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 HISS MARTHA BROWNLOW; 
 
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 IfiKOmiE OF TEOESSfiE. 
 
MISS MARTHA BROWNLOW; 
 
 OB THE 
 
 HEROINE OF TENNESSEE, 
 
 A TRUTHFUL AND GRAPHIC ACCOUNT 
 
 OPTHB 
 
 MANY PERILS AND PRIVATIONS ENDURED BY 
 MISS MARTHA BROWNLOW, 
 
 i Tax LOTELT ASD ACC0MPLI8HKD DAtTOHTSS OP THE OELKBKATES FABSOi. BR<. W&OV»^ 
 
 DUBISa HER BESIDENCE WITH BEB FATHSB IM EMOXTILLE, 
 
 BY MAJOR W. D. REYHOLDS, 
 
 LATE ACTING ADJUTANT IN THE WESTEEN ARMT, 
 
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 PUBLISHED BY BARCLAY & CO., 
 
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MISS MARTHA BROWNLOW; 
 
 OR THE 
 
 HEEOINE OF TENNESSEE. 
 
 Seme First. — Game op the Traitors. 
 
 Soon after the final culmination of the Southern conspiracy 
 against the established government, and when the true Union men 
 in Tennessee were about overwhelmed by numbers, in the bar- 
 room of a public house not far from Knoxville, a traitor Lieutenant 
 and Captain were playing cards, drinking, etc., and with several 
 rebel recruits, having a good time generally. 
 
 "Now, Lieutenant, for the 'rub,' as to which of us shall lower the 
 'stars and stripes,' at Parson Brownlow's, and kiss his handsome 
 daughter," said Captain Joslyn, emptying his glass of liquor and 
 shuffling the cards. 
 
 " Not so fast, Capt., if you please ; you propose too much at once. 
 For rest assured that I am not so sfelfish, as to wish to win both 
 'honors.' Give me the girl, and you can have the flag," replied 
 Lieutenant Byrnes, gaily. 
 
 " Ha, hJi 1 Good ; very good for the gallant Lieutenant," lauc^hed 
 the soldiers. ° 
 
 " You are very generous, Lieutenant," said Joslyn. " But the 
 ♦fair are for the brave.' So let us take these two fine points in 
 our expedition up, one at a time, if you prefer— and first, for 
 who lowers the hateful bunting." 
 
 " Well ; as you say, Capt. Let it be so:— proceed," and so the 
 game went on, the Lieutenant losing. «' You see, Captain," said 
 he, laughing, " to you belongs the honor of lowering the hated flao- 
 and ^o humbhng the Parson's pride. You have won." °' 
 
 ""Bravo, bravo I" shouted the soldiers in chorus. "Captain 
 Joslyn, count on us, in case the old devil should resist. We should 
 
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22 THE BEBEL FIEND. 
 
 like to Lave a hand in the pleasing task of bringing his dignity aa 
 well as his indignation down." 
 
 " Be not alarmed, my boys, you shall share the glory with me.' 
 
 "Captain," chimed in the Landlord, "that the old man will 
 prove crooked and troublesome you may safely depend, and my 
 advice to you is to go down fully prepared for a stout resistance 
 from the old chap ; for by his ultimatum to the people, his last 
 speech, you know, he is as hard as Hickory on the war." 
 
 "Yes, Capt., that speech must prove indeed, his ultimatum,'" 
 spake Byrnes, earnestly. " For he is growing too defiant. His 
 arrogance is becoming unbearable. He must be silenced. — But 
 come now, for the girl." 
 
 "Yes, Lieutenant," chimed Joslyn. "That speech is the Par- 
 son's last, I believe, unless he plays the lamb and acts meekly. — 
 But now, the 'rub^ for the Parson's daughter, or who wins the girl." 
 
 " Aye, that's the * rub,' Captain," laughed the Landlord. 
 
 " A * rub^ indeed, as is a ' rub,'' " chimed the soldiers. 
 
 "For the Parson's daughter," continued the Landlord, as the 
 play went on. " A handsome bouncing lass, a brave and noble 
 girl. She would prove an honor to a better cause than the one 
 which by her father she is forced to espouse. She will prove a 
 charming, a precious acquisition to the man who is fortunate 
 enough to win her. A noble woman, just such an one to lead a 
 forlorn hope or a desperate expedition of any kind. She could 
 pioneer where dangers were the thickest. She can now, after 
 attending her domestic duties, cross a sword, handle a musket, 
 hunt, and follow in the chase with success, equal to any man of 
 equal years in Tennessee, — and I would forewarn the man who is 
 80 fortunate to win the honor of kissing even the hand of that 
 brave girl, to beware ; she will not be trifled with." 
 
 " Ha, ha, ha I" laughed Lieutenant Byrnes. " You, see, Captain, 
 you have lost. To kiss the Parson's daughter belongs to me, so 
 the honors of our expedition, so far at least, seem fairly divided. — 
 Now are you satisfied ?" 
 
 The sensual captain was far from being satisfied with the result 
 of his proposed game for the girl. Still he had lost and, poorly 
 concealing his chagrin, he .replied, " O yes, Lieutenant, of course I 
 am satisfied, though the fairly appears all on one side. — It's a one- 
 sided affair. I should have preferred the girl — " 
 
 " But, Captain, you know that in war all is fair. Besides, have I 
 not won her fairly?" 
 
 " Certainly, sir ; of course you have. You played fairly. It's all 
 right, and I am perfectly satisfied, Lieutenant, with my duty of 
 hauling down the flag," said Joslyn obsequiously, though slightly 
 chafing still. 
 
 " But indeed. Captain," broke in the corporal ef the company, 
 " if what mine host here says about the girl be true, ycu will have 
 ' quite enough on your hands at the Parson's without her." 
 
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THE REBEL FIEND. 23 
 
 " Ah, what does he say of her ?" quivered Joslyn, anxious to 
 look at the subject from another point. 
 
 " Well, that she is apt with firearms and ^he sword," replied 
 the corporal. " That she is a brave, courageous girl, — in a word, 
 'she is a powerfully strong minded and very dangerous woman." 
 
 "Indeed, quite an amazon, I suppose," said Joslyn with an 
 assumed air of indifference, and then murmured to himself. " Tush, 
 I have lost a precious prize, just the kind of character I so admire. 
 D — n me; I'll have her yet." ^ 
 
 " What's that you say, Captain ; not satisfied yet ?" broke ia 
 Byrnes. " Come, let us take another drink. Drink death to all 
 differences, and then go on our happy way to take down the fancy 
 colored rag. You know, Captain, the orders are, '■it must come 
 down.'' " 
 
 "Yes sir, and down it comes," said Joslyn, filling his glass. "I 
 was just speaking of the admirable devil-me-care sort of character 
 of the Parson's daughter. Our host her6 says^he is dangerous — 
 full of fight and fire. 
 
 " Ah that is just what I admire," chimed Byrnes. " She suits 
 me exactly. Captain. I always prefer an amour in which risk and 
 danger are involved. It seems to give it spice, and I relish it the 
 more, — you know the less easily won, the more precious when, 
 overcome." 
 
 " Take care. Lieutenant ; take care," spoke the Landlord, smiling. 
 
 " O yes. Landlord : I'll be careful — very careful, and I'll kiss the 
 jParson's daughter," Byrne laughed, and holding up his glass con- 
 tinued — " Here's to the success of our mission, and to our foe's 
 perdition." 
 
 "That's the sentiment," echoed all, and drank. "And now 
 men, for Parson Brownlow's," said Byrnes, placing on the bar his 
 emptied glass. , 
 
 " Wot'll broion his carcass, and bring him loio. 
 
 " So let the world wag, wag as it will, 
 We'll be gay and happy still." 
 
 They filed out of the hotel, singing gaily, and took up their 
 march for the residence of the eccentric Parson Brownlow. 
 
 Scene Second. — Brownlow at home — the daughter's dan- 
 gers — HER HOPE — 'OUR FLAG STILL THERE.' 
 
 In the library-room of their snug home, the beautiful and noble 
 Martha Brownlow sat reading some manuscript ; near her stood her 
 parent, just preparing to leave on a short journey. As he stood, hat 
 in hand, he turned to his loved daughter and tenderly said, "Now 
 daughter, I shall not be gone long. But, in the mean time, prepare 
 all the copy you can, for the paper, against my return." 
 
 The obedient and affectionate Martha arose and said, " I will do 
 
24 THE REBEL FIEND. 
 
 60/ papa. But hasten your return, please ; for these are troublous 
 times long to be alone." 
 
 " If you are fearful, Martha, I will remain at home to-day," said 
 the tender parent. 
 
 " O no, papa, do not mind it ; 'twas a sudden thought only, that 
 flitted through my mind ; nothing will come of it," replied the noble 
 girl, and looking from the casement out upon \he stars and stripes 
 just floating off in the breeze from the flag staff in the centre of 
 the lawn in front of the house, she continued : " I shall fcel perfectly 
 safe, even in your absence, father. For ' our flag is still therc.^ 
 Surel}'', i am safe beneath its protecting folds. 
 
 "Yes, daughter, ^ our^ag is still iliere.^ Heaven bless it and 
 you !" answered the palpiit, warmiilg, up with patriotism for the 
 old flag. " But that onc'^ glorious banner of liberty and protec- 
 tion to-day is disrespected and hated by men long blest beneath 
 its bounties — men whose heartlessness and base ingratitude assi- 
 milates them to the fiendish character of devils." 
 
