He was absolutely without even Marion's rations, the potatoes with which he dined the British officer!
Calling for my horse, I said: General, I think I can find relief in town among my friends; wait until I return.
I rode over to Colonel Cadwalladar Jones's. This beautiful old home of a hospitable race—noted for a century for all that was grand and good in human nature—and I laid the situation in the strongest language I could command before the venerable lady, who, bowed down in grief at the loss of a son, Robin Jones, killed at the head of his men under the command of the noble soldier who was now begging through me, bread of his broken-hearted mother with which to feed the chiefs of the cause for which he had so nobly given his life.
She instantly arose to the occasion and said: William, go back and tell General Hampton not to be troubled, I will have everything prepared in time and send it over.
At the hour named a plantation wagon was driven up to General Hampton's head