which ensued. Motives
of private anger and personal revenge embittered and increased the
usual ferocities of civil war; and hundreds of dreadful and desperate
tragedies caused the inhabitants to pursue each other rather like wild
beasts than like men.

"In the Cheraw district, on the Pedee, above the line where
Marion commanded, the warfare was one of utter extermination. The
revolutionary struggle in Carolina was of a sort unknown in any other
part of the Union.

"The attempt upon Georgetown was defeated. The British had taken
the alarm, and were now in strength, and in a state of vigilance and
activity which precluded the possibility of surprise. Marion's wishes,
therefore, with regard to this place, were deferred accordingly to a
more auspicious season.

"He retired to Snow's Island, where he made his camp. It was peculiarly
eligible for his purposes, furnishing a secure retreat, a depot for his
arms, ammunition, prisoners and invalids--difficult of access, easily
guarded, and contiguous to the scenes of his most active operations.

"Snow's Island lies at the confluence of Lynch's Creek and the Pedee.
On the east flows the latter river; on the west, Clark's Creek, issuing
from Lynch's and a stream navigable for small vessels; on the north
lies Lynch's Creek, wide and deep, but nearly choked by rafts of logs
and refuse timber. The island, high river swamp, was spacious, and,
like all the Pedee river swamp of that day, abounded in live stock and
provision. Thick woods covered the elevated tracts, dense cane-brakes
the lower, and here and there the eye rested upon a cultivated spot, in
maize, which the invalids and convalescents were wont to tend.

"Here Marion made his fortress. Having secured all the boats of the
neighborhood, he chose such as he needed, and destroyed the rest. Where
the natural defenses of the island seemed to require aid from art, he
bestowed it; and, by cutting away bridges and obstructing the ordinary
pathways with timber, he contrived to insulate, as much as possible,
the country under his command.

"From this fortress his scouting parties were sent forth nightly in
all directions. Enemies were always easy to be found. The British
maintained minor posts at Nelson's Ferry and Scott's Lake, as well as
Georgetown; and the Tories on Lynch's Creek and Little Pedee were much
more numerous, if less skilfully conducted, than the men of Marion.

"Marion's encampment implied no repose, no forbearance of the active
business of war. Very far from it. He was never more dangerous to an
enemy than when he seemed quiet in camp.

"His camp, indeed, was frequently a lure, by which to tempt the
Tories into unseasonable exposure. The post at Snow's Island gave him
particular facilities for this species of warfare. He had but to cross
a river, and a three hours' march enabled him to forage in an enemy's
country.

"Reinforcements came to him daily, and it was only now, for the first
time, that his command began to assume the appearance, and exhibit the
force of a brigade."


THE END




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BY POPULAR WRITERS.

52-58 Duane Street, New York.


=Bonnie Prince Charlie=: A Tale of Fontenoy and Culloden. By G. A.
Henty. With 12 full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

The adventures of the son of a Scotch officer in French service. The
boy, brought up by a Glasgow bailie, is arrested for aiding a Jacobite
agent, escapes, is wrecked on the French coast, reaches Paris, and
serves with the French army at Dettingen. He kills his father's foe
in a duel, and escaping to the coast, shares the adventures of Prince
Charlie, but finally settles happily in Scotland.

"Ronald, the hero, is very like the hero of 'Quentin Durward.' The
lad's journey across France, and his hairbreadth escapes, make up
as good a narrative of the kind as we have ever read. For freshness
of treatment and variety of incident Mr. Henty has surpassed
himself."--_Spectator._


=With Clive in India=; or, the Beginnings of an Empire. By G. A. Henty.
With 12 full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

The period between the landing of Clive as a young writer in India and
the close of his career was critical and eventful in the extreme. At
its commencement the English were traders existing on sufferance of
the native princes. At its close they were masters of Bengal and of
the greater part of Southern India. The author has given a full and
accurate account of the events of that stirring time, and battles and
sieges follow each other in rapid succession, while he combines with
his narrative a tale of daring and adventure, which gives a lifelike
interest to the volume.

"He has taken a period of Indian history of the most vital importance,
and he has embroidered on the historical facts a story which of itself
is deeply interesting. Young people assuredly will be delighted with
the volume."--_Scotsman._


=The Lion of the North=: A Tale of Gustavus Adolphus and the Wars
of Religion. By G. A. Henty. With full-page Illustrations by John
Schönberg. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

In this story Mr. Henty gives the history of the first part of the
Thirty Years' War. The issue had its importance, which has extended
to the present day, as it established religious freedom in Germany.
The army of the chivalrous king of Sweden was largely composed of
Scotchmen, and among these was the hero of the story.

"The tale is a clever and instructive piece of history, and as boys
may be trusted to read it conscientiously, they can hardly fail to be
profited."--_Times._


=The Dragon and the Raven=; or, The Days of King Alfred. By G. A.
Henty. With full-page Illustrations by C. J. Staniland, R.I. 12mo,
cloth, price $1.00.

In this story the author gives an account of the fierce struggle
between Saxon and Dane for supremacy in England, and presents a vivid
picture of the misery and ruin to which the country was reduced by the
ravages of the sea-wolves. The hero, a young Saxon thane, takes part
in all the battles fought by King Alfred. He is driven from his home,
takes to the sea and resists the Danes on their own element, and being
pursued by them up the Seine, is present at the long and desperate
siege of Paris.

"Treated in a manner most attractive to the boyish reader."--_Athenæum_.


=The Young Carthaginian=: A Story of the Times of Hannibal. By G. A.
Henty. With full-page Illustrations by C. J. Staniland, R.I. 12mo,
cloth, price $1.00.

Boys reading the history of the Punic Wars have seldom a keen
appreciation of the merits of the contest. That it was at first
a struggle for empire, and afterward for existence on the part of
Carthage, that Hannibal was a great and skillful general, that he
defeated the Romans at Trebia, Lake Trasimenus, and Cannæ, and all but
took Rome, represents pretty nearly the sum total of their knowledge.
To let them know more about this momentous struggle for the empire of
the world Mr. Henty has written this story, which not only gives in
graphic style a brilliant description of a most interesting period
of history, but is a tale of exciting adventure sure to secure the
interest of the reader.

"Well constructed and vividly told. From first to last nothing stays
the interest of the narrative. It bears us along as on a stream whose
current varies in direction, but never loses its force."--_Saturday
Review._


=In Freedom's Cause=: A Story of Wallace and Bruce. By G. A. Henty.
With full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

In this story the author relates the stirring tale of the Scottish
War of Independence. The extraordinary valor and personal prowess of
Wallace and Bruce rival the deeds of the mythical heroes of chivalry,
and indeed at one time Wallace was ranked with these legendary
personages. The researches of modern historians have shown, however,
that he was a living, breathing man--and a valiant champion. The
hero of the tale fought under both Wallace and Bruce, and while the
strictest historical accuracy has been maintained with respect to
public events, the work is full of "hairbreadth 'scapes" and wild
adventure.

"It is written in the author's best style. Full of the wildest and
most remarkable achievements, it is a tale of great interest, which a
boy, once he has begun it, will not willingly put on one side."--_The
Schoolmaster._

=With Lee in Virginia=: A Story of the American Civil War. By G. A.
Henty. With full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

The story of a young Virginian planter, who, after bravely proving his
sympathy with the slaves of brutal masters, serves with no less courage
and enthusiasm under Lee and Jackson through the most exciting events
of the struggle. He has many hairbreadth escapes, is several times
wounded and twice taken prisoner; but his courage and readiness and, in
two cases, the devotion of a black servant and of a runaway slave whom
he had assisted, bring him safely through all difficulties.

"One of the best stories for lads which Mr. Henty has yet written.
The picture is full of life and color, and the stirring and romantic
incidents are skillfully blended with the personal interest and charm
of the story."--_Standard._


=By England's Aid=; or, The Freeing of the Netherlands (1585-1604). By
G. A. Henty. With full-page Illustrations by Alfred Pearse, and Maps.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The story of two English lads who go to Holland as pages in the service
of one of "the fighting Veres." After many adventures by sea and land,
one of the lads finds himself on board a Spanish ship at the time
of the defeat of the Armada, and escapes only to fall into the hands
of the Corsairs. He is successful in getting back to Spain under the
protection of a wealthy merchant, and regains his native country after
the capture of Cadiz.

"It is an admirable book for youngsters. It overflows with stirring
incident and exciting adventure, and the color of the era and
of the scene are finely reproduced. The illustrations add to its
attractiveness."--_Boston Gazette._


=By Right of Conquest=; or, With Cortez in Mexico. By G. A. Henty. With
full page Illustrations by W. S. Stacey, and Two Maps. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.50.

The conquest of Mexico by a small band of resolute men under the
magnificent leadership of Cortez is always rightly ranked among
the most romantic and daring exploits in history. With this as the
groundwork of his story Mr. Henty has interwoven the adventures of
an English youth, Roger Hawkshaw, the sole survivor of the good ship
Swan, which had sailed from a Devon port to challenge the mercantile
supremacy of the Spaniards in the New World. He is beset by many perils
among the natives, but is saved by his own judgment and strength, and
by the devotion of an Aztec princess. At last by a ruse he obtains the
protection of the Spaniards, and after the fall of Mexico he succeeds
in regaining his native shore, with a fortune and a charming Aztec
bride.

"'By Right of Conquest' is the nearest approach to a
perfectly successful historical tale that Mr. Henty has yet
published."--_Academy._


=In the Reign of Terror=: The Adventures of a Westminster Boy. By G. A.
Henty. With full-page Illustrations by J. Schönberg. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

Harry Sandwith, a Westminster boy, becomes a resident at the chateau
of a French marquis, and after various adventures accompanies the
family to Paris at the crisis of the Revolution. Imprisonment and death
reduce their number, and the hero finds himself beset by perils with
the three young daughters of the house in his charge. After hairbreadth
escapes they reach Nantes. There the girls are condemned to death in
the coffin-ships, but are saved by the unfailing courage of their boy
protector.

"Harry Sandwith, the Westminster boy, may fairly be said to beat Mr.
Henty's record. His adventures will delight boys by the audacity and
peril they depict.... The story is one of Mr. Henty's best."--_Saturday
Review._


=With Wolfe in Canada=; or, The Winning of a Continent. By G. A. Henty.
With full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

In the present volume Mr. Henty gives an account of the struggle
between Britain and France for supremacy in the North American
continent. On the issue of this war depended not only the destinies
of North America, but to a large extent those of the mother countries
themselves. The fall of Quebec decided that the Anglo-Saxon race should
predominate in the New World; that Britain, and not France, should take
the lead among the nations of Europe; and that English and American
commerce, the English language, and English literature, should spread
right round the globe.

"It is not only a lesson in history as instructively as it is
graphically told, but also a deeply interesting and often thrilling
tale of adventure and peril by flood and field."--_Illustrated London
News._


=True to the Old Flag=: A Tale of the American War of Independence.
By G. A. Henty. With full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo,
cloth, price $1.00.

In this story the author has gone to the accounts of officers who
took part in the conflict, and lads will find that in no war in which
American and British soldiers have been engaged did they behave with
greater courage and good conduct. The historical portion of the book
being accompanied with numerous thrilling adventures with the redskins
on the shores of Lake Huron, a story of exciting interest is interwoven
with the general narrative and carried through the book.

"Does justice to the pluck and determination of the British soldiers
during the unfortunate struggle against American emancipation. The son
of an American loyalist, who remains true to our flag, falls among the
hostile redskins in that very Huron country which has been endeared to
us by the exploits of Hawkeye and Chingachgook."--_The Times._


=The Lion of St. Mark=: A Tale of Venice in the Fourteenth Century.
By G. A. Henty. With full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo,
cloth, price $1.00.

A story of Venice at a period when her strength and splendor were put
to the severest tests. The hero displays a fine sense and manliness
which carry him safely through an atmosphere of intrigue, crime, and
bloodshed. He contributes largely to the victories of the Venetians at
Porto d'Anzo and Chioggia, and finally wins the hand of the daughter of
one of the chief men of Venice.