 " Still, father, I feel safe beneath the roof o'ershadowed by its 
 sacred folds," chimed Martha, catching the inspiration imparted 
 by the subject.- 
 
 "And so you should, daughter, so you should. But the pure 
 blendings of that flag's blood-bought colors have been shot, trampled 
 on, and trailed in the dust, even on American soil. Fiends there 
 are, devils in human form, who, to-day, from the black recess of their 
 heart of hearts, execrate and detest that sacred emblem of liberty." 
 
 " True, father, they may perhaps despise that blest ensign of 
 freedom to all. The traitors, though so abhorring the banner of 
 the noble free, yet I cannot think would offer harm to me." 
 
 " No, daughter, the man who would dishonor that flag has no 
 respect for the dearest rights of man. God bless you, my child, 
 and shield you until my return!" Saying which the tender father 
 kissed his loving child and left the library, to be gone but a short 
 time. And Martha, the heroine, was alone, singing in a subdued 
 tone, 
 
 — " 'Tis the star-spangled banner, long may it wave 
 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave." 
 
 She again took her seat at the writing table, and busied 'herself 
 with the correction and revision of copy for the press. 
 
 " How silly in me to have forebodings of evil," she murmured. 
 Then glancing again through the window, she continued, " With 
 such protection as that dear old flag gives, why shoulf\ I be afraid ? 
 Women there were in the American Eevolution, who, with their 
 husbands, fathers, brothers, sisters, lovers, braved everj'- danger, 
 faced the foe, and defended that flag against the assaults of our 
 country's invaders. I emulate their daring example, and I'll pro- 
 tect it now." Sh^ was startled ft-om her musing by a loud rattling 
 at the outer gate — a boisterous demand for admittance. Looking 
 from the casement she saw Lieutenant Byrnes, • Captain Joslyn 
 
THE BEBEL FIEND. 25 
 
 and their recruits, gathering about the gateway, and gazing wist 
 fall J towards the house, and anon enviously, hatefully, at the stars 
 and stripes floating so proudly over the lawn. "Arouse my 
 heart, be stout and brave," murmured the noble girl as she won- 
 dered to herself: — 
 
 " Who may they be ? Traitors, no doubt, or they may be 
 Bome Union men called to consult with father, their counsellor, 
 and they may want assistance. Be it as it may, I shall see ; and, 
 if I can, assist the loyal cause," she bravely concluded, approaching 
 the gate entrance, as they renewed their impatience for entrance 
 by rattling more boisterously still the gate, she exclaimed : 
 
 "Stay; what would you?" 
 
 " We have business with Parson Brownlow, and wish to come 
 in," said Byrnes. 
 
 " My father is absent. By what authority do you thus demand, 
 abruptly, admittance to a loyal citizen's home?" Martha inquired. 
 
 '''By the authority pf the commander of the Southern forces in 
 Tennessee, and in the name of the Confederate States of Americd." 
 
 " Gentlemen, we recognize no such authority, no such power. 
 We are loyal," said the proud girl. 
 
 '* Then must we come in," spake Captain Joslyn, harshly. 
 
 " Gentlemen, I cannot admit you. My father is absent." 
 
 " That makes it all the better for our purpose. Miss Brownlow. 
 Admit us. We will not harm you," said Byrnes, in a tone of 
 mingled determination and solicitation. 
 
 " Gentlemen, you say you have called to see my father. I am 
 alone, therefore will not admit you," said the brave girl sternly. 
 
 " I would leave a message with you for Parson Brownlow. 
 Pray admit us, my dear." 
 
 " I tell you, gentlemen, my father is not at home. If you wish 
 to see bim you must call when he is here." 
 
 "But we must come in noio. That flag must come down. 
 Draw down that flag 1" Joslyn sau6ily commanded. 
 
 " No, gentlemen, I cannot oblige you in that either. That 
 good old flag\ floats very well where it is, and ray hope and prayer 
 is that it may long Avave there. I will not take it down," spake 
 the noble girl proudly. But she was suddenly startled afresh by 
 Joslyn commanding his men to force the gate and take down the 
 distasteful flag, who, as he led them in over the lawn, said, 
 " If you will not remove it wo will take it down for you." But 
 Martha* soon recovering her self-possession, and hastening into the 
 house, soon emerged again with a well charged musket, and, taking 
 her stand beneath the stars and stripes, brought the unerring wea- 
 pon t6 her shqulder, like a well practised veteran, and levelling it 
 at her foes, exclaimed, " Back, sirs, back I Draw down that flag, 
 and I'll draw you do^n ! Back, you cowardly dogs ! Leave me, 
 ere I make you bite the dust I Touch not the sacred folds of that 
 good old flag 1" 
 
THE BKBKL FIEND. 27 
 
 Cowards as they really were, they turned and skulked away, 
 leaving the heroic Martha Brownlow unharmed. 
 
 When her parent returned he found her again in the library 
 sweetly singing: 
 
 TOUCH NOT THAT FLAG. 
 
 *' Traitor spare that flag ; 
 
 Touch not a single star; . 
 In shining glory now, , 
 
 And blazing near and far ; 
 'Twaa our forefathers' hand 
 
 That placed it o'er our head, 
 And thou shalt let it stand, 
 
 Or perish with the dead. 
 
 " Our dear old precious flag, 
 
 Whose glory and renown 
 Are spread o'er land and sea, 
 
 And wouldst'thou tear it down f 
 Traitor I forbear thy touch ; 
 
 Rend not its heart-bound ties ; 
 Oh, spare that glorious flag. 
 
 Still streaming through the skies. , 
 
 ' When I was yet a girl 
 
 I gloried in the sight, 
 And raised my Toice in joy 
 
 To greet its folds of light— 
 For it my home is dear ; 
 
 Dear is my native land ; 
 Forgive this foolish tear, 
 
 But let that old flag stand. 
 
 " My heart-strings round thee cling 
 Close as thy stripes, old friend ; 
 Thy praises men shall sing, 
 Till time itself shall end. 
 Old flag, the storm still brave, 
 And, traitor, leave the spot ; 
 > While I've a hand to save 
 
 Thy touch shall harm it not." 
 
 Scene Third. — The white slave and his kind master — ^free- 
 dom — the slave's gratitude. 
 
 ""Well, Louis, you are punctual; and, be it spoken to your 
 credit, you have served me faithfully now for many years." 
 " Why, yes, master, 'tis true, I have tried to serve you well." 
 This conversation occurred near the slave quarters of as beauti 
 ful and productive a plantation as any in Tennessee. The place 
 belonged to Lemuel Garfield. At the time of which we write, he 
 was colonel m the Union army, enddavoring, against overwhelm 
 ing opposition, to enlist the young men of Tennessee for the 
 ^nion. LouiS; with whom he was now conversing, had been tc 
 
28 THB REBEL FIEND. 
 
 him, as indicated, a faithful slave, though ia color almost white. 
 He had been to Garfield a confidential servant, a favorite. In 
 answer- to the reply of Louis, his master said : " Which makes 
 me indeed the more loth to part with jou, Louis. But I have 
 tried my best for a long time now to arouse our young men — 
 tried to increase the loyal Union sentiment among us in sufficient 
 force to repel our disunion invaders. But it has ajl been to 
 no purpose. 'Tis labor for nought. I have been mocked and 
 threatened, and now, before many days have passed, that villain 
 and plunderer Buckner will be down among us, scouring the 
 place, to either destroy or press us into his villanous army. 
 But I have made up my mind he shall do neither with me. So, 
 Louis, we must escape ; I have concluded also to allow you a fair 
 chance. Yourself and Emily your wife are now at liberty. You 
 are free, Louis, to go where you please ; and all I ask in return is 
 that you will remain loj^al and true to the Union. For in the 
 end the government and the laws must triumph." 
 
 "God bless you, master," said Louis, affected. " You have been 
 always kind to me ; but this last act seems the kindest of them all. 
 You ask me to prove faithful to the Union. May my heart cease 
 with life to beat, when I think not with gratitude of thee, or falter 
 for an instant in my loyalty to the American Union." 
 
 " Heaven bless you, Louis," said Garfield, taking his slave by 
 the hand. " I believe you are sincere, in your gratitude to me. 
 Pack up all you can take with you conveniently, and get ready to 
 leave. Let us not loiter here, or we shall be captured." 
 
 " Indeed, indeed, master, I love the old homestead," said Louis, 
 mournfully. 
 
 "So do I, Louis. But we must leave it, that we may return re- 
 inforced with true men, that we may be able to retake and hold it." 
 " When I leave here, master Garfield, I don't know where I shall 
 go. Still I must hasten now to glad my dear Emily's heart with 
 the good news that we are free." 
 
 " All right," said Garfield, pleased with his late slave's happiness. 
 " But be careful, Louis ; remain not here too long, or you may lose 
 all ; property, freedom and yourself. Let them not captur^ you — 
 fly for your life." 
 
 "Yes, yes; bless you, master. I'll look out for them. The 
 rebels to catch me will have to prove very swift." 
 
 " Louis, be faithful to the loyal cause." 
 
 '•' iTes, master; I'll be faithful.^ God bless you. Good bye, good 
 bye," the happy Louis Repeated as he turned from his kind late 
 master, and walked rapidly towards his little home, at the slave- 
 quarters. 
 
