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
“There’s nothin’ will please me more than to send ’em as a present
to General Putnam, an’ if you say it can be done, I’m ready for the
venture; but we’ll be in a box in case of runnin’ across two or three
Tories,” Sam said grimly, and I replied with a laugh of relief, for it
was mighty enlivening to be free once more:
“Lads who have been as near a British prison as you an’ I, can afford
to take some chances for the sake of servin’ out properly such sneaks
as these, an’ if by any bad luck we should come across a lot of Tories,
we’ll leave our mark on some of ’em before takin’ to our heels.”
I was not such a fool that I failed of understanding how precious time
was to us just then. If by daylight we had not arrived at Wallabout
bay, then the chances were decidedly against our ever getting there
with the prisoners, for as soon as the sun rose the Tories would be out
in full force, the presence of the British fleet having stirred them
into activity as the sun does half-frozen flies.
Even while talking with Sam I had asked myself what could be done if we
arrived before the sloop had returned from the trip to New York with
Abe, for I was not minded to bring down the wrath of our neighbors upon
my father and mother by making of their house a prison. However, so I
told myself, it would be time enough to consider what should be done
after we had come to the bay, and thus I put all forebodings as to the
future from my mind.
Sam was eager to be off, as indeed was I, and he said to the Tories who
were looking woefully down at the mouth, as well they might:
“You fellows are goin’ to take a little trip over to Wallabout in our
company. We’re not afraid you’ll try to give an alarm in case we come
near anybody, for the gags you’re wearin’ ain’t likely to slip out of
place; but we’ve got to take some precautions against your laggin’ on
the way, because we’re bound to make quick time, so look at the point
of this blade,” and Sam opened his pocket-knife. “We don’t allow to
treat you in any way harsh; but if so be you fail of stepping out as
lively as we’re needin’ to move, I shall put a quarter-inch of this
steel into whatever part of your body happens to be most convenient.
That much you’d better not forget, for it ain’t likely we shall speak
of it again. Now get on your feet.”
The prisoners evidently understood by the tone of Sam’s voice that he
would carry out his threat to the letter, for they scrambled up more
quickly than I had supposed was possible for fellows whose arms were
tied behind their backs.
There was no good reason for further delay, and we set off, driving the
Tories like sheep before us, they striving in good shape not to deserve
the pricking of the knife which Sam held conspicuously in his hand.
I had no good idea as to the time; but believed it was yet early in the
night when we started, and, if no accident befell us we should be able,
even while forced to strike across country, to arrive at Wallabout
before the sun showed himself.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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