Colonel Menefee had a fight with the enemy a few days before, and drove the enemy from the field, killing two and wounding four, with the loss of one of his men, who unnecessarily exposed himself. But in a few moments the enemy, reënforced to near three hundred, attempted to surround the colonel and his men. The colonel was too sharp for them, and having only thirteen men, many of whom had failed to get their flint-locks off, he ordered them to the mountain's cliffs. He remained upon the ground for near an hour after his men were gone, watching the enemy. He was riding his race-mare, "Emma Treadway," who had borne him out of many a close and dangerous chase, and he felt that she was able to flee from all danger and carry him too. After watching the enemy's movements until he saw he must soon be cut off, he turned and rode up the creek, "Elk Horn," which was closely hemmed-in by high bluffs and crags on one side, and the rugged slopes of the Cumberland Mountain on the other. He had not gone far up the creek ere he was apprised of near danger by his watchful mare snorting loud and shrill. In an instant, over one hundred cavalry emerged from a wood not more than seventy yards before him. He saw that his only chance was to climb the Cumberland Mountain. Any other man would have surrendered rather than make the attempt, for the mountain was so steep that it seemed almost impossible for a footman to climb it, much less to ride it. The mountain was one mass of boulder-rocks and hedges covered with laurel. He reined his mare to the bluff, and in an instant was flying up the rugged and dizzy heights, the Yankees rushing on and yelling toward him like so many hungry cannibals sure of a feast. When the enemy reached the foot of the mountain, they had to stop - dismount, and climb up on foot. At this place the Cumborland Mountain is near three miles high. When the colonel had climbed near the top of the first "bench" he was stopped by falling timber. The pause allowed his mare to catch breath. The commander of the enemy, from below, observed the colonel's halt, and mistaking his stop for a surrender, cried out to his men, who were in close pursuit of the colonel, to "hurry on straight up the mountain, we have the G-d d-d Rebel hemmed in at last!" They were so sure of capturing the colonel that they did not fire upon him. When the colonel's mare had panted a moment, he touched her sides. She leaped the barrier, and in an instant was out of sight behind some bluffs and rocks. After proceeding some distance farther, the colonel dismounted and prepared to fire upon his pursuers; but observing one of his brave comrades approaching him, almost fainting from fatigue, he saw that if he fired the enemy would come in that direction and perhaps capture and kill his brave soldier. He motioned to the soldier to run on in that direction until he climbed to the top of the bluff. He then stopped and yelled the Osage Indian war-whoop, the most terrific yell known to savage life. He then dashed down a rugged ledge of rocks for near half a mile, and made his escape. INTREPID CONDUCT OF TWO BOYS. Two half-grown lads were out hunting in the neighborhood of Newbern, and were discovered and accosted by a Yankee lieutenant. One of the boys wore the letters "N. C." on his сар, which attracted the Yankee's attention, and he inquired of the boy what they meant. The boy replied, "North Carolina ;" whereupon the lieutenant ordered him to remove them. This the boy declined doing, when he was again ordered to take them off, and again refused to do so. The lieutenant then remarked that he would take them off himself, and was in the act of dismounting from his horse to do so, when the boy winked to his comrade, who took his meaning, and in a moment the guns of both the boys were levelled at the head of the Yankee officer, and he was commanded to surrender. Seeing the utter helplessness of his case, and perfectly astounded at the spirit displayed by the boys, the Yankee gave up his pistol, and on being ordered to dismount, did so. The boys then secured him, and again placing him on his horse, conducted him to Kinston, where he was safely lodged in jail. CAPTAIN MONTGOMERY'S ADVENTURES. CAPTAIN MONTGOMERY was in command of one of the Confederate vessels engaged in the desperate naval fight before Memphis, Tennessee, when that city was captured. Escaping, after the loss of his vessel, he managed to regain the Confederate lines. His adventures are related as follows, by a Southern paper: Yesterday evening, Captain J. T. Montgomery arrived here from Corinth, whither he had gone when the wires first flashed the news of Sunday's great fight. After staying there till he desired to return, he left on the Memphis and Charleston Railroad, Wednesday night, and arrived at Huntsville next morning, no one on board dreaming that the Yankees were in the place. He was in the bindmost car, and, as the train stopped, he heard some one say, "the Yankees have got us;" and, looking out, he saw them thick as bees around the engine, and coming down along the line of the train. He quickly stepped out, took a back seat, and was soon out of sight. Near the outskirts of the town he entered a house, exchanged his uniform for citizens' clothes, camę back into town, hired a horse and buggy and negro driver, at a livery stable, and started for the Tennessee river at the nearest point. He had proceeded but a little way until a couple of mounted Federal officers, having got scent of him from finding his name on his trunk in the cars, came up and accosted him as Captain Montgomery. He repudiated the name-said his name was Johnson, and that he was going to his home from town. They told him they knew better; that he was Captain Montgomery, of the rebel army, was their prisoner, and must go with them. Quietly remarking that they must know more about him and his business than he did himself, he turned and started back with them. They stopped on the road-side to chat with some negroes they found in a field (Yankees will talk to negroes). They were both very near the Captain. Catching the proper moment, when their attention was directed to the negroes, he drew a pistol from his pocket and instantly put a ball through the heart of one, who fell down dead. Another moment, and he had put a ball through the other, who reeled and clung to his horse a few moments. Meantime the Captain was speeding his way back toward the river. Looking back, as he got nearly out of sight, he saw the "Yank" fall from his horse sprawling on the ground. He reached the river safely, turned the negro driver back with his horse and buggy, and got himself ferried across just as fifty well armed and mounted men approached the bank, and could find no means to cross over after him. They discharged their guns at him, but he managed to gain the mountains, and finally to reach his friends. THE SONG OF THE SOUTH. BY CAPTAIN R. M. ANDERSON. ANOTHER star arisen, another flag unfurled ; Another name inscribed among the nations of the world; The spirit of the fathers in the children liveth yet Liveth still the olden blood that hath dimmed the bayonet; And the fathers fought for freedom, and the sons for freedom fight; Their God was with their fathers, and is still the God of right. Behold, the skies are darkened! a gloomy cloud hath lowered! Shall it break in happy peacefulness, or spread its rage abroad? Shall we have the smiles of friendship, or feel the fierce, foul blow? And bare the red right hand of war to meet an insulting foe? In peacefulness we wish to live, but not in slavish fear, brand |