Fighting King GeorgeMcIntyre, John T. (John Thomas)
History
Fighting King George
McIntyre, John T. (John Thomas)
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
“Never judge a dog by the color of his fur,” said Tom, delighted to
have turned the laugh upon the other. “And never judge a man by the
coat upon his back. When you, sergeant, have raced through an enemy’s
country--a country, too, full of swamps, thickets and almost impassable
roads, for months, with bloodhounds upon your track by night and
Tories with ropes ready in their hands searching for you by day, you
will not look so trim and natty as you do now, and you will not be so
ready to laugh.”
The troops of General Gates were a rough, good-humored lot; it required
but a moment for them to catch the truth of the boy’s remarks; and with
one accord, the sergeant included, they burst into a cheer for the
sincerity and heartiness of which there could be no doubt. Tom’s eyes
gleamed with satisfaction as he waved his cap in response, wheeled his
horse and dashed after his comrades.
“There is good stuff in them, for all their readiness to jeer,” he
muttered to himself. “And they are big, strong, willing looking
fellows, too; and should render an excellent account of themselves.”
Marion’s men were halted in the road not far from the headquarters
of General Gates. The latter and Marion were standing at the flap of
the tent conversing earnestly. Beside the stalwart general of the
Continentals Marion looked insignificant; and Gates, like his men,
seemed to regard the partisan’s command as a rabble, the like of which
clings to the skirts of every army. His face wore an amused smile,
not unmixed with contempt. It is a fact that this officer was a vain
man, of ostentatious habit and one whose judgment was very apt to be
affected by parade and the external show of things.
“I am very thankful to you, Major Marion, for coming to put your
company at my service,” said General Gates, patronizingly. “But, the
fact is, I have no very great opinion of cavalry, and think I have but
little need of it.”
Marion flushed with resentment at this; but controlled himself.
“This is a very thinly settled country, general,” returned he. “I
should think that an active troop of horse would be very useful both in
securing intelligence and in procuring supplies.”
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