The Minute Boys of South Carolina : $b A story of "How we boys aided Marion the Swamp Fox"Otis, James
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The Minute Boys of South Carolina : $b A story of "How we boys aided Marion the Swamp Fox"
Otis, James
Marion, Francis, 1732-1795 -- Juvenile fiction; South Carolina -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
“Do not hesitate to shoot with good aim at the first who makes the
least move at attempting to escape,” the lad had said as we set out
with horses and prisoners through the underbrush, speaking sufficiently
loud for all to hear, and we answered properly, although there was
little we could have done on the instant had the prisoners turned
rusty, owing to the fact of being loaded down with the captured weapons.
I was carrying my own musket and two of those taken from the prisoners,
Archie’s burden was the same as mine, while Gabriel had charge of the
remainder of the booty, therefore for one of us to have fired quickly,
in case there was need, would have been well-nigh impossible.
However, the prisoners were firmly secured on their horses, and there
was no possibility they could do anything toward effecting their own
release, therefore we had only to guard against a surprise by whoever
might come upon us from the outside. Under other circumstances we would
have realized that there was little fear of our being discovered by
enemies in that place; but, nervous as we were through fear that it
might not be possible to regain the encampment with all our spoils of
war, even the rustling of the branches in the night air sounded to
our ears like the tramp of men, and more than once did the flight of
a night bird cause Gabriel to halt our party in order that he might
reconnoitre.
How long that short march seemed to me! It was as if it would never
end, and more than once before we had come upon the place where our
horses had been tethered did I say to myself that Gabriel had mistaken
the direction. I dare say, however, that we covered the distance in a
reasonably short time, and great was my relief, even though we were by
no means out of the woods, when we arrived at our first halting-place.
“It is not for us to linger here,” Gabriel said when Archie stacked
his burden of weapons against the trunk of a tree as if preparing for
a long halt. “We have yet many miles to cover before sunrise, for I am
not minded to travel in the daytime if it can be avoided.”
“You can’t start any too soon to please me,” Archie replied grimly;
“but there is no good reason why I should hold on my shoulder this
property of the king’s while we are making ready for the journey. How
do you count on carrying all the weapons?”
“Leave them here,” I cried quickly. “It is not well we should burden
ourselves with muskets when it is important to travel rapidly. Better
lose all the weapons than fail to carry our prisoners to the general.”
“There is no reason why we should lose anything,” Gabriel replied
quietly as he began saddling his horse. “We of the Colonies have too
much need for weapons to waste any, and I am counting on carrying _all_
our booty back to camp.”
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