ng Gilbert-town, Campbell moved steadily toward the point at
which he proposed to meet Williams, and by night-fall had accomplished
about one half of the journey. The march furnished Henry Lindsay
unalloyed pleasure. Every incident belonging to it awakened the fancies
which he had indulged in reference to military life, and he was
delighted in the contemplation of this actual accomplishment of some of
the many dreams of glory which his boyish romance had engendered at
home. Besides, being a favorite of those in command, he was allowed to
ride in the ranks whenever it suited his pleasure, and to amuse himself
with what subject of interest the journey afforded; whilst, at the same
time, he found his personal ease so much attended to as to leave him but
little room to complain of the discomfort or toil of the campaign.

The night was spent in the woods, and it was scarcely daybreak, when the
exhilarating though harsh clamor of the horns summoned the troops to the
renewal of their journey, which was pursued until the afternoon, when,
about four o'clock, they reached the border of the tract of country
known as the Cowpens. Afar off, occupying a piece of elevated ground,
Campbell was enabled to descry a considerable body of cavalry, whose
standard, dress, and equipment, even at this distance, sufficiently made
known to him their friendly character,--a fact that was immediately
afterwards confirmed by the report of some videttes, who had been
stationed upon the road by which Campbell advanced. A brief interval
brought the two parties together, and the force of the allied bands was
thus augmented by the addition of our gallant friend Williams, at the
head of four hundred sturdy companions.

"Make a short speech of it," said Shelby, addressing Williams, after
that officer had ridden into the circle of his comrades, and had
exchanged with them a friendly greeting, "you have been busy,
fellow-soldier, whilst we were waiting to see the grass grow. What has
become of the runaway?"

"He left this spot but yesterday," replied Williams; "Ferguson has
something of the bull-dog in him: his retreat, now that he is forced to
it, is surly and slow; he stops to snarl and growl as if he defied us to
follow him. If he had but stood his ground here, we should have had him
in as pretty a field as one might desire. Devil thank him for his
prudence! But he is now at the Cherokee Ford of Broad river--so I
conjecture, by the report of my scouts--h