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three men were at work, he killed them all; one was always alleged, upon the promise of good treatment. Oliver Towles. A young girl, Elizabeth Caldwell, caine Cunningham selected Colonel Hayes and Major Daniel to the shop soon after this bloody party had left it, Williams (a son of the Colonel Williams who fell at having been alarmed by the shooting. Entering, she King's Mountain) as his peculiar victims. saw her three neighbors murdered ; one of them having He ordered a rope to be made fast to the pole of a been stretched, in mockery, upon the work-bench! fodder stack, and was about to hang them, when his
Meanwhile, the destroyer and his party were conti- movements were arrested by Joseph Williams, a lad of nuing their work of devastation. As Cunningham's sixteen or seventeen, who had known Cunningham company passed the house of his old commander, John from infancy." Caldwell, two of his men, Hall Foster and Bill Elmore, Captain Cunningham!” he cried, in accents of were his vedettes in advance. They saw the major piercing anguish, “how shall I go home and tell walking in his garden, and, taking deliberate aim, fired, my mother that you have hanged brother Daniel !" and shot him down. They then charged into the gar- The bloody captain instantly swore that the lad den, and galloped their horses up and down in fiend- should have no such melancholy duty to perform. He like glee.
seized him, put the rope around his neck, and dragging When Cunningham, their captain, came up, he him to the pole, hung him with his brother and Hayes. affected to deplore the atrocious deed; protesting, with The pole broke, and the half-strangled victims fell to tears, he would as soon have shot his own father as the ground. Cunningham literally hewed them to Major Caldwell. Yet the very next instant, by his pieces with his sword. orders, the murdered officer's house was wrapped in While wiping his reeking blade, he observed that one flames !
of his comrades, who was also engaged in cutting a The widow was left sitting beside the body of her prisoner to pieces, had broken his sword; and stepping husband, without other shelter than the open sky. Her up, the captain gaily handed him his own, saying brave brother-in-law, James Caldwell, whose scarred jocosely : face bore witness to his gallantry in that most gallant 66 That will not break !" of all affairs, the Battle of the Cowpens, found her The only survivors of Hayes' party were three men : in this situation. Roused to such indignation, that he William Dunlap, John Cuinmins, and James Finley, forgot the dictates of prudence, he hastily pursued the who said afterwards that their lives were saved by one murderers, and the next day his sword drank the blood of the band at peril of his own. Dunlap, then a mere of two among the stragglers of “ The Bloody Scout.” lad, was set free next morning, and departed covered
At Colonel Edgehill's, in Laurens District, east of with the blood and brains of his butchered comrades. Little River and Simmons' Creek, was a military sta- Cummins, commonly called “King Cummins," was the tion in the charge of Colonel Hayes, an inexperienced Leatherstocking of the lower part of Laurens District, man, and very bold and incautious. His fort was a and lived to a great age to tight over his battles, substantial dwelling-house, built of logs. News was Passing from Hayes' station to the west side of Little presently brought him that something terrible was River, Cunningham and his company
crossed at going on! William Caldwell warned him to put bim- O'Neall's mill, which he set on fire as they passed. The self in a position of defence. Pointing to the smoke at owner, Hugh O'Neall, was then on the top of Edgea distance, he said:." That is my brother's house—and hill's Mountain, whence he had seen the horrid spectaI know Cunningham is in the neighborhood !"
cle of the massacre of his neighbors at Hayes' station. Hayes, at the time, was at work in a blacksmith From the same lofty stand he now saw his own pro-, shop, making a cleat to hold a lady's netting, and perty swept to destruction by the fierce desperado, who laughed at Caldwell's suggestion.
never knew how to pity. Cunningham has too much sense to come here!" The next day, he and some of his acquaintances comwas his reply.
mitted to the earth the mangled bodies of the slain at “At any rate,” cried the other, “I will not stay here the station. Two large deep pits were dug, in which to be butchered!” and mounting, he fled at full speed. the murdered were laid. There slumber their ashes
As he went out at one end of the old field, he saw still; undistinguished and almost unknown. Cunningham's party come in at the other.
