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
I did not hear the commander-in-chief read the Declaration, because of
not being near enough; but shouts from those who were within range of
his voice told that the sentiments contained therein were much to their
liking, and if there was any Tory among that multitude he had not the
courage to raise his head so it might be seen, for I heard neither hiss
nor dissenting voice during all the exercise.
When the troops departed we of the sloop were well content to return to
her, not because of being afraid that we might meet any who would do us
harm, for on that day the Tories had little spirit; but in the belief
that our parents might pay us a visit, and yet we did not go.
Just as we were about starting it was noised around among the multitude
of people that the statue of the king which stood on Bowling Green, was
to be pulled down, and all the unfortunates confined in the prisons for
debt were to be released.
It was such a show as we could not well afford to miss seeing, and I
would have taken more chances than I believe we then ran, rather than
have absented myself voluntarily.
And a wild scene it was when night had come. I question whether there
will ever again be in New York such enthusiasm and such a spectacle as
we saw after the sun had set. Long ropes were fastened to different
parts of the king’s effigy, and men and boys tailed on to them,
pulling, and shouting, and screaming until the leaden image tumbled
headlong to the ground, raising a cloud of dust like as if a dozen
cannons had been discharged at the same moment.
It was as if all those people had lost their senses with the downfall
of the statue--as if they believed that by overthrowing the leaden
image they had overthrown the king in America, and a wilder scene I
never expect to witness. However great my curiosity to see what might
be the outcome of it all, for I fancied the revelers were in such a
frenzy that this one act would not satisfy them, I was minded to go
back to the sloop, and was saying as much to my companions when some
one touched me on the shoulder from behind.
Turning I saw Lieutenant Winterbottom, who said in a low tone, as if
not caring to be overheard by those near at hand:
“Do you lads from the island still hold yourselves as Minute Boys?”
“Ay, sir, that we do, an’ shall so long as we live; but thus far it
is simply the matter of a name, for we have had no opportunity of
showin’ what we might do. No one is needin’ our services. We have, in
accordance with your advice, been livin’ aboard the sloop on this side
the harbor; but what may only three lads do for the Cause?”
“Very much, Ephraim Lyttle, if they be so disposed, and are
stout-hearted.”
He spoke in such a meaning tone that straightway I took fire, believing
there was more in his words than as yet appeared, and wheeling upon him
suddenly, I cried hoarsely:
“Do you know of aught we may accomplish that would be of benefit to the
Cause?”
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