"Every boy should read 'The Lion of St. Mark.' Mr. Henry has
never produced a story more delightful, more wholesome, or more
vivacious."--_Saturday Review._


=A Final Reckoning=: A Tale of Bush Life in Australia. By G. A. Henty.
With full-page Illustrations by W. B. Wollen. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The hero, a young English lad, after rather a stormy boyhood emigrates
to Australia, and gets employment as an officer in the mounted police.
A few years of active work on the frontier, where he has many a brush
with both natives and bushrangers, gain him promotion to a captaincy,
and he eventually settles down to the peaceful life of a squatter.

"Mr. Henty has never published a more readable, a more carefully
constructed, or a better written story than this."--_Spectator._


=Under Drake's Flag=: A Tale of the Spanish Main. By G. A. Henty. With
full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

A story of the days when England and Spain struggled for the supremacy
of the sea. The heroes sail as lads with Drake in the Pacific
expedition, and in his great voyage of circumnavigation. The historical
portion of the story is absolutely to be relied upon, but this will
perhaps be less attractive than the great variety of exciting adventure
through which the young heroes pass in the course of their voyages.

"A book of adventure, where the hero meets with experience enough, one
would think, to turn his hair gray."--_Harper's Monthly Magazine._


=By Sheer Pluck=: A Tale of the Ashanti War. By G. A. Henty. With
full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The author has woven, in a tale of thrilling interest, all the details
of the Ashanti campaign, of which he was himself a witness. His hero,
after many exciting adventures in the interior, is detained a prisoner
by the king just before the outbreak of the war, but escapes, and
accompanies the English expedition on their march to Coomassie.

"Mr. Henty keeps up his reputation as a writer of boys' stories. 'By
Sheer Pluck' will be eagerly read."--_Athenæum._


=By Pike and Dyke=: A Tale of the Rise of the Dutch Republic. By G. A.
Henty. With full-page Illustrations by Maynard Brown, and 4 Maps. 12mo,
cloth, price $1.00.

In this story Mr. Henty traces the adventures and brave deeds of an
English boy in the household of the ablest man of his age--William the
Silent. Edward Martin, the son of an English sea-captain, enters the
service of the Prince as a volunteer, and is employed by him in many
dangerous and responsible missions, in the discharge of which he passes
through the great sieges of the time. He ultimately settles down as Sir
Edward Martin.

"Boys with a turn for historical research will be enchanted with the
book, while the rest who only care for adventure will be students in
spite of themselves."--_St. James' Gazette._


=St. George for England=: A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers. By G. A.
Henty. With full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

No portion of English history is more crowded with great events than
that of the reign of Edward III. Cressy and Poitiers; the destruction
of the Spanish fleet; the plague of the Black Death; the Jacquerie
rising; these are treated by the author in "St. George for England."
The hero of the story, although of good family, begins life as a London
apprentice, but after countless adventures and perils becomes by valor
and good conduct the squire, and at last the trusted friend of the
Black Prince.

"Mr. Henty has developed for himself a type of historical novel for
boys which bids fair to supplement, on their behalf, the historical
labors of Sir Walter Scott in the land of fiction."--_The Standard._


=Captain's Kidd's Gold=: The True Story of an Adventurous Sailor Boy.
By James Franklin Fitts. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

There is something fascinating to the average youth in the very
idea of buried treasure. A vision arises before his eyes of swarthy
Portuguese and Spanish rascals, with black beards and gleaming
eyes--sinister-looking fellows who once on a time haunted the Spanish
Main, sneaking out from some hidden creek in their long, low schooner,
of picaroonish rake and sheer, to attack an unsuspecting trading
craft. There were many famous sea rovers in their day, but none more
celebrated than Capt. Kidd. Perhaps the most fascinating tale of all is
Mr. Fitts' true story of an adventurous American boy, who receives from
his dying father an ancient bit of vellum, which the latter obtained
in a curious way. The document bears obscure directions purporting
to locate a certain island in the Bahama group, and a considerable
treasure buried there by two of Kidd's crew. The hero of this book,
Paul Jones Garry, is an ambitious, persevering lad, of salt-water New
England ancestry, and his efforts to reach the island and secure the
money form one of the most absorbing tales for our youth that has come
from the press.


=Captain Bayley's Heir=: A Tale of the Gold Fields of California. By
G. A. Henty. With full-page Illustrations by H. M. Paget. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

A frank, manly lad and his cousin are rivals in the heirship of a
considerable property. The former falls into a trap laid by the latter,
and while under a false accusation of theft foolishly leaves England
for America. He works his passage before the mast, joins a small band
of hunters, crosses a tract of country infested with Indians to the
Californian gold diggings, and is successful both as digger and trader.

"Mr. Henty is careful to mingle instruction with entertainment;
and the humorous touches, especially in the sketch of John
Holl, the Westminster dustman, Dickens himself could hardly have
excelled."--_Christian Leader._


=For Name and Fame=; or, Through Afghan Passes. By G. A. Henty. With
full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

An interesting story of the last war in Afghanistan. The hero, after
being wrecked and going through many stirring adventures among the
Malays, finds his way to Calcutta and enlists in a regiment proceeding
to join the army at the Afghan passes. He accompanies the force under
General Roberts to the Peiwar Kotal, is wounded, taken prisoner,
carried to Cabul, whence he is transferred to Candahar, and takes part
in the final defeat of the army of Ayoub Khan.

"The best feature of the book--apart from the interest of its scenes of
adventure--is its honest effort to do justice to the patriotism of the
Afghan people."--_Daily News._


=Captured by Apes=: The Wonderful Adventures of a Young Animal Trainer.
By Harry Prentice. 12mo, cloth, $1.00.

The scene of this tale is laid on an island in the Malay Archipelago.
Philip Garland, a young animal collector and trainer, of New York, sets
sail for Eastern seas in quest of a new stock of living curiosities.
The vessel is wrecked off the coast of Borneo and young Garland, the
sole survivor of the disaster, is cast ashore on a small island, and
captured by the apes that overrun the place. The lad discovers that
the ruling spirit of the monkey tribe is a gigantic and vicious baboon,
whom he identifies as Goliah, an animal at one time in his possession
and with whose instruction he had been especially diligent. The brute
recognizes him, and with a kind of malignant satisfaction puts his
former master through the same course of training he had himself
experienced with a faithfulness of detail which shows how astonishing
is monkey recollection. Very novel indeed is the way by which the
young man escapes death. Mr. Prentice has certainly worked a new vein
on juvenile fiction, and the ability with which he handles a difficult
subject stamps him as a writer of undoubted skill.


=The Bravest of the Brave=; or, With Peterborough in Spain. By G. A.
Henty. With full-page Illustrations by H. M. Paget. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

There are few great leaders whose lives and actions have so completely
fallen into oblivion as those of the Earl of Peterborough. This is
largely due to the fact that they were overshadowed by the glory and
successes of Marlborough. His career as general extended over little
more than a year, and yet, in that time, he showed a genius for warfare
which has never been surpassed.

"Mr. Henty never loses sight of the moral purpose of his work--to
enforce the doctrine of courage and truth. Lads will read 'The
Bravest of the Brave' with pleasure and profit; of that we are quite
sure."--_Daily Telegraph._


=The Cat of Bubastes=: A Story of Ancient Egypt. By G. A. Henty. With
full page Illustrations. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

A story which will give young readers an unsurpassed insight into the
customs of the Egyptian people. Amuba, a prince of the Rebu nation, is
carried with his charioteer Jethro into slavery. They become inmates
of the house of Ameres, the Egyptian high-priest, and are happy in his
service until the priest's son accidentally kills the sacred cat of
Bubastes. In an outburst of popular fury Ameres is killed, and it rests
with Jethro and Amuba to secure the escape of the high-priest's son and
daughter.

"The story, from the critical moment of the killing of the sacred
cat to the perilous exodus into Asia with which it closes, is very
skillfully constructed and full of exciting adventures. It is admirably
illustrated."--_Saturday Review._


=With Washington at Monmouth=: A Story of Three Philadelphia Boys. By
James Otis. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Three Philadelphia boys, Seth Graydon "whose mother conducted a
boarding-house which was patronized by the British officers;" Enoch
Ball, "son of that Mrs. Ball whose dancing school was situated on
Letitia Street," and little Jacob, son of "Chris, the Baker," serve
as the principal characters. The story is laid during the winter when
Lord Howe held possession of the city, and the lads aid the cause by
assisting the American spies who make regular and frequent visits from
Valley Forge. One reads here of home-life in the captive city when
bread was scarce among the people of the lower classes, and a reckless
prodigality shown by the British officers, who passed the winter in
feasting and merry-making while the members of the patriot army but
a few miles away were suffering from both cold and hunger. The story
abounds with pictures of Colonial life skillfully drawn, and the
glimpses of Washington's soldiers which are given show that the work
has not been hastily done, or without considerable study.


=For the Temple=: A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem. By G. A. Henty. With
full-page Illustrations by S. J. Solomon. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Mr. Henty here weaves into the record of Josephus an admirable and
attractive story. The troubles in the district of Tiberias, the
march of the legions, the sieges of Jotapata, of Gamala, and of
Jerusalem, form the impressive and carefully studied historic setting
to the figure of the lad who passes from the vineyard to the service
of Josephus, becomes the leader of a guerrilla band of patriots,
fights bravely for the Temple, and after a brief term of slavery at
Alexandria, returns to his Galilean home with the favor of Titus.

"Mr. Henty's graphic prose pictures of the hopeless Jewish resistance
to Roman sway add another leaf to his record of the famous wars of the
world."--_Graphic._


=Facing Death=; or, The Hero of the Vaughan Pit. A Tale of the Coal
Mines. By G. A. Henty. With full-page Illustrations by Gordon Browne.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"Facing Death" is a story with a purpose. It is intended to show that
a lad who makes up his mind firmly and resolutely that he will rise
in life, and who is prepared to face toil and ridicule and hardship
to carry out his determination, is sure to succeed. The hero of the
story is a typical British boy, dogged, earnest, generous, and though
"shamefaced" to a degree, is ready to face death in the discharge of
duty.

"The tale is well written and well illustrated, and there is much
reality in the characters. If any father, clergyman, or schoolmaster
is on the lookout for a good book to give as a present to a boy who is
worth his salt, this is the book we would recommend."--_Standard._


=Tom Temple's Career.= By Horatio Alger. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Tom Temple, a bright, self-reliant lad, by the death of his father
becomes a boarder at the home of Nathan Middleton, a penurious
insurance agent. Though well paid for keeping the boy, Nathan and
his wife endeavor to bring Master Tom in line with their parsimonious
habits. The lad ingeniously evades their efforts and revolutionizes the
household. As Tom is heir to $40,000, he is regarded as a person of
some importance until by an unfortunate combination of circumstances
his fortune shrinks to a few hundreds. He leaves Plympton village to
seek work in New York, whence he undertakes an important mission to
California, around which center the most exciting incidents of his
young career. Some of his adventures in the far west are so startling
that the reader will scarcely close the book until the last page shall
have been reached. The tale is written in Mr. Alger's most fascinating
style, and is bound to please the very large class of boys who regard
this popular author as a prime favorite.


=Maori and Settler=: A Story of the New Zealand War. By G. A. Henty.
With full-page Illustrations by Alfred Pearse. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

The Renshaws emigrate to New Zealand during the period of the war
with the natives. Wilfrid, a strong, self-reliant, courageous lad, is
the mainstay of the household. He has for his friend Mr. Atherton, a
botanist and naturalist of herculean strength and unfailing nerve and
humor. In the adventures among the Maoris, there are many breathless
moments in which the odds seem hopelessly against the party, but they
succeed in establishing themselves happily in one of the pleasant New
Zealand valleys.