. THE EEBEL FIEND. 29 
 
 Scene Fourth — Scouting— ON the scent — the rebel fiend — 
 
 HIS MISSION. 
 
 "I tell you, Lieutenant, I looked that girl direct in the eyes, 
 and as plain as stern feminine determination could say it, she said 
 ' sJiooC I really believe if we had advanced another step, as she 
 declared, she would have fired both barrels into us, which, of 
 course, would most effectually- have deprived us of the pleasurable 
 recreation which we this day enjoy of scouring the woods and 
 country hereabouts for adherents to the Yankee cause." 
 
 " D — m — d recreating tramping about here, hunting all day and 
 finding no game," said Lieutenant Byrnes petulantly, to Captain 
 Joslyn, as they emerged from a thick woods, and stood a moment 
 on an eminence, with two or three scouting recruits, overlooking 
 the surrounding country not far from the very place where Colonel 
 Garfield and his favorite servant had stood a short time before, v 
 
 " We cannot be very far from the game I think, for I am certain 
 it was hereabouts I saw that busy rebel Garfield to-day," replied 
 Joslyn, seizing a musket from one of his men and levelling it at 
 something in the distance scarcely discernible. 
 
 "And it is just as certain that the game has flown," continued 
 Byrnes, still chafing with the disappointment with which they met 
 at Parson Brownlow's. 
 
 "It may be so, out let us not return to camp without a trophy 
 of some kind," and discharging his musket he ejaculated, "Let us 
 scour the whole place." 
 
 "What in the devil's name did you do that for?" said Byrnes 
 crossly, as ' the rebel fiend,' towering like a collossus before them, 
 sprang lightly, athletically from his place of concealment — the 
 hollow trunk of a great tree on the edge ofs the forest. At his 
 sudden abrupt appearance to them, all stirted as if a bomb-shell 
 had just fallen in their midst. In truth, he was a frightful looking 
 character, not to say ^ animal.^ He towered up befpre them, not 
 less than seveo feet in height, "hugely large. His right hand and 
 same side of his face was white in color, while his left hand and 
 left si.de of his face was frightfully hlacJc. His hair was black and 
 bushy, the general contour of his head reminding you of the head 
 of the buffalo rampant. Across his shoulders a coarse blanket 
 cafelessly hung dropping over his white arm, and partially con- 
 cealing a naked knife or dagger inihis hand, while in his left hai^d 
 he grasped a charred flambeau, late extin^ished. 
 
 "Counsel with me," sternly said he. " Un land and sea let your 
 motto be, rough shod o'er them ride, To conquer first divide.^ Then 
 scatter, tear, and slay, and burn them on every side." Throwing 
 his large brawny arm aloft, he flourished his great un.sheathed 
 knife on hig-h until it aleamed in the sun like burnished silver. 
 He turned on his heel and was about to disappear again into the 
 forest, as Byrnes, just recovering from the surpHse his suddeu 
 
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80 THE BEBEL FIEND. ^ 
 
 appearance to them gave, gasped, "But sir, who are you? What 
 are you ? Where do you come from i and what is your name?" 
 
 " My name is, — no matter who I am, call me The Eebel Fiend,* 
 (St the 'Scout of Secessia,' if you please. For my business is that 
 of a scout in the Southern service, and before my work is done 
 no doubt I shall be called a fiend, indeed. My mission is blood. 
 With fire and sword I reigned before, — 
 By the same I reign forftvermore." 
 
 Again flourishing his weapons he disappeared in the woods. 
 
 " That chap's a trump," said Joslyn, forgetting the poor calf he 
 had just shot. 
 
 "He is full 'secesh,^ sure," chimed the men. 
 
 " So, Captain, we have received agdin our commission, to send 
 all who oppose us down to perdition. To hoist the black flag, 
 no mercy show, and hastily despatch all Yankees below — down to 
 the dominions of the gentleman in black, you know," rhymed 
 Byrnes, sticking his sword into the earth by way of adding force 
 to his speech, while Joslyn, with equal vehemence, flourished hia 
 sword above his head exclaiming, 
 
 " Aye, aye, such is our plainly appointed duty. To kill, destroy 
 and gather booty, or ' beauty.' So let us to it at once together, ' pell 
 melV To heaven, if we may, if not, then ' hand-in-hand to hell.' " 
 
 And away they sped, "eager for the fray" their blood-thirsty souls 
 on some foul and hellish' deed intent. Just as they passed the 
 spot, the " Eebel Fiend" emerged from the wood again, and looking 
 after them in hellish glee as they sped on their determined errand 
 of blood, he chuckled : " On, on, ye dogs of war, and cry havoc, 
 bloody havoc, on all who our onward march oppose. Divide and 
 tear asunder the union of our foes. Drench with their own blood 
 the so-called rag of the free. Destroy it forever from the land and 
 on the sea. The states are ours to rule them or to ruin, still let 
 our motto be." 
 
 Saying which the Secession monster dashed away through tho 
 forest again. 
 
 Scene Fifth. — The slave's joy — surprise — the attack — re 
 
 TURN — desperate ENCOUNTER — FLIGHT OF THE REBELS — 
 PURSUIT. 
 
 The light mulatto, Emily, wife of Louis, was busily engaged 
 in preparing their evening meal, when Loiiis, smiling and happy, 
 entered to glad her ears with the good news of their release from 
 bondage. — " God bless you, Emily ; I bring you good news to- 
 night. My dear wife, at last we have our liberty. — Emily, we 
 are free ; free ; bless heaven and master Garfield, to go where and 
 when we please." 
 
 *' Cum, Gum, Louis, don't now poke fun at me in dat kind o' way 
 Free I — we free ? why Loo, you dun no what yer talkin 'bout 
 
THE REBEL FIEND. 31 
 
 'Good news,' — yes too good to believe. — Ha, yab, yah. We free, 
 ^00 ? you makin fun ; — it can't be," laughed the simple hearted 
 wife, unable, as her remarks indicate, to appreciate the truth of the 
 glad tidings. 
 
 "Yes Emily, it is indeed, true," continued Louis, kissing his 
 young wife tenderly. "But the worst is we must leave here soon, 
 to escape capture by the traitors, the ' seceshers,^ as they are called. 
 For, if taken by them we shall be sold again into perpetual slavery. 
 So master says we must pack up all we can at once, escape from 
 reach of the traitors, and be true to the Union cause." 
 
 " True to de Union," echoed the smiling Emily, the apparent 
 truth of her husband's news now breaking through her mind like 
 the rays of the sun through an April shower of rain. " God bress 
 yer. Loo, den, ^at we am free am true ?" 
 
 "True as heaven, and master Garfield is about to remove from 
 here, and we must^go too." 
 
 " Den ob course to de Union we'll be true," chimed the happy 
 simple wife, returning her husband's tender embrace- affectionately. 
 " God bress yer, Loo, yer am dearer to me now dan eber," she 
 concluded. - ' 
 
 " Heaven bless us, Emily," said her husband, kissing her again. 
 "Now let us prepare to follow and assist master. While you pack 
 up some things in the house, I will collect what I can that we shall 
 need outside." 
 
 He was leaving the room as she called to him, — " Stop, Loo, and 
 git yer supper fust. It's all ready, come, — let us have our supper, 
 an talk dis ting ober like." 
 
 " No, no, Emily ; I will clean the old gun first that has been 
 hanging so long in the shed unused: It may prove a useful com- 
 panion in our travels; when I get the old gun ready, Emily, I will 
 then be ready for my supper." He closed the door after hiin and 
 Emily was alone again. 
 
 She busied herself about the room* murmuring to herself, " Free, 
 free ! Got yer freedom for eber. Dat sounds strange like to me ; 
 bery strange and bery queer like. I dun no what it am, — what am 
 it, anyhow. Wonder how it am cooked, stewed, rc^sted, boiled, 
 fried, raw or in de shell. Ha ! Louis and I, Emily Nelson, hia 
 wife, free ! — seems queer. But I guess it am so ; Loo wouldn't tell 
 me a lie in earnest, dat's a fac. Den he's gone to clean de old gun. 
 It must be so, and no mistake. Freedom I bress de Lor we am 
 free I" and the newly freed slave gave utterance to the melody 
 striving to rise from her glad soul, by singing more musically than 
 she ever sang it before, — '■The Slave's DreamJ But before she 
 concluded there was heard loud knocking at the door, and without 
 stopping her soul melody, her happiness perfect, full to overflowing, 
 she said invitingly, "Come in.-— Spec it's massa Garfield, come 
 down to tell me bout it too. — Please to come in, Massa Garfield — 
 always welcome to some ob Emily's nice short cate." 
 
3^ THE REBEL FIEND. 
 
 But she was speechless a moment as she turned and saw. con- 
 fronting her Lieutenant Byrnes, Captain Joslyn, and several 
 soldiers. 
 
 '' Ah ! just in time here," said Byrnes, looking wishfully at the 
 well done cakes and the smoking pleasant odored coffee on the 
 table. . • 
 
 " What fur, sir sogers, yer just in time? What dus yer cum in 
 fur widout 'witen," stammered Emily at length, recovering from 
 her slight alarm at their appearance. 
 
 " Come, come ! my pretty wench, don't be quite so flippant with 
 your tongue, b,ut haste with your hands, and get us something 
 to eat; we are hungry, and must have something to eat soon," 
 commanded Joslyn, harshly. 
 
