Caught him at last.For some weeks past, ‘"a big yaller man with a black dog."’ has been the terror of the darkes, and not a few of the whites in this vicinity. He has peeped in at cabin windows, taken bread out of kitchen ovens, and otherwise braved detection. This he has done by the assistance of said ‘"black dog,"’ which would invariably back up his master with a ‘"low growl"’ whenever an alarmed African would intimate such a thing as calling up the ‘"white population."’ But ‘"to our tale."’ One day last week, three of our watchful citizens happened to learn the whereabouts of an old well in the neighborhood, much caved at the sides and rather shallow, in which this night walker was said to make his lodgment by day. The fact having been confirmed to them by sufficient proof, the energetic trio field a council of war immediately, and having supplied themselves with pistols, ammunition, knives, and two or three old horseman's a words, set out resolutely to surprise the daring villain in his well selected den. And it was well they went prepared, as the sequel will show. ‘"Fellows,"’ said the stout man of the party, when they were nearing the scene of action, ‘"they say this bigger, or injun, or Abolitionist, whatever be is, stands six foot in his stockings and totes guns We had better stop and talk over this matter"’ Upon which the short man remarked, "There's some of the boys in the village knows already we are gone to take him, for I happened to mention it, just before leaving; and how can we get around doing something ? ‘"Well now,"’ said No. 1 ‘"that's a poor way for you to go and do — to go and tell about it before we found out how things was"’ ‘"Where's that tickler ?"’ suggested No. 3, the small man of the concern; and having applied it vigorously to his lips to the extent of seven or eight long-metre guggles, continued, ‘"By George, men, we must put the thing through somehow. So, here's for the thicket"’ Now, the well was in this thicket; and our three armed knights advanced within its lonesome recesses in solid column, determined to act in unison, whatever might occur. The first movement after the well hove in sight gave evidence of their complete discipline in this respect; for no sooner had a stray cow rushed through the bushes, startled by their stealth by tread, than they simultaneously wheeled and unanimously retreated to the sun-shine. But this would not do. The tickler had but one more round aboard, and it was ‘"now or never."’ Bracing themselves for the rally, with everything drawn and cocked, they again advanced with closed ranks, and having approached within fifteen feet of the brink, cut spake No. 1: ‘"If you are in there, sir, it's no use to say no."’ (Precisely what No. 1 meant by this affirmation, it is difficult to determine; but he became more intelligible as the ice gradually thawed) ‘"You are here, sir, against the law, and you had better be leaving. "’ (An evident sound from the well at this moment drove the speaker to sudden desperation)--‘"We are armed with double barrel guns, and pistols, and bowie- knives, and it's as much as your life's worth to lift your head out of that well. Don't you do it, if you know what's for your own good."’ ‘"Fell him,"’ hastily interjected No. 2, ‘"that there's a hundred people out here"’ ‘"Yes,"’ gathered up No. 1, ‘"there's two hundred people close about, all around, every-where our here Nobody wants to hurt you, if you won't hurt us. So, put down your arms friend, and say you give up."’ Another and a harsher sound from the well increased the excitement of the storming party. They shouted, swore, cracked pine limbs, and in every possible way strove to convince the beleaguered ‘"yaller man"’ that he was surrounded by over whelming odds. The violent excess of their theatrical efforts, superadded to the several doses from the tickler, all taking effect at once, had brought our trio to the very verge of the well before they knew it. Suddenly silence possesses them — a tumult in the cavernous hiding place is again heard — it increases — it is surely coming up — arms and accoutrements are huddled together, and the word is half out, ‘"every man take care of himself"’ --when lo ! the enemy cries aloud in three several tremendous notes of surrender — bah ! bah ! bah ! Our reporter, who was in a dense cedar bush, not far off, saw but little more. Something was said about the ‘"d — d old goat,"’ and a mutual pledge was given never to mention the affair to anybody. The stout man complained of feeling sorter sick and said he ‘ "believed he would go home this near cut."’ The small man said he would ‘ "go down the creek and see if he couldn't catch a perch"’ While No. 2, draining the last drop in the tickler, spied about to see if the coast was clear and took the road as boldly as if he had never heard a goat bleat in all his life. Where is it that Byron says:
‘ "Of the three hundred grant but three
To make a new Thermopylæ."
’ [Edgefield Advertiser.