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
"Ay, lad, an' effect about as much as so many wasps. We might shoot
down a few men; but could not even delay the advance, an' what would
be gained? Their five thousand soldiers would make it mighty warm for
our people on the shore, an' when it came to killin', I'm thinkin'
they'd be able to do the most execution."
Before he ceased speaking I understood how foolish had been my words;
but I was burning with such a desire to inflict some injury upon
those to whose account could be laid the destruction of our property,
that I was not really responsible for the speech.
It was on the evening of the day when Joshua Barney left us, that I
began to be sensible of the suspense in which one would necessarily be
at such a time. If the enemy came upon us suddenly, it might be
possible for them to capture all hands of us, as well as carry away
the boats, and this last would be considered more of a disaster than
the first.
Twenty of our men were posted at different points on both sides of the
stream to act as sentinels, and the remainder distributed among the
fleet in such a manner that the flames could be started in very short
order.
Neither Lieutenant Frazier nor Darius proposed to turn in on this
night. They were to keep on the move from one sentinel to another, in
order to make certain each man was doing his duty, and we lads were
ordered to have a meal prepared for them at midnight.
Shortly after sunset another of our people came up the river with the
report that a portion of the enemy's force had started and it began to
seem as if a night attack had been determined upon.
It can well be fancied that we of the Avenger had very little desire
for slumber, although, had we been so disposed, all of us might have
had a good night's rest, and also had the midnight meal ready when it
would be required.
We paced to and fro after the lieutenant and Darius had left, speaking
only in whispers, as if it might be possible the enemy could hear us,
and each moment expecting that the alarm would ring out.
The suspense was to me most painful, and I said to Jerry:
"Almost anything is better than this. I wish we were not so well aware
of their coming."
"If the fleet is to be burned, an' we know the enemy has started to
come up here, I can't see what is to be gained by waitin'," and my
partner spoke in a tone of petulance. "We shall do no good stayin'
here, and it may be that some of us could be of service elsewhere."
"It's no use for you fellows to grumble," Jim Freeman said with a
laugh, he having come up just in time to hear the useless words. "The
orders are to wait till the Britishers show themselves, an' I reckon
neither Lieutenant Frazier nor Darius would like to take the
responsibility of doin' anythin' else. You two will make a good thing
out of this business, in case the Avenger is burned, eh?"
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