all around. The engagement lasted an hour and five minutes, the greater part of which a heavy and incessant fire was kept up on both sides. Our men, in some parts where the regulars fought, were obliged to give way a distance, two or three times, but rallied and returned with additional ardor to the attack. The troops upon the right having gained the summit of the eminence, obliged the enemy to retreat along the summit of the ridge to where Colonel Cleaveland commanded, and were there stopped by his brave men. A flag was immediately hoisted by Captain Depeyster, the commanding officer (Major Ferguson having been killed a little before), for a surrender. Our fire immediately ceased, and the enemy laid down their arms (the greater part of them charged) and surrendered themselves prisoners at discretion. It appears from their own provision returns for that day, found in their camp, that their whole force consisted of eleven hundred and twenty-five men, out of which they sustained the following loss: “Of the regulars, one major, one captain, two sergeants, and fifteen privates killed; thirty-five privates wounded, left on the ground not able to march; two captains, four lieutenants, three ensigns, one surgeon, five sergeants, three corporals, one drummer, and forty-nine privates taken prisoners. “Loss of the Tories: two colonels, three captains, and two hundred and one killed; one major and one hundred and twenty-seven privates wounded, and left on the ground not able to march. One colonel, twelve captains, eleven lieutenants, two ensigns, one quartermaster, one adjutant, two commissaries, eighteen sergeants, and six hundred privates taken prisoners. “Total loss of the enemy, eleven hundred and five men at King’s Mountain. “Given under our hands at camp. “BENJA. CLEAVELAND, ISAAC SHELBY, WM. CAMPBELL.” [Illustration: KING’S MOUNTAIN BATTLE-GROUND.] _THE BATTLE OF KING’S MOUNTAIN._ I. You ask your grandsire hoary To tell you of the day, When, in his lusty manhood’s prime, To fight he took his way. So here beside our cabin, Deep in the Baptist Yale, While sinks the sun within the west, And light begins to fail— Upon the lofty summit, Before the set of sun, I’ll tell you how by mountaineers The battle-field was won. II. In Southern Carolina Cornwallis settled down; And Forguson twelve hundred led, In pride from Gilbert Town. For Gates was crushed at Camden, And only Marion’s band Lay, but a remnant of itself, Within the low swamp-land. The cause was hid in darkness, And few expected dawn, For strength had fled, and fire was dead, And even hope was gone. Then spoke old Evan Shelby To Campbell and Sevier— “Shall base maurauders revel thus, As we sit idle here?