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
Then again, and it really begins to seem as if I were making some
apology for the British, the king’s troops were accustomed to fight
only in line of battle. Therefore when we sought cover, following the
example of the Indians, they, not accustomed to standing before an
unseen enemy, grew cowardly at being shot down when no person was in
sight.
Perhaps it was needless for me to set down all these words, but as I
think of the many times we met the foe and vanquished him, when by all
the rules of war our people should have been wiped out entirely, I have
the fear that whosoever reads what I have written will set me down as a
braggart, even though proof of my statement may be had by referring to
what wise men have said concerning the matter.
When those of our people who stood on the left of the Minute Boys’ line
had disappeared in pursuit of the fleeing foe, there were left in the
encampment a hundred or more men in addition to our company. One of
these, who claimed to have the rank of captain, but I know not with
what right, took command, ordering us lads to march around to the other
side of the building in order that we might act as sentinels against a
possible attack from the southward.
It was not for us to question any one’s authority at such a time, for
we knew full well that some such service was needed, but it went sadly
against the grain, for even I had become eager to fight now that the
first flush of fear had passed away.
During the hour which followed each of us paced to and fro on such
beats as had been assigned by Gabriel, hearing nothing, seeing nothing
to betoken a struggle between the enemy, although we knew full well
that somewhere in the distance, and not very far away, our people were
striving to kill, or struggling to prevent others from killing them.
Then, squad by squad, those who had gone in pursuit returned looking
victorious, but the most ominous thing to me, in this victory, was the
fact that they brought with them no prisoners.
When General Marion and Captain Horry, who were among the last in
returning, as they had been the first in pursuing the redcoats, came
up, they called about them a dozen or more of the men, and while we
lads, in obedience to orders, brought out the horses from where they
had been picketed in the dwelling, this little group held a council of
war.
At the end of another hour orders were given for us to mount, and we
rode slowly away, covering, mayhap, a distance of six miles, when we
found ourselves at the plantation of Henry Davis.
Here word was given to make camp once more, and at the same time it was
intimated that we would not be allowed to remain idle save until the
following morning.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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