"Brimful of adventure, of humorous and interesting conversation, and
vivid pictures of colonial life."--_Schoolmaster._


=Julian Mortimer=: A Brave Boy's Struggle for Home and Fortune. By
Harry Castlemon. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Here is a story that will warm every boy's heart. There is mystery
enough to keep any lad's imagination wound up to the highest pitch.
The scene of the story lies west of the Mississippi River, in the days
when emigrants made their perilous way across the great plains to the
land of gold. One of the startling features of the book is the attack
upon the wagon train by a large party of Indians. Our hero is a lad
of uncommon nerve and pluck, a brave young American in every sense of
the word. He enlists and holds the reader's sympathy from the outset.
Surrounded by an unknown and constant peril, and assisted by the
unswerving fidelity of a stalwart trapper, a real rough diamond, our
hero achieves the most happy results. Harry Castlemon has written many
entertaining stories for boys, and it would seem almost superfluous to
say anything in his praise, for the youth of America regard him as a
favorite author.


"=Carrots=:" Just a Little Boy. By Mrs. Molesworth. With Illustrations
by Walter Crane. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"One of the cleverest and most pleasing stories it has been our
good fortune to meet with for some time. Carrots and his sister are
delightful little beings, whom to read about is at once to become very
fond of."--_Examiner._

"A genuine children's book; we've seen 'em seize it, and read it
greedily. Children are first-rate critics, and thoroughly appreciate
Walter Crane's illustrations."--_Punch._


=Mopsa the Fairy.= By Jean Ingelow. With Eight pages of Illustrations.
12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"Mrs. Ingelow is, to our mind, the most charming of all living
writers for children, and 'Mopsa' alone ought to give her a kind of
pre-emptive right to the love and gratitude of our young folks. It
requires genius to conceive a purely imaginary work which must of
necessity deal with the supernatural, without running into a mere
riot of fantastic absurdity; but genius Miss Ingelow has and the story
of 'Jack' is as careless and joyous, but as delicate as a picture of
childhood."--_Eclectic._


=A Jaunt Through Java=: The Story of a Journey to the Sacred Mountain.
By Edward S. Ellis. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The central interest of this story is found in the thrilling adventures
of two cousins, Hermon and Eustace Hadley, on their trip across the
island of Java, from Samarang to the Sacred Mountain. In a land where
the Royal Bengal tiger runs at large; where the rhinoceros and other
fierce beasts are to be met with at unexpected moments; it is but
natural that the heroes of this book should have a lively experience.
Hermon not only distinguishes himself by killing a full-grown tiger
at short range, but meets with the most startling adventure of the
journey. There is much in this narrative to instruct as well as
entertain the reader, and so deftly has Mr. Ellis used his material
that there is not a dull page in the book. The two heroes are brave,
manly young fellows, bubbling over with boyish independence. They cope
with the many difficulties that arise during the trip in a fearless way
that is bound to win the admiration of every lad who is so fortunate as
to read their adventures.


=Wrecked on Spider Island=; or, How Ned Rogers Found the Treasure. By
James Otis. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

A "down-east" plucky lad who ships as cabin boy, not from love of
adventure, but because it is the only course remaining by which he
can gain a livelihood. While in his bunk, seasick, Ned Rogers hears
the captain and mate discussing their plans for the willful wreck of
the brig in order to gain the insurance. Once it is known he is in
possession of the secret the captain maroons him on Spider Island,
explaining to the crew that the boy is afflicted with leprosy. While
thus involuntarily playing the part of a Crusoe, Ned discovers a wreck
submerged in the sand, and overhauling the timbers for the purpose
of gathering material with which to build a hut finds a considerable
amount of treasure. Raising the wreck; a voyage to Havana under sail;
shipping there a crew and running for Savannah; the attempt of the crew
to seize the little craft after learning of the treasure on board, and,
as a matter of course, the successful ending of the journey, all serve
to make as entertaining a story of sea life as the most captious boy
could desire.


=Geoff and Jim=: A Story of School Life. By Ismay Thorn. Illustrated by
A. G. Walker. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"This is a prettily told story of the life spent by two motherless
bairns at a small preparatory school. Both Geoff and Jim are very
lovable characters, only Jim is the more so; and the scrapes he gets
into and the trials he endures will, no doubt, interest a large circle
of young readers."--_Church Times._

"This is a capital children's story, the characters well portrayed, and
the book tastefully bound and well illustrated."--_Schoolmaster._

"The story can be heartily recommended as a present for
boys."--_Standard._


=The Castaways=; or, On the Florida Reefs. By James Otis. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

This tale smacks of the salt sea. It is just the kind of story that
the majority of boys yearn for. From the moment that the Sea Queen
dispenses with the services of the tug in lower New York bay till the
breeze leaves her becalmed off the coast of Florida, one can almost
hear the whistle of the wind through her rigging, the creak of her
straining cordage as she heels to the leeward, and feel her rise to
the snow-capped waves which her sharp bow cuts into twin streaks of
foam. Off Marquesas Keys she floats in a dead calm. Ben Clark, the hero
of the story, and Jake, the cook, spy a turtle asleep upon the glassy
surface of the water. They determine to capture him, and take a boat
for that purpose, and just as they succeed in catching him a thick
fog cuts them off from the vessel, and then their troubles begin. They
take refuge on board a drifting hulk, a storm arises and they are cast
ashore upon a low sandy key. Their adventures from this point cannot
fail to charm the reader. As a writer for young people Mr. Otis is a
prime favorite. His style is captivating, and never for a moment does
he allow the interest to flag. In "The Castaways" he is at his best.


=Tom Thatcher's Fortune.= By Horatio Alger, Jr. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

Like all of Mr. Alger's heroes, Tom Thatcher is a brave, ambitious,
unselfish boy. He supports his mother and sister on meager wages earned
as a shoe-pegger in John Simpson's factory. The story begins with
Tom's discharge from the factory, because Mr. Simpson felt annoyed
with the lad for interrogating him too closely about his missing
father. A few days afterward Tom learns that which induces him to start
overland for California with the view of probing the family mystery.
He meets with many adventures. Ultimately he returns to his native
village, bringing consternation to the soul of John Simpson, who only
escapes the consequences of his villainy by making full restitution
to the man whose friendship he had betrayed. The story is told in that
entertaining way which has made Mr. Alger's name a household word in so
many homes.


=Birdie=: A Tale of Child Life. By H. L. Childe-Pemberton. Illustrated
by H. W. Rainey. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"The story is quaint and simple, but there is a freshness about it that
makes one hear again the ringing laugh and the cheery shout of children
at play which charmed his earlier years."--_New York Express._


=Popular Fairy Tales.= By the Brothers Grimm. Profusely Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"From first to last, almost without exception, these stories are
delightful."--_Athenæum._


=With Lafayette at Yorktown=: A Story of How Two Boys Joined the
Continental Army. By James Otis. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The two boys are from Portsmouth, N. H., and are introduced in August,
1781, when on the point of leaving home to enlist in Col. Scammell's
regiment, then stationed near New York City. Their method of traveling
is on horseback, and the author has given an interesting account of
what was expected from boys in the Colonial days. The lads, after no
slight amount of adventure, are sent as messengers--not soldiers--into
the south to find the troops under Lafayette. Once with that youthful
general they are given employment as spies, and enter the British
camp, bringing away valuable information. The pictures of camp-life
are carefully drawn, and the portrayal of Lafayette's character is
thoroughly well done. The story is wholesome in tone, as are all of Mr.
Otis' works. There is no lack of exciting incident which the youthful
reader craves, but it is healthful excitement brimming with facts which
every boy should be familiar with, and while the reader is following
the adventures of Ben Jaffreys and Ned Allen he is acquiring a fund of
historical lore which will remain in his memory long after that which
he has memorized from text-books has been forgotten.


=Lost in the Cañon=: Sam Willett's Adventures on the Great Colorado. By
Alfred R. Calhoun. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

This story hinges on a fortune left to Sam Willett, the hero, and
the fact that it will pass to a disreputable relative if the lad dies
before he shall have reached his majority. The Vigilance Committee of
Hurley's Gulch arrest Sam's father and an associate for the crime of
murder. Their lives depend on the production of the receipt given for
money paid. This is in Sam's possession at the camp on the other side
of the cañon. A messenger is dispatched to get it. He reaches the lad
in the midst of a fearful storm which floods the cañon. His father's
peril urges Sam to action. A raft is built on which the boy and his
friends essay to cross the torrent. They fail to do so, and a desperate
trip down the stream ensues. How the party finally escape from the
horrors of their situation and Sam reaches Hurley's Gulch in the very
nick of time, is described in a graphic style that stamps Mr. Calhoun
as a master of his art.


=Jack=: A Topsy Turvy Story. By C. M. Crawley-Boevey. With upward of
Thirty Illustrations by H. J. A. Miles. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"The illustrations deserve particular mention, as they add largely to
the interest of this amusing volume for children. Jack falls asleep
with his mind full of the subject of the fishpond, and is very much
surprised presently to find himself an inhabitant of Waterworld,
where he goes though wonderful and edifying adventures. A handsome and
pleasant book."--_Literary World._


=Search for the Silver City=: A Tale of Adventure in Yucatan. By James
Otis. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Two American lads, Teddy Wright and Neal Emery, embark on the steam
yacht Day Dream for a short summer cruise to the tropics. Homeward
bound the yacht is destroyed by fire. All hands take to the boats, but
during the night the boat is cast upon the coast of Yucatan. They come
across a young American named Cummings, who entertains them with the
story of the wonderful Silver City, of the Chan Santa Cruz Indians.
Cummings proposes with the aid of a faithful Indian ally to brave the
perils of the swamp and carry off a number of the golden images from
the temples. Pursued with relentless vigor for days their situation is
desperate. At last their escape is effected in an astonishing manner.
Mr. Otis has built his story on an historical foundation. It is so full
of exciting incidents that the reader is quite carried away with the
novelty and realism of the narrative.


=Frank Fowler, the Cash Boy.= By Horatio Alger, Jr. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

Thrown upon his own resources Frank Fowler, a poor boy, bravely
determines to make a living for himself and his foster-sister Grace.
Going to New York he obtains a situation as cash boy in a dry goods
store. He renders a service to a wealthy old gentleman named Wharton,
who takes a fancy to the lad. Frank, after losing his place as cash
boy, is enticed by an enemy to a lonesome part of New Jersey and held
a prisoner. This move recoils upon the plotter, for it leads to a
clue that enables the lad to establish his real identity. Mr. Alger's
stories are not only unusually interesting, but they convey a useful
lesson of pluck and manly independence.


=Budd Boyd's Triumph=; or, the Boy Firm of Fox Island. By William P.
Chipman. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The scene of this story is laid on the upper part of Narragansett
Bay, and the leading incidents have a strong salt water flavor. Owing
to the conviction of his father for forgery and theft, Budd Boyd is
compelled to leave his home and strike out for himself. Chance brings
Budd in contact with Judd Floyd. The two boys, being ambitious and
clear sighted, form a partnership to catch and sell fish. The scheme
is successfully launched, but the unexpected appearance on the scene
of Thomas Bagsley, the man whom Budd believes guilty of the crimes
attributed to his father, leads to several disagreeable complications
that nearly caused the lad's ruin. His pluck and good sense, however,
carry him through his troubles. In following the career of the boy firm
of Boyd & Floyd, the youthful reader will find a useful lesson--that
industry and perseverance are bound to lead to ultimate success.


=The Errand Boy=; or, How Phil Brent Won Success. By Horatio Alger, Jr.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The career of "The Errand Boy" embraces the city adventures of a smart
country lad who at an early age was abandoned by his father. Philip
was brought up by a kind-hearted innkeeper named Brent. The death of
Mrs. Brent paved the way for the hero's subsequent troubles. Accident
introduces him to the notice of a retired merchant in New York, who
not only secures him the situation of errand boy but thereafter stands
as his friend. An unexpected turn of fortune's wheel, however, brings
Philip and his father together. In "The Errand Boy" Philip Brent is
possessed of the same sterling qualities so conspicuous in all of the
previous creations of this delightful writer for our youth.


