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
“Tell me about it, lad, as soon as you are in a condition to speak. How
did that Tory cur chance to leave you here? I had sooner thought he
would have put a bullet through your head.”
“And perhaps he might if our people had not come up so quickly,” Archie
replied, speaking with difficulty because his jaws were numb and
cramped from having been held open so long by the cruel gag.
Before he could say more a wounded man lying close at hand cried out
piteously, begging for us to drag him to the water’s edge where he
might bathe his shattered limb, and we set about the task, working as
tenderly, I am glad to say, as if he had been one of our comrades. From
that time until near daybreak, we who called ourselves the Minute Boys
of South Carolina acted the part of nurses, not only among those of our
own people, six of whom had been wounded and one killed, but toward the
enemy.
Archie did his full share of the work, and I question if any of us
lads knew when General Marion and his followers came back to camp,
further pursuit being impossible because of the darkness, and the thick
undergrowth into which the fugitives had ridden.
Not until the wounded on both sides had been cared for to the best of
our poor ability did we have time to look about the encampment, and
then we learned that here, as at the last engagement, the foe had left
behind him plunder of all kinds; so much that when once it was carried
to Snow’s Island we would have sufficient to outfit as many of our
people as might answer the general’s summons.
In addition to the camp equipment, provisions, and ammunition which had
thus come into our possession, we had a large number of horses which
the troopers gathered in as they returned from the chase--twenty-eight
all told, I believe. Before setting about getting breakfast we three
lads selected from the animals such as pleased our fancy, Captain
Horry having given word that we were to make our choice.
Then we sat down in front of the fire to toast bacon and bread while
we made a plentiful supply of coffee, helping ourselves generously
from the stores which the panic-stricken soldiers of the king had left
behind.
Not until this moment did we have opportunity to hear Archie’s story,
and the lad told it in few words, since indeed it could not be spun
out to any length, because of the fact that he had spent the greater
portion of the time bound and gagged, unable to see what was going on
about him.
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