 "You is white men; sogers, I spec yer. But, praps yer don't 
 no dat I am free ; ha, yah, yah ! Bress de Lor, and Massa Garfield, 
 Loo and I am free dis day fore God." 
 
 "Ho, ho! This is news, indeed. Beside securing our suppers 
 by calling in here we have also caught a pretty contraband. Aye, 
 even handsome. Where is your master," said Byrnes familiarly 
 pertly. 
 
 " Dun no ; spec he's home tho', " replied Emily. ' But what yer 
 mean by dat name yer call me jus now, ' coniermandy^ 
 
 " Ha, ha ! It is contraband, my pretty one," said Joslyn, toying 
 with her. " It means you are our prisoner ; we want you and your 
 master to go with us to-night." 
 
 "Dun no. Bat I don't tink dat so easy, kase we am free," 
 replied the simple Emily. 
 
 "That makes it all the better, and the easier, my pretty little 
 contraband," smiled Byrnes, chucking her under the chin. In the 
 mean time the soldiers were busy helping themselves at the table, 
 and besides eating and drinking all they could, packing about their 
 persons whatever they could carry away. Joslyn helped himself 
 to supper, leaving Byrnes to toy with Emily. 
 
 " See here," said the latter to the Lieutenant. " You am a white 
 man ; I'se a free married woman. Please don't do dat agin — and 
 see here, you tief," she said, turning to Joslyn as he was bolting 
 away the last of her nice cakes. "Dat am berry bad manners, to 
 say no wus 'bout it, and ef yer don't stop dat, I must call in* my 
 huzbara, Louis Nelson, wid his gun." 
 
 " Take that for yer insolence, you wench ; and if you don't want 
 about forty lashes, well laid on, you'll not open your mouth again," 
 said Joslyn, angrily throwing at her from the table a loaf of bread. 
 
 Byrnes attempting rudely to embrace her, she screams loudly 
 for help, and pushing him from her he falls partially under the 
 table, which, Joslyn trying to save him upsets, which the soldiers 
 accept as a signal for destroying all the things in the place, in the 
 midst of which having heard her scream, Louis with his gun enters, 
 hastily followed by his late master. He fires at once at Byrnes, 
 
. THE REBEL FIEND. 83 
 
 who as he entered, had just seized-Emily again. But wounded in 
 the left arm by Louis, he' leaps up and draws his sword on the 
 avenging husband, who discharges the other load of his gun at 
 Joslyn, who strangely escapes from the floor unhurt. Colonel 
 Garaeld, more successful in his aim, brings down both of the 
 rebel soldiers at once, as they turn to run. Louis now dashes with 
 clubbed gun at Byrnes, who stands a second with sword drawn ; 
 ready and apparently determined to contest the issue with the en- 
 raged husband, but dexterously eluding the terrible blow intended 
 to crush his skull he makes a rapid pass at his assailant with his 
 weapon, but missing him rushes past Mm and escapes, bleeding 
 from the wound in his left arm. Louis, beside himself with revenge, 
 and spurred on by the sight of his prostrate wife, turns again, and 
 with the butt of his gun aims a terrible blow at the head of the 
 flying rebel, just as he leaps through the door. But the door-post 
 catches the blow, and by its force the stock of the gun is broken 
 from the barrel, and as Louis, raving and writhing with the pain 
 the rebound of the unfortunate blow has given him,' the ' Eebel 
 Fiend,' with drawn dagger and burning flambleau, stands grinning 
 in the door- way, and loudly chuckles, "Ha, ha I Now, does the 
 work go bravely on. So soon ray faithful minions catch the spirit 
 of my reign. — This is our right, we gain it by might, to scatter, tear, 
 and slay ; and so we win our way. — By force and fire, and sword 
 we reign, we reign ;" and ere he could be prevented, with his 
 blazing torch he deliberately fired the wooden structure, and then 
 loudly laughing, dashed away, followed hastily by Louis, with the 
 bare barrel of the broken gun. 
 
 " Great Heaven 1 Emily, what has brought this about ?" said 
 Colonel Garfield, assisting the afi'righted Emily to her feet. 
 " Come, come, Emily, we must escape from here, the house is on 
 fire, and the rebels, or devils, are on us. Come, are you hurt?" 
 
 " Dun no, massa ; dun no ; may be I is. Tink I is hurt some 
 in dis shoulder. When Loo shoot at de soger, tink he hit me too." 
 
 " Whar am Loo, massa ? Hasn't 'gone and left us ; has he, 
 massa? He told me we were free," said she. 
 
 " Here he comes ; he is here again. Come, Louis, we must 
 pack up at once, now, and get away from here, or we are prisoners." 
 
 " The villain, the fiend escaped me. But I'll have them yet. 
 I'll be revenged for this night's work. Master Colonel Garfield, 
 severely revenged. Every one of them rascals shall die for this, and 
 more. Them two are settled for at any rate," said Louis, panting 
 for brealh, and turning towards the two dead soldiers shot by 
 Garfield. " Master, you done your part well, and J shall yet 
 redeem my bad shots. But, Emily, you are yet alfve. Thank 
 Heaven, you yet live for me! Come away from here; let ua 
 escape from this burning house." 
 
 " What, Louis, what do all dis mean ? Am de war bruk out 
 on us poor negroes ?" , 
 
84 THE BEBBL FIEND. 
 
 " Dear wife, the traitors are on us, certain. We must haste 
 away ere they are back to carry us farther south and sell us into 
 perpetual slavery, or murder us on the spot ; either of which they 
 intend doing. Come." Again by the light of the fire the Fiend 
 appeared to view near them. 
 
 " Master Garfield, please take charge of Emily until I settle 
 with the fiend who has caused all this," said Louis ; and hastily 
 dashing after the secession scout, with his broken gun, exclaimed : 
 " Now for revenge ! I'll kill the fiend for this outrage. Save 
 Emily, master I Revenge for my own and my master's wrongs !" 
 and, despite of Garfield's advice for him to think now only of 
 escaping, he was soon in close conflict with the rebel fiend, who 
 rushed to meet him, and savagely cut and thrust at him with his 
 long knife. But one fortunate blow from the old gim barrel 
 knocked it from his bloody grasp to the ground with a dull sound; 
 and Louis was about to close with and throttle him, as he was 
 seized suddenly from behind by Captain Joslyn, who, assisted by 
 two soldiens, secured poor Louis's artos with a large rope, making 
 him most effectually their prisoner. The fiend, chuckling, re- 
 gained his dagger from where it had fallen; and, as if satisfied 
 with the turn of affairs, without attempting any more violence on 
 the avenging Louis, pointed his dagger disdainfully at the help- 
 less prisoner, and, flourishing his fire torch above his head, to 
 Joslyn exclaimed, " Sir, if always you would thus successful be, 
 never fail first to take counsel with me. But still more to scatter, 
 burn and slay, thus I haste and flourish on my conquering way." 
 Flourishing his torch and dagger, he dashed away through the 
 forest ; and soon Lieutenant Byrnes, with the assistance of Joslyn 
 and his scouts, succeeded, after some resistance, in capturing 
 Emily Nelson and Colonel Garfield; and, together with Louis, 
 they were urged forward into the traitor's encampment, now not 
 very distant from them. 
 
 " Come on this way !" Joslyn commanded, urging Louis on 
 faster. " Caught at last ye are, another Tartar caught, ye hand- 
 some contraband ; come on this way, this way." And thus they 
 were jeered insulted, and urged onward towards the rebel encamp- 
 ment. 
 
 Scene Sixth. — More prisoners — boldness of the union scout— 
 
 LOUIS AND HIS ENEMY. 
 
 Early next morning they were ushered into the presence of 
 Generj^l Buckner, that he might elicit in person all the informa- 
 tion from them they could or* were willing to give about the 
 movements of the Union forces, which he knew were gathering at 
 
THE REBEL FIEND. • 35 
 
 lengtli ill large numbers, and preparing quietly to meet him in 
 battle. 
 
 " Good morn^pg, Captain!" said he, quite pleasantly, in answer 
 to the latter's salutation. " You have more prisoners, I hear." 
 
 " Yes, General, two or three more here," said Joslyn, touching 
 his cap, and again saluting his commander. 
 
 "Bring them in." 
 
 " Aye, aye, sir," -said Joslyn, bowing-*-retired to bring them to 
 a hearing. 
 
 " Ah, Lieutenant ! what news this morning ? Any signs of a 
 further advance from the enemy. What, wounded !" 
 
 This was spoken to Lieutenant Byrnes, who entered just as his 
 Capfain retired. , 
 
 " There are evidences of great preparation, General," Byrnes 
 answered, bowing, " but^ I think, of no immediate advance from 
 the foe. We have a few prisoners without. This," said he, 
 referring to his wounded arm, which he carried in a sling c^ 
 linen, " is but a slight hurt, received last night in a skirmish with. 
 the enemy's pickets." 
 
 "Liar!" exclaimed Louis, as he entered just in time to hear the 
 falsehood. And, writhing in his bonds (his arms were tightly tied 
 behind him) he stamped on the floor and revengefully continued ; 
 " 'Twas I that hurt you for your insults to my wife, and for firing 
 my honfe ; and, could I free myself from these bonds, I'd finish ye 
 on the spot, ye lying scoundrel." 
 
 " Silence, sir, what do you mean by such language in my pre- 
 sence?" exclaimed Buckner; and the soldiers attempted to hold 
 the prisoner still. 
 
