United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
When we were come near to my Lord Cornwallis's headquarters, I noted
with surprise that a goodly number of the soldiers, together with a
large sprinkling of officers, were pressing on toward the water's edge,
and it was no more than natural Pierre and I should follow the throng,
excited as we were by seeing the privates throw down shovel or pick
without permission, to chase at the heels of their superiors.
Before we were come to the dock it was possible to hear from the
distance a dull boom, as if many miles away a heavy cannon had been
discharged, and then there came another and another, and I heard those
red-coated men nearest me say gleefully:
"Admiral Graves is stirring up the frog-eaters! We may count it as
certain that these two rivers will no longer be blockaded by Frenchmen."
Then I remembered what Morgan had said, and understood that the fighting
for the possession of this town of York had already begun on the sea;
that the British fleet had come down to drive away the vessels under
command of Count De Grasse. Once more I grew timorous with understanding
that if the Englishmen should be victorious in this naval battle which I
doubted not was close at hand, then would it be possible for them to
land troops on the river of York or of James at their pleasure, until
our forces at Williamsburg were outnumbered ten or twenty to one.
The same thought was evidently in Pierre's mind, and he also must have
been fearing that the English sailors might prove superior to the French
seamen, for he said in a whisper, drawing me closely to him by clutching
tightly at my arm:
"My Lord Cornwallis must be mighty uneasy just about this time, for
unless the British fleet can drive away the French vessels, then is he
left to the mercy of our people who are coming down from the North to
join General Lafayette."
"Ay; but if so be the English succeed, then is General Lafayette's force
at their mercy."
"Ay, lad, and it may be a toss-up. At all events, I have it in mind that
whatsoever is going on at sea just now decides the fate of this portion
of the king's troops. Even though the Frenchmen do no more than hold
their own, and prevent the Britishers from driving them out of
Chesapeake Bay, then must the day speedily come when my Lord Cornwallis
will be crying for quarter."
"With all the fortifications that have been thrown up around this town
of York, it strikes me he may hold out many a long hour before being
forced to show the white flag," I said bitterly, and the little French
lad added cheerily:
"You forget that your people, under the command of my countryman, can
work as well if not better with pick and shovel, than have those
red-coated servants of the king, and I make no doubt but that there will
be as strong lines of entrenchments opposing my Lord Cornwallis, as he
has thrown up for his protection."
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