United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Wyoming Valley (Pa.) -- History -- Juvenile fiction
Now lest I multiply words needlessly, by trying to give a complete list
of those who had come to us, let me say that there were thirty-two
women and children, and fourteen men and boys added to our number.
Owing to Colonel Dennison’s efforts with John Butler, every member of
the party, save the very smallest children, brought with them more or
less in the way of provisions, and three of the men had succeeded in
getting off with their muskets by taking the barrel from the stock, and
packing both pieces in bundles of clothing.
In addition to this, sixteen of the company had secreted about them
powder and ball, so that it seemed as if we need not fear to run out of
either provisions or ammunition for a week at least, though I promised
myself that as soon as it could be done, I would have a careful
estimate made of all our stores.
Counting all the men and boys who had just arrived, together with our
wounded, my company of Minute Boys numbered twenty-four, or two more
than when we went into Fort Jenkins hoping to hold it against all the
Tories and savages who might come. To arm these, however, we had only
fourteen muskets, with, possibly, a knife for each one, since nearly
all of the fugitives had been allowed to bring with them knives as well
as hatchets.
Our force was even stronger than I have stated, for among the women
were no less than sixteen who looked as if they might be counted on
to stand guard, reload weapons during a fight, and, perhaps, do not a
little work if it came to a hand-to-hand scrimmage.
“It isn’t a bad showing,” I said to Master Bartlett, after looking over
the newcomers. “We should be able to hold this place at least until our
ammunition is exhausted.”
“Even more than that can be done, lad, if you hold yourself steadily as
the captain. Insist on each man and woman doing his or her full share
of the work, and when you give an order, take good care that it is
obeyed promptly. Discipline is even more necessary than weapons, and
the commander’s hand must be firm.”
At that moment I was thinking more of how we might add to the store of
provisions than as to exercising my authority, and interrupted the old
man to call Giles March, saying to him when he was come:
“Take with you a full dozen men and boys, and make search of all these
ruins. There must be food of some kind, burned or otherwise, in such
fragments of the buildings as are yet standing, and there should be
gardens nearabout from which considerable may already be gathered.”
He did not delay to question, but summoned those nearest at hand, and
when he was gone I sent six more women to the lookout platforms, urging
them, and those already on guard, to keep sharp watch while Giles and
his company remained absent.
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