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
“We’d best hold to the agreement that was made by drawing lots,” I
said with a smile which did not tend to sooth the lad. “It was only
in my mind that if it seemed impossible Seth an’ I could come out of
the venture alive, then your duty would be to look after the safety of
those who had a show of goin’ free.”
“Suppose you was runnin’ the sloop, an’ I had gone in the skiff with
Seth,” Abraham cried, irritably. “If you saw a boat-load of Britishers
overhaulin’ us, would you turn tail an’ run away?”
I could not well answer the question without going back on my own
advice, therefore held my peace, and Seth Hartley put an end to the
conversation by saying with a smile:
“I’m thinkin’ you lads, now that the details have been arranged, had
better set about makin’ preparations for the night’s work, instead
of rufflin’ each other. Even if matters go exactly as we could wish,
there’s a deal of hard work to be done, an’ he who gets the most rest
’twixt now an’ sunset will be in the best shape for it. How about
standin’ hourly watches, one at a time, all the others to make every
effort at goin’ to sleep?”
I question if either of us felt any inclination to turn in just then;
but all understood that Seth had spoken wisely, and we made a downright
task of sleeping, I taking the first trick.
Luther was allowed to remain at liberty, with the understanding that he
was not to come on deck, and I had little to do save think of what the
night might have in store for us. Seaward not so much as the wing of a
gull was in sight, and as far as could be seen along the sandy shore it
was as if the land had never been inhabited.
My eyes were really heavy with slumber when I aroused Seth, after
an hour or more had passed, and, lying at full length on the cuddy
floor, I slept without being disturbed when the watches were changed,
throughout nearly the whole of that day.
The sun was no more than an hour high in the heavens when I awakened
because of having had my fill of sleep, and found Seth and Abe both in
the cockpit.
“Have you two been standin’ more than your share of the watches?” I
asked sharply, and was soon made to know that Seth had but just come
out of the cuddy, while Abe, like myself, was surfeited with slumber.
Five minutes later Sam awakened of his own accord, and we four sat in
the cockpit silent and motionless, awaiting the coming of night. It was
not a time for conversation, and yet so great was the suspense that to
think of what remained to be done was almost painful.
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