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
After he had eaten all the scraps of ham remaining on the bone, Darius
set about making a more thorough examination of our refuge, beginning
with the small shutter at the top of the building which was used when,
the meat having been cured, it was desired to clear the place of
smoke.
"What are you doing up there?" my father asked when the old sailor
clambered on the logs to get at the shutter.
"Makin' sure we can keep a lookout in case things get too hot," Darius
replied with a laugh. "I'm allowin' this shutter can be swung open a
crack without its bein' noticed from the outside."
He had no more than opened the window when an exclamation burst from
his lips, and without delay I clambered up beside him.
From this point of vantage we had a fairly good view of what was going
on near about the Capitol building, and my heart beat fast and
furiously with fear as I saw the enemy advancing.
"There seems to be the biggest part of the British army," Darius said,
pointing in the direction of the burying-ground, where I could see the
soldiers bivouacking for the night; but nearer at hand were two
officers, evidently high in command--General Ross and Admiral
Cockburn, as I afterward learned--, with an escort of three or four
hundred men, riding directly toward us.
Within full view of our hiding-place was a dwelling standing near the
government building, and as we gazed I saw the flash of a musket come
from this house, when the horse on which the general was riding fell
dead, carrying the officer to the ground with him in what looked to be
an ugly fall.
"That's a fool trick!" Darius cried angrily when no other sign of
attack could be seen or heard. "A crazy man must have fired that shot,
which can do no other good than to make the enemy hot to inflict some
punishment!"
We saw a score or more of the escort rush to the assistance of the
officer, while the remainder of the soldiers were wheeled about to
face the dwelling.
I was confident that they would fire a volley into the house, and,
indeed, I could well have excused such a course, considering the
provocation; but instead of this a squad of men were told off to enter
the building, as we saw when the force ran forward on the double-quick
with fixed bayonets.
By this time, as may well be imagined, all our party, with the
exception of my father, were clinging to the timbers of the building
that a view might be had of what was going on outside, and Darius,
ever mindful of others, took it upon himself to keep our invalid
informed of what was being done.
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