=The Slate Picker=: The Story of a Boy's Life in the Coal Mines. By
Harry Prentice. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

This is a story of a boy's life in the coal mines of Pennsylvania.
There are many thrilling situations, notably that of Ben Burton's
leap into the "lion's mouth"--the yawning shute in the breakers--to
escape a beating at the hands of the savage Spilkins, the overseer.
Gracie Gordon is a little angel in rags, Terence O'Dowd is a manly,
sympathetic lad, and Enoch Evans, the miner-poet, is a big-hearted,
honest fellow, a true friend to all whose burdens seem too heavy for
them to bear. Ben Burton, the hero, had a hard road to travel, but
by grit and energy he advanced step by step until he found himself
called upon to fill the position of chief engineer of the Kohinoor Coal
Company.


=A Runaway Brig=; or, An Accidental Cruise. By James Otis. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

"A Runaway Brig" is a sea tale, pure and simple, and that's where it
strikes a boy's fancy. The reader can look out upon the wide shimmering
sea as it flashes back the sunlight, and imagine himself afloat with
Harry Vandyne, Walter Morse, Jim Libby and that old shell-back, Bob
Brace, on the brig Bonita, which lands on one of the Bahama keys.
Finally three strangers steal the craft, leaving the rightful owners
to shift for themselves aboard a broken-down tug. The boys discover
a mysterious document which enables them to find a buried treasure,
then a storm comes on and the tug is stranded. At last a yacht comes
in sight and the party with the treasure is taken off the lonely key.
The most exacting youth is sure to be fascinated with this entertaining
story.


=Fairy Tales and Stories.= By Hans Christian Andersen. Profusely
Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"If I were asked to select a child's library I should name these three
volumes 'English,' 'Celtic,' and 'Indian Fairy Tales,' with Grimm and
Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales."--_Independent._


=The Island Treasure=; or, Harry Darrel's Fortune. By Frank H.
Converse. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Harry Darrel, an orphan, having received a nautical training on a
school-ship, is bent on going to sea with a boyish acquaintance named
Dan Plunket. A runaway horse changes his prospects. Harry saves Dr.
Gregg from drowning and the doctor presents his preserver with a bit of
property known as Gregg's Island, and makes the lad sailing-master of
his sloop yacht. A piratical hoard is supposed to be hidden somewhere
on the island. After much search and many thwarted plans, at last Dan
discovers the treasure and is the means of finding Harry's father. Mr.
Converse's stories possess a charm of their own which is appreciated by
lads who delight in good healthy tales that smack of salt water.


=The Boy Explorers=: The Adventures of Two Boys in Alaska. By Harry
Prentice. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Two boys, Raymond and Spencer Manning, travel from San Francisco to
Alaska to join their father in search of their uncle, who, it is
believed, was captured and detained by the inhabitants of a place
called the "Heart of Alaska." On their arrival at Sitka the boys with
an Indian guide set off across the mountains. The trip is fraught
with perils that test the lads' courage to the utmost. Reaching the
Yukon River they build a raft and float down the stream, entering the
Mysterious River, from which they barely escape with their lives, only
to be captured by natives of the Heart of Alaska. All through their
exciting adventures the lads demonstrate what can be accomplished
by pluck and resolution, and their experience makes one of the most
interesting tales ever written.


=The Treasure Finders=: A Boy's Adventures in Nicaragua. By James Otis.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Roy and Dean Coloney, with their guide Tongla, leave their father's
indigo plantation to visit the wonderful ruins of an ancient city.
The boys eagerly explore the dismantled temples of an extinct race and
discover three golden images cunningly hidden away. They escape with
the greatest difficulty; by taking advantage of a festive gathering
they seize a canoe and fly down the river. Eventually they reach safety
with their golden prizes. Mr. Otis is the prince of story tellers, for
he handles his material with consummate skill. We doubt if he has ever
written a more entertaining story than "The Treasure Finders."


=Household Fairy Tales.= By the Brothers Grimm. Profusely Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"As a collection of fairy tales to delight children of all ages this
work ranks second to none."--_Daily Graphic._


=Dan the Newsboy.= By Horatio Alger, Jr. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The reader is introduced to Dan Mordaunt and his mother living in a
poor tenement, and the lad is pluckily trying to make ends meet by
selling papers in the streets of New York. A little heiress of six
years is confided to the care of the Mordaunts. At the same time the
lad obtains a position in a wholesale house. He soon demonstrates
how valuable he is to the firm by detecting the bookkeeper in a bold
attempt to rob his employers. The child is kidnapped and Dan tracks the
child to the house where she is hidden, and rescues her. The wealthy
aunt of the little heiress is so delighted with Dan's courage and many
good qualities that she adopts him as her heir, and the conclusion of
the book leaves the hero on the high road to every earthly desire.


=Tony the Hero=: A Brave Boy's Adventure with a Tramp. By Horatio
Alger, Jr. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Tony, a sturdy bright-eyed boy of fourteen, is under the control of
Rudolph Rugg, a thorough rascal, shiftless and lazy, spending his time
tramping about the country. After much abuse Tony runs away and gets
a job as stable boy in a country hotel. Tony is heir to a large estate
in England, and certain persons find it necessary to produce proof of
the lad's death. Rudolph for a consideration hunts up Tony and throws
him down a deep well. Of course Tony escapes from the fate provided
for him, and by a brave act makes a rich friend, with whom he goes
to England, where he secures his rights and is prosperous. The fact
that Mr. Alger is the author of this entertaining book will at once
recommend it to all juvenile readers.


=A Young Hero=; or, Fighting to Win. By Edward S. Ellis. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

This story tells how a valuable solid silver service was stolen
from the Misses Perkinpine, two very old and simple minded ladies.
Fred Sheldon, the hero of this story and a friend of the old ladies,
undertakes to discover the thieves and have them arrested. After much
time spent in detective work, he succeeds in discovering the silver
plate and winning the reward for its restoration. During the narrative
a circus comes to town and a thrilling account of the escape of the
lion from its cage, with its recapture, is told in Mr. Ellis' most
fascinating style. Every boy will be glad to read this delightful book.


=The Days of Bruce=: A Story from Scottish History. By Grace Aguilar.
Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"There is a delightful freshness, sincerity and vivacity about all
of Grace Aguilar's stories which cannot fail to win the interest and
admiration of every lover of good reading."--_Boston Beacon._


=Tom the Bootblack=; or, The Road to Success. By Horatio Alger, Jr.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

A bright, enterprising lad was Tom the bootblack. He was not at all
ashamed of his humble calling, though always on the lookout to better
himself. His guardian, old Jacob Morton, died, leaving him a small sum
of money and a written confession that Tom, instead of being of humble
origin, was the son and heir of a deceased Western merchant, and had
been defrauded out of his just rights by an unscrupulous uncle. The
lad started for Cincinnati to look up his heritage. But three years
passed away before he obtained his first clue. Mr. Grey, the uncle, did
not hesitate to employ a ruffian to kill the lad. The plan failed, and
Gilbert Grey, once Tom the bootblack, came into a comfortable fortune.
This is one of Mr. Alger's best stories.


=Captured by Zulus=: A story of Trapping in Africa. By Harry Prentice.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

This story details the adventures of two lads, Dick Elsworth and Bob
Harvey, in the wilds of South Africa, for the purpose of obtaining a
supply of zoological curiosities. By stratagem the Zulus capture Dick
and Bob and take them to their principal kraal or village. The lads
escape death by digging their way out of the prison hut by night. They
are pursued, and after a rough experience the boys eventually rejoin
the expedition and take part in several wild animal hunts. The Zulus
finally give up pursuit and the expedition arrives at the coast without
further trouble. Mr. Prentice has a delightful method of blending
fact with fiction. He tells exactly how wild-beast collectors secure
specimens on their native stamping grounds, and these descriptions make
very entertaining reading.


=Tom the Ready=; or, Up from the Lowest. By Randolph Hill. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

This is a dramatic narrative of the unaided rise of a fearless,
ambitious boy from the lowest round of fortune's ladder--the gate of
the poorhouse--to wealth and the governorship of his native State.
Thomas Seacomb begins life with a purpose. While yet a schoolboy he
conceives and presents to the world the germ of the Overland Express
Co. At the very outset of his career jealousy and craft seek to
blast his promising future. Later he sets out to obtain a charter
for a railroad line in connection with the express business. Now he
realizes what it is to match himself against capital. Yet he wins
and the railroad is built. Only an uncommon nature like Tom's could
successfully oppose such a combine. How he manages to win the battle is
told by Mr. Hill in a masterful way that thrills the reader and holds
his attention and sympathy to the end.


=Roy Gilbert's Search=: A Tale of the Great Lakes. By Wm. P. Chipman.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

A deep mystery hangs over the parentage of Roy Gilbert. He arranges
with two schoolmates to make a tour of the Great Lakes on a steam
launch. The three boys leave Erie on the launch and visit many points
of interest on the lakes. Soon afterward the lad is conspicuous in the
rescue of an elderly gentleman and a lady from a sinking yacht. Later
on the cruise of the launch is brought to a disastrous termination
and the boys narrowly escape with their lives. The hero is a manly,
self-reliant boy, whose adventures will be followed with interest.


=The Young Scout=; The Story of a West Point Lieutenant. By Edward S.
Ellis. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The crafty Apache chief Geronimo but a few years ago was the most
terrible scourge of the southwest border. The author has woven, in a
tale of thrilling interest, all the incidents of Geronimo's last raid.
The hero is Lieutenant James Decker, a recent graduate of West Point.
Ambitious to distinguish himself so as to win well-deserved promotion,
the young man takes many a desperate chance against the enemy and
on more than one occasion narrowly escapes with his life. The story
naturally abounds in thrilling situations, and being historically
correct, it is reasonable to believe it will find great favor with the
boys. In our opinion Mr. Ellis is the best writer of Indian stories now
before the public.


=Adrift in the Wilds=: The Adventures of Two Shipwrecked Boys. By
Edward S. Ellis. 12mo, cloth, price, $1.00.

Elwood Brandon and Howard Lawrence, cousins and schoolmates,
accompanied by a lively Irishman called O'Rooney, are en route for
San Francisco. Off the coast of California the steamer takes fire.
The two boys and their companion reach the shore with several of the
passengers. While O'Rooney and the lads are absent inspecting the
neighborhood O'Rooney has an exciting experience and young Brandon
becomes separated from his party. He is captured by hostile Indians,
but is rescued by an Indian whom the lads had assisted. This is a very
entertaining narrative of Southern California in the days immediately
preceding the construction of the Pacific railroads. Mr. Ellis seems to
be particularly happy in this line of fiction, and the present story is
fully as entertaining as anything he has ever written.


=The Red Fairy Book.= Edited by Andrew Lang. Profusely Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"A gift-book that will charm any child, and all older folk who have
been fortunate enough to retain their taste for the old nursery
stories."--_Literary World._


=The Boy Cruisers=; or, Paddling in Florida. By St. George Rathborne.
12mo, cloth, price, $1.00.

Boys who like an admixture of sport and adventure will find this book
just to their taste. We promise them that they will not go to sleep
over the rattling experiences of Andrew George and Roland Carter, who
start on a canoe trip along the Gulf coast, from Key West to Tampa,
Florida. Their first adventure is with a pair of rascals who steal
their boats. Next they run into a gale in the Gulf and have a lively
experience while it lasts. After that they have a lively time with
alligators and divers varieties of the finny tribe. Andrew gets into
trouble with a band of Seminole Indians and gets away without having
his scalp raised. After this there is no lack of fun till they reach
their destination. That Mr. Rathborne knows just how to interest the
boys is apparent at a glance, and lads who are in search of a rare
treat will do well to read this entertaining story.


=Guy Harris=: The Runaway. By Harry Castlemon. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Guy Harris lived in a small city on the shore of one of the Great
Lakes. His head became filled with quixotic notions of going West to
hunt grizzlies, in fact, Indians. He is persuaded to go to sea, and
gets a glimpse of the rough side of life in a sailor's boarding house.
He ships on a vessel and for five months leads a hard life. He deserts
his ship at San Francisco and starts out to become a backwoodsman, but
rough experiences soon cure him of all desire to be a hunter. At St.
Louis he becomes a clerk and for a time he yields to the temptations of
a great city. The book will not only interest boys generally on account
of its graphic style, but will put many facts before their eyes in a
new light. This is one of Castlemon's most attractive stories.