On the night succeeding this horrible massacre, CanThe surprise was complete and overwhelming. ningham and his party encamped at the Beaver dam, at Almost without resistance, Hayes and his men were a place now known as Odell's Mills. From this point driven into the house. Cunningham's pursuit was so he commenced his retreat. close, that one of his men struck a full blow with his His bloody foray had aroused the entire Whig popusword at Colonel Hayes as he entered the door.
lation, and Colonel Samuel Hammond was in hot purA few guns were fired. One of the
was suit. Cunningham's company remained together till killed in the assault, and one of Hayes' men was killed they crossed the Little Saluda, when they were suddenly in the house by a ball shot between the logs. A pole confronted by General Butler, leading the van of the tipped with flax, saturated with tar, was then set pursuit. The general was almost alone, and could not on fire, and thrown upon the roof of the house. The have ventured to throw himself into the midst of desbuilding was speedily wrapped in flames.
perate enemies, without force to sustain the assault. The party within immediately surrendered, it was Before his companions, exhausted with hard riding,
could arrive to his assistance, the Tory band had In the final fate of Cunningham, the usual destiny of resumed their rapid flight. Aware that their lives the bloody and violent man was not fulfilled. His life depended on their speed, they broke into detached par- was sought diligently and fearlessly by the surviving ties, and plunged into the pine-barrens and swamps of kinsmen of his murdered victims; but he lived to a the Elisto country; reaching Charleston by different good old age, and died quietly at his own home in the
West Indies. But there is a more terrible retribution, On this or another occasion, Butler and his party both here and hereafter, for the merciless and vindictive were in close pursuit of Cunningham and two of his wretch who tramples on the claims of humanity and associates, and though Butler kept pace with his foes, the laws of God. his companions could not. In the midst of the race,
LEE'S EXPLOIT. Cunningham's horse sank in the mire; and while he was struggling out of it, his comrades turned like lions
As a contrast to this revolting picture of the social at bay, and again prevented the pursuer from wreaking condition of the country, and the recklessness of men the vengeance due for a father's and a brother's blood. who ravaged it, the reader's attention may be called to
At another time, Butler pursued Cunningham for an instance of the noble daring of one of the mounted miles, single-handed ; their horses straining every nerve, Independent loyalists. Major William Lee, of Union and running nose and tail” in the jockey style. But- District, was one of the few Tories whose hands were ler often came close enough to strike and disable, if he not soiled with plunder, and whose sword was not chose, the noble steed on which the Tory captain rode; stained with the blood of a captive. His wife and chilbut his generous nature forbade him to harm the ani- dren were ordered to Charleston, and had commenced mal; the rider, and not the steed, was the object of his their melancholy march, under the escort of a large vengeance. Ouvningham several times threw his pis- party. The husband and father was in the neighbortol over his shoulder, and snapped it at the pursuer hood. He repeatedly charged single-handed upon the while flying from him. The pursuit was so hotly press- party, cutting down or shooting one or more, and called, that the Tory, to lighten his horse, threw off first ing out to them: “I will continue to do this, till
you his holsters and pistols, then his saddle-bags. These suffer my wife and children to return home !" pistols, with a green pocket-book taken from the saddle- At length the party halted at Evans', on the Teabags, are still in the possession of General Butler's table-rock road, near the present site of Newberry vilfamily. After Cunningham went to the West Indies, lage. The determined soldier charged into the very he wrote to the general for some papers contained in midst of thein, with desperate boldness, and pursued the pocket-book, which were sent to him. The letter their commanding officer into the house, striking the is still preserved in the Butler family.
door-post, with a full sweep of his sword, just above his This memorable chase was terminated by the sudden head. sinking of the feet of Butler's horse in a hole in the The fury of this charge, and the officer's narrow woods. Before he could resume the chase, the enemy escape, so intimidated the escort, that consent was la ddisappeared.
given to the return of Lee's wife and children, and they The noble war-horse that bore this notorious des were accordingly allowed to retrace their steps. This perado through so many bloody adventures, never fail- gallant soldier survived the War, and removed to the ing him at his utmost need, died in Charleston, and was southwest. He lived some years in Mississippi, respected buried by his master with almost the honors of war. and honored by all who knew him.
“A CLAIM AGAINST GOVERNMENT."
