Americans -- England -- Fiction; West Country (England) -- Fiction
"Gentlemen," he said, "as honest Americans, born under the
Flag of Freedom, it becomes us to attempt escape. Our condition
of late has been much bettered, and I, for one, owe no grudge
against our present guards or their Commandant, Captain Short.
He is honourable, and does what he may to lessen our tribulations;
he is also generous; he has increased our privileges, and
by throwing open the new yards and admitting us to larger
quarters for exercise and the amusement of games, he has earned
universal blessings. Our bill of health is greatly improved,
thanks to him; he has, indeed, put fresh life into us. Yet are
we prisoners, and, upon careful study of the journals smuggled to
us, it is clear that no immediate hope of peace or of further
exchange can be held out. Our country is suffering a period of
sea losses, and it is not in the moment of these reverses that she
will tune her ear to peace. Our circumstances have, therefore,
prompted us to plan a scheme of escape, and we now submit it
to your opinions. Immediately the pending changes in our
disposal are made, and we have wider fields to work in, we mean to
dig under these walls a tunnel, that must be two hundred and
eighty feet long. It is planned and calculated most fully. It
will be sunk in Prison No. 6, and, concerning the exit of it on
to the Moor, no more need yet be said than that we have stout
friends outside who will look to that. Our numbers, as you
know, increase very rapidly, because our ships have fallen upon
a bout of ill-luck; but ever recollect that these relays of our
countrymen from Plymouth and elsewhere only represent American
mishaps. Our successes are hidden from us; yet our hearts
tell us that they exist and occur. Many English doubtless
languish in American prisons. So thus it stands. I speak to
two thousand men, and I ask them all to swear secrecy before
Almighty God."
A dozen Bibles were circulated, and there arose a strange and
solemn murmur throughout the company as every man swore to
his neighbour that he would maintain absolute silence concerning
this matter, and that neither by word nor pen, by look nor
gesture, would he divulge the secret to any among those set in
authority.
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