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
“I have the good fortune not to be acquainted with that whelp; but
fancy we saw him, for there was a lad with the Tories whom the troopers
appeared to shun. These soldiers of the king’s, cutthroats though they
be, have no more love for a traitor than has an honest man, and you may
set it down that so far as it is within their power, your enemy does
not sleep among a bed of roses while among them.”
“It makes very little difference to us, sir, how they may treat the
cur; but we are eager to know if he yet remains with them, because we
Minute Boys will deal with him, and not give you gentlemen the trouble
of looking after such a sneak.”
“We Minute Boys?” General Marion repeated questioningly. “Have you lads
already such an organization?”
I looked to Gabriel to make reply, which he did without hesitation:
“Ay, sir, we have, although at present our force is not very
formidable, for the entire company is here assembled; but if so be we
see much of the surrounding country, I venture to say that before the
summer is past we will succeed in gathering such a troop as will not
make either you or us ashamed.”
“Well said, lad!” Captain Horry cried approvingly. “It is a good plan
for you youngsters to band yourselves together, and that you have
already made a start toward that end should shame those who are late in
coming to this rendezvous because afraid to stand manfully against the
foe.”
And thus it was without further argument or comment that General Marion
and his officers agreed we lads might form an independent company under
his command.
The horses were looked after carefully at the close of this day,
for although the distance from where we would cross the stream, to
Britain’s Neck, was no more than five miles, we needed to cover it with
speed, and perhaps the necessity of returning swiftly would be as great
as that of going. Therefore generous quantities of corn were dealt out
from the slender stores, and the animals groomed until they were in
fine fettle for any patriot to ride.
Not until the sun had set was the word to move given, and then, each
leading his horse, we went down into the stream, swimming the animals
across while we clung to saddle, mane, or tail, as fancy dictated.
When come to the opposite side we looked well to girths and weapons,
for once having arrived at our destination, there would be no time to
attend to such details if General Marion worked in his usual fashion.
Old Peter rode well in advance, still acting as one of the guides, and
there was among us none more trusted than he, for I have little doubt
but that the negro would have cheerfully yielded up his life had it
been necessary to save either the general or Gabriel from harm.
We rode at a sharp trot on either side of the highway where the turf
served to deaden the footfalls of the horses, not drawing rein up hill
or down until we were come to the elevation of which I have spoken as
backing the camp of the foe.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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