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
“If we are able to labor for the Cause it must be with a singleness
of purpose,” Gabriel Marion said gravely, and one might have thought
it was his elder brother who spoke, for the tone and words were not
such as one would expect from a lad like him. “I grant you that Seth
Hastings must receive due reward for what he has done; but so long as
the king’s soldiers remain in South Carolina, so long must we put aside
every thought save that of driving them from the soil! And now, since
we have hardly but begun the long journey, and have our faces turned
toward many a danger, instead of talking of revenge and boasting of our
escape, let us do all we may toward carrying out this first portion of
the plan Rufus has formed, as a first step toward which, one of you
had better take a swing at the paddle, thus giving me a better show of
sending the craft ahead at proper pace.”
“We will do better than that,” I cried, springing to my feet, ashamed
of having remained idle so long. “Neither Archie nor I need any more
coddling,” and even as I spoke our brave little comrade dipped his
paddle into the water once more, causing the skiff to dash swiftly
forward again, heading as directly for our destination--Gabriel’s
home--as the winding of the channel would permit.
And now, lest I set down too many words in the telling of what should
be a short tale, I will make no attempt at recording that which we said
or did while sailing up Cooper River, but content myself with putting
down the fact that shortly after daybreak next morning we were come to
the landing which led to the house where my parents, as I have already
said, had found a refuge. Neither is it necessary for me to describe
the greetings which were ours, nor how my heart swelled with pride and
joy as I heard my father say, even while mother was pressing me to her
bosom, as if I had but lately come from the very jaws of death:
“You and your companions have done well, Rufus, to take upon yourselves
the work of men. In these times children must grow old rapidly that
they may fill the place and do the work of those whom the king’s
hirelings kill and maim.”
It was as if I felt my mother shudder when father spoke these words
which told that he was in full accord with our purpose to become
soldiers, but never a word of remonstrance did she utter. Looking back
now, I can understand that she resolutely put far away the motherly
love which would shelter and protect her child, allowing us three lads
to think she was only concerned in our welfare as she busied herself
either in giving orders, or in performing the bitter work herself of
preparing an outfit for us who were to depart as soon as might be.
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