Peggy Owen, Patriot: A Story for GirlsMadison, Lucy Foster
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Peggy Owen, Patriot: A Story for Girls
Madison, Lucy Foster
Philadelphia (Pa.) -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Peggy shuddered. She would not like Star to be taught such tricks, she
thought, giving the little mare a loving caress. She was beginning to
doubt the wisdom of coming with Harriet. The girl appeared to know her
way so well, to be so able to care for herself that there seemed no need
for Peggy to be along. But let her see her safely to a place where she
could reach her own people, and then Peggy resolved, with a quick
tightening of the lips, nothing should ever induce her to put herself
into such a plight again.
By this time the moon had gone down, and while the sky was not clouded
there was a dim haze that rendered the light of the stars ineffectual in
dispelling the darkness. On they rode. The time seemed interminable to
Peggy; the blackness of the night unbearable. The sudden snapping of a
dried twig under Star’s feet caused her to start violently.
“Harriet,” she cried, “naught is to be gained by keeping to the woods.
The lines are passed. Let us get to the highway. We must make better
progress if I am to get back before the reveille.”
“That you will never do, Peggy,” replied Harriet pointing to the sky.
“’Tis almost time for it now.”
Peggy looked up in dismay. The gray twilight that precedes the dawn was
stealing over the darkness. The soldier’s day began when the sentry
could see a thousand yards about him. Another hour would bring about
just that condition. It was clearly impossible for her to return before
the sounding of the reveille.
“Does thee know where we are?” she asked. “And where is the road?”
“There is just a narrow strip of the woods betwixt us and the turnpike,
Peggy,” Harriet assured her. “It hath been so since we left the guard.
We will get to it at once if it please you. As for where we are, we
should be getting to Perth Amboy soon.”
“But why hath it taken so long?” queried Peggy.
“Because the brigades of Baron Steuben and General Wayne lay south of
the Raritan, and we had to go around them. I did not tell you, Peggy,
that ’twould take so long because I feared that you would not come. It
doth not matter, doth it, what way I took to safety?”
“No,” answered Peggy, touched by this allusion to her cousin’s peril.
“It would have been fearful for thee to have come through the darkness
alone, but oh, Harriet! I do wish thee had told me. Then I would have
left a letter for mother, anyway. She will be so uneasy.”
“Never mind!” consoled Harriet. “And then you may never see me again.
Shall you care, Peggy?”
“Yes,” answered Peggy soberly. “I will, but——” She paused and drew rein
abruptly. “There are forms flitting about in the wood,” she whispered.
“Does thee think they mean us harm?”
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