United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Yorktown (Va.) -- History -- Siege, 1781 -- Juvenile fiction
“Partings are always sad, my child, even when they are but for a few
days,” replied Nurse Johnson sympathetically. “I felt just so when I
bade my sister farewell this morning. We had not seen each other for ten
years until I came for this visit, and ’tis like to be as long again
before we get another glimpse of each other if this fearful war
continues. In times such as these separation from loved ones is fraught
with more than the usual sorrow; for one never knows what will happen.
But you have borne up bravely, child. I feared a scene. Most girls would
have treated me to such. You have the making of a good nurse, Peggy,
with such control.”
“’Tis another time that I merit not thy praise,” explained the maiden.
“’Tis all due to mother. She cautioned me about giving way to my
feelings, thinking that I would need my strength for the journey.”
“Your mother is right,” said Nurse Johnson soberly. “The way is long and
we shall have much ado to beguile the tediousness of it. As a beginning,
can you tell me if those earthworks yonder are the remains of British
entrenchments?”
“Yes,” answered the girl. “Traces of their lines are still discoverable
in many places about the city. If thee rode out the Bristol road at all
thee must have seen a large redoubt which commands the Delaware. Its
parapet is considered of great elegance, though there are those that
contend that the parapet was constructed with more regard to ornament
than for fortification. Just this side of the battery are the barracks
they built.”
“And were you in the city when they held possession?”
“No. Mother and I were at Strawberry Hill, our farm on the Wissahickon.
Thee should have seen our city before the enemy held it, friend nurse.
There were great trees all along the banks of the Schuylkill here which
were called the Governor’s Woods. The English cut them down for
fire-wood, and to help build their fortifications. And so many of our
beautiful country places were burned.”
“’Tis so all over the land, my child,” returned the nurse sadly. “War
leaves a train of wrecked and desolated homes wherever it is waged. We
of Virginia have been fortunate so far to escape a wholesale ravage of
the state. True, there have been some predatory incursions, but the
state as a whole has not been overrun by the enemy. If General Greene
can continue to hold Lord Cornwallis’ attention in the Carolinas we may
not suffer as those states have.”
Thus she spoke, for no one imagined at this time that Virginia would
soon become the center of activities. And so chatting they crossed the
river, and by noon were in Chester, where they baited their horses and
refreshed themselves for the afternoon journey.
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