United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
"My mother is doing what she can to comfort her," Margaret answered.
Solomon revived under stimulants and was able to tell them briefly of
the dire struggle he had had.
"It were Slops that saved me," he whispered.
He fell into a deep and troubled sleep and when he awoke in the middle
of the night he was not strong enough to lift his head. Then these
faithful friends of his began to know that this big, brawny,
redoubtable soldier was having his last fight. He seemed to be aware
of it himself for he whispered to Jack:
"Take keer o' Mirandy an' the Little Cricket."
Late the next day he called for his Great Father. Feebly and brokenly
he had managed to say:
"Jes' want--to--feel--his hand."
Margaret had sat beside him all day helping the nurse.
A dozen times Jack had left his work and run over for a look at
Solomon. On one of these hurried visits the young man had learned of
the wish of his friend. He went immediately to General Washington, who
had just returned from a tour of the forts. The latter saw the look of
sorrow and anxiety in the face of his officer.
"How is the Colonel?" he asked.
"I think that he is near his end," Jack answered. "He has expressed a
wish to feel your hand again."
"Let us go to him at once," said the other. "There has been no greater
man in the army."
Together they went to the bedside of the faithful scout. The General
took his hand. Margaret put her lips close to Solomon's ear and said:
"General Washington has come to see you."
Solomon opened his eyes and smiled. Then there was a beauty not of
this world in his homely face. And that moment, holding the hand he
had loved and served and trusted, the heroic soul of Solomon Binkus
went out upon "the lonesome trail."
Jack, who had been kneeling at his side, kissed his white cheek.
"Oh, General, I knew and loved this man!" said the young officer as he
arose.
"It will be well for our people to know what men like him have endured
for them," said Washington.
"I shall have to learn how to live without him," said Jack. "It will
be hard."
Margaret took his arm and they went out of the door and stood a moment
looking off at the glowing sky above the western hills.
"Now you have me," she whispered.
He bent and kissed her.
"No man could have a better friend and fighting mate than you," he
answered.
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