"Downright Fighting": The Story of Cowpens — John Shaqi
"Downright Fighting": The Story of CowpensFleming, Thomas J.
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"Downright Fighting": The Story of Cowpens
Fleming, Thomas J.
Cowpens National Battlefield (S.C.); Cowpens, Battle of, Cowpens, S.C., 1781
In the narrative that follows, Thomas Fleming, a historian with the
skills of a novelist, tells the authentic, dramatic story that climaxed
on the next morning. In his fully fleshed chronicle, intimate in detail
and rich in insights, he relates the complex events that took shape in
the Southern colonies after the War of the Revolution stalemated in the
north. He describes the British strategy for conquering the rebel
Americans and the Americans’ counterstrategy. An important part of this
story is an account of the daringly unorthodox campaign of
commander-in-chief George Washington’s trusted lieutenant Nathanael
Greene, who finally “flushed the bird” that Washington caught at
Yorktown. Upon reading _Downright Fighting_, one understands why the
Homeric battle between two splendid antagonists on the morning of
January 17, 1781, became the beginning of the end of the British hold on
America.
—George F. Scheer
[Illustration: Scattered hardwoods gave Morgan’s skirmishers
protection and helped deflect Tarleton’s hard-riding dragoons sent
out to drive them in. The battle opened at sunrise, in light similar
to this scene.]
Part 1
“Downright Fighting”
The Story of Cowpens.
_by Thomas J. Fleming_
[Illustration: British and Continental dragoons clash in the opening
minutes of battle. From Frederick Kimmelmeyer’s painting, “The
Battle of Cowpens,” 1809.]
The Anatomy of Victory
1
All night the two men rode northwest along the muddy winding roads of
South Carolina’s back country. Twice they had to endure bone-chilling
swims across swollen creeks. Now, in the raw gray cold of dawn, they
faced a more formidable obstacle—the wide, swift Pacolet River. They
rode along it until they found the ford known as Grindal Shoals.
Ordinarily, it would have been easy to cross. But the river was high.
The icy water lapped at their thighs as the weary horses struggled to
keep their feet in the rushing current. “Halt,” snarled a voice from the
river bank. “Who goes there?”
“Friend,” said the lead rider, 25-year-old Joseph McJunkin.
The sentry barked the password for the night. McJunkin and his
companion, James Park, did not know the countersign. McJunkin told the
sentry he had an important message for General Morgan. The sentry told
him not to move or he would put a hole through his chest. He called for
the captain of the guard. The two riders had to sit there in the icy
river while the captain made his way to the bank. Once more McJunkin
insisted he had a message for General Morgan. It was from Colonel
Pickens. It was very important.
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