=The Train Boy.= By Horatio Alger, Jr. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Paul Palmer was a wide-awake boy of sixteen who supported his mother
and sister by selling books and papers on one of the trains running
between Chicago and Milwaukee. He detects a young man named Luke Denton
in the act of picking the pocket of a young lady, and also incurs the
enmity of his brother Stephen, a worthless fellow. Luke and Stephen
plot to ruin Paul, but their plans are frustrated. In a railway
accident many passengers are killed, but Paul is fortunate enough to
assist a Chicago merchant, who out of gratitude takes him into his
employ. Paul is sent to manage a mine in Custer City and executes his
commission with tact and judgment and is well started on the road to
business prominence. This is one of Mr. Alger's most attractive stories
and is sure to please all readers.


=Joe's Luck=: A Boy's Adventures in California. By Horatio Alger, Jr.
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

Without a doubt Joe Mason was a lucky boy, but he deserved the golden
chances that fell to his lot, for he had the pluck and ambition to push
himself to the front. Joe had but one dollar in the world when he stood
despondently on the California Mail Steamship Co.'s dock in New York
watching the preparations incident to the departure of the steamer.
The same dollar was still Joe's entire capital when he landed in the
bustling town of tents and one-story cabins--the San Francisco of '51,
and inside of the week the boy was proprietor of a small restaurant
earning a comfortable profit. The story is chock full of stirring
incidents, while the amusing situations are furnished by Joshua
Bickford, from Pumpkin Hollow, and the fellow who modestly styles
himself the "Rip-tail Roarer, from Pike Co., Missouri." Mr. Alger never
writes a poor book, and "Joe's Luck" is certainly one of his best.


=Three Bright Girls=: A Story of Chance and Mischance. By Annie E.
Armstrong. With full page Illustrations by W. Parkinson. 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

By a sudden turn of fortune's wheel the three heroines of this story
are brought down from a household of lavish comfort to meet the
incessant cares and worries of those who have to eke out a very limited
income. And the charm of the story lies in the cheery helpfulness of
spirit developed in the girls by their changed circumstances; while the
author finds a pleasant ending to all their happy makeshifts.

"The story is charmingly told, and the book can be warmly recommended
as a present for girls."--_Standard._


=Giannetta=: A Girl's Story of Herself. By Rosa Mulholland. With
full-page Illustrations by Lockhart Bogle. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The daughter of a gentleman, who had married a poor Swiss girl, was
stolen as an infant by some of her mother's relatives. The child having
died, they afterward for the sake of gain substitute another child for
it, and the changeling, after becoming a clever modeler of clay images,
is suddenly transferred to the position of a rich heiress. She develops
into a good and accomplished woman, and though the imposture of her
early friends is finally discovered, she has gained too much love and
devotion to be really a sufferer by the surrender of her estates.

"Extremely well told and full of interest. Giannetta is a true
heroine--warm-hearted, self-sacrificing, and, as all good women
nowadays are, largely touched with enthusiasm of humanity. The
illustrations are unusually good. One of the most attractive gift books
of the season."--_The Academy._


=Margery Merton's Girlhood.= By Alice Corkran. With full-page
Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

The experiences of an orphan girl who in infancy is left by her
father--an officer in India--to the care of an elderly aunt residing
near Paris. The accounts of the various persons who have an after
influence on the story, the school companions of Margery, the sisters
of the Conventual College of Art, the professor, and the peasantry of
Fontainebleau, are singularly vivid. There is a subtle attraction about
the book which will make it a great favorite with thoughtful girls.

"Another book for girls we can warmly commend. There is a delightful
piquancy in the experiences and trials of a young English girl who
studies painting in Paris."--_Saturday Review._


=Under False Colors=: A Story from Two Girls' Lives. By Sarah Doudney.
With full-page Illustrations by G. G. Kilburne. 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

A story which has in it so strong a dramatic element that it will
attract readers of all ages and of either sex. The incidents of the
plot, arising from the thoughtless indulgence of a deceptive freak,
are exceedingly natural, and the keen interest of the narrative is
sustained from beginning to end.

"Sarah Doudney has no superior as a writer of high-toned stories--pure
in style, original in conception, and with skillfully wrought out
plots; but we have seen nothing equal in dramatic energy to this
book."--_Christian Leader._


=Down the Snow Stairs=; or, From Good-night to Good-morning. By Alice
Corkran. With Illustrations by Gordon Browne. 12mo, cloth, price 75
cents.

This is a remarkable story: full of vivid fancy and quaint originality.
In its most fantastic imaginings it carries with it a sense of reality,
and derives a singular attraction from that combination of simplicity,
originality, and subtle humor, which is so much appreciated by lively
and thoughtful children. Children of a larger growth will also be
deeply interested in Kitty's strange journey, and her wonderful
experiences.

"Among all the Christmas volumes which the year has brought to our
table this one stands out _facile princeps_--a gem of the first water,
bearing upon every one of its pages the signet mark of genius....
All is told with such simplicity and perfect naturalness that the
dream appears to be a solid reality. It is indeed a Little Pilgrim's
Progress."--_Christian Leader._


=The Tapestry Room=: A Child's Romance. By Mrs. Molesworth. Illustrated
by Walter Crane. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"Mrs. Molesworth is a charming painter of the nature and ways of
children; and she has done good service in giving us this charming
juvenile which will delight the young people."--_Athenæum_, London.


=Little Miss Peggy=: Only a Nursery Story. By Mrs. Molesworth. With
Illustrations by Walter Crane. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

Mrs. Molesworth's children are finished studies. She is never
sentimental, but writes common sense in a straightforward manner. A
joyous earnest spirit pervades her work, and her sympathy is unbounded.
She loves them with her whole heart, while she lays bare their little
minds, and expresses their foibles, their faults, their virtues, their
inward struggles, their conception of duty, and their instinctive
knowledge of the right and wrong of things. She knows their characters,
she understands their wants, and she desires to help them.


=Polly=: A New Fashioned Girl. By L. T. Meade. Illustrated 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

Few authors have achieved a popularity equal to Mrs. Meade as a writer
of stories for young girls. Her characters are living beings of flesh
and blood, not lay figures of conventional type. Into the trials and
crosses, and everyday experiences, the reader enters at once with zest
and hearty sympathy. While Mrs. Meade always writes with a high moral
purpose, her lessons of life, purity and nobility of character are
rather inculcated by example than intruded as sermons.


=Rosy.= By Mrs. Molesworth. Illustrated by Walter Crane. 12mo, cloth,
price 75 cents.

Mrs. Molesworth, considering the quality and quantity of her labors,
is the best story-teller for children England has yet known. This is a
bold statement and requires substantiation. Mrs. Molesworth, during the
last six years, has never failed to occupy a prominent place among the
juvenile writers of the season.

"A very pretty story.... The writer knows children and their ways
well.... The illustrations are exceedingly well drawn."--_Spectator._


=Little Sunshine's Holiday=: A Picture from Life. By Miss Mulock.
Illustrated by Walter Crane. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"This is a pretty narrative of baby life, describing the simple doings
and savings of a very charming and rather precocious child nearly three
years old."--_Pall Mall Gazette._

"Will be delightful to those who have nurseries peopled by 'Little
Sunshines' of their own."--_Athenæum._


=Esther=: A Book for Girls. By Rosa N. Carey. Illustrated, 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

"She inspires her readers simply by bringing them in contact with the
characters, who are in themselves inspiring. Her simple stories are
woven in order to give her an opportunity to describe her characters by
their own conduct in seasons of trial."--_Chicago Times._


=Sweet Content.= By Mrs. Molesworth. Illustrated by W. Rainey. 12mo,
cloth, price 75 cents.

"It seems to me not at all easier to draw a lifelike child than to draw
a lifelike man or woman: Shakespeare and Webster were the only two men
of their age who could do it with perfect delicacy and success. Our own
age is more fortunate, on this single score at least, having a larger
and far nobler proportion of female writers; among whom, since the
death of George Eliot, there is none left whose touch is so exquisite
and masterly, whose love is so thoroughly according to knowledge,
whose bright and sweet invention is so fruitful, so truthful, or so
delightful as Mrs. Molesworth."--A. C. Swinburne.


=One of a Covey.= By the Author of "Honor Bright," "Miss Toosey's
Mission." With Numerous Illustrations by H. J. A. Miles. 12mo, cloth,
price 75 cents.

"Full of spirit and life, so well sustained throughout that grown-up
readers may enjoy it as much as children. This 'Covey' consists of the
twelve children of a hard-pressed Dr. Partridge, out of which is chosen
a little girl to be adopted by a spoilt, fine lady.... It is one of the
best books of the season."--_Guardian._

"We have rarely read a story for boys and girls with greater pleasure.
One of the chief characters would not have disgraced Dickens'
pen."--_Literary World._


=The Little Princess of Tower Hill.= By L. T. Meade. Illustrated, 12mo,
cloth, price 75 cents.

"This is one of the prettiest books for children published, as pretty
as a pond-lily, and quite as fragrant. Nothing could be imagined more
attractive to young people than such a combination of fresh pages and
fair pictures; and while children will rejoice over it--which is much
better than crying for it--it is a book that can be read with pleasure
even by older boys and girls."--_Boston Advertiser._


=Honor Bright=; or, The Four-Leaved Shamrock. By the Author of "One
of a Covey," "Miss Toosey's Mission," etc., etc. With full-page
Illustrations. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"It requires a special talent to describe the sayings and doings of
children, and the author of 'Honor Bright,' 'One of a Covey,' possesses
that talent in no small degree."--_Literary Churchman._

"A cheery, sensible, and healthy tale."--_The Times._


=The Cuckoo Clock.= By Mrs. Molesworth. With Illustrations by Walter
Crane. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"A beautiful little story. It will be read with delight by every
child into whose hands it is placed.... The author deserves all the
praise that has been, is, and will be bestowed on 'The Cuckoo Clock.'
Children's stories are plentiful, but one like this is not to be met
with every day."--_Pall Mall Gazette._


=Girl Neighbors=; or, The Old Fashion and the New. By Sarah Tytler.
With full-page Illustrations by C. T. Garland. 12mo, cloth, price 75
cents.

"One of the most effective and quietly humorous of Miss Tytler's
stories. 'Girl Neighbors' is a pleasant comedy, not so much of errors
as of prejudices got rid of, very healthy, very agreeable, and very
well written."--_Spectator._


=The Little Lame Prince.= By Miss Mulock. Illustrated, cloth, price 75
cents.

"No sweeter--that is the proper word--Christmas story for the little
folks could easily be found, and it is as delightful for older readers
as well. There is a moral to it which the reader can find out for
himself, if he chooses to think."--_Herald_, Cleveland.


=The Adventures of a Brownie.= As Told to my Child. By Miss Mulock.
Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"The author of this delightful little book leaves it in doubt all
through whether there actually is such a creature in existence as
a Brownie, but she makes us hope that there might be."--_Standard_,
Chicago.


=Only a Girl=: A Story of a Quiet Life. A Tale of Brittany. Adapted
from the the French by C. A. Jones. Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price
$1.00.

"We can thoroughly recommend this brightly written and homely
narrative."--_Saturday Review._


=Little Rosebud=; or, Things Will Take a Turn. By Beatrice Harraden.
Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"A most delightful little book.... Miss Harraden is so bright, so
healthy, and so natural withal that the book ought, as a matter of
duty, to be added to every girl's library in the land."--_Boston
Transcript._


=Little Miss Joy.= By Emma Marshall. Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price 75
cents.