" It is years now-years-years-since first I sat I have no hope now. I have passed Hope, and she lies here, in that old time, when the blood flowed buoyantly weeping far behind me. through my veins, and Hope stood at my elbow.
“I have a claim-a claim against Government “How many generations of gold-fish, I wonder, have Only for a few thousands, which Uncle Sam would floated in the dark pool yonder, with its odd shaft, since never miss, while it would make me for life. A just I first sat here? How many senators been beaten? How claim, too. Just!--Good Heavens !—I forget myself many duels fought? How many hearts broken? And sometimes—I intended to tell my story. If I offend by ah! how many ossified as mine has?
my interruptions of myself, I beg pardon. I am an old “I like to examine the new-comers now. I love to man-an old man! gloat over the weary waste of life before them. I have “I have a claim, I say. My lawyer found it for me. traversed it and I know. I know what it is to sit here Hunted it up one morning before breakfast, as one beneath the trees upon this smooth-shorn lawn, with its might say. Ah, a keen man! A keen man! Bright level walks, and flowery pastures; waiting day by day, was his name-Adam Bright. •Foxy' Bright they till our great Congress shall deign to pass my little used to call him, for short. That was a good joke once. bill.' Pass it!--they must pass it! Justice-I forgot, I've told it to ambassadors, sir. The Spanish Minister laughed to die at it, and then remarked--ha!-ha!-- expectant-joyful. My wife was with me; happy and that owing to my rapid utterance, and his imperfect confident, when I saw this miserable scoundrel pass & English, he had not comprehended a word of it! slip of paper to his neighbor; it went from hand to
“Why does that man come this way! He promised hand; there was a little whispering and confusion-my me assistance and drank my wine. He could smile and bill was lost! Lost ! smile, and be a villain still!' Ah!-he goes on up the “I remember little of the weary days, and the burnthe steps. The curses of a ruined, broken-hearted old ing fever, when Nelly's cool and patient hands caressed man go with you! I have sat here on these hard seats, my hot brow, or held pleasant draughts to my parched through the hot and dusty summers, till the iron they are lips. The fever passed away, and I recovered to find made of has entered my soul, and I could curse mankind. my office gone; my jewelry pawned to supply our
" What do I live for? I'll tell you. I live to see wants, and my sweet Nelly's pale lips trying vainly to Time pass by, wearily, wearily, bringing to other men smile comfort. We went into humble lodgings, and joy, happiness, wealth, family; while I sit here im- Nelly-my poor Nelly-took in needle-work to support movable, rusting with the iron, while the years slip us, while I nursed my claim. past. I live to see my life wasted and aimless ; my “During the sessions there was excitement, and little fortune spent; my friends estranged; my enemies I enjoyed the bideons alternations of despair and hope. triumphant; my reason fled; in fact, I live upon my I have never wagered money on a card. I have never hopes, and the justice of this claim of mine—this claim bet on the black, nor backed the red: I know nothing against Government.
of the agony which I have seen on strong men's faces, “I was young once. I see you smile at the boldness as they watched the revolutions of the roulette, with its of that assertion, but 'tis true. I was young and swiftly whirling ball; but I was a gambler on a larger strong. That hand, sir, was a mallet, a mallet; and scale than this, and my cards were the members of our these placid muscles were like steel. Strong and great- Congress. Alas, I never held the deal ! hearted, and the best girl in the county loved me, sir. “In the dreary blanks between the sessions of ConAh, I'm an old, old man, now? Poor Nelly! Poor gress, I came and sat here, upon these iron seats, and Nelly! Why did you not leave me, when I took up my head grew white and my limbs feeble, waiting here, this claim? Would that I had died in your arms, when and watching the stream of other lives glide by. Still I took leave of you, to come to Washington. Ah! but my sweet Nelly labored at her needle, and smiled upon I am proud that she lives, and has never forgotten me. me in our quiet evenings. I could have been happy Oh! Nelly dear.
