Maryland -- History -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
When it became known with us that several cargoes were on their way
to the colonies, excitement and indignation gained a pitch not reached
since the Stamp Act. Business came to a standstill, plantations lay
idle, and gentry and farmers flocked to Annapolis, and held meetings and
made resolutions anew. On my way of a morning from Mr. Swain's house
to his chambers in the Circle I would meet as many as a dozen knots of
people. Mr. Claude was one of the few patriots who reaped reward out of
the disturbance, for his inn was crowded. The Assembly met, appointed
committees to correspond with the other colonies, and was prorogued
once and again. Many a night I sat up until the small hours copying
out letters to the committees of Virginia, and Pennsylvania, and
Massachusetts. The gentlemen were wont to dine at the Coffee House, and
I would sit near the foot of the table, taking notes of their plans.
'Twas so I met many men of distinction from the other colonies. Colonel
Washington came once. He was grown a greater man than ever, and I
thought him graver than when I had last seen him. I believe a trait of
this gentleman was never to forget a face.
“How do you, Richard?” said he. How I reddened when he called me so
before all the committee. “I have heard your story, and it does you vast
credit. And the gentlemen tell me you are earning laurels, sir.”
That first winter of the tea troubles was cold and wet with us, and the
sun, as if in sympathy with the times, rarely showed his face. Early in
February our apprehensions concerning Mr. Swain's health were realized.
One day, without a word to any one, he went to his bed, where Patty
found him. And I ran all the way to Dr. Leiden's. The doctor looked at
him, felt his pulse and his chest, and said nothing. But he did not rest
that night, nor did Patty or I.
Thus I came to have to do with the good barrister's private affairs. I
knew that he was a rich man, as riches went in our province, but I had
never tried to guess at his estate. I confess the sums he had paid out
in Tom's behalf frightened me. With the advice of Mr. Bordley and
Mr. Lloyd I managed his money as best I could, but by reason of
the non-importation resolutions there was little chance for good
investments,--no cargoes coming and few going. I saw, indeed, that
buying the Talbot estate had been a fortunate step, since the quantities
of wheat we grew there might be disposed of in America.
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