"A very pleasant and instructive story, told by a very charming writer
in such an attractive way as to win favor among its young readers. The
illustrations add to the beauty of the book."--_Utica Herald._


=Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe.= By Charlotte M. Yonge. Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"This story is unique among tales intended for children, alike for
pleasant instruction, quaintness of humor, gentle pathos, and the
subtlety with which lessons moral and otherwise are conveyed to
children, and perhaps to their seniors as well."--_The Spectator._


=Joan's Adventures at the North Pole and Elsewhere.= By Alice Corkran.
Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"Wonderful as the adventures of Joan are, it must be admitted that they
are very naturally worked out and very plausibly presented. Altogether
this is an excellent story for girls."--_Saturday Review._

=Count Up the Sunny Days=: A Story for Boys and Girls. By C. A. Jones.
With full-page Illustrations, 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"An unusually good children's story."--_Glasgow Herald._


=Sue and I.= By Mrs. O'Reilly. Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"A thoroughly delightful book, full of sound wisdom as well as
fun."--_Athenæum._


=Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.= By Lewis Carroll. With 42
Illustrations by John Tenniel. 12mo, cloth, price 75 cents.

"From first to last, almost without exception, this story is
delightfully droll, humorous and illustrated in harmony with the
story."--_New York Express._


=Celtic Fairy Tales.= Edited by Joseph Jacobs. Illustrated by J. D.
Batten. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"A stock of delightful little narratives gathered chiefly from the
Celtic-speaking peasants of Ireland."--_Daily Telegraph._

"A perfectly lovely book. And oh! the wonderful pictures inside. Get
this book if you can; it is capital, all through."--_Pall Mall Budget._


=English Fairy Tales.= Edited by Joseph Jacobs. Illustrated by J. D.
Batten. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"The tales are simply delightful. No amount of description can do
them justice. The only way is to read the book through from cover to
cover."--_Magazine and Book Review._

"The book is intended to correspond to 'Grimm's Fairy Tales,' and it
must be allowed that its pages fairly rival in interest those of the
well-known repository of folk-lore."--_Sydney Morning Herald._


=Indian Fairy Tales.= Edited by Joseph Jacobs. Illustrated by J. D
Batten. 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"Mr. Jacobs brings home to us in a clear and intelligible manner the
enormous influence which 'Indian Fairy Tales' have had upon European
literature of the kind."--_Gloucester Journal._

"The present combination will be welcomed not alone by the little
ones for whom it is specially combined, but also by children of larger
growth and added years."--_Daily Telegraph._


=The Blue Fairy Book.= Edited by Andrew Lang. Profusely Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"The tales are simply delightful. No amount of description can do
them justice. The only way is to read the book through from cover to
cover."--_Magazine and Book Review._


=The Green Fairy Book.= Edited by Andrew Lang. Profusely Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"The most delightful book of fairy tales, taking form and contents
together, ever presented to children."--E. S. Hartland, in _Folk-Lore_.


=The Yellow Fairy Book.= Edited by Andrew Lang. Profusely Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"As a collection of fairy tales to delight children of all ages ranks
second to none."--_Daily Graphic_ (with illustrations).

=Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There.= By Lewis
Carroll. With 50 Illustrations by John Tenniel.

"A delight alike to the young people and their elders, extremely funny
both in text and illustrations."--_Boston Express._


=The Heir of Redclyffe.= By Charlotte M. Yonge. Illustrated, 12mo,
cloth, price $1.00.

"A narrative full of interest from first to last. It is told clearly
and in a straightforward manner and arrests the attention of the reader
at once, so that one feels afresh the unspeakable pathos of the story
to the end."--_London Graphic._


=The Dove in the Eagle's Nest.= By Charlotte M. Yonge. Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"Among all the modern writers we believe Miss Yonge first, not in
genius, but in this, that she employs her great abilities for a high
and noble purpose. We know of few modern writers whose works may be so
safely commended as hers."--_Cleveland Times._


=A Sweet Girl Graduate.= By L. T. Meade. Illustrated, 12mo, cloth,
price $1.00.

"One of this popular author's best. The characters are well imagined
and drawn. The story moves with plenty of spirit and the interest does
not flag until the end too quickly comes."--_Providence Journal._


=The Palace Beautiful=: A Story for Girls. By L. T. Meade. Illustrated,
cloth, 12mo, price $1.00.

"A bright and interesting story. The many admirers of Mrs. L. T. Meade
in this country will be delighted with the 'Palace Beautiful' for more
reasons than one."--_New York Recorder._


=A World of Girls=: The Story of a School. By L. T. Meade. Illustrated,
12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"One of those wholesome stories which it does one good to read. It will
afford pure delight to her numerous readers."--_Boston Home Journal._


=The Lady of the Forest=: A Story for Girls. By L. T. Meade.
Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"This story is written in the author's well-known, fresh and easy
style. All girls fond of reading will be charmed by this well
written story. It is told with the author's customary grace and
spirit."--_Boston Times._


=At the Back of the North Wind.= By George Macdonald. Illustrated by
George Groves, 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"A very pretty story, with much of the freshness and vigor of Mr.
Macdonald's earlier work.... It is a sweet, earnest, and wholesome
fairy story, and the quaint native humor is delightful. A most
delightful volume for young readers."--_Philadelphia Times._


=The Water Babies=: A Fairy Tale for a Land Baby. By Charles Kingsley.
Illustrated, 12mo, cloth, price $1.00.

"The strength of his work, as well as its peculiar charms, consist in
his description of the experiences of a youth with life under water
in the luxuriant wealth of which he revels with all the ardor of a
poetical nature."--_New York Tribune._




BURT'S HOME LIBRARY


Comprising three hundred and sixty-five titles of standard works,
embracing fiction, essays, poetry, history, travel, etc., selected
from the world's best literature, written by authors of world-wide
reputation. Printed from large type on good paper, and bound in
handsome uniform cloth binding.


Uniform Cloth Binding, Gilt Tops.

Price $1.00 per Copy.


  Abbe Constantin. By Ludovic Halevy.

  Abbot, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Adam Bede. By George Eliot.

  Æsop's Fables.

  Alhambra, The. By Washington Irving.

  Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. By Lewis
    Carroll.

  Alice Lorraine. By R. D. Blackmore.

  All Sorts and Conditions of Men. By Besant and Rice.

  Amiel's Journal. Translated by Mrs. Humphrey Ward.

  Andersen's Fairy Tales.

  Anne of Geierstein. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Antiquary, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Arabian Nights Entertainments.

  Ardath. By Marie Corelli.

  Armadale. By Wilkie Collins.

  Armorel of Lyonesse. By Walter Besant.

  Around the World in the Yacht Sunbeam. By Mrs. Brassey.

  Arundel Motto. By Mary Cecil Hay.

  At the Back of the North Wind. By George Macdonald.

  Attic Philosopher. By Émile Souvestre.

  Auld Licht Idylls. By James M. Barrie.

  Aunt Diana. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Aurelian. By William Ware.

  Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin.

  Averil. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Bacon's Essays. By Francis Bacon.

  Barbara Heathcote's Trial. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Barnaby Rudge. By Charles Dickens.

  Barrack-Room Ballads. By Rudyard Kipling.

  Betrothed, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Black Beauty. By Anna Sewell.

  Black Dwarf, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Bleak House. By Charles Dickens.

  Bondman, The. By Hall Caine.

  Bride of Lammermoor. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Bride of the Nile, The. By George Ebers.

  Browning's Poems. (Selections.) By Robert Browning.

  Bryant's Poems. (Early.) By William Cullen Bryant.

  Burgomaster's Wife, The. By George Ebers.

  Burns' Poems. By Robert Burns.

  By Order of the King. By Victor Hugo.

  California and Oregon Trail. By Francis Parkman, Jr.

  Cast Up by the Sea. By Sir Samuel Baker.

  Caxtons, The. By Bulwer-Lytton.

  Chandos. By "Ouida."

  Charles Auchester. By E. Berger.

  Character. By Samuel Smiles.

  Charles O'Malley. By Charles Lever.

  Children of the Abbey. By Regina Maria Roche.

  Children of Gibeon. By Walter Besant.

  Child's History of England. By Charles Dickens.

  Christmas Stories. By Charles Dickens.

  Clara Vaughan. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Cloister and the Hearth. By Charles Reade.

  Complete Angler. By Walton and Cotton.

  Confessions of an Opium Eater. By Thomas De Quincey.

  Consuelo. By George Sand.

  Corinne. By Madame De Stael.

  Countess Gisela, The. By E. Marlitt.

  Countess of Rudolstadt. By George Sand.

  Count Robert of Paris. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Cousin Pons. By Honoré De Balzac.

  Cradock Nowell. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Cranford. By Mrs. Gaskell.

  Cripps the Carrier. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Crown of Wild Olive, The. By John Ruskin.

  Daniel Deronda. By George Eliot.

  Data of Ethics. By Herbert Spencer.

  Daughter of an Empress, The. By Louisa Muhlbach.

  Daughter of Heth, A. By William Black.

  David Copperfield. By Charles Dickens.

  Days of Bruce. By Grace Aguilar.

  Deemster, The. By Hall Caine.

  Deerslayer, The. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Descent of Man. By Charles Darwin.

  Dick Sand; or, A Captain at Fifteen. By Jules Verne.

  Discourses of Epictetus. Translated by George Long.

  Divine Comedy, The. (Dante.) Translated by Rev. H. F. Carey.

  Dombey & Son. By Charles Dickens.

  Donal Grant. By George Macdonald.

  Donovan. By Edna Lyall.

  Dove in the Eagle's Nest. By Charlotte M. Yonge.

  Dream Life. By Ik Marvel.

  Duty. By Samuel Smiles.

  Early Days of Christianity. By F. W. Farrar.

  East Lynne. By Mrs. Henry Wood.

  Education. By Herbert Spencer.

  Egoist, The. By George Meredith.

  Egyptian Princess, An. By George Ebers.

  Eight Hundred Leagues on the Amazon. By Jules Verne.

  Emerson's Essays. (Complete.) By Ralph Waldo Emerson.

  Emperor, The. By George Ebers.

  Essays of Elia. By Charles Lamb.

  Esther. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Executor, The. By Mrs. Alexander.

  Fair Maid of Perth. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Fairy Land of Science. By Arabella B. Buckley.

  Far from the Madding Crowd. By Thomas Hardy.

  Faust. (Goethe.) Translated by Anna Swanwick.

  Felix Holt. By George Eliot.

  Fifteen Decisive Battles of the World. By E. S. Creasy.

  File No. 113. By Émile Gaboriau.

  Firm of Girdlestone. By A. Conan Doyle.

  First Principles. By Herbert Spencer.

  First Violin. By Jessie Fothergill.

  For Faith and Freedom. By Walter Besant.

  Fortunes of Nigel. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Fragments of Science. By John Tyndall.

  Frederick the Great and His Court. By Louisa Muhlbach.

  French Revolution. By Thos. Carlyle.

  From the Earth to the Moon. By Jules Verne.

  Goethe and Schiller. By Louisa Muhlbach.

  Gold Bug, The, and Other Tales. By Edgar A. Poe.

  Gold Elsie. By E. Marlitt.

  Good Luck. By E. Werner.

  Grandfather's Chair. By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  Great Expectations. By Chas. Dickens.

  Great Taboo, The. By Grant Allen.

  Great Treason, A. By Mary Hoppus.

  Greek Heroes. Fairy Tales for My Children. By Charles Kingsley.

  Green Mountain Boys, The. By D. P. Thompson.

  Grimm's Household Tales. By the Brothers Grimm.

  Grimm's Popular Tales. By the Brothers Grimm.

  Gulliver's Travels. By Dean Swift.

  Guy Mannering. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Handy Andy. By Samuel Lover.

  Hardy Norseman, A. By Edna Lyall.

  Harold. By Bulwer-Lytton.

  Harry Lorrequer. By Charles Lever.

  Heart of Midlothian. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Heir of Redclyffe. By Charlotte M. Yonge.

  Henry Esmond. By Wm. M. Thackeray.

  Her Dearest Foe. By Mrs. Alexander.

  Heriot's Choice. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Heroes and Hero Worship. By Thomas Carlyle.

  History of a Crime. By Victor Hugo.

  History of Civilization in Europe. By Guizot.

  Holy Roman Empire. By James Bryce.

  Homo Sum. By George Ebers.

  House of the Seven Gables. By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  Hunchback of Notre Dame. By Victor Hugo.

  Hypatia. By Charles Kingsley.

  Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow. By Jerome K. Jerome.

  Iliad, The. Pope's Translation.