 " Be quiet, or it will go hard with you," said Joslyn. 
 
 " Quiet, eh ! ye cowardly poltroons, I'd soon quiet all such as 
 you if you'd take these fixins from my hands!" 
 
 " Silence, I say !" exclaimed Joslyn, menacing him with his 
 sword. " The General would speak with you." 
 
 " Who are you, what are you, a^d what is your name ?" ques- 
 tioned Buckner. 
 
 " I am, Sir General, a free man." 
 
 ' Most effectually bound," said Joslyn, in an under tone, pro- 
 Tokingly. 
 
 " My name is Louis Nelson," continued Louis. " This is Emily, 
 my wife, also free, whom that dog there insulted. And this is my 
 friend, Colonel Garfield, who once my master was." 
 
 "Louis, on condition that we unbind and give you limited free- 
 dom, you will renounce opposition to our cause and take the oath 
 l)f allegiance to the Confederate States of America, — will you ?" 
 said Buckner, trying to soften the injured feelings of Louis, the 
 better to draw from him what information he wanted. 
 
 "General Bucklaer, never I When my master set me free -I 
 vowed in my heart of hearts to live only for the Union, and when 
 
S6 THE REBEL FIEND. 
 
 I lose my loyalty, may my life cease to flow. To the American 
 Union, the Government and the Laws I shall prove true. For. the 
 Union I'll die," Louis answered him nobly, emphaticaMy." * 
 
 " Take him away. We'll give him his choice suddenly for the 
 Union to die," Buckner commanded sternly. "And now, sir," 
 continued he to Colonel Garfield. "What have you to say? what 
 m your name ?" 
 
 " You should have known me, General Buckner," Garfield coolly 
 replied. 
 
 "Ahem! — Why so, sir? Be not quite so presumptuous. It 
 may prove worse for you. Who are you ?" ' 
 
 " My name is Lemuel Garfield, Colonel in the Federal or Union 
 service. Loyal and sworn to support the Government and the 
 Laws. Strange you' do not know your nephew, General, your 
 sister's child." 
 
 Cut to the quick by the sudden revelation, Buckner blustered, 
 '* Take him away, confine him closely — and now, my little wench," 
 he continued, turning to the timid, trembling Emily, as the soldiers 
 thrust Garfield away and into close confinement. " What shall we 
 get from you — information or impudence ? What are you called, 
 and what do you know?'' 
 
 " Oh ! massa Gineral Buckaneer, don't ; please don't hurt my 
 Louis nor my good massa Garfield," plead Emily earnestly. " Him 
 berry kind and good to me and my Louis. He sot us free and said 
 we should 'tramp,' scape fur ourselves, an we didn't. O massa 
 Gineral Buckaneer, he am berry kind like." 
 
 " Are you his wife ? or who are you ? What is your name ?" 
 
 " I'se de wife ob my husband, sir. Massa sot us free and told U3 
 to out and run, and now you've cotched us, — wish we had." 
 
 "Well, well! You've told us all about that. What 'is your 
 name, and what do you know ?" pursued Buckner impatiently. 
 
 " Emily, sir ! Emily Nelson, — same as my husband's, sir." 
 
 " Are there many soldiers, — Yankees and Hessians, down where 
 you come from, and what were they doing?" he continued to 
 question. 
 
 "Dun no, Massa Gineral. De ony sogers I sede war dem dat 
 brung us here. O massa, let massa and Louis go, and we'll neber 
 come back any more." 
 
 " Take her away. — Yelj stay, Emily. Can you cook ?" said he, 
 ^calling her back. ^ 
 
 " Oh yes massa, cboJc berry nice." 
 
 "Captain, set her to work. — Captain Joslyn, guard well your 
 prisoners. Let me hear of no escapes. And now. Lieutenant 
 Byrnes, let us go within ; I have some further commands for you." 
 
 They entered an inner room to quietly plan other deeds of out- 
 rage, oppression and blood, on all they should find in the least 
 feroring the cause of the American Union. 
 
THS REBEL FIEND. ^T 
 
 Scene ikvenih. — Feeedom's forest — his dream — brownlow's 
 
 APOSTROPHE — FREEDOM AND THE FIEND. 
 
 Low down in a beautiful valley, shaded by great trefes, and sweet- 
 odored shrubbery, surrounded by large mountains on every side; 
 the sides and summits of which were covered also with trees and 
 vines and flowers that had grown here, flourished, changed, decayed, 
 and passed away and reappeared again in season, from time imme- 
 morial, undisturbed by the rude tread of men. Xt was a place 
 wild and romantic in its primal beauty. It was herfe, in such a 
 place as this, so fraught with natural voices of sweet thoughts, and 
 sacred solitude, I first found Freedom crowned with chaplets as a 
 god, or the laurelled wreath of conquest and victory. Reclining 
 on a mossy mound and murmuring, as if to induce reflection or 
 repose, he softly sung, " My country, His of thee, Sweet land of liberty ^ 
 of thee I sing — Land of the Pilgrims^ pride; home where our fathers 
 died — From every mountain'' s side, Let freedom ring.^^ — Then, as if io. 
 dreamy vision, he softly murmured, "'Tis sweet to linger here, 
 among the flitting birds -and leaping squirrels, wandering brooks, 
 and winds that shake the leaves, and scatter as they pass, a fra- 
 grance from the cedars, thickly set with pale blue berries. la 
 these peaceful shades — peaceful, unpruned, immeasurably bid — 
 my thoughts go up the long dim path of years, back to the 
 earliest days of liberty." And then as Freedom seemed to repose 
 soothingly. Parson Brownlow entered reflectively the woody scene, 
 and in the language of Dryden, apostrophised, — '•' O Freedom, thou 
 art not, as poets dream, a fair young girl, with light and delicate 
 limbs and wavy tresses, — a bearded man, armed to the teeth art 
 thou? One mailed hand grasps the broad shield, and one the 
 sword. Thy brow, glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred with 
 tokens of old wars* thy massive limbs are strong and struggling. 
 Power at thee has launched his bolts, and with his lightnings 
 smitten thee.r— Oh not yet mayest thou unbrace thy corslet or lay 
 by thy sword; nor yet, O Freedom, close thy eyes in slumber. 
 For thine enemy never sleeps; he shall send quaint maskers, forma 
 of fair and gallant mien, to catch thy gaze and uttering graceful 
 words to charm thy ear^ while his sly imps, by stealth, twine round 
 thee threads of steel that grow to fetters ; or bind thee down with 
 chains, concealed in chaplets. Oh, Freedom ! — awake, gird on thy 
 sword, and defend the refuge of thy latest home, America. Forget 
 not forever, ' eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.' " 
 
 "Oh, oh, yes massa Brown, — high massa Brownlow; Gineral 
 Price am cummin' wid his whole army, ©b what yer call em de 
 rag cum muffins. He's cummin', sah, — will be down on us in » 
 minit, and kill and take us all away. — O massa, sabe me, sabe me ; 
 Babe poor Pomp." 
 
 Pomp was negro servant to Brownlow, and black as ebony. 
 
38 THE BEBEL FIEND. 
 
 He came running upon his master's solitude thus in the greatest 
 excitement ; terribly frightened with the news he was delivering. 
 
 " Why, Pomp ; in the name of the law what do you mean by all 
 this hubbub ?" his master inquired calmly as he could, under, the 
 provoking circumstances. 
 
 "Hug-bug! — I means, I means," stammered he, panting for 
 breath, with his long run, "dat Gineral Price; de man ye was 
 talking 'bout de wigilence Price; Price ob Liberty, — Liberty creek, 
 I spec, down dar in Missoi;iri I ^^ no\^fast cummin' to catch us 
 all alibe, an kill us and burn us wid fire.— O massa, sabe me! 
 sabe me." 
 
 " Pomp, in the name of the law do you mean to say that the 
 rascally rebel Price. is approaching, in force?" 
 
 " No, no, massa ! He am not cumrain' in de name ob de law 
 Dare am no law here now. But he am cummin' like de debil in 
 force, — widout any remorse ; yah, yah, — to scatter and tar and clar 
 us all away." 
 
 " But Pomp, where did you find this precious bit of news ?" 
 
 " As I was goin' to de Pos' Office wid de letters, I stop in de 
 tabern, an a man on a horse, a horseman, you know, rid down paa 
 de street, like as ef de debil was arter him, sah, tind he hollered 
 out loud as he could bawl, 'De rebels am cummin', — Price am 
 cummin'." 
 
 " Oh yes, father ; they come, they cnme. Haste this way or 
 we are all undone," cried Martha, rushing on the scene as they 
 emerged from the woody glen. •' fly, father; fly, or we shall be 
 feaptured, by the monster. Price. Haste ; let us fly to some place 
 of safety, until our friends, the Union forces, are prepared for 
 battle. haste, haste; they co!iie;*they come." 
 
 "Let them come. They shall not take us without a fight ; so 
 Pomp, we must fight and retreat, until we reach our friends," 
 and away they dashed through the woods to emerge again in an 
 opposite direction, from whence their foes were pursuing them, 
 "Pomp making the forest resound with "Oh! oh! de debils am 
 cummin," as he run. Amid all the noise and tumult of flight, 
 Freedom slept on, and the Rebel Fiend stealthily approached where 
 he lay locked in profound sleep, and chuckling, with his fair side 
 towards him, softly muttered, "Sleep on, O Freedom; sleep on, my 
 old foe. Soft be the easy numbers, on this mossy mound, of thy 
 gentle slumbers. Those wreaths of many victories bound round 
 thy war scarred brow, contrast strangely and shade "in fair relief 
 these later chaplets with which I bind thee now. — Sleep on, for 
 me 'tis not in vain, for while ye sleep I reign.'i With hard thorny 
 thongs he succeeded, at length, to effectually bind and secure the 
 god of freedom to the earth where he lay. 
 