then, with her soft hand in mine; her head upon my "I came to Washington. I had family if little shoulder, but my claim was still ungranted. money; and found a speedy way into the best society.' "At length I assaulted a member, who had moved to I saw radiant belles and beauties of the republican lay my bill upon the table when it was about to have court. At the President's levees they thronged the East been passed to the third reading, and I was arrested. I Room, and amidst law-givers and nabobs, they bore remember little of the trial, save only the white face of . them loftily, but none, none were so fair as she. They my poor Nelly. Had the judge no pity for her, when drove away in carriages, she walked leaning on my arm, he passed his cruel sentence? Had he no thought at for we were married, sir. Yes; after a year or two of the bottom of his stony heart, of my wife's sorrow? No waiting, we were married. I had gotten a small clerkship chord of sympathy to be reached ? I went to jail, for I -a mere dine hundred dollar affair, but it supported us could not pay the fine imposed by law, and I lay there while I ‘nursed' my claiin. It must one day be deci- helpless, while Congress sat, and my bill might have ded for me. I know it must! I forget myself, my passed. Oh, to know that it might have passed, while Bible, and my God, sometimes. There is only one pas- | I lay there caged behind stone walls ! sage in the Scriptures, that I remember always. then “At that time I wrote long letters to the public jourI am gone froin these pleasant capitol grour.is, let them nals. Nelly took them, and I waited eagerly, day by dissect me, and they will find it ergaven upon my day, to see them in print, and spread abroad throughout heart. It is, 'put not your trust in princes.'
the land. But they never printed them, sir-never so "I got a government office, as I told you. When I much as noticed them; when a brief column in the had spent my money; when the greedy Congressmen Herald, or Tribune, or Intelligencer, would have ensured had sucked me dry; drank up my wine and eaten my my claim. dinners, the scoundrel who just passed us—curses “The people went on voting for their candidates, all upon him !--procured me it, and then—then, thinking unknowing that one of themselves lay incarcerated in me his tool-his servant-he dared to insult my wife; Washington, that Government might pass his claim my poor Nelly; my patient companion in adversity, silently by. I think that Government bribed those
“I kicked him from my doors. I kicked him out, journals, that my claim might not be liquidated. I and he wrote me: I will not challenge you, beggar think the President himself ordered those journals that you are, for you are beneath my notice, but you to beware—and yet we call this a free land! But, shall rue this day while you live-you shall never get I forget myself. I was telling you my story. your claim !' I laughed at his threats, fool that I was. “I came out at length, and went home with Nelly
“My claim came up at last, and would have passed — The poor room was brighter than my cell, and I was I was assured that it would pass. I sat in the gallery I content—was I not free again to nurse my claim ?
“ I called upon our new President, who had but just | prosecuting with unwearied patience, this claim or been inaugurated, and urged my claims to at least mine, till I fell into a sad state, sir. A sort of insanity & small clerkship, and I received a promise that some- that beset me, so that I fancied at length that my claim thing should be done for me. poor Nelly, too, called | had passed! I fancied sir, that I was worth sixty thou . upon the Secretary of State, who had formerly been inti- sand dollars—what a satire sir, in that phrase "worth,' mate in her father's family, and begged and implored valuing a man in dollars and cents. I fancied that my for me some place that would support us. Anything dear Nelly and I rode in a coach, and were happy; being would do, for we were childless, and our wants were free at length from this horrid incubus of expectation. few; and he promised — They all promise! If “All a fancy, all a fancy, sir! It is a fancy of mine, hell is paved with good intentions, purgatory surely too, that I am only forty-seven. I, who have wasted is with promises. Oh! the purgatory I have lived in fifty years at least, in this cursed city. I think that these many years, in which my life wasted, and my Nelly told me this very morning, as we rode here in a hopes died out.
