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
After that no one made objections to our station. It was seemingly the
place where death would come quickly, and that was evidently what had
been intended for us.
After thus taking station there was nothing to do save await the
signal, and we assembled on the firm ground within shelter of the
foliage, every fellow gripping his musket tightly, I fancied, even as I
did mine.
As the minutes wore away we began to believe that we had gotten into
position sooner than the commander had anticipated, and I sorrowed
because of such fact. To charge the camp, to feel the intoxication born
of powder fumes, to struggle desperately to best the enemy and fall
while so doing, was far easier than standing there idle with ample
time in which to think of what must be the end.
Perhaps some such idea was in Gabriel’s mind, for after a time he
said, speaking in a low tone as he laid his hand affectionately on my
shoulder:
“Perhaps it will never again be our good fortune to have such an
opportunity of proving our mettle as is given this night. Now I am in
no wise eager for death, but in my mind there is little fear that the
end be near at hand. Even if the odds are so strong against us, we
shall take this post of Georgetown, as I firmly believe. My brother
is a careful, prudent soldier, never taking upon himself a task which
is without hope, although there are many times when it has seemed so
to be. We shall capture Georgetown, lads, and if either of us fails
to come out alive, we have the proud satisfaction of knowing that,
whatsoever befalls the Cause, our names must live among those who gave
up everything for freedom.”
“Ay, lad, but this is not the time for such speeches,” Archie Gordon
said nervously, and had I not known the boy so well I might have
believed he was afraid. “It is no proof that his courage is greatest
who speaks very much regarding the future.”
“Meaning by such speech that I had best hold my tongue?” Gabriel
said with a laugh. “Perhaps you are right, yet there is upon me the
inclination to speak of what we have ventured, in order that I may be
the better able to appreciate life after it has been offered as a
sacrifice and refused.”
“I guarantee once we are come out from this expedition you will not
need anything of the past to make you understand that we ventured into
the very shadow of death. I realize without being told that ours is as
desperate an undertaking as a man can well imagine--”
“Now your words are more ill-timed than Gabriel’s!” I interrupted, for
between the two of them the cold chill of fear was beginning to run up
and down my spine.
Gabriel, heedless of this interruption, continued to speak of the
future as if we had no part in the present, and while he talked, even
though his hand was still upon my shoulder, I ceased to hear, for my
thoughts were gone out to that which lay directly before us.
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