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
His words thrilled me, causing every nerve to quiver, and on the
instant I seemed to see as if it were pictured before my eyes, the
course which we should pursue. Without hesitating, and, I hope,
speaking as if the thought had been in my mind before Jacob suggested
it, I said sharply:
“See to it that you have your weapons ready, and follow me in double
file. We will go down this front staircase and out of the house by the
back way, so that it will be possible to fall upon the enemy in the
rear, and they be made to suppose that reinforcements have come up from
the opposite direction.”
Now every lad was on fire; the possibility of striking a blow after we
had been penned up like rats in a trap was most welcome, and we gave no
thought to the danger, or the chance that we might find ourselves in
the midst of the redcoats instead of in their rear.
I ran at full speed, regardless of encountering any one in the
passageway, after making certain the Minute Boys were following, and
when we had traversed the entire length of the building without meeting
any one, and came out into the open on that side nearest the slave
quarters, it appeared as if the attacking force was making its way up
the lane leading from the road. The Britishers were wheeled about in
that direction, and, save for a few skulkers here and there, nothing
prevented our making such a demonstration as must be effective.
I led the way round the building until we were at the westerly corner
of the front, and there, where we might be screened in case a volley
was suddenly poured upon us, said to my comrades:
“Let us discharge our weapons at the same instant in order to make it
appear that our force is very large, and that done, each lad is to step
back within the shelter of the house while he reloads.”
There was no delay in carrying such a plan into execution, nor was it
possible for us to miscalculate the aim, since the Britishers were
hardly more than twenty yards away, standing in so large a body that we
would have fired wild indeed had any of our missiles failed of effect.
Even though we were attacking the enemies of our country, it was not a
pleasing thought to me that we were doing our best to take the lives
of human beings. But surely it would be a survival of the fittest, and
from our point of view the “fittest” were those who had nearest their
hearts a love for the Carolinas.
That which gave us greatest pleasure was a cry which came from the rear
rank when our bullets took effect, for then we could hear half a dozen
of the nearest shout:
“They have outflanked us! The rebels are in the rear!”
I fancied that those of our people who were in front also heard this
cry, hoping they understood who was thus creating a diversion, for it
seemed to me their fire was redoubled, and I believed I heard cries of
encouragement and of joy.
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