Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker: Sometime Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel on the Staff of his Excellency General WashingtonMitchell, S. Weir (Silas Weir)
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Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker: Sometime Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel on the Staff of his Excellency General Washington
Mitchell, S. Weir (Silas Weir)
Quakers -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
Suddenly, as I stood, I saw my chance and how to leave the town. I said,
“It is rather early, but there are a few ducks in the river. If I had a
boat I would try it to-morrow, and then perhaps, if I find sport, one of
you would join me the day after.”
“Very good,” said they, as well pleased as I.
“And the boat?” I said.
The colonel had one, a rather light skiff, he told me. He used it to
go up and down to look at the bridges he was now busily laying. When I
asked for its use the next day, he said Yes, if I would send him some
ducks; adding that I should need a pass. He would send it that evening
by a sergeant, and an order for the skiff, which lay on this side at
the lower ferry. I thanked him, and went away happy in the success of my
scheme.
I came upon Andre just after. “Not gone yet?” he said.
I replied, “Not yet; but I shall get away.”
He rejoined that he would not like to bet on that, and then went on to
say that if my aunt had any trouble as to the officers quartered on her,
would she kindly say so. The Hessians were rough people, and an
exchange might be arranged. Gentlemen of his own acquaintance could
be substituted. He himself was in Dr. Franklin’s house. It was full of
books, and good ones too.
I thanked him, but said I fancied she was Whig enough to like the
Hessians better.
On Second street I bought a smock shirt, rough shoes, and coarse knit
stockings, as well as a good snapsack, and, rolling them up securely,
left them at home in the hay-loft. My sword and other finery I must
needs leave behind me. I had no friends to say good-bye to, and quite
late in the evening I merely ran in and kissed my aunt, and received
eight hundred pounds in English notes, her offering to the cause, which
I was to deliver to the general. Her gift to me was one hundred pounds
in gold, just what she gave to my Jack. The larger sum she had put aside
by degrees. It embarrassed me, but to refuse it would have hurt her.
I carefully packed my snapsack, putting the gold in bags at the bottom,
and covering it with the flannel shirts and extra shoes which made up my
outfit. I could not resist taking my pistols, as I knew that to provide
myself as well in camp would not be possible. The bank-bills I concealed
in my long stockings, and would gladly have been without them had I not
seen how greatly this would disappoint my aunt. She counted, and wisely,
on their insuring me a more than favourable reception. Lastly, I got me
a small compass and some tobacco for Jack.
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