coach, that I was forty-seven. Do you know, she must “I have in my possession notes diplomatically word-ply her needle rapidly, rapidly sir, to pay for a coach. ed, from statesmen, any one of whom could at any “I cannot count the years that I have been here. I moment have procured the passage of my bill; but, have forgotten the number of sessions that failed to alas! I possessed no influence beyond my poor personal pass my bill. My hair is very white, and my face endeavors, for the summer friends of my prosperity had wrinkled for forty-seven." left me, and my wealthy relatives deserted me after a few small loans, which I could not repay. They loaded The poor man ceased to speak, and his white head me with opithets. Called me idle ! Idle! Had I not bowed itself, as with the weight of a burden very hard worked these years, and years, laboring at my claim ? to bear, hiding from me the careworn face, and eager, And so just a claim! None disputed that. It amounts burning eyes, whose restless vivacity had attracted me to only sixty thousand dollars, and what is that to to his side, upon my first glance at him, as I sauntered a government like ours? My grandfather had sup- slowly up the broad avenue towards the capitol. plied the Continental Army with stores, horses, At first sight, I had imagined him to be a man of wagons, etc., under contract; and, through some seventy years at least; for the thin, white locks, fur. mismanagement, the debt had never been paid, even in rowed cheeks, and trembling, sunken form, denoted the worthless scrip which then flooded the country, and great age and feebleness. But as lie began with eagerwhat was at first several thousands, had amounted with ness, in return for my respectful salutation, to discourse interest to the sum I have mentioned. I am the only to me of his life, I found a clear, though peculiar voice, heir. Cannot our great government afford to pay this and an energy of delivery that forbade the supposition claim And still it lingered on!
of extreme age. “One of the great men I have mentioned, offered to I had listened with an interest I took no pains to procure its passage for half the spoils, and I spurned conceal to his rambling, impatient discourse, for it his offer, as I would scorn to lie or steal. What! Cheat opened to me a new and sad aspect of life; one of the government!
I am, thank God, which I had till that moment never dreamed. The though sunk so low, an honest man. If I could not thought was horrible; of an energetic and vigorous life get my claim upon its merits, I would lose it. Oh,palsied and worn out in this slow torture, of a hangerfool that I was! 'Twas only giving him some thirty on to government; this degrading consciousness of noble thousands, that I might be at peace during the re- powers and attributes, utterly thrown away. It was mainder of my life, and I refused it! Refused-forgive sad to contemplate a man so possessed with one ideå–(a me, sir, I forget myself.
very devil, like those of old time, tearing him) that all “So the years passed on, and I felt at length that else in life be it great or little—was made subservient :stony-heartedness stealing over over me, which is the and auxiliary to it. For him, alas! the President and result of hope deferred. When I come to die, they the Congress were only chosen, to aid in securing this · will find that my heart, beat it never so fiercely while claim of his. he was a inan of intellect and education; I live, is stone-solid stone; and that passage from the and his whole manner proved it, and low had not the Scriptures will be found engraven thereon: ‘Put not cruel process of years of suffering, with this clinging to your trust in princes!' Are not these men princes? his one idea, broken and subdued him. Who rules? Do the people rule, sir? No! A rotten Were these other men, pacing slowly up and down, government, in the hands of an aristocracy of cunning or listlessly standing beside the plashing fountains, also rules this nation. The people have no voice save poor tide-waiters-poor beggars for charity, or pursuers jlindly to cast their votes, as the great men bid them. of some fancied claim, beseeching a tardy government Look at it. From the highest to the lowest—from a to right some grievous wrong? national convention, to a town caucus, the few pull the His revelations had given me a new interest in the wires and the many dance accordingly, be the measure passers, and I regarded them as something more than slow or lively, serious or gay. And they cheer, and
Their histories possessed for me, fight, and vote, poor fools, as their betters bid them. ignorant as I was of them, a strange interest; and I felt Perhaps if I had got my claim I should not be so cynical. a singular commiseration for the many faces around me.
"Well, time passed on, and I took no deligho save in In the new excitement he had awakened in my breast, I
mere common men.
forgot that his was probably an exceptional case, even Henry," she said ; " shall we not ride home, my in the sad ranks of office-seekers, and claimants; and I dear? The doctor thinks that you are not yet strong overlooked the probability that the greater number of enough to bear so much exposure.” those strolling through the grounds, were, like myself, He had not before observed her, but at the sound of strangers, impelled by curiosity, or residents and mem- her voice, a change, sudden and startling as an electric bers taking their usual promenade. So far was I car- shock, came over the man. His feeble form erected ried by my imagination, that I began to speculate upon itself; the light in his eyes flashed clear and strong, and the past life of a heavily-bearded man (wliom I after- rising, he stood before me—no longer the broken-down wards found to be Sam Houston) who sat not far from claimant, but a gentleman, and a proud one. us, in profound meditation, occasionally caressing his " This is Nelly!" grey moustache.
