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 carry 'em, sir, so's we can get a mess of ducks now an' then,"
Darius replied as respectfully as if he had been speaking to the king.
"They ain't any great shakes of guns, seein's how all of 'em are
rusted pretty bad; but we oystermen can't afford anythin' better."
One would have thought the little ape had found three or four
thirty-two pounders, by the way he passed them up over the rail for
the inspection of the officers on the quarter-deck, and then he
turned his attention to the hold.
I heard the gentlemen laughing as they looked at our weapons, and in a
twinkling the pieces were thrown down on the deck with so little care
that the hammer of one was broken off short to the lock, but those who
served the king had little care how they destroyed the property of
those whose crime consisted in being born Americans.
The midshipman got one whiff from the hold, which I'm free to admit
wasn't pleasing, and the soldiers were sent below while he stood with
a handkerchief decked out with lace held to his nose, as if in danger
of fainting.
As a matter of course nothing was found below, save a lot of mud and
some oyster shells. A blind man might have seen that so far as the
vessel was concerned she could be nothing more than an honest
oysterman; but the whifflet forced the marines to search over every
portion of the hold, and while this was being done one of the officers
asked how many bushels we sold to those of the Narcissus.
Darius replied to the question, speaking as nearly unlike a sailor as
possible, and not until he had stated the price, showing British
silver as proof of the amount received, was the curiosity of the
gentleman satisfied.
Then the midshipman clambered over the side of the ship to make his
report, and the moment had come when if any of our number were to be
taken from us, we would be made aware of it.
I stood by the side of Darius trembling with apprehension, and even
amid my fear I took note of the fact that Jerry was feeling far from
comfortable in mind, while the old man chewed incessantly on a huge
piece of tobacco that caused his cheeks to swell out as if on the
point of bursting.
Although we had good cause for being frightened, nothing came of it,
and never did words sound more sweetly in my ears than when one of the
officers said:
"You can get on about your business; but don't make the mistake again
of trying to get below us without first reporting."
"We wasn't countin' on goin' very far away, sir," Darius replied
awkwardly. "There's good fishin' to be found around the islands here,
an' I was reckonin' on gettin' the drags out."
"Very well, but see to it that you heave to when coming nearabout, and
remain until getting permission to proceed."
"Yes sir, I'll do it for certain," Darius cried, and as one of the
Britisher's crew cast off our hawser, we filled away, standing to the
northeast.
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