 Ab(^ut half a mile away, Colonel Garfield, Emily and Louis 
 Nelson, having effected their escape from prison by killing the 
 
THE REBEL FIEND. 09 
 
 guard, — dashed into tlie woods together; also flying, in the 
 same direction as Parson and Martha Brownlow, from the rebel 
 foe. 
 
 " This way, master, this way !" cried Louis, as he plunged into 
 the dense forest, his?'clothing torn almost from his body in his 
 desperate struggle with Captain Joslyn. Catching his flying wife 
 in his arms, he continued : " Haste, haste, Emily, or they will be oti 
 us presently ! though that white-livered, rascally captain, I think 
 will not be able to follow very closely, with that slug in his thigh. 
 Ah, he falls ! But the rest pass him by. They follow us. Haste> 
 Emily; for God's sake, come, haste away!" As they plunged 
 through a dense thicket a volley of rifle balls whistled through 
 after them. 
 
 In the mean time the Fiend, having been scouting through the 
 forest, again rushed, flourishing his torch and great knife, on 
 Freedom, as he still lay, just arousing himself from his deep sleep. 
 Leaping up, he fiercely drew his sword, and stood prepared to meet 
 the Fiend, not a little to the surprise of the latter. 
 
 " Off! back, thou wily fiend of evil 1" spake Freedom, loudly, 
 which re-echoed on his assailant's ears with a stunning sound. 
 " May I not rest awhile from the tumult of battle without exciting 
 thy envy, thou wretch and foe of man !" 
 
 " Ha, ha, ha, I have thee now ! Down, Freedom, down I" the 
 Fiend cried grufily, savagely, and rushed on Freedom to strike. 
 But the latter, throwing up his sword point, parried the blow 
 intended for his heart, and defiantly exclaimed : " Twin born with 
 man, I am his earliest, latest friend. Tyranny has oft dug deep 
 for me his dungeons. Merciless power, by a thousand fires, has 
 forged, for me his chains, and has smitten me with his scourge 
 and lightning bolts. But Tyranny can never quench the life 
 which Freedom draws from heaven. For, while he deems me 
 bound, behol(J "his links are shivered, and the prison walls fall 
 outward ; and, as springs the flame above the burning pile, I leap 
 forth, armed to the teeth, and the pale oppressor flies." 
 
 " Never !" cried the Fiend, rushing again to the fearful encoun- 
 ter. " To be weak is miserable. Co-existent with Lucifer, son 
 of the morning,, I am, and therefore dare co^jtend with thee. 
 Born of power, I have ever been the foe of man, and shall be to 
 the last. My motto rule or ruin is." 
 . " Then ruin be your end, as it is your aim, and disturb no more 
 my peaceful reign." 
 
 The Fiend now, unsheathing a l&rge sword, exclaimed furiously : 
 " I take you at your word ; I rule by fire and sword. Freedom 
 shall-never reign except I first be slain." 
 
 " Then slain you shall be, should my blade not fail me," 
 Freedom answered bravely, and they rushed together in the 
 shock of battle, while the forest resounded with the roar and 
 
40 THE REBBL FIEND. 
 
 Tattle of rebel cannon and musketry. And again Brownlow, 
 Colonel Garfield, Louis and Pomp appeared on the scene, loading 
 and firing their weapons, in rapid reply to the random aim of 
 their foes — Pomp, jumping about like one possessed, crying: 
 '* Dat's it, Massa Brownlow 1' Do 'em brown ; shoot 'em down, and 
 gib de debils hell. Pour it into 'em ; gib de debils h — ; more 
 dan dey want to take away wid 'em :" while the Fiend, having 
 lost his sword, knocked from his grasp by a powerful blow from 
 ills foe, staggers off, reels and runs away. Freedom, attemping to 
 pursue him to the death, stumbles and falls, and finds, to his great 
 chagrin, that he is yet tied to the earth. 
 
 ■ " This seems enchanted ground I" he ejaculates — with hellish 
 schemes enchanted — secession traps and snares." Soon the flaming 
 evidence of a revenge worthy of the Fiend flashes up all around 
 the place. The forest, the bridges that cross the numerous 
 streams here, the tenement houses, the fences — in short every 
 thing that will burn, even the crops in the earth — are all on fire, 
 blazing by the torch of the " Kebel Fiend, the Scout of Secessia," 
 presenting a terrible tableau — with patriots of freedom flying 
 firom their treacherous foes in the darkened, smoking background — 
 a single emblem of liberty, the stars and stripes, yet appetiring 
 away in the distance, sadly drooping down the flag staff, " amid 
 Jire and smohe, the cannon's roar and sahre^s siroJce." 0, those were 
 soul sickening days of despair to the patriot heart, when the once 
 loyal State of Tennessee was overrun with traitors to the govern- 
 ment and the laws, the rebel fiends of " Secessia 1" 
 
 " Colonel, they are too many for us here," the lion-hearted 
 Brownlow was compelled at length to admit, addressing himself 
 to Colonel Garfield, as they together emerged again from the 
 "burning forest, some distance from their pursuers. " We there- 
 fore better make our way, swift as we can, towards the border, 
 where our friends are more numerous, and preparing, though 
 slowly, yet surely, to crush out this most wicked rebellion at once. 
 With the Union army we can return, and do greater execution 
 than alone." 
 
 " As you say. Parson," said Garfield, " but really I should like 
 to scout round here that I may yet get an opportunity to teach 
 that swaggering uncle of mine, General Buckner they call him, 
 the nice degree of relationship existing betwixt us ; since he has 
 east his lot with conspirators and traitors, I should like to teach 
 him, Parson, how far less to me than a stranger is even tiie kin of 
 brother, that despises and dishonors the banner of the free. The 
 man, or the resemblance of a man, who insults that flag, dishonors 
 me: he is no relative of mine. To such an one my duty is death. 
 Ho, Louis I where have you been ?" 
 
 " The devils, they fired my home and attempted to murder me. 
 I've fired theirs. I'll give them blow for blow, the skulking^ 
 
THE BEBEL FIEND. 41 
 
 8ne«£kiag miscreants!" cried Louis, hoarsely; and, striking his 
 torph against a tree, panted a moment for breath. He had com- 
 mitted another deed of vengeance, and then fled a long distance. 
 '* Yes, golly, massa, yer ought fur to seen de way we burnt 'em- 
 We set dar ole Hog House on fire. Phew, golly, how it did burn 
 do; yer ought fur to seede it. But I would like to got some ob de 
 meat, do," grinned Pomp. 
 
 " What 1 have you fired the Pork Factory ?" 
 
 " He, he 1 yah, yah ! golly, massa, yes ! De Hog Factory am 
 burnin -like blazes to kill. Golly, dey hab plenty ob roast pig 
 now, massa." 
 
 " Yes ; and the wind is fair to-night for it to sweep into ruins 
 half of Nashville. The fiends of furies direct it to the capitol, 
 and by fire purify the place from its corruption and oppression 
 most foul 1" said Louis, flourishing his flaming torch on high. 
 
 "Fearful retribution I how soon follpwing their crimes their 
 'punishment begins!" reflected Brownlow, looking towards the 
 city as the flames burst forth furiously. 
 
 " Ay, Parson, 'tis glorious that we can thus return them double 
 for all they have inflicted on us," said Garfield. 
 
 " But we lose time here, and may lose our lives ; come, let us 
 Away : Heaven be merciful to our foes !" continued Brownlow. 
 
 "The Fates punish them fully and well for all they have done!" 
 replied Garfield. 
 
 " Ay, let the very stars in their courses fight against them, and 
 all\the furies unite to torture them to the full !" said Louis. 
 
 " Yah, yah ! amen to dat ! roast dare hog, dare pork well far 
 dem ! de fires gib dem roast, burnt pig till dey am sick ob pig 
 and secession !" Pomp grinned. 
 
 " Hark ! They are approaching this way in force." 
 
 " Ay, they come, they come ! we must away, away to the bor- 
 ders !" Brownlow urged, and away they sped, fleet as their feet' 
 would bear them. 
 
 The Rebel Fiend, recovering himself and sword, again attacked 
 Freedom before he could get from the forest. Rushing on him 
 he yelled, " Now, by the flashing light of this flame, shall Free- 
 dom be slain 1" 
 
 "Rather by its light my life I regain. And my good trusty 
 sword, for your deeds I shall give you your reward," cried Free- 
 dom, defiaijitly, as they rushed together— their swords ringing 
 together with a clashing, clanging sound. 
 
 " No man of woman born can measure swords with the Son of 
 the Morn," echoed the Fiend. 
 
