ur light companies, and it is expected that
Captain Campbell is now on his way with them towards Camden; neither
Turnbull nor Cruger would leave the post."

"I have heard that this corps was marching to head-quarters Are you sure
St. Jermyn is not with Campbell?"

"He said nothing about it yesterday, but I think he wishes to join
Colonel Innis with the loyalist cavalry."

"Where is Innis?" inquired Curry.

"Over on Ennoree, about two miles from Musgrove's mill."

"Humph!" said Curry, thoughtfully, "I must ride to the garrison at
Ninety-Six. The devil take this cantering about the country! I have had
more than enough of it."

And saying this, the dragoon mounted his horse, and clapping spurs to
the restive animal, was soon out of sight.

It was late in the day before the wants of Butler were attended to. He
had thrown aside his coat, from the oppressive heat of the weather, and,
placing it under his head for a pillow, had fallen into a sleep, from
which he was awakened by a summons from one of the sentinels to partake
of food. There was more kindness apparent in the demeanor of the soldier
than Butler had been accustomed to meet from the persons who held him
captive, and this circumstance won upon his heart and induced him to
accept with courtesy the proffered attentions.

"You live in a divided country, and witness much to make a good man wish
this unhappy war was at an end," said Butler, after he had eaten of the
provisions placed before him.

"Indeed we do, sir," replied the soldier, "and it is enough to make a
man's heart bleed to see brothers fighting against each other, and
kindred that ought to hold together seeking each other's lives. Men will
have, and ought to have their opinions, sir; but it is hardly good
reason for treating one another like savage Indians, because all cannot
think alike."

"Do you live in this neighborhood?" inquired Butler.

"Not far away," answered the man.

"You are married?"

"Yes, and have six children."

"They should be young," said Butler, "judging by your own age."

"Thank God, sir!" exclaimed the soldier, with fervor, "they are young!
And I would pray that they may never live to be old if these wars are to
last. No father can count upon his own child's living in harmony with
him. My boys, if they were grown enough, might be the first I should
meet in battle."

"Your name, friend?" said Butler.

"Bruce," replied the other.

"A good and a brave name; a name onc