Commodore Barney's Young Spies: A Boy's Story of the Burning of the City of Washington — John Shaqi
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
Now it was that I began to feel glad because of having said nothing in
opposition to joining Commodore Barney's fleet. By hanging back while
all the others were taking up arms, I would be ranging myself on the
side of Elias Macomber, which would have caused me to be ashamed of
myself, for he was by no means a reputable citizen.
However glad I might be because I had refrained, or been prevented,
from saying that which would have made it appear as if I took sides
with the British, I was in nowise reconciled to the idea of going
where the bullets were like to be flying, and, after putting Jim and
his friend aboard the Avenger, I pulled back to the shore in anything
rather than a cheerful frame of mind.
Darius was waiting for me, and he must have run every step of the way
from the river to my father's home. He had with him a small bundle
wrapped in one of mother's blankets, and said as he pulled the bow of
the canoe up on the mud:
"I reckon it is jest as well that I went after your dunnage, lad, for
your mother was ready to have a cryin' fit, which she couldn't
perlitely let come on while I was there; but I'll warrant the water
would have run had you been alone with her."
"She can't be feeling terribly bad, otherwise she wouldn't have been
so anxious to have me go," I said sulkily.
"I don't know about that, my boy. It stands to reason she had rather
anything else happened, than that you should stay at home when this
part of the country needs every hand that can be raised in defense.
She feels sore because you are goin'; but I'll go bail she'd have felt
ten times worse had you said you'd stay back with such as Elias
Macomber."
I wasn't in a proper frame of mind to appreciate all that the old man
said, and continued to consider myself as being abused, although not
to such an extent as before I heard about Elias Macomber.
It was noised around in the village, told most likely by Jim Freeman,
that we were going to Nottingham to join the commodore, and while
Darius and I stood by the canoe waiting for Jerry, we were literally
besieged by women, whose husbands or sons were with the fleet, nearly
all of whom wanted to send some message, or this or that article which
had been forgotten at the time of departure.
I believe of a verity that Darius and I charged ourselves with no less
than twenty errands by word of mouth, and as for packages, why we had
the bow piled full, until it seemed as if we were to carry something
by way of reminder for every man under Commodore Barney's command.
Near-by where we stood were also gathered four men whose sympathies
were entirely with the British, and among them, as a matter of course,
was Elias Macomber.
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