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
We who saw this had no need to ask questions. The evidences of hard
riding told quite as plainly as words could, that the enemy was near at
hand, and in such numbers that flight was necessary.
While they were yet talking with the general I began saddling my horse,
and the remainder of our company of Minute Boys followed my example,
all of us believing that within a few moments at the most would the
command be given to break camp.
We lads went even so far as to mount, with our few belongings strapped
to the saddles, and then came that word which caused me greatest
astonishment.
“Picket the horses in the building,” Captain Horry shouted, “and see to
it that they are tethered securely.”
I dismounted like one in a daze, saying to Gabriel:
“Can it be possible that we are to fight a pitched battle?”
“Surely it has that appearance, lad, and I am not to be considered a
braggart when I say to you that it gives me much pleasure, even though
the odds may be so strongly against us. We have turned tail after every
successful attack, as if it was possible only for us to fight when we
could surprise the foe, and it seems to me that a good drubbing, if we
were not wiped entirely out of existence, would be better than beating
so many retreats.”
The dear lad showed real enthusiasm at this prospect of making a stand
against the enemy, and while I am by no means willing to own myself a
coward, I must in truth confess that the prospect was far from pleasing
to me.
The cold chill of fear ran up and down my spine, and I asked myself
whether at the time when courage was most needed I might not show the
white feather.
It was the fear of showing that I was afraid, rather than of meeting
the enemy, which caused me discomfort of mind.
CHAPTER XIV
A QUEER MESSAGE
It was fortunate for me that, not being in any way connected with the
command of the Minute Boys, there was nothing for me to do in the way
of making ready to receive the enemy, otherwise I might have given
evidence of the timorousness which was in my heart. To have seen
Gabriel at that moment one would have said he had been born a soldier,
for after drawing us up in line just behind a small shed, he moved
here and there swiftly, taking heed to every fellow’s equipment, and
assuring himself that all were in proper trim for the work before them.
My courage came back ever so little when the dear lad thus showed
himself eager for a brush with the enemy, and I saw that all my
comrades were in good spirits because at last were we to show our faces
to the foe in regular battle. Then came to my mind the unpleasant
question as to how many redcoats might be advancing upon us, and I said
to myself that if I could know exactly what information the scouts had
brought, then would it be possible to assume a braver air; but this
standing in line, uncertain whether one hundred or one thousand were
advancing against us, was by no means pleasant.
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