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
It was information which would sadden every friend of the Cause, and I
asked myself who among our acquaintances could be trusted when such as
Master Dyker had proved false.
We were yet silent and thoughtful, sadly turning over in our minds that
which Abraham had said, when Seth Hartley returned, and I fancied there
was an expression of satisfaction on his face.
“I believe we can get out of here, when the time comes, with but little
trouble,” he said as he came over the rail. “The English fleet have
gone further up the harbor, an’ I question if we shall run across a
single ship between here an’ where the Good Hope is anchored.”
“Then why shouldn’t we begin to warp out of the creek at once?” Sam
asked eagerly. “It might make the biggest kind of a difference in case
we could start at sunset, an’ if we don’t begin to move the sloop now,
we won’t be on our course till near to midnight.”
I looked for Abe to make reply, believing he would take sides with Sam
in the matter; but much to my surprise he said, before it was possible
for any one else to speak:
“We can’t afford to take any chances, an’ there’s no knowin’ who might
see us if we worked down to the mouth of the creek. With so much at
stake we must exercise every caution, an’, as I look at the matter,
we’d best stay where we are until night has come.”
“In that you are right,” Seth Hartley added emphatically. “We shall
have no trouble in workin’ down between midnight an’ daylight, however
light the wind. Perhaps it may be well if we don’t succeed in gettin’
there to-night, since the venture is not to be made until another day
has passed.”
“You fellows who have been travelin’ so far had best turn in an’ get
what rest you can so’s to be ready for a long spell of wakefulness,”
Abraham interrupted. “I’ve been spendin’ the greater portion of my time
in slumber, an’ will stand watch.”
This proposition was much to my liking, for I understood that by
getting into the best possible bodily condition we would be the same as
making preparations for the task before us, and I went below without
further parley.
In order that we might get all the comfort to be had on the sloop,
Abraham dragged his prisoner out on the floor, that one of us might
have the use of his berth, and within half an hour we who had just come
up from Gravesend were sleeping soundly, and, perhaps, noisily.
When Abe awakened us it yet lacked half an hour or more of sunset; but
he had already prepared a supper that seemed, after our short commons
of flinty biscuit, like a real feast, and explained that he believed
we ought to have time to eat leisurely so we might put a substantial
lining to our stomachs.
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