James Scott

Uncle Philip Williams, grandfather's older brother participated (at the  
battle of King's Mountain) ... The British and their red-skin allies were    
posted on a spur of the mountain, and the patriot troops had to advance up   
the side of it during the attack. The fighting was severe, and for some time 
the advance was slow ... From the position which Uncle Philip occupied he    
had a very clear view of the field in front, the obstacles being few. The    
firing was only desultory, each man being his own commander, as was then     
common in Indian battles. Uncle Philip observed that there was a fallen      
tree in front of them, the butt end of which was pointed directly toward     
him, and it seemed to be hollow. Every little while he noticed a puff of     
white smoke curl out of the end of this tree trunk, and each time a patriot  
soldier was either killed or wounded. He conjectured that there was an       
Indian concealed in it, and acting upon this thought he fired a charge       
directly into the end of the log. He saw no more puffs of smoke come out of  
there. Very soon after this the enemy gave way, the Colonists advanced at a  
charge, and the day was won. After the battle was over Uncle Philip related  
the circumstances to some of his comrades, whereat it was proposed to go to  
the spot and ascertain the result of his shot. Upon reaching the hollow log  
and instituting an investigation they found an Indian lying dead within ...  
Judge A.B. Williams ... in 1850 ... then a very young man, was at the        
residence of Judge James Scott, in Pike county, (Arkansas). The latter had   
passed the middle age of life, and was very fond of reciting reminiscences   
of the early days and of how his ancestors had suffered at the hands of the  
Tories in South Carolina. His father had fought in the battle of King's      
Mountain, and he related to Judge Williams the story of the soldier shooting 
into the end of the log, killing the Indian, returning after the battle was  
over and finding his dead body, which, he said, his father witnessed, and he 
had often heard him tell the story, though he could not recall the name of   
the soldier. Judge Williams, having often heard his grandfather recount the  
same incident, knew that Uncle Philip must have been the man. Corroboration  
of such incidents among the descendants of those good and brave men after    
the lapse of many years should make us very tender in our criticisms of      
their wondrous stories, about which we are sometimes half inclined to accuse 
them of shooting with a long bow.                                            
                                S.H. Williams                                
271 Franklin St., Chicago                                                    
Washington Press, 1886, Samuel H. Williams, Memorabilia, No. XXXII. Excerpt. 
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