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."