United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
It seemed fortunate that Uncle 'Rasmus succeeded in convincing us it
would be in the highest degree dangerous to ride good saddle horses, and
there were none other on the Hamilton plantation, within the British
lines at York Town, and finally we agreed among ourselves, so eager had
we grown to know what was being done by my Lord Cornwallis, to walk
there and back. It would not be a severe journey, for we might count on
going and returning between sunrise and sunset, and yet not exert
ourselves overly much.
It is not necessary I should set down anything concerning our movements
from the time we parted with Uncle 'Rasmus, until next morning, an hour
after sunrise, when we were come within view of York Town, having walked
at a rapid pace, for even though it was yet early in September, there
was a bit of frost in the air which induced one to move rapidly lest he
become chilled.
It was when we were come so near the end of our journey, that we saw
ahead of us, less than a quarter of a mile away, Horry Sims, who lived
on the old Livingston plantation, three miles above my home, and he
appeared to be talking earnestly with a mounted officer who was in
command of mayhap a dozen men.
Now Horry Sims was a lad who might fairly have been called a friend of
mine, because we had had no angry words together such as could not
readily be wiped out; but since two or three years neither Saul nor I
chummed very much with the lad. It was believed, and with good cause,
that his father yet remained loyal to the king, and was not only ready
to make a display of love for his majesty; but appeared so willing to
show disloyalty to his neighbors that it almost amounted to eagerness.
Uncle 'Rasmus declared again and again that Master Sims had had a hand
in whatsoever of mischief had been done in Virginia, and perhaps Saul
and I might have believed the old negro had he not set down so much of
evil to the account of Horry's father that it was impossible one man
could have compassed it all.
Certain it is, however, we had come to look upon Master Sims as a rank
Tory, and, fancying his son might hold the views of his father, we two
lads, meaning Saul and me, had kept away from him, not in the way of
enmity, but rather to avoid the lad, although we treated him fairly when
he came where we were.
After all we believed we knew, it should not have seemed strange to us
that Horry Sims was talking in an apparently friendly fashion with this
officer in his majesty's service, yet we were surprised, for now was
come the time, if he felt so disposed, when it was possible for him to
do much of harm to his neighbors, and on the instant I stepped aside
from the highway that I might be screened by the bushes, beckoning my
companions to do the same.
We had thus hidden ourselves from view of those who were ahead of us, as
I believed, before they came to know that we were in the vicinity, and
Saul, thinking that now was the time when we might do Minute-Boy duty,
whispered to me:
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