Identifier: sparksfromcampfi00gree (find matches)
Title: Sparks from the camp fire : thrilling stories of heroism, adventure, daring and sufferng
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Greene, Charles S
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Anecdotes
Publisher: New York : W. A. Houghton
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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asts eyes, but hesitated to fire; for that
one report might bring on him a volley from the
shore. Meantime the strength of the dog careened the
frail craft so much that the water rushed over the side,
threatening to swamp her. He changed his tactics, threw
his revolver into the bottom of the skiff, and grasping
his bowie, keen as a Malay creese, and glittering as he
released it from the sheath, like a moonbeam on the
stream. In an instant he had severed the sinewy throat
of the hound, cutting through the brawn and muscle to
the nape of the neck. The tenacious wretch gave a wild,
convulsive leap half out of the water, then sank; and was
gone. Five minutes pulling landed the spy on the other
side of the river, and in an hour after, without further
accident, he was among friends, encompassed by the
Northern lines.
THE NEGRO TILLMAN'S NARRATIVE.
The schooner S. J. Waring had started on a voyage to
Buenos Ayres, in Montevideo, with an assorted cargo,
which, with the vessel; was valued at a hundred thousand
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THE NEGRO TILLMAN'S NARRATIVE. 23
dollars. There were on board the captain and mate;
William Tillman, steward, a native of Delaware, 27 years
old, who has followed the sea for ten years; Wm. Sted-
ding, seaman; Donald McLeod, seaman, of Cape Breton,
Nova Scotia, 30 years of age; and Bryce Mackinnon, a
passenger.
On the 7th of July, 1861, they fell in with the Jeff.
Davis, and a prize crew of five were put aboard who
were unarmed. To use the language of Tillman, They
run ten days and didn't find Charleston. They were,
however, only fifty miles south of Charleston, and one
hundred to the eastward. On the voyage they treated
me the best kind of way and talked the best kind of
talk. One day the first lieutenant of the pirates was sitting
in the cabin, cross-legged, smoking, and he said to me——
"When you go down to Savannah, I want you to go to
my house, and I will take care of you."
I thought, continued the negro, "Yes, you will take
care of me when you get me there." I raised my hat,
and said——

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