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 would have insisted that there could be no change in my sentiments
regarding his ability as a leader whatsoever the feeling we entertained
each for the other, but was interrupted by one of the troopers, who
thrust his head in at the door of our hut, saying in a quiet tone, as
if not minded that all should hear him:
“The order is that all who are to follow Captain Horry shall be in
readiness for the march within five minutes.”
We Minute Boys were not minded that any of the older soldiers should
obey the command more readily, and therefore it was that when Captain
Horry had made his own preparations we were already in the saddle,
standing in a squad by ourselves as if to show that it was our purpose
to hold the company distinct from the troopers.
There was no leave-taking when we departed from the camp, as a matter
of course, for such signs of friendship are not considered, as I have
since learned, seemly in those who follow the profession of arms; but
when we rode out from the encampment General Marion waved his hand in
a friendly manner, most like intending the gesture for his brother’s
eye only.
Once we were on the road, all our company were puffed up with pride,
when Captain Horry called Gabriel to ride in the advance by his
side. This was showing, as we would have it shown, that our leader
was recognized as such, and we placed upon the footing so ardently
desired--that of an independent company. We rode steadily at a brisk
trot for a full hour, and then Gabriel slackened pace that he might
fall back with us lads, I asking, as he pulled his horse in by my side:
“Why did you not continue with the leader? It gave us hearty pleasure
to see you in your proper place at the head of the column.”
“And I am still keeping my proper place, William Rufus, therefore you
need not begin to show jealousy lest the Minute Boys fail to receive
due recognition. The fact is that we are to cut loose from this force
within the next half-hour.”
“And do a little work on our own account?” Archie, having overheard the
words, asked eagerly.
“Ay, that is the way it appears now, although the task is not to my
liking, for through it we stand a good chance of being cut out from our
share of the fight in case the advance-guard of the enemy is come upon.”
“Tell us what you mean?” I cried irritably, for the possibility that
we might be detached in order to prevent our taking full share of the
danger was a blow to my pride.
“In half an hour, as Captain Horry figures, we shall have come to the
crossroads within a couple of miles of the Sinclair plantation, and
no one can say in which direction the enemy may approach. Therefore
is this force to be separated, one party bearing to the left, and the
other halting at Sinclair’s.”
“Then we are like to have an opportunity of going into action on our
own account,” Archie cried gleefully, believing by such a move we might
have an opportunity to show what the Minute Boys could do unaided.
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