  Initials, The. By the Baroness Tautphoeus.

  In the Counselor's House. By E. Marlitt.

  In the Golden Days. By Edna Lyall.

  In the Schillingscourt. By E. Marlitt.

  It Is Never Too Late to Mend. By Charles Reade.

  Ivanhoe. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Jack's Courtship. By W. Clark Russell.

  Jack Hinton. By Charles Lever.

  Jane Eyre. By Charlotte Bronte.

  John Halifax, Gentleman. By Miss Mulock.

  Joshua. By George Ebers.

  Kenilworth. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Kidnapped. By R. L. Stevenson.

  Kit and Kitty. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Kith and Kin. By Jessie Fothergill.

  Knickerbocker's History of New York. By Washington Irving.

  Knight Errant. By Edna Lyall.

  Koran, The. Translated by George Sale.

  Lamplighter, The. By Maria S. Cummins.

  Lady with the Rubies. By E. Marlitt.

  Last Days of Pompeii. By Bulwer-Lytton.

  Last of the Barons. By Bulwer-Lytton.

  Last of the Mohicans. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Lena Rivers. By Mary J. Holmes.

  Life of Christ. By Frederic W. Farrar.

  Light of Asia, The. By Sir Edwin Arnold.

  Light That Failed, The. By Rudyard Kipling.

  Little Dorrit. By Charles Dickens.

  Longfellow's Poems. (Early.)

  Lorna Doone. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Louise de la Vallière. By Alexandre Dumas.

  Love Me Little, Love Me Long, By Charles Reade.

  Lover or Friend? By Rosa N. Carey.

  Lucile. By Owen Meredith.

  Maid of Sker. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Makers of Florence. By Mrs. Oliphant.

  Makers of Venice. By Mrs. Oliphant.

  Man and Wife. By Wilkie Collins.

  Man in the Iron Mask. By Alexandre Dumas.

  Marquis of Lossie. By George Macdonald.

  Martin Chuzzlewit. By Charles Dickens.

  Mary Anerley. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Mary St. John. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Master of Ballantrae, The. By R. L. Stevenson.

  Masterman Ready. By Captain Marryat.

  Meditations of Marcus Aurelius. Translated by George Long.

  Merle's Crusade. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Micah Clarke. By A. Conan Doyle.

  Michael Strogoff. By Jules Verne.

  Middlemarch. By George Eliot.

  Midshipman Easy. By Captain Marryat.

  Mill on the Floss. By George Eliot.

  Milton's Poems. By John Milton.

  Mine Own People. By Rudyard Kipling.

  Molly Bawn. By "The Duchess."

  Monastery, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Moonstone, The. By Wilkie Collins.

  Mosses from an Old Manse. By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  Mysterious Island, The. By Jules Verne.

  Natural Law in the Spiritual World. By Henry Drummond.

  Nellie's Memories. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Newcomes, The. By William M. Thackeray.

  Nicholas Nickleby. By Charles Dickens.

  Ninety-Three. By Victor Hugo.

  No Name. By Wilkie Collins.

  Not Like Other Girls. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Odyssey, The. Pope's Translation.

  Old Curiosity Shop. By Charles Dickens.

  Old Mam'selle's Secret. By E. Marlitt.

  Old Mortality. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Old Myddleton's Money. By Mary Cecil Hay.

  Oliver Twist. By Charles Dickens.

  Only a Word. By George Ebers.

  Only the Governess. By Rosa N. Carey.

  On the Heights. By Berthold Auerbach.

  Origin of Species. By Charles Darwin.

  Other Worlds Than Ours. By Richard Proctor.

  Our Bessie. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Our Mutual Friend. By Charles Dickens.

  Pair of Blue Eyes, A. By Thos. Hardy.

  Past and Present. By Thomas Carlyle.

  Pathfinder, The. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Pendennis. By William M. Thackeray.

  Pere Goriot. By Honoré de Balzac.

  Peveril of the Peak. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Phantom Rickshaw, The. By Rudyard Kipling.

  Phra, the Phoenician. By Edwin L. Arnold.

  Picciola. By X. B. Saintine.

  Pickwick Papers. By Charles Dickens.

  Pilgrim's Progress. By John Bunyan.

  Pilot, The. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Pioneers, The. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Pirate, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Plain Tales from the Hills. By Rudyard Kipling.

  Prairie, The. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Pride and Prejudice. By Jane Austen.

  Prime Minister, The. By Anthony Trollope.

  Prince of the House of David. By Rev. J. H. Ingraham.

  Princess of the Moor. By E. Marlitt.

  Princess of Thule, A. By William Black.

  Professor, The. By Charlotte Bronté.

  Prue and I. By George William Curtis.

  Queen Hortense. By Louisa Muhlbach.

  Queenie's Whim. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Quentin Durward. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Redgauntlet. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Red Rover. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Reign of Law. By Duke of Argyle.

  Reveries of a Bachelor. By Ik Marvel.

  Rhoda Fleming. By George Meredith.

  Rienzi. By Bulwer-Lytton.

  Robert Ord's Atonement. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Robinson Crusoe. By Daniel Defoe.

  Rob Roy. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Romance of Two Worlds. By Marie Corelli.

  Romola. By George Eliot.

  Rory O'More. By Samuel Lover.

  Saint Michael. By E. Werner.

  Schonberg-Cotta Family. By Mrs. Andrew Charles.

  Sartor Resartus. By Thomas Carlyle.

  Scarlet Letter, The. By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  Schopenhauer's Essays. Translated by T. B. Saunders.

  Scottish Chiefs. By Jane Porter.

  Scott's Poems. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Search for Basil Lyndhurst. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Second Wife, The. By E. Marlitt.

  Seekers After God. By F. W. Farrar.

  Self-Help. By Samuel Smiles.

  Sense and Sensibility. By Jane Austen.

  Sesame and Lilies. By John Ruskin.

  Seven Lamps of Architecture. By John Ruskin.

  Shadow of a Crime. By Hal Caine.

  Shadow of the Sword. By Robert Buchanan.

  Shirley. By Charlotte Bronté.

  Silas Marner. By George Eliot.

  Silence of Dean Maitland. By Maxwell Grey.

  Sin of Joost Avelingh. By Maarten Maartens.

  Sir Gibble. By George Macdonald.

  Sketch Book, The. By Washington Irving.

  Social Departure, A. By Sarah Jeannette Duncan.

  Soldiers, Three, etc. By Rudyard Kipling.

  Son of Hagar, A. By Hall Caine.

  Springhaven. By R. D. Blackmore.

  Spy, The. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Story of an African Farm. By Olive Schreiner.

  Story of John G. Paton. Told for Young Folks. By Rev. James
    Paton.

  Strathmore. By "Ouida."

  St. Ronan's Well. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Study in Scarlet, A. By A. Conan Doyle.

  Surgeon's Daughter, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Swiss Family Robinson. By Jean Rudolph Wyss.

  Tale of Two Cities. By Charles Dickens.

  Tales from Shakespeare. By Charles and Mary Lamb.

  Talisman, The. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Tanglewood Tales. By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  Tempest and Sunshine. By Mary J. Holmes.

  Tempest Tossed. By Theodore Tilton.

  Ten Nights in a Barroom. By T. S. Arthur.

  Tennyson's Poems. By Alfred Tennyson.

  Ten Years Later. By Alexandre Dumas.

  Terrible Temptation, A. By Charles Reade.

  Thaddeus of Warsaw. By Jane Porter.

  Thelma. By Marie Corelli.

  Thirty Years' War. By Frederick Schiller.

  Thousand Miles Up the Nile. By Amelia B. Edwards.

  Three Guardsmen. By Alexandre Dumas.

  Three Men in a Boat. By Jerome K. Jerome.

  Thrift. By Samuel Smiles.

  Toilers of the Sea. By Victor Hugo.

  Tom Brown at Oxford. By Thomas Hughes.

  Tom Brown's School Days. By Thomas Hughes.

  Tom Burke of "Ours." By Charles Lever.

  Tom Cringle's Log. By Michael Scott.

  Tour of the World in Eighty Days, A. By Jules Verne.

  Treasure Island. By Robert Louis Stevenson.

  Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. By Jules Verne.

  Twenty Years After. By Alexandre Dumas.

  Twice Told Tales. By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  Two Admirals. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Two Years Before the Mast. By R. H. Dana, Jr.

  Uarda. By George Ebers.

  Uncle Max. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Uncle Tom's Cabin. By Harriet Beecher Stowe.

  Undine and Other Tales. By De La Motte Fouqué.

  Unity of Nature. By Duke of Argyle.

  Vanity Fair. By Wm. M. Thackeray.

  Vendetta. By Marie Corelli.

  Vicar of Wakefield. By Oliver Goldsmith.

  Vicomte de Bragelonne. By Alexander Dumas.

  Villette. By Charlotte Bronté.

  Virginians, The. By Wm. M. Thackeray.

  Water Babies, The. By Charles Kingsley.

  Water Witch, The. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Waverley. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Wee Wifie. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Westward Ho! By Charles Kingsley.

  We Two. By Edna Lyall.

  What's Mine's Mine. By George MacDonald.

  When a Man's Single. By J. M. Barrie.

  White Company, The. By A. Conan Doyle.

  Whittier's Poems. (Early).

  Wide, Wide World. By Susan Warner.

  Widow Lerouge, The. By Émile Gaboriau.

  Window in Thrums. By J. M. Barrie.

  Wing and Wing. By James Fenimore Cooper.

  Woman in White, The. By Wilkie Collins.

  Won by Waiting. By Edna Lyall.

  Wonder Book, A. For Boys and Girls. By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  Woodstock. By Sir Walter Scott.

  Wooed and Married. By Rosa N. Carey.

  Wooing O't. By Mrs. Alexander.

  World Went Very Well Then, The. By Walter Besant.

  Wormwood. By Marie Corelli.

  Wreck of the Grosvenor, The. By W. Clark Russell.

  Zenobia. By William Ware.




The Fairy Library

A series of books composed wholly of Fairy Stories, compiled and edited
by various authors, comprising the fairy stories and folk tales of
various people. Each volume profusely illustrated and handsomely bound
in cloth ornamented in gold and colors.

PRICE $1.00 PER VOLUME.


=The Red Fairy Book=, edited by Andrew Lang, with numerous
illustrations by H. J. Ford and Lancelot Speed, cloth, price $1.00.

=The Blue Fairy Book=, edited by Andrew Lang, with numerous
illustrations by H. J. Ford and G. P. Hood, cloth, price $1.00.

=The Green Fairy Book=, edited by Andrew Lang, with numerous
illustrations by H. J. Ford, cloth, price $1.00.

=The Yellow Fairy Book=, edited by Andrew Lang, with numerous
illustrations by H. J. Ford, cloth, price $1.00.

=Celtic Fairy Tales=, edited by Joseph Jacobs, profusely illustrated
by John D. Batten, cloth, price $1.00.

=English Fairy Tales=, edited by Joseph Jacobs, profusely illustrated
by John D. Batten, cloth, price $1.00.

=Indian Fairy Tales=, edited by Joseph Jacobs, profusely illustrated
by John D. Batten, cloth, price $1.00.

=Andersen's Fairy Tales=, by Hans Christian Andersen, with many
illustrations by Cooper Edwards and others, cloth, price $1.00.

=Grimm's Household Fairy Tales=, by the Brothers Grimm, with many
illustrations by Walter Crane and others, cloth, price $1.00.

=Grimm's Popular Fairy Tales=, by the Brothers Grimm, with many
illustrations by Walter Crane and others, cloth, price $1.00.


_For sale by all booksellers, or sent postpaid on receipt of price by
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THE LITTLE WOMEN SERIES.

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PRICE 75 CENTS PER COPY.

A series of most delightful stories for young girls. Selected from
the best known writers for children. These stories are narrated in a
simple and lively fashion and cannot but prove irresistible with the
little ones, while throughout the volumes there is a comprehension of
and sympathy with child thought and feeling that is almost as rare out
of books as in. These stories are sunny, interesting and thoroughly
winsome and wholesome.


