Commodore Barney's Young Spies: A Boy's Story of the Burning of the City of WashingtonOtis, James
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Commodore Barney's Young Spies: A Boy's Story of the Burning of the City of Washington
Otis, James
Washington (D.C.) -- History -- Capture by the British, 1814 -- Juvenile fiction
"We've got a guarantee for more than she cost; but at the same time
I'd rather have her than a better one," Jerry said promptly, and I put
my hand in his, for he had spoken that which was in my heart.
Then we fell to talking for at least the tenth time of how the work of
destruction would be accomplished, and while we were thus engaged
Darius came alongside.
"You lads can turn in," he said as he clambered over the rail.
"Mitchell has just come up the river with the news that the Britishers
are makin' camp less'n two miles below. We shan't see 'em to-night;
but they're likely to be here mighty early in the mornin'."
"Some of us must stay up to do the cooking," I replied, thinking of
the meal the lieutenant had ordered.
"I'll call you in case Frazier don't change his mind about it, but I
reckon he'll be willin' to wait for breakfast."
"Are you going to stay on board?"
"I shall be here off an' on; just now we're goin' to inspect each
craft, so's to make certain the flames can be started quickly, for
there's no longer any chance but that the fleet must be destroyed."
CHAPTER XIII.
BURNING THE VESSELS.
It seemed to me much like disastrous defeat to burn the flotilla on
the approach of the enemy, without making any effort whatsoever to
defend it, and for the time I believed that Darius and all those who
bragged so much about Commodore Barney's fighting qualities, were
making idle talk, otherwise he would have attempted to hold his own,
no matter how great the odds against him.
At the time I failed to realize that our fleet of small boats amounted
to nothing, as compared with either city which the British was
threatening, and that the commodore never showed himself to be a
better fighter than when he allowed the enemy to spend their time with
a lot of boats of little value, while he was marching his men across
country to aid in the defense of Washington.
One can readily fancy that we lads were not much inclined for sleep
when Darius brought word that we might turn in.
It was definitely known that the British were only two miles away, and
would make no prolonged halt until after striking a blow at our fleet.
In fact, it was possible they might approach within an hour, the halt
having been called only to make us believe they would not attempt to
do any mischief during the night.
We gathered aft, but with no desire to go below, and stood there
leaning far out over the rail with eyes and ears open for some token
of the coming foe.
It was possible to distinguish even in the gloom a boat which was
pulled from one craft to another, stopping only a few seconds at each
vessel, and we knew the lieutenant and Darius were making their
rounds.
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