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
“Two squads of twenty men each are needed for particularly dangerous
work such as may, perhaps, ensure the death of all. Because of this,
volunteers are called for, and I ask that such of you as are so minded
to sacrifice their own lives for the good of the Cause and safety of
the brigade will step forward two paces.”
Gabriel, Archie, and myself were standing side by side at the time,
and it was as if each had the same thought in his mind, for we three
moved as one. Then, turning my head ever so slightly, in order to learn
what the others were doing, a flood of joy such as was like to have
choked me came into my heart when I saw that every man and boy among us
had advanced two paces, thus showing that those who followed General
Marion were ready to sacrifice everything, even life itself, for the
advancement of the Cause.
“You be brave lads, all!” Captain Horry said, as he looked about him,
and there was an expression of keenest delight on the general’s face.
“Your courage has been proven again and again, and because of the past
every one is entitled to the honor of sacrificing his life for the
others, but only forty can be used in the movement. Therefore I ask
that such of you as are minded to forego your own desires to those of
your comrades will step back two paces.”
Not a man moved; every trooper remained firmly in place as if he and
he alone should be the one to give up his life for the others, and
among these brave men our Minute Boys--comrades all who were destined
that night to see one of our number foully murdered while yet we were
powerless to raise a hand in his defence.
Then it was General Marion’s turn to speak, and it seemed to me that
his face was actually lighted up with pleasure as he said in a low
tone, but so clear that we could hear distinctly every word:
“I have good reason to know how true and brave are you of the ‘ragged
regiment,’ but because it is possible those who volunteer for this
dangerous service may be cut down to a man, I cannot allow more than
forty to ride on in advance. Therefore I ask that such of you as have
wives, families, or any helpless ones depending upon you for support,
step back as Captain Horry has said, for I repeat that those who go
take more than an even chance never to return, and we must not make
more widows and orphans than may be absolutely necessary to the Cause.”
Again the men held firm, never one giving way, although considerably
more than half the troopers were men of families.
General Marion looked around him again with pride, and once more he
spoke, but this time in a tone of command:
“I admit that you have equal right to the honor, but a choice must be
made, and in making it I shall show favoritism by selecting those whose
death will be mourned by the fewest. To that end as your names are
called, advance two more paces.” Then he cried out sharply, “Gabriel
Marion!”
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