United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Wyoming Valley (Pa.) -- History -- Juvenile fiction
XIV. UNEXPECTED AID 252
XV. A FORTUNATE FIND 270
XVI. ELIAS SHENDLE’S PLAN 289
XVII. FORTY FORT 308
XVIII. THE REFUGEES 327
XIX. FREEING THE VALLEY 349
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
“‘SO TRUE AS I LIVE, I WILL SHOOT’” (_page 25_) _Frontispiece_
“I WAS ABLE TO GET A GRIP UPON THE NAKED MURDERER’S THROAT” 51
“‘WATCHING HIS CHANCE, DANIEL WENT UP TO HER’” 76
“THE THIRD MOHAWK FELL, NEVER TO RISE AGAIN” 94
“GILES MARCH AND I EACH TOOK HIM BY THE HAND” 121
“‘STAND FIRM ... AND THE VICTORY IS OURS’” 167
“ONE OF WHOM A PAINTED BRUTE HELD HIGH IN HIS HAND” 219
“TAKING STEADY AIM ... I PULLED THE TRIGGER” 241
THE MINUTE BOYS OF THE WYOMING VALLEY
CHAPTER I.
THE COMPANY
I am not claiming even to myself that I, Jonathan Ogden, who was just
turned sixteen years of age on the first day of June, in the year of
grace 1778, was any more ardent in the desire to do whatsoever I might
toward breaking the shackles which the king had forged upon us than any
other of my acquaintance in or around Wilkesbarre, but it so chanced
that when we learned of the doings of the Indians nearabout Conewawah,
which was seemingly good proof the red villains had their faces turned
toward the valley, the idea of us lads banding ourselves together came
into my mind before my comrades had hit upon it.
As a matter of course, even while we were having a war of our own and
among ourselves, we had heard of the Minute Boys of the Green Mountains
and of Lexington, and more than once had I burned with the desire to
start some such organization in the valley; but what with writs of
ejectment here, and attacks by the Tories there, it seemed as if we
lads had our hands full in obeying the commands of our elders, without
scheming to push ahead for ourselves.
When we learned that Brant and his warriors, with the Johnsons, the
Butlers, and their Tory following, were looking with unfriendly eyes
toward our little settlements, it seemed of a verity that then was come
the time when we few lads might do the work of men, and truly was it
needed.
We of the valley had sent forth as soldiers an hundred and sixty-four
men, who had already done brave work in New Jersey. When that force
marched away, I question if an able-bodied man, of sufficient age to
be liable for military duty, had been left at home. We had old men,
cripples, and invalids, numbering perhaps seventy-five, and they, with
the women, made up the entire list which could be counted on for the
defence of our homes.
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