United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
He stumbled and fell with his face aft, thereby saving his life, though
I again broke the blade of my hanger almost up to the hilt. The other
men, fancying he was killed, hung back, while I dragged his senseless
body into the stern-sheets and stowed him away, for he was stunned with
the effect of his fall and his drunkenness. The men forward sat sulkily
down, perhaps they would not have remained quiet had they known I had
broken my hanger. They refused however to pull, and one after the other
dropped off into a drunken sleep. The two more steady ones did their
best to pull on, and the tide fortunately favoured us, or I do not know
where we should have got to. I have seldom been placed in a much more
fearful position. Any moment the mutineers might wake up and,
remembering the consequences their conduct was sure to bring on them,
might again attempt to overpower me and carry off the boat to the enemy.
I was weary and hungry, and in the darkness of night all sorts of
dreadful thoughts occurred to me as I slowly floated over those perilous
waters. I felt a strong inclination at times to run into New York to
try and get aid; but I thought if I did the men would certainly escape
and hide themselves before I could find any of the military authorities
to afford me assistance. New York by this time was entirely in the
hands of the British. On the day we landed at Kip's Bay General Howe
pushed forward part of his troops to encompass the city on the land
side, when General Putnam, the American commander who held it, was
compelled to make a precipitate retreat, being very nearly cut off
before he joined Washington at King's Bridge. Had not, indeed, the
British delayed their advance to refresh themselves, they would in all
probability have captured the whole division of the rebel army. A large
number of the inhabitants remained in New York, those only who had taken
a prominent part in the rebellion thinking it necessary to leave it. It
was very doubtful, however, had I gone on shore, whether I should have
fallen among friends or foes. I resolved, therefore, to make, the best
of my way to the ship. I watched the lights glimmering in the houses,
one after the other being put out as I pulled slowly by, and I could
hear the constant call of the sentries as the officers went their
rounds, while any moment I felt that my mutinous crew might come to
their senses and make an end of me. I amused myself, however, by
whistling and singing snatches of songs to make them suppose that I was
perfectly indifferent to their threats, and at length, by half-past one
in the morning, to my great relief I got alongside the ship. The
mutineers only at that moment roused up, and very much astonished they
were to find themselves clapped into irons as soon as they got on board.
The next morning they each received nine dozen, with the exception of
the two who had at once returned to their duty. I took care to get them
ultimately rewarded.
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