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
Although our appointment with General Putnam was set at eight o’clock,
Abel Grant wakened us at the first crack of day, declaring that we had
no more than sufficient time in which to prepare for the meeting with
the commander, when, as a matter of fact, there was nothing whatever
that we needed in the way of preparation, save to wash our faces and
hands with exceeding care, for the clothes in which we stood comprised
the whole of our wardrobe.
However, as Sam said, it was better to be early than late, and by thus
beginning the day at the very dawn, we were able to cook and eat our
breakfast leisurely, after which came the question as to whether my
comrades would escort me down to Bowling Green, or let me take leave of
them at the sloop.
Now it was that I urged one of the others to go in my stead, and,
failing in that, insisted that they accompany me as far as might be
possible. A full hour before the time appointed did we set out from the
foot of Oliver Street, inspecting, as we walked leisurely along, the
defenses of New York which had been set up in anticipation of an attack
by the enemy.
Thus it was that we had a leisurely view of McDougall’s Battery, the
four guns near Trinity Church; of the Broadway Barrier, with its two
guns near to where the king’s statue had so lately stood; and of the
batteries at nearly all the slips on the East River, as well as at the
Coffee House, the Market, the Exchange, and in Broad Street.
After thus viewing a small portion of the defenses which had been
erected for the reception of the enemy and defense of the city, it
seemed to me of a verity that we need have no fear concerning what the
Britishers might do. Ignorant as I was of warfare, it appeared to me
then as if New York was so thoroughly defended as to render impossible
its capture; but before another twelve months had gone over my head I
realized how weak and poor were these so-called batteries and barriers,
which in fact deserved no better name than that of barricades.
However, we Minute Boys were not out on this morning to learn the art
of warfare, or to criticise the work of those whose duty it was to
defend the town. The only important matter before us was this interview
with General Putnam, and all the speculations we indulged in tended
in the same direction, as to whether, if we succeeded in doing the
commander’s bidding on this day, the work would be of such importance
that we might really consider ourselves as being numbered among the
defenders of the Cause.
The sentinel on the battery at Bowling Green was crying the hour
of eight when I, with a great fluttering of the heart, went toward
headquarters, which was in the first building on the Broadway, hardly
expecting that Lieutenant Winterbottom would remember the rendezvous
which he himself had appointed, and wondering what I should do in case
of failure to see him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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