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
Jerry, who reads each day what I write, says that by putting down the
account of what we of the flotilla did, I am blowing my own horn; but
I do not so consider it, since the fact is a matter of history, and if
we won praise on that disastrous day, then we should boast of it to
the end that the picture may not be so black.
And now to return to us of the Avenger who were fugitives, without any
idea of where safety might be found.
Strange to say, not one of us had been wounded, while many a better
man close beside us had met his death.
Darius took it upon himself to lead our party, and right willing were
we to have him act as commander, though I question if he really knew
where he was going when we left the bloody field.
There is no shame in my heart when I set it down that we ran from the
enemy, and did our level best at that game; the order to retreat had
been given after we had done all that might have been expected from
well seasoned troops, and to have remained longer would have been a
useless sacrifice.
By instinct, rather than deliberation, Darius led us southward, close
on the heels of several hundred men, all of whom were quite as eager
as we to keep out of the enemy's clutches.
To the best of my knowledge the British did not pursue; they had won a
victory, but in so doing received quite as much of a drubbing as was
needed, and officers as well as privates were willing to remain on the
hard-earned field.
I believe it was a full hour before Darius would allow us to slacken
the pace, and then we were well among the foremost of the fugitives.
By this time we were so nearly winded that it was impossible to
continue the flight without a breathing spell, and the old man allowed
us to halt when we were close upon the city.
We could see that our people were bearing to the west, in order to
give Washington a wide berth, and, when it was possible to speak
because of my heavy breathing, I asked Darius where he proposed to go.
"That's what I haven't rightly made up my mind on," the old man said
thoughtfully. "It stands to reason that the enemy will, sooner or
later, try to make as many prisoners as possible, an' I'm allowin'
that those fellows ahead are bound to have a hot time of it before
they're many hours older. If we could only get down the river!"
"But we can't, an' that much is certain," Jerry said petulantly.
"Perhaps you've got another scheme in your head, since the oyster
business turned out so well," and it is possible that I spoke
sharply, realizing with bitterness just then that but for my
partner's proposition to sell fish to the fleet I might never have
discovered I owed my country a duty, and, consequently, would not at
that moment be hunted down, or in danger of it.
"Perhaps I have," Jerry replied quietly, giving no heed to my
disagreeable manner of speaking.
"What is it, lad?" Darius asked curiously. "I take it that at such a
time as this a bit of advice, no matter from whom it comes, is well
worth listenin' to."
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