=Adventures of a Brownie=, As Told to My Child. By Miss Mulock.
Illustrated. Price 75 cents.

=Adventures in Toyland.= What the Marionette Told Molly. By Edith King
Hall. Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.= By Lewis Carroll. With 42
Illustrations by John Tenniel. Cloth, price 75 cents.

=Birdie.= A Tale of Child Life. By H. L. Childe-Pemberton. Illustrated,
cloth, price 75 cents.

=Count Up the Sunny Days.= A Story for Girls. By C. A Jones.
Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Cuckoo Clock, The.= By Mrs. Molesworth. With 7 Illustrations by Walter
Crane. Cloth, price 75 cents.

=Down the Snow Stairs=; or, From Good Night to Good Morning. By Alice
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=Joan's Adventures.= At the North Pole and Elsewhere. By Alice Corkran.
Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Little Lame Prince=, and His Traveling Cloak. By Miss Mulock.
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=Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe.= By Charlotte M. Yonge. Illustrated,
cloth, price 75 cents.

=Little Miss Joy.= By Emma Marshall. Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Little Miss Peggy.= Only a Nursery Story. By Mrs. Molesworth. With 13
Illustrations by Walter Crane. Cloth, price 75 cents.

=Little Princess of Tower Hill.= By L. T. Meade. Illustrated, cloth,
price 75 cents.

=Little Rosebud=; or, Things Will Take a Turn. By Beatrice Harraden.
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=Little Sunshine's Holiday.= A Picture from Life. By Miss Mulock.
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=Mixed Pickles.= A Story for Girls. By Mrs. E. M. Field. Illustrated,
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=One of a Covey.= By the author of "Honor Bright." With 19
Illustrations by H. J. A. Miles. Cloth, price 75 cents.

=Rosy.= By Mrs. Molesworth. With 8 Illustrations by Walter Crane.
Cloth, price 75 cents.

=Sue and I.= By Mrs. Robert O'Reilly. Illustrated, cloth, price 75
cents.

=Sweet Content.= By Mrs. Molesworth. With 20 Illustrations by W.
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=Tapestry Room, The.= By Mrs. Molesworth. Illustrated, cloth, price 75
cents.

=Through the Looking-Glass=, and What Alice Found There. By Lewis
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In this series of historical stories each one is complete in itself,
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tales stirring is subordinated to the facts. They have been written
with the distinct purpose of portraying the struggle for liberty
in romantic form, and while being in the highest degree interesting
stories for the young, are at the same time especially instructive,
inasmuch as the greatest possible amount of information is given.


=The Capture of the Laughing Mary.= A Story of Two New York Boys in
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=With Lafayette at Yorktown.= A Story of How Two Boys Joined the
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George E. Graves. Extra 12mo, illuminated cloth, olivine edges, price
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=With Warren at Bunker Hill.= A Story of the Siege of Boston. How
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and edited by James Otis. With 8 full page illustrations by J. Watson
Davis. Extra 12mo, illuminated cloth, olivine edges, price $1.50.

=With Washington at Monmouth.= A Story of Three Philadelphia Boys. By
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This series of boys' books have been selected from the writings
of a large number of popular authors of juvenile stories, and are
particularly adapted to interest and supply attractive reading for
young boys. The books are profusely illustrated, and any one seeking to
find a book to give a young boy cannot make a mistake by selecting from
the following list of titles.


=Black Beauty.= The Autobiography of a Horse. By Anna Sewell.
Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Carrots=: Just a Little Boy. By Mrs. Molesworth. Illustrated, cloth,
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=Chunk, Fuskey and Snout.= A Story of Wild Pigs for Little People. By
Gerald Young. Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Daddy's Boy.= By L. T. Meade. Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Flat Iron for a Farthing, A.= The Story of an Only Son. By Juliana
Horatia Ewing. Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Flock of Four, A.= A Story for Boys and Girls. By Ismay Thorn.
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=Geoff and Jim.= A Story of School Life. By Ismay Thorn. Illustrated,
cloth, price 75 cents.

=Jack=: A Topsy Turvy Story. By C. M. Crawley-Boevey. Illustrated,
cloth, price 75 cents.

=Jackanapes.= By Juliana Horatia Ewing. Illustrated, cloth, price 75
cents.

=Larry's Luck.= By the author of "Miss Toosey's Mission," "Tom's
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=Little Ivan's Hero.= A Story of Child Life. By Helen Milman.
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=Mopsa the Fairy.= A Fairy Story for Boys. By Jean Ingelow.
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=My Dog Plato=: His Adventures and Impressions. By M. H. Cornwall Legh.
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=Peter the Pilgrim.= The Story of a Boy and His Pet Rabbit. By L. T.
Meade. Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Prince Prigio, Adventures of.= By Andrew Lang. Illustrated, cloth,
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=Robin's Ride.= A Story for Children. By Ellinor D. Adams. Illustrated,
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=Squib and His Friends.= A Story for Children. By Ellen Everett Green.
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=Tom's Opinion.= The Story of a Boys' School. By the author of "Miss
Toosey's Mission." Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=We and the World.= A Story for Boys. By Juliana Horatia Ewing.
Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.

=Wonder Book, A=: For Boys and Girls. Comprising Stories of Classical
Fables. By Nathaniel Hawthorne. Illustrated, cloth, price 75 cents.




THE YALE SERIES OF POETS.

A Selection of Twenty-five Authors from the Most Celebrated Poets of
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Each Author's Poems Complete in One Volume.

_UNIFORM CLOTH BINDING. PRICE $1.00 PER COPY._

  BROWNING, R.

  BRYANT.

  BURNS.

  BYRON.

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  HOOD.

  ILIAD.

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Fireside Series for Girls.

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A carefully selected series of books for girls, written by authors
of acknowledged reputation. The stories are deeply interesting in
themselves, and have a moral charm that emanates from the principal
characters; they teach without preaching, are of lively interest
throughout, and will win the hearts of all girl readers.


=Esther.= By Rosa Nouchette Carey. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=A World of Girls: The Story of a School.= By L. T. Meade. Illustrated.
Price $1.00.

=The Heir of Redclyffe.= By Charlotte M. Yonge. Illus. Price $1.00.

=The Story of a Short Life.= By Juliana Horatia Ewing. Illustrated.
Price $1.00.

=A Sweet Girl Graduate.= By L. T. Meade. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Our Bessie.= By Rosa Nouchette Carey. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Six to Sixteen: A Story for Girls.= By Juliana Horatia Ewing.
Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=The Dove in the Eagle's Nest.= By Charlotte M. Yonge. Illustrated.
Price $1.00.

=Gianetta; A Girl's Story of Herself.= By Rosa Mulholland. Illustrated.
Price $1.00.

=Jan of the Windmill: A Story of the Plains.= By Juliana Horatia Ewing.
Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Averil.= By Rosa Nouchette Carey. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking-Glass.= Two volumes
in one. By Lewis Carroll. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Merle's Crusade.= By Rosa Nouchette Carey. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Girl Neighbors; or, The Old Fashion and the New.= By Sarah Tytler.
Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Polly: A New Fashioned Girl.= By L. T. Meade. Illus. Price $1.00.

=Aunt Diana.= By Rosa N. Carey. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=The Water Babies; A Fairy Tale for a Land-Baby.= By Charles Kingsley.
Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=At the Back of the North Wind.= By George Macdonald. Illustrated.
Price $1.00.

=The Chaplet of Pearls; or, The White and Black Ribaumont.= By
Charlotte M. Yonge. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=The Days of Bruce: A Story of Scottish History.= By Grace Aguilar.
Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=The Palace Beautiful: A Story for Girls.= By L. T. Meade. Illustrated.
Price $1.00.

=Margery Merton's Girlhood.= By Alice Corkran. Illus. Price $1.00.

=Three Bright Girls: A Story of Chance and Mischance.= By Annie E.
Armstrong. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Pythia's Pupils: The Story of a School.= By Eva Hartner. Illustrated.
Price $1.00.

=The Lady of the Forest: A Story for Girls.= By L. T. Meade.
Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Only a Girl: A Tale of Brittany.= By C. A. Jones. Illus. Price $1.00.

=Honor Bright; or, The Four-Leaved Shamrock.= By the author of Miss
Toosey's Mission. Illustrated. Price $1.00.

=Under False Colors: A Story from Two Girls' Lives.= By Sarah Doudney.
Illustrated. Price $1.00.




THE MOTHER GOOSE SERIES.

Handsome Cloth Binding, Illuminated Covers.

A Series of Profusely Illustrated Books for Young Children.

PRICE, 50 CENTS PER COPY.


=Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp=, and Other Stories. Profusely
Illustrated. Price 50 cents.

=Beauty and the Beast=, and Other Stories. Profusely Illustrated.
Price 50 cents.

=Cinderella; or, The Little Glass Slipper=, and Other Stories.
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=Jack and the Beanstalk=, and Other Stories. Profusely Illustrated.
Price 50 cents.

=Jack the Giant Killer=, and Other Stories. Profusely Illustrated.
Price 50 cents.

=Little Red Riding Hood=, and Other Stories. Profusely Illustrated.
Price 50 cents.

=Mother Goose's Rhymes.= Profusely Illustrated. Price 50 cents.

=Mother Hubbard's Melodies.= Profusely Illustrated. Price 50 cents.

=Puss in Boots=, and Other Stories. Profusely Illustrated. Price 50
cents.

=The Sleeping Beauty=, and Other Stories. Profusely Illustrated.
Price 50 cents.




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Books for Boys by G. A. Henty.

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"Mr. Henty is the King of Story Tellers for boys. All boys will read
his stories with eager and unflagging interest. The episodes are all
graphic, exciting, realistic; in all Mr. Henty's books the tendency is
to the formation of an honorable, manly, and even heroic character."


=Bonnie Prince Charlie=: A Tale of Fontenoy and Culloden. By G. A.
Henty. Price 75 cents.

=In Times of Peril=: A Tale of India. By G. A. Henty. Price 75 cents.

=With Clive in India=; or, The Beginnings of an Empire. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.

=The Dragon and the Raven=; or, The Days of King Alfred. By G. A.
Henty. Price 75 cents.

=The Young Carthaginian=: A Story of the Times of Hannibal. By G. A.
Henty. Price 75 cents.

=The Cornet of Horse=: A Tale of Marlborough's Wars. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.

=With Lee in Virginia=: A Story of the American Civil War. By G. A.
Henty. Price 75 cents.

=By England's Aid=; or, The Freeing of the Netherlands (1585-1604). By
G. A. Henty. Price 75 cents.

=The Boy Knight=: A Tale of the Crusades. By G. A. Henty. Price 75
cents.

=By Pike and Dyke=: A Tale of the Rise of the Dutch Republic. By G. A.
Henty. Price 75 cents.

=Captain Bayley's Heir=: A Tale of the Gold Fields of California. By G.
A. Henty. Price 75 cents.

=Under Drake's Flag=: A Tale of the Spanish Main. By G. A. Henty. Price
75 cents.

=In Freedom's Cause=: A Story of Wallace and Bruce. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.

=In the Reign of Terror=: The Adventures of a Westminster Boy. By G. A.
Henty. Price 75 cents.

=True to the Old Flag=: A Tale of the American War of Independence. By
G. A. Henty. Price 75 cents.

=With Wolfe in Canada=; or, The Winning of a Continent. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.

=The Young Buglers=: A Tale of the Peninsular War. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.

=By Right of Conquest=; or, With Cortez in Mexico. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.

=St. George for England=: A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers. By G. A.
Henty. Price 75 cents.

=The Bravest of the Brave=: With Peterborough in Spain. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.

=For Name and Fame=; or, Through Afghan Passes. By G. A. Henty. Price
75 cents.

=The Young Colonists=: A Story of Life and War in South Africa. By G.
A. Henty. Price 75 cents.

=The Lion of St. Mark=: A Story of Venice in the Fourteenth Century. By
G. A. Henty. Price 75 cents.

=Through the Fray=: A Story of the Luddite Riots. By G. A. Henty. Price
75 cents.

=Orange and Green=: A Tale of the Boyne and Limerick. By G. A. Henty.
Price 75 cents.