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
A bucket full of cold water could not have had more effect on a
setting hen, than did these words on Abraham. On the instant his anger
subsided, and in its stead must have come a feeling of shame because of
his folly, if one could judge from the deep flush that overspread his
face.
Nor was this the only brawl we were like to have taken part in that
afternoon. On every hand words ran high; it was as if men had suddenly
been enraged to a white heat, and those spoke intemperately who at
almost any other time would have remained silent. A self-respecting
Whig could keep his tongue between his teeth only with difficulty,
and many of the Tories were so wrought up by the knowledge that their
deeply-laid plot had been discovered, that they gave words to thoughts
which were in the highest degree dangerous while our people held
possession of the town.
It yet lacked a full two hours to sunset when I proposed that we return
home, for, to tell the truth, it had come to my mind that we might get
into serious trouble by remaining at such a time; but Abel Grant and
my comrades were so eager to learn everything they could regarding the
plot, it was impossible for me, without showing myself in the highest
degree selfish, to do other than consult their pleasure. I did not,
however, give way without exacting a price.
“If we loiter around here where so much is being done to arouse the
anger of those friendly to the Cause, there is good chance we shall
find ourselves locked up on a charge of disturbing the peace,” I said,
laughing lest they should suspect how much of fear was in my heart.
“Now if you lads will go with me on board the sloop, we’ll leave Abel
to pick up all the gossip, and when his budget is full he shall come to
us.”
Abe and Sam were unwilling to tear themselves away from the excited
throng so soon; but because of what had already happened Abraham could
not make very loud protest against my plan, and I soon won over the
third of our newly-made Minute Boys.
We three walked slowly back to Master Dyker’s dock with our ears
pricked up to hear all that might be said as we passed along, and once
having arrived, heard that which was like to make our stay a long one.
“Your father has been here, Ephraim,” Jethro Dyker said as we went on
the dock, “an’ has left word that you are to stay aboard the sloop
until he an’ Abe’s father come again, even though they should not show
themselves till the morrow.”
“Then we had best go back to the Green, where is a chance to enjoy
ourselves,” Sam cried in delight, and Abe would have joined him in the
suggestion, but that I said in a tone which showed I could not be moved
to change my mind:
“It is not safe for Abraham to go among the Tories this day. He has
already shown that he cannot hold his tongue at the proper time,
therefore he an’ I will stay aboard the sloop. Go if you will, Sam; but
do not remain away very long lest our fathers should arrive in a hurry
to go home.”
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