I had known it from the first, and involuntarily I was at length upon the point of addressing him, uncovered my head, to do her reverence. when the silken rustle of a dress startled me from my “ He has been telling you our history, I see," she purpose, and I saw a stately lady, with a grave, sweet said, with a quiet, and not joyless sinile. We got our smile upon her face, standing directly before us. I claim a few weeks since, and poor Henry has been very think in all my life I never beheld so beautiful a crea- ill. The doctor says, that the disappointments he has ture. An angel from the highest heavens could hardly suffered these fifteen years past, so broke him down, wear a more benignant, a more tender aspect, while that he had not power to bear the good news at first, from her soft brown eyes there shone a depth of love but that with a change of scene he will be better soon. for the unfortunate being at my side, for the sake You would hardly think,” she added, with a glance of which, ten thousand lives like his, were well wasted. towards him of tender compassion, “ that he is only Her form, too, was most queenly, and beside the poor forty-seven to-day." claimant, she stood a very empress.
J. W. N. Jr.
THINGS WE TALK ABOUT.
HEAP up the anthracite! Low spirits fly before the blaze | he possesses a strange power of fascination; and even and glow of your generous fire. There! How it snaps! those he destroys grow charmed with the poison, and The blaze leaps up blue and eager, and presently the whole insanely suck his breath with a tenacious and unnatural will be red and ripe-
pleasure. Where it is ripest falling suddenly into ashes-dead! What! Do you not know him yet? Can you not see
But night comes down, so drop the curtains and shut out him through all his many aliases-mostly by his two names the world. We shall need no candle. The mellow tints of of FURNACE and STOVE? the fire-lit room, fall softly and richly upon the dreamy Do you not see what a wily, poisonous, subtle devil he is, fancy, and excite it to reverie. The glare of gas drowns so cunningly crept into your household ? It is not merely one's thoughts. It is only under the richer tints of the that his dry, dusty breath is wasting, drying, and consuming blazing fire that the soft, full, deep eloquence of the heart to the constitution ; that it dries up the moisture in the atswells up.
mosphere, fevers the blood, fills your lungs with his poisonous There is philosophy, wisdom, rare companionship, rich gases, eats out the bloom from your cheek, sends the blood fancy, and subtle feeling, in the blaze and solid glow of the thickly and stagnantly through the veins, heats the brow up-piled grate—in the rich carnation of molten anthracite. and temples, fixes a cough in the chest, suspends the elastic Its warmth melts hard hearts, as well as frozen fingers. action of nature--but he is the enemy to your peace and Before its generous cheer, charity expands and censure happiness, as well as to your blood. He is banishing from grows dumb. Affection ripens, and love flourishes by its your midst that best and holiest place in your household side ; friendship and good will are its offspring.
the fireside. His iron hand breaks down your household But a Demon, born in the bowels of the th, has come gods, and tears apart with a ruthless grasp the wreath woven up from his subterranean regions, and, with many of us, put out of memories, smiles, bright words, sweet sympathies-out out the family fire for ever. He sits upon the hearth-stone, of love, joy, peace, and gladness--woven out of all the emoblacker than the imps of Vulcan. His cloven foot peeps out tions that have thrilled through your heart and welled up boldly, and his great ogle eyes glare with a red-hot anger. in your bosom, before the blaze and glow upon the hearth Low cries and groans issue from his bosom. He squats in the olden time! before you upon the hearth-rug, and hisses and spits with a Heaven save that man who has never felt the glow of the fierce, demoniac spite. Vampire-like, he poisons all the air household fire! If there is anything good or true in us, it you breathe, sucking from it its wholesome qualities, and has been developed and nurtured at the family hearth. If infusing through it all his own noxious exhalations. It is we bear about us in our stern pilgrimage of life any link that his hand that weighs upon the breast of your sleeping child, connects us with the golden time of our childhood, it is the and draws forth those restless groans; it is his, too, that memory of the home fire. The happy scenes so often plants the hectic flush upon his face. No less visible is his enacted around it, are pictures we love to recall; and, work in the sallow cheek and hollowed chest of her who through all the backward vista of life, they shine out as hangs over the couch of your children—she for whom yon monitors, warning us from wrong, and crime, and vice, that have a sacred name. Ugly, repulsive, and deadly as he is, daily tempt and allure.