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
Our people were indeed holding their own, and more. The enemy had made
a stand near about the centre of the encampment, and although one
might have supposed that four hundred men would keep in check twenty,
we had driven them beyond the southernmost camp-fire--that is to say,
we were really in possession of their night quarters.
Perhaps, in order that he who reads may not have the idea I am
drawing the long bow for the purpose of praising our people to the
disparagement of the enemy, it may be necessary to state what we fully
realized at the time. It was that the advantage had been on our side
from the outset, since our coming was so much of a surprise that a
certain number of the redcoats were illy prepared for the encounter.
Then again, they were unable, just coming from sleep, to see as
distinctly as we who had been riding through the darkness, and these
things, taken into consideration with the fact that it was not to be
expected that men who fought for money, as did the king’s troops, would
do as valiant battle as those who were defending their homes and their
loved ones, explains why we were able to do all we did.
As I have said, we had driven the enemy beyond his line of encampment,
and in obedience to the commands of the British officers the redcoats
stood in line of battle, not breaking the formation when they gave way
before us; while we fought Indian fashion, from behind tree, rock, or
tent, so that we were sheltered from view. Thus it was our bullets went
straight to the mark, while theirs were fired at random.
Our people, and by this I mean the men under General Marion’s command,
already having forced their way through the camp, were now in such
position that their backs were toward the river-bank, and the redcoats
stood in battle array at the edge of the swamp, while we lads who had
come into the combat on foot were midway between our friends and the
right end of the enemy’s line.
Having thus explained the position as well as is possible for one new
to such work, that the suggestion, perhaps I should call it a command,
which Gabriel gave may the better be understood, I now set down that
which he said after having taken in all the details of the situation:
“By falling back twenty paces we shall be screened by yonder line
of bushes, and will try to make our way to the rear of the king’s
men slowly, firing as we circle around that it may appear as if
reinforcements were coming up.”
Having said this, he set the example, and in a few seconds we were
carrying out his commands, taking good aim as we discharged our
muskets; then advancing behind the screen of bushes while we reloaded,
and stopping again only long enough to send in another volley of
bullets, until we were come to the very edge of the swamp directly in
line with the redcoats.
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