The Only Woman in the Town, and Other Tales of the American Revolution — John Shaqi
The Only Woman in the Town, and Other Tales of the American RevolutionPrichard, Sarah J. (Sarah Johnson)
History
The Only Woman in the Town, and Other Tales of the American Revolution
Prichard, Sarah J. (Sarah Johnson)
Short stories; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
How grand the General looked to the boy, as, with stately step, he
trod slowly the church aisle accompanied by his officers.
Now he was come to the vestibule. It was Blue-Eyed Boy's chance at
last. The great, dancing, gleeful eyes, that have outlived in fame the
very name of the lad, were fixed on Washington, as he stepped forward
to accost him.
"Out of the way!" exclaimed a guard, and thrust him aside.
"I _will_ speak! General Washington!" screamed Blue-Eyed Boy, in
sudden excitement. The idea of anybody who had seen, even through a
key-hole, the signing of the Declaration of Independence, being thrust
aside thus!
General Washington stayed his steps and ordered, "Let the lad come to
me."
"I've good news for you," said the youth.
"What news?"
Officers stood around--even the congregation paused, having heard the
cry.
"It's for you alone, General Washington."
The lad's eyes were ablaze now. All the light of Philadelphia's late
illuminations burned in them. General Washington bade the youth follow
him.
"But my pony is tied yonder," said he, "and he's hungry and tired too.
I can't leave him."
"Come hither, then," and the Commander-in-chief withdrew with the lad
within the sacred edifice.
"General Washington," said Blue-Eyed Boy, "on Thursday Congress
declared _us_ free and independent."
"Where are your dispatches?" leaped from the General's lips, his face
shining.
"Why--why, I haven't any, but it's all true, sir," faltered the boy.
"How did you find it out?"
"I was right there, sir. Don't you remember me? I help Bellman Grey
take care of the State House at Philadelphia, and I run on errands for
the Congress folks, too, sometimes."
"Did Congress send you on this errand?"
"No, General Washington; I can't tell a lie, I came myself."
"How did you know me?"
Blue-Eyed Boy was ready to cry now. To be sure he was sturdy and
strong, and nearly fourteen, too; but to be doubted, after all his
long, tiresome journey, was hard. However, he winked once or twice
violently, and then he looked his very soul into the General's face,
and said: "Why, I saw you every day you went to Congress, only a
month ago, I did."
"I believe you, my lad. Get your horse and follow me."
Blue-Eyed Boy followed on, and waited in camp until the tardy
despatches came in on Tuesday morning, confirming every word that he
had spoken.
The same evening all the brigades in and around New York were ordered
to their respective parade-grounds.
Blue-Eyed Boy was admitted within the hollow square formed by the
brigades on the spot where stands the City Hall. Within the same
square was General Washington, sitting on horseback, and the great
Declaration was read by one of his aids.
It is needless to tell how it was received by the eager men who
listened to the mighty truths with reverent, uncovered heads.
Henceforth every man felt that he had a banner under which to fight,
as broad as the sky above him, as sheltering as the homely roof of
home.
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