 "Freedom is not of yroman born. Before man was I am. 
 Blest Nature in her purity first gave me birth. Before the 
 mountains were settled, before the hills was I brought forth; 
 when he prepared the heavens I was there ; when he set a com- 
 
THE REBEL FIEND. 43 
 
 pass on the face of the deep ; when he gave to the sea his decree ; 
 when he appointed the foundations of the earth, then I was by 
 him as one brought up with him, and my delights were with the 
 sons of men. ' While yet our race were few I sat with him to 
 attend the quiet jBock, and watch the stars, and teach the reed to 
 titter simple airs ; and by his side, amid the tangled wo^, did 
 war upon the panther ' and the wolf, then his only foes.^ But 
 again the spirit of the past is on me, and I strike to give liberty' 
 to the captive and full freedom to those that are bound," Freedom 
 ^ exclaimed, again attacking the scout with renewed and terrible 
 vigor. 
 
 " Your boyish rule I dispute, hand to hand and foot to foot," 
 the Fiend chimed. . ' '' 
 
 " Thus do I break the power of the Fiend. When we contend 
 again it shall be to the death. For the day of vengeance is in my 
 heart, and the year of my release has come," Freedom e?:claimed, 
 knocking the weapon from the Fiend's grasp, while, as he fled 
 from the forest howling with pain, Freedom leaned contentedly 
 on his sword, watching his course over the plain. 
 
 Scene Eighth. — Treachery — the spring poisoner — the scout 
 
 ABOUT — FREEDOM AND THE PICKET. 
 
 In the edge of the forest, near the Union encampment, not far 
 from Spring Mills, .on a hazy moonlight evening, a scout may 
 haveJ^een seen darting and dodging about — starting forward into 
 the sombre light, levelling his musket, and, without firing, again 
 recede into the shadow of the trees. It was Louis Nelson, who, 
 still keeping his eyes on some object resembling a large hog, 
 approaching slowly ^nd h^ering round a large spring of water, 
 which supplied that wing of the Union camp. Louis, the scout, 
 muttered, " I think I know that porker — have met him before" — 
 and again levelling his gun at the object, he mutters : " He's the 
 monster that I shot in the hand, and paused me to wound my 
 Emily. Still I will not take his life in this way ; I'll give him a 
 chance." And his gun dropped to the scout's side again. " But 
 I'll take him, though; ay, that I will — alive too. The wretch, 
 he wants to poison that spring, and so this brave Union army 
 here, the rascally wretch." ♦ 
 
 It Was so. Lieutenant Byrnes, disguised in a large hog skin, 
 and gradually approaching the spring on all fours, was just in the 
 act ojt. throwing a large quantity of poison into the water as Louis 
 sprang on him with a yell of vengeance. The traitor, suddenly 
 rising on his feet, nearly succeeded in throwing the scout to tlw 
 ground, and grappling him by the throat. 
 
44 THE REBEL PIKinX 
 
 The picket, who sleepily walked to and frc near the spring 
 deceived by the appearance of the " hog," now laWy aroused and 
 alarmed, discharged his piece, but without effect, further than 
 foolishly to arouse that portion of the camp. 
 
 "-Ha, ha, ha, my fine porker! caught at last, and alive! tried 
 to escape, did ye! but I have you now, my pretty pig!" ex- 
 claimed the scout provokingly. " Tried to throw me, too, did ye ! 
 Yer my prisoner; and I thought I w<5uld just ride ye into camp 
 is the reasoti why I jumped astride of yer back as ye was iown 
 on all fours. Here, ye stupid picket, if I was not a better shot 
 than that you just fired, I'd never look at a gun again ; and we 
 should have lost this precious pig, and you would have gained a 
 luxury from this spring to-morrow in the dessert of arsenic, which 
 would have released you from picket duty here, but to shoulder 
 your musket 'against a sea of troubles,' perhaps, in that ' country 
 from whose bourne,' as the bard has it, ' no traveller returns.' 
 Come, wake up, and help get this porker into camp ; I want to 
 show him up to the general commanding." 
 
 "You cannot pass, sir, without the countersign," said the 
 picket, presenting his musket at ihe scout. 
 
 " Ha, ha, ha ! well, well ! here's a nice mess ! got an important 
 prisoner, a traitor Lieutenant,- and we cannot pass the guard, eh ?" 
 laughed Louis. 
 
 " Call that pig a prisoner ?" grinned the picket. 
 
 "Well, I do — really a valuable porker — caught in the death- 
 deserving act of poisoning the water of the camp. It iS only pro- 
 tracting his misery that I did not shoot him on the spot. Prisoner, 
 show, not your hand, but your face, to the picket, then, perhaps, 
 he will let us pass!" Louis commanded him, facetiously. The 
 trembling traitor reluctantly obeyed the command; and, raising 
 the hog face, exposed his own. But the picture he thus presented 
 to the picket so affrighted him that he exclaimed — giving Louis 
 the countersign himself — "''Lexington.^ For God's sake, scout, 
 haste, take him away." And, being relieved by another taking 
 his post, he followed the scout and his prisoner into camp. The 
 new picket had paced &is post but a few times when he was con- 
 fronted by Freedom, emerging from the forest, and who,, as he 
 attempted to cross the lines, cried: 
 
 " Back, sir, back 1 You cannot 'pass !" 
 
 "What, do you not know me? Will you not allow Freedom to 
 
 " None can pass sir, without the countersign." 
 
 "Not even Freedom?" 
 
 "My orders are imperative, sir; to let none«pass." 
 
 "You do not know me then, — you are young, perhaps; yet you 
 should know well an old warrior, like me, — grown old in battle ; and 
 bearing about me, the deepest scars of many a conflict in Liberty's 
 cause. Then my acquaintances, — my companions in arms are 
 
THE REBEL FIEND. 40 
 
 numerous. My references, — my ancestry are good. But not to 
 prove tedious and antiquated in recounting ; Louis Kossuth fought 
 for me, a few years since, in poor, struggling Hungary, and later 
 still, the noble Garibaldi— Italy's great liberator — has done me good 
 service ;— also the veteran General Winfield Scott, has fought for 
 me faithfully and long. In sooth, I am not too vain to say, that 
 with his noble battle scars crowning his brow and his ripe declining 
 years with victorious wreaths, there is a remarkable resemblance 
 betwixt us. Then there is the youthful, noble-souled General 
 McClellan, has given his life to my service. But I cannot stay 
 to enumerate, — time would fail me to number the noble army of 
 martyrs, who have fought for me. — General George Washington 
 and I fought side by side, for many years; during the early days 
 of the American republic. But later still, General Fremont, and 
 many others know me well.— Young soldier let m6 pass." 
 
 " Sir warrior, I respect you for the dangers through which you 
 have passed ; the conquests you have won, — but you must not 
 pass," said the picket, presenting his musket. > 
 
 " And why not, sir comrade," said Colonel Garfield, coming up 
 to where they stood. '^ " 
 
 " He does not give the word, sir," the picket replied. 
 
 " Oh, I guess he is only tyying you, young soldier. He certainly 
 has our countersign," continued Garfield, conversing with Freedom, 
 
 "Young soldier," said the latter, "I fought at 'Lexington.' " 
 
 " All right," said the picket. 
 
 " Ha, ha, ha I I knew he was all right," laughed Garfield, taking 
 Freedom by the arm and crossing the lines on their way. " Free- 
 dom and I are fast friends. I know him well, young soldier." 
 
 As they neared the head-quarters of the General, Martha Brown- 
 low and Emily Nelson stepped nobly from a tent, bearing a beautiful 
 silk flag, and welcomed Freedom and Colonel General Garfield, it 
 is now, by charmingly singing "jTAe Star-Spangled Banner J^ 
 
 Scene Ninth. — The contraband's carnival — fall of fort 
 
 DONALDSON — TRIUMPH OF FREEDOM — DEATH OF THE REBEL 
 FIEND — BROWNLOW'S HAPPY RET^JRN HOME — JOY — CONCLU- 
 SION — "OUR FLAG STILL THERE." 
 
 Just back of the Union camp, at the slave-quarters, Pomp, sur- 
 
 ' rounded by a large number of contrabands, — men, women and 
 
 children ; was, one fine sunny day, cutting up all sorts of antics, — 
 
 laughing, singing, and enjoying himself as best he could, in his 
 
 osTn inimitable style. 
 
 " Ha, ha, yah, yah !" he laughed. " Lilly, I'se so glad yer cum. — I 
 dun no what to do wid myself. De yur ob Jubilee am cum, an I'se 
 so glad ; yah, yah. De day ob de pentecost am cumrmin' ; and I'se 
 berry happy. I say Lilly ; my lubly dear, Gineral Fremont am a 
 great mountain. De great stone what we read 'bout, you know ; 
 
46 THE REBBL FIEND. 
 
 what smite de image of treason, le great Juggernaut, de big idol 
 ob de South, you know; on de feet, and set all de niggers free. — 
 Ha, ha, yah, yah ; and I'se terry hazzard happy like. Golly ; Lilly, 
 he am de mountain ob freedom:" Thus the happy black expressed 
 his joy, at his prospect of libert}^ to Lilly, his betrothed ; a jet black 
 contraband, embellishing his odd speeches with various grimaces 
 and antics, leaping and frisking about like one possessed. 
 
 "Lilly, as we used to sing down in de meetin', we shall coine to 
 Mount Zion, wid songs and wid laughin', kase we am free,— yah, 
 yah. Golly, Lilly ; guess Massa Fremont am de Mount Zion. Let 
 us go see him, Lilly. Massa Fremont de man what would set all 
 de poor niggers free." 
 
 " O yes, Fomp ; I should like to see de great Fremont. Heaven 
 bress massa Fremont, and gib de debils Jessie." 
 
