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
How that afternoon passed I am unable to say even now, while looking
calmly back upon it. Then I was in such a fever of anxiety and
self-reproach as to be hardly conscious of what I did or said, knowing,
however, that before the day was come to a close all of Tarleton’s or
Wemyss’s followers must have arrived at that one plantation, and on the
road in the rear lay our people, waiting for the information which we
should have carried them.
There was not one among our party who did not realize that having
thus entrapped ourselves, we might bring direst misfortune upon our
people, who, not receiving intelligence from us that the enemy were
near at hand and in such numbers, might advance only to find themselves
overwhelmed.
During the early part of the afternoon the British officers enjoyed
themselves noisily in the room below, but as the day came to a close
all was hushed, while sentinels were stationed, so far as we could
see, around the house to prevent the troopers from disturbing the
repose of their superiors, for it seemed probable these representatives
of the king had ministered to their appetites until sleep became a
necessity.
We lads, tired of standing, and not daring to move around the room
lest the noise of our footsteps should betray us, sat or lay upon the
floor as fancy dictated, but Gabriel remained close by the door as if
studying profoundly, while I crouched by his side, attempting now and
then to beguile him into conversation.
When the sun had set we could see the gleam of fires here and there
about the grounds, showing where the soldiers were encamped in the
open air, and I said to myself that even though we might succeed in
leaving the building, there was little possibility we could make our
way undetected past the sentinels and idle soldiery.
The evening was well along when Gabriel began drawing off his boots,
and I, not dreaming of the plan in his mind, followed his example,
thinking he was making ready to move about because his limbs were
cramped, as were mine.
“You are not to go,” he whispered sharply, laying his hand upon mine,
and I, like the simple that I was, asked in surprise:
“Go where?”
“I count on making an attempt to get away from this place, but there
is little hope that two could accomplish it undetected. Because it is
through my stupidity that we Minute Boys are here in this trap, I am
the one who should undertake all the risks.”
“You would venture down-stairs and then out upon the grounds, which
are lighted up by the many camp-fires?” I asked incredulously, and he
nodded his head emphatically.
“Then I shall go with you.”
“You will do no such thing, Rufus Randolph! Even though I have been
a fool, you must still admit I stand as leader of the party, and my
orders are to be obeyed. One may do what two could not.”
“But suppose you succeed in getting out of the house, what then? You
cannot hope to travel on foot so far as will be necessary to come upon
our people.”
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