The Minute Boys of Long Island : $b A story of New York in 1776 as told by Ephraim LyttleOtis, James
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The Minute Boys of Long Island : $b A story of New York in 1776 as told by Ephraim Lyttle
Otis, James
New York (State) -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
“Ay, for the next three days, if thereby we can keep the more secret
our movements. Do you know of any place nearabout that will serve us?”
“On the other side of this hill is a sort of cave made by takin’
out rock for a fort at Red Hook, an’ I dare say we could find there
somethin’ in the way of a shelter, although in case the lobster-backs
were on our trail, it wouldn’t be difficult to smoke us out,” and Abe
pointed in the direction of the old quarry, as we lads called it,
although hardly more than a year had elapsed since it was first opened.
“Then if so be you’re willin’, we’ll take to cover without delay. Don’t
make the mistake of thinkin’ that I’m tryin’ to take command of this
party,” Seth Hartley added quickly, mistaking the expression on my
face. “I’m ready to do whatsoever you shall think best; but at the same
time am beggin’ you, for your own safety, to follow my advice.”
How could we do other than as he suggested?
There could be no question but that he was in the right, and surely
if Abel Grant was already on board the prison ship it mattered little
whether we arrived within one day or ten, for if there was to be a
successful issue of our plans, it could only come about through our
keeping secret every movement.
Abraham led us by the most direct course to what had been called a
quarry, although it was little more than an excavation, with huge
fragments of rock lying everywhere about, amid which could be no
difficulty in hiding ourselves, and, save by accident, there was little
fear either Tory or Britisher would come that way.
We were not obliged to spend many moments in searching for what was
desired. On going straight into the quarry we came upon the place where
evidently the last blast had been made, and the rock shattered by the
powder had not yet been removed. There we found a space no larger than
the cuddy of the sloop, where we would be sheltered from view of any
save those who might make an exhaustive search, and I question if there
was a better hiding place on the island, for such as we.
“This is snug enough,” Sam said as we crawled in and began clearing
away the smaller pieces of rock to admit of our sitting down with some
degree of comfort; “but the trouble is that we’ve got fifteen long
hours to spend here.”
“Ay, fully that,” Seth said cheerily, “for if you are correct as to the
distance between us an’ the bay, we ought not to set out again before
midnight, therefore I’m countin’ that we can spend the time profitably
since the sleep we should have gotten last night is yet to be enjoyed.”
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