 "No, no; Lilly yer don't mean dat. What; gib Jessie to de 
 debil. Why Lilly, my lub; does yer knoAV dat Jessie am de 
 Gineral's mudder ; or no, I don't mean dat,— I mean his wife ; his 
 aid-decamp, you know. Why she am de one what plan all his 
 battles," 
 
 " Golly, Pomp ; I nebber knowed dat. — How yer find it out ? 
 Whar did ye git yer larnin' from, Pomp ?" 
 
 "He, he; hi, hi! Golly, Lilly; ye make me feel as I was 
 sumting, suah," grinned Pomp, strutting about, and putting on the 
 most absurd air of supposed dignity. " An I say, Lilly, we will 
 be sumting sum consequence, too ; — kase dey am goin' to ederficate 
 de poor nigger, — Fore God, Lilly, de brack man ' still libs.'' But 
 how I know 'bout Jessie, I will tell yer, my lub :--yer see I was 
 hangin' round de camp, one day ; I sede de Gineral and his 
 sogers round him, and in de middle, Jessie ; his woman, yer know; 
 and I watch my chance, and when she want a bucket o' water I 
 jumped at de bucket, went to de spring, an had de water at her 
 feet, while der servant was looking fur de. bucket. And when I 
 cum dar I sede her wid a big penin her hand, with a great big 
 paper befor her, what de white folks calls a mop or map, I dun no 
 which ; anyhow, I tuk it to be a mop ob de shampane, or de plan 
 ob de big battle, 'bout to be fit." 
 
 •' But Pomp, what did missus Jessie want wid so much water?" 
 Lilly inquired, while Pomp straightening himself up, honored by 
 the inquiry, said, " To bile more ivk, to plan annoder battle — 
 annoder shampane. And dat am de lady, Lilly, what yer said jus 
 now to gib to de debil. Lilly dat won't do, — we couldn't do w^id- 
 
 out her yit r" 
 
 "No, no. Pomp! I didn't mean dat— I only meant for Massa 
 Fremont, to gib de debils — dem bad soger men, what cum from 
 Georgy, Tennessee, and udder places down south, to fight us — 
 'Jessie,' dat is lick em good, so dey won't cum back any more; 
 gib em blazes, you no ; an plenty wat dey calls, little more grapes" 
 " Yah, yah 1 Dat am de talk, Lilly, — gib dem grapes, wid stones 
 
THE- REBEL FIEND. 47 
 
 in em so tarnation big dut dey can't swaller em ; but choke dem 
 to defth. Gib dem grapes dat shall fer eber be sower to dem. 
 But Lilly, lub, let us call on Massa Fremont 'bout it." 
 
 They danced and laughed away,, followed by tlie whole con- 
 course of promiscuous contrabands. "Dar, look dar ; annodet 
 debil rebel gone," said Pomp, dancing and leaping before Lilly, 
 and pointing to the body of the traitor Byrnes, hanging from the 
 gibbet. 
 
 "The wretch is executed at last, and so on him I am avenged," 
 said Louis Nelson to Garfield, as they passed by together for 
 another part of the encampment. 
 
 "Yes," replied the latter, "and the commonwealth is relieved 
 of a very useless member, and the country at large, rid of one 
 villain — one traitor more. So should all traitors die. l^it Louis, 
 let us to horse; the rebels are advancing on us in force. To horse, 
 to horse ; and charge on them for your home. — For your country 
 charge, — the Government and the Laws." 
 
 "Aye, aye, Colonel! Lead on, — we strike now for the Union 
 and Liberty's cause." 
 
 And away they rode, leading the advancing columns of the Union 
 forces at Spring Mills, directing their course through the thickest 
 of the fray, amid the roar of the cannon, the incessant rattle of 
 musketry, the flashing of sabres, and the clang of arms generally. 
 Louis, dashing on recklessly through the incessant storm of leaden 
 hail, that rattled in death-dealing showers around them on every 
 side, as his noble charger fell under him, pierced by a dozen bullets, 
 he drew his sword to guard, just in time to save his life from a 
 desperate plunging blow from the Kebel Fiend, who, having been 
 in all parts of the field on his bloody work, espied Louis, the Scout, 
 and singled him out as a shining mark for his weapon. But the 
 blow was dexterously parried, and a hand-to-hand encounter soon 
 ensued between them. " Monster fiend, ye omist be of the devil 
 born," cried Louis, in revenge, "or yet of sterner stuff than my 
 good blade is made.. For thrice has my trusty steel pierced thy 
 garments through, and still thou -art before me, strong with life as 
 ever. But slay thee yet I will. — For to be revenged I've sworn." 
 . "Ha! My life immortal is; — no man of woman born can ever 
 slay Lucifer's Son of the Morn," echoed the Fiend, thrusting des- 
 perately. But Louis closing with him, grasped his cloak, out of 
 which the fiend, being hardly pressed, slipped and fled the field. 
 
 " He fights as one possessing, indeed, a charmed life. When we 
 contend again I shall know," said Louis, in disappointment, still 
 gras^tng the coarse cloak, and gazing revengefully after the flying 
 form of the Rebel Scout. 
 
 "Follow them, boys, — on boys, on. They fly, they fly," ex- 
 claimed Parson Brownlow, encouraging the ipen to. pursue the 
 fcraitors to the death. 
 
 ^' Aye, go in boys ; on and onward still. We've got 'em now, 
 
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 48 THE REBEL FIEND. 
 
 Pour it into 'era. Give 'em h — 11, and 'Hail Columbia," shouted 
 the eccentric Garfield, drawing off his coat and throwing it up into 
 a tree, dashing over the field after the flying foe. His brave and 
 hardy men followed his example, throwing up their caps into the 
 air with a wild shout, rushed after their daring and noble leader 
 with the wildest enthusiasm. 
 
 "Colonel, the traitor. General Zollickoffer is killed, — shot 
 through the heart ; and his whole command is completely routed," 
 shouted Louis, as he dashed past his former master into the thickest 
 of tlie fray, flying over the wounded as they lay in his way, the 
 dying and the dead, after the routed enemy, who were scattering 
 and flying from the fijeld in the wildest disorder. 
 
 '' That's glorious news. Pour it into 'em, boys, -and drive, the 
 traitors from the land," yelled Garfield to his men, "Look there, 
 boys, that's a grand hand-to-hand encounter. — Take a lesson from 
 that." 
 
 Freedom and the Fiend, hand-to-hand, were contending in a dis- 
 tant part of the field, isolated almost from the rest of the combatants. 
 • " Tyrant, wretch ; base fiend of evil. If more than man, then 
 not less than devil ; we meet again, in this unholy war. Man's 
 tempter still, why do you haunt me evermore," shouted Freedom, 
 as with his sword he pressed back and bore the Fiend nearly to the 
 ground ; but the Fiend recovering, started up, exclaiming, 
 
 "Vain dotard of antiquity ! Thy silly taunts have no effect on 
 me. My charmed life, I live o'er and o'er ; I reign henceforth 
 fore verm ore." 
 
 "Prophet false, base thing of evil, union is of- love, disunion of 
 the devil. Leave us no more thy black deeds as a token ; get thee 
 back to Pluto's shore ; leave our liberties ^nbi'oken ; and with 
 treason curse our land no more," Freedom shouted, with all his 
 strength, as they again came together, in the terrible, fatal conflict. 
 Overborne by Freedom, the rugged Rebel Fiend fell ; sank down 
 exhausted, beneath his well used sword, drawing which from his 
 heart — dripping withhis dark and corrupt blood, he drew his sword 
 on high, and leaping on the dead body of the Fiend, stood on it in 
 triumph. While the welkin rung, again and again, with the 
 hilarious shouts of victory from the noble ranks of the Union 
 army over Forts Henry, Donaldson, and New Madrid, the traitors 
 ate driven from Kentucky, Missouri and Tennessee ; and the 
 abused and persecutedBrownlow ; Martha, his heroic and faithful 
 daughter ; Emily Ifelson, the simple, yet noble wife of Louis, the 
 avenged husband and Union Scout ; and Colonel, now Brigadier- 
 General Lemuel Garfield, may safely return to their homes, es- 
 corted by the Union victors. 
 
 Pomp, the eccentric ebony idol of jet black Lilly, the contra- 
 band.; his. bride, of course, followed. But Garfield had the satis- 
 faction of seeing the tables fully turned on his old foe aa he so 
 ably assisted in taking prisoner General Buckner. 
 
THE RE]8KL FIEND. 
 
 49 
 
 Theirs was a happy return, an they joyously re-entered their old 
 homestead ; and Martha, after singing with Emily, " Columbia the 
 gem of the Ocean," — looking from the same window out on the 
 beautiful lawn surrounding the; place, exclaimed again, but now 
 with tears of joy, 
 
 " Father, ' Our flag is still ther.e.^ " 
 
 "Yes, daughter, and 'Long may it wave, 
 O^or the land of the free, and the home of the hrave,^^^ 
 "Welled up from the heart of that persecuted man, and fell from 
 his lips in response, earnest and warm, as the true heart's sincerest 
 prayer. 
 
 '' Yes 1 May our good old flag, — liberty's noble ensign,' be for 
 ever honored and loved at home ; and respected on every sea,'' 
 concluded Parson Brownlow's pure and patriotic daughter. 
 
 HISS BROWKLOW, THK HBROINB OF TENNESSB& 
 
riKND OF SECESeiA.