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
“Not until the first alarm was given, and then Seth Hastings himself
was the one who did the deed, thrusting a bunch of grass into my
mouth even at the moment when I opened it, hoping by the sound of my
voice you would know where I was. Then he unloosed me from the tree,
trussing me up as you have seen, with the intention, I believe, of
dragging me so far away that he could work his will without fear of the
consequences. In fact, he did give me a few hard blows; but I was so
excited by the noise of the battle, so fearful lest you would not come
off victorious, that he might have inflicted double punishment without
my being aware of what he was about.”
We lads were yet around the camp-fire satisfying our hunger and
curiosity at the same time, when, shortly after break of day, orders
were given for all hands to set about making ready for the march. It
seemed to be understood without question that we were to retreat to
Snow’s Island, for the double purpose of carrying there our plunder,
and gaining a place where we could better resist an attack, for unless
these soldiers of the king were arrant cowards they would soon recover
from the panic into which we had driven them, and return to make
reprisals.
Every horse was loaded with as heavy a burden as he could carry, and so
also were the men. Even then we were forced to leave behind much which
might have been of greatest value to those who were struggling for the
Cause.
There was not one among us, save the officers themselves, who did not
believe we would spend the night on Snow’s Island, therefore great was
our surprise when, after a march of about two hours, we were halted,
and three members of the company told off to take charge of the plunder
and spare horses.
While we were looking at each other wondering what could be the reason
for such an odd proceeding, the command was given that each man, save
the three already spoken of, was to take from the general store as
much of provisions for himself, and provender for his horse, as would
suffice during eight and forty hours, all of which was to be packed
behind the rider in the most convenient form for carrying.
This done, the company, with the exception of those who had been
detailed to camp service, was sent forward at a leisurely pace
southward, making no further halt until the sun was high in the
heavens, when we were come to a ford on the Black River six or seven
miles south of Kingstree.
Here it was announced that men and horses would be allowed a rest of
an hour. General Marion and Captain Horry, as if incapable of feeling
fatigue, rode ahead nearly due west, leaving us alone.
“What is the meaning of this?” I asked while unsaddling my horse that
his back might be washed, and Gabriel replied with a laugh which had
in it considerable of satisfaction:
“I am of the opinion that our commander does not intend to sit still
and gloat over his laurels.”
“Meaning that he counts on striking another blow at once?” Archie asked
in surprise.
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