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
Abraham made no objection to this proposition, and soon Sam was ready.
I took first choice, my comrade insisting it should be so, and there
was left in Sam’s hand the shortest twig for him.
“All right, I’ll toddle back, leavin’ you fellows here to have a good
snooze, for of course you can’t do any spyin’ in the night,” he said
cheerily. “Let all three of us see what we can make out, an’ after the
sum of it has been put together, I’ll set off. When am I to come back?”
“The general or Lieutenant Winterbottom will tell you as to that,” I
replied, mentally blessing the good fortune which saved me from a long
tramp across the island, with the chances of being gobbled up by some
of the Tories who might be prowling around in search of a Whig.
When each of us had searched the opposite shore carefully with our
eyes, we told Abe what we had seen that appeared to be of the most
importance, and this, together with what he himself had observed, made
up the information, slight though it was, which he was to carry to the
commander.
It seemed much like a clear waste of labor to make the journey to New
York simply to repeat what we had seen, for there could be no question
but it was already known to our people that the Britishers were
building scows; the order had been given, however, and it was for us to
obey rather than question it.
It was agreed that Abraham should retrace his steps over very nearly
the same course we had just come, when, beyond a question, he would
find the “admiral” and his “crew” on the lookout.
Then would come the cruise to New York, and the making of the return
voyage. If nothing occurred to cause delay, and there was a sailing
breeze, we allowed that Abraham should be back in Wallabout bay by
daylight.
We could not expect him to arrive before noon on the morrow, and it
might well happen, even though no danger threatened, that we should not
see him for a full twenty-four hours. Fortunately, however, the time
of his return was of but little moment, providing no especial danger
threatened, and we agreed that if when the sun set again he had not
come, I would take my turn at carrying the report, trusting to the
chances of meeting him on the way.
He did not take any portion of the food which Master Onderdonk had so
generously supplied, because of there being stores in plenty when once
he was on board the sloop; but set off in light marching order, and
with a cheery word on his lips.
There was no reason whatsoever why I should feel concerned about him,
and yet strange to say, my heart was heavy with the sense of impending
evil when he vanished amid the gloom, leaving Sam and me to remain
where was no possibility we might accomplish anything until the sun had
arisen again.
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