United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Then I released the cur, and watched for an instant to see that he went
straight back toward the cabin, after which I turned about to rejoin
Uncle 'Rasmus, and at that instant it was as if all nature had suddenly
been convulsed.
Because of my excitement, and owing to the fact that I was so intent
upon that which was to be done, I had given no heed to the tokens in
the sky, and the clouds may have been gathering half an hour or more
without my knowledge. Certain it is, however, that on the instant, and
suddenly as the lightning's flash, came the roar of a tempest that shook
the half-ruined houses nearabout until the last timbers were overthrown,
and I was forced to exert all my strength in order to stand against that
furious blast. Then came peal upon peal of thunder, which drowned the
roaring of the guns, for our people were yet firing upon the doomed
village in order to show the Britishers that they were on the alert.
The vibration of the thunder had hardly died away when the lightning
flashed great sheets of flame across the eastern sky, illumining the
river whereon boats were plying to and fro, and showing clear as in a
mirror the red-coats massed upon the banks awaiting their turn to go
across to Gloucester Point.
After that came a downpour of water, when the wind drove the rain-drops
in solid sheets, as you might say, which stung one's face like thousands
of needles. The roaring of thunder, for after the first outburst of the
tempest it seemed to be almost continuous, the blinding flashes of
light, together with the deluge of water, all served to confuse one, and
I believe I stood there struggling against the elements to hold my
footing, a full minute before gathering my wits sufficiently to turn
about in order to rejoin Uncle 'Rasmus.
"For de Lawd's sake, honey, am de earth turnin' upside down?" the old
man cried when I came to where he stood exposed to all the fury of the
tempest, for he dared not remain amid the ruins of the building where
great timbers were being flung about by the wind like straws. "What's
Gin'ral Cornwallis gone done to bring on dis yere ter'ble racket?"
"I have released the Tories, Uncle 'Rasmus," I shouted, forced to speak
close in his ear else he could not have heard me. "Why should we not
push on even as Pierre has planned for us to do?"
"Was you gwine to tell our people dat de Britishers were takin' to dere
heels for Gloucester Point?" Uncle 'Rasmus asked, as if having forgotten
all that I had told him.
"Of course that is the story. Why else should it be necessary for us to
make such haste?"
"Den stay whar you are, honey. Dere's gwine to be no retreatin' dis yere
night."
"What do you mean?" I asked in bewilderment, almost fancying the old man
had taken leave of his senses. "We saw a portion of the army go across."
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