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
My heart beat furiously, fearing lest we two lads were to be separated
in the time of danger, but before there was opportunity to give much
heed, I heard my own name called, and while stepping proudly forward
to the side of our leader, Archie Gordon was summoned; then the two
Marshall Boys, and the selection from the ranks of the Minute Boys had
been made.
Beginning with the troopers, General Marion called first for Master
Sawyer, and then rapidly, as if time was precious, he made up the list
until the forty who were to go, perhaps, down into the flood of that
dark river which lies between us and the other world, were standing in
the centre of the hollow square triumphantly happy, as if life was a
thing to be thrown heedlessly away, while all their comrades gazed at
them enviously.
Then it was that Captain Horry stepped in front of our chosen company,
and said almost in a whisper:
“You know, because of what has been told you, that the chances are much
against your seeing another sun rise. Therefore I ask if there be any
who have a request to make ere it be too late, pledging my word that
such wishes shall be sacredly carried out.”
There was silence for a minute, and then one man asked that word might
be sent to his people stating he had volunteered for the service;
another desired that in case he was killed a certain comrade should
care for his horse; and so on until, mayhap, half a dozen had spoken,
and then during a few seconds was there perfect silence.
As for myself, I believed we who were thus chosen would perish in
whatsoever of danger there was before us. It would be a glorious ending
of one’s life, yet as I reflected upon it without the slightest desire
that I might have been among those who were to remain, I said to myself
that it would be sweet to live until we had thrown off the king’s yoke.
At this moment when we sat face to face with death, almost feeling the
chill breath from the great white angel’s wings, I was certain our
people would finally win the victory however many hirelings his Majesty
might send upon us, as I was certain that my life might, within a very
few moments, be the cost of this adventure.
Then we were told off into two squads of twenty each, and after this
had been done General Marion said, in a voice which I fancied he had
difficulty in holding firm:
“While the two squads are acting together Master Sawyer is to be in
command. When you separate, he is to lead one division, and my brother
the other. In selecting a lad to lead men I know full well you may
raise, and with good reason, the charge of favoritism, but when I am
sending into most dangerous service the only person left in this world
whose blood is the same as mine, then do I believe you readily accord
me the poor satisfaction.”
He waited a moment as if to learn whether there were any who questioned
the wisdom of his decision, and as no one spoke he turned toward us who
were going, saying firmly, as if having done with personal feelings:
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