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
"I don't believe we are warranted in stealing," he said, "no matter
what might be accomplished, neither do I think it safe to confide in
any stranger whom you should meet; but the begging proposition, if
carried out properly, comes nearer filling the bill than anything
else."
"What do you call doin' it properly?" Jerry asked.
"There must be oystermen in port, either here, at Georgetown, or
Alexander, and the chances are you would know some of them. Go round
the water front, and see what can be found. Then try the other towns,
and I'll guarantee you can strike an acquaintance somewhere. After
that everything is simple, for you may borrow a rope without fear that
information will be lodged against you."
"Come on, Amos!" Jerry cried, springing to his feet in excitement.
"Your father has hit upon the very plan, an' we were thick-headed not
to have thought of it at first!"
There was no time to be lost, more particularly in case we should be
forced to visit the two towns mentioned; but I believe that we would
really be forwarding the business if we delayed long enough to get
something to eat, and my comrades were of the same opinion.
Jim had tried his hand at making bread by mixing flour and water
together, and baking the stuff in an old tin pan over the embers of
the tavern ruins. It was possible to eat the mixture, and that was the
best that could be said, therefore we satisfied our hunger with raw
bacon and imitation bread, which did not require very many minutes.
Jim and both the other fellows were eager to go with Jerry and me; but
they would not be able to forward matters, and it seemed like taking
too many risks to make our party so large, therefore we decided that
they must stay in the smoke-house as before, a decision which was not
to their liking, although neither of the lads made any protest.
Then Jerry and I set out, after listening to such advice as my father
had to give, and began the search on the Eastern Branch.
There were but few vessels in port; the greater number of those that
remained when the enemy entered the Potomac had run up the river as
high as possible lest they be destroyed, and we did not find an oyster
pungy until we were well over toward Georgetown.
It was then near noon, and Jerry and I decided that if the captain of
the boat before us looked like an honest seaman, we would take the
chances of telling him so much of our story as might be necessary,
rather than run the risk of not finding another craft of the kind.
There were no sign of life on deck; but as we went over the rail the
companion-way hatch was opened a few inches, and some one cried:
"What's wanted? This vessel is hauled up for repairs, an' there's
nobody here but me--the keeper."
"Will you let us come below for a short time?" I asked, and the hatch
was closed very suddenly as the voice cried emphatically:
"No; my orders are to allow no company here."
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