The Little Red FootChambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
History
The Little Red Foot
Chambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
New York (State) -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
He replied that, unless I went to Morgan's corps of Virginia Riflemen,
concerning which detail he had heard some talk, my full value lay in my
woodcraft and in my wide, personal knowledge of the wilderness.
"Who better than you, Mr. Drogue, could take a scout to this same Buck
Island, where Sir John's hordes are gathering? Who better than yourself
could undertake a swift and secret mission to any point within the
confines of this vast desolation of mountain, lake, and forest, which
promises soon to be the theatre of a most bloody struggle?
"Champlain already spews red-coats upon us in the North. Sir John
threatens in the West. A great army menaces the Highland Forts and
Albany from the South. And only such officers as you, sir, are
competent to discover and dog the march of enemy marauders, come to
touch with their scouts, follow and ambush them, and lead others to
vital points across an uncharted world of woods when there are raiders
to check or communications to threaten and cut."
He rose, hooked up his sword, and shook hands with me.
"I have asked Colonel Willett," said he, "to use your talents in this
manner, and he has very kindly consented. Johnstown will remain your
base, therefore, and your employment is certain as soon as you are able
to walk."
I thanked him and said very confidently that I should be rid of all
lameness and pain within a day or so.
* * * * *
That night I had a fever; and for pearly four weeks my leg remained
swollen and red, and the pain was such that I could not bear the weight
of a linen sheet, and Nick made a frame for my bed-covers, like a tent,
so that they should not touch me.
Dr. Younglove came from the Flatts,--who was surgeon in General
Herkimer's brigade of militia--and he said it was a pernicious
rheumatism consequent upon the cold wetting I got upon a wound still
green.
Further, he concluded, there was naught to do save that I must lie on my
back until my trouble departed of its own accord; but he could not say
how soon that might me--whether within a day or two or as many months,
or more.
He recommended hot blankets and some draughts which they sent me from
the pharmacy at the Fort, but I think they did me neither good nor evil,
but were pleasant and spicy and cooled my throat.
So that was now the dog's life I led during the early summer in
Johnstown,--a most vexatious and inglorious career, laid by the heels at
a time when, from three points o' the compass, three separate storms
were brewing and darkening the heavens, and a tempest more frightful
than man could conceive was threatening to shatter Tryon, sweep the
whole Mohawk Valley, and leave Johnstown but a whirl of whitened ashes
in the evening winds.
We were comfortably established at Burke's Inn, and, as always, baited
well where food and bed were ever clean and good.
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