The Poems of Philip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution. Volume 1 (of 3)Freneau, Philip Morin
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The Poems of Philip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution. Volume 1 (of 3)
Freneau, Philip Morin
American poetry
"'Are you a passenger?' said the blacksmith. At the same time
happening to look up, I saw Hugh Ray looking steadily at me, who
immediately seized my hand, and asked me how I did. 'Do you know
him?' said Holmes, the master-at-arms. 'Then you are free from
irons; come over among the gentlemen.'
"This was an unexpected deliverance from a cursed disgrace which I
hardly knew how I should get clear of. After this I was used well
by everybody."
On the 29th the _Iris_ reached New York and the common prisoners were
sent to the prison ships in the harbor. Freneau, however, was retained
with the officers. He had been promised his liberty at the first
possible moment, but on Thursday, June 1st, at the Commissioner's
office, the charge was brought by the second mate that Freneau had been
among those stationed at the guns during the fight. He was refused
parole, though he promised security in any amount up to ten thousand
pounds, and the same day was placed on board the _Scorpion_ prison ship,
"lying off the college in the North River."
Freneau's experiences during his stay upon the _Scorpion_ have been
described by him in graphic style in his poem, "The Prison Ship."
"On the night of June 4th, thirty-five of the prisoners formed a
design of making their escape, in which they were favored by a
large schooner accidentally alongside of us. She was one that was
destined for the expedition to Elizabeth Town, and anchored just
astern of us. We were then suffered to continue upon deck, if we
chose, till nine o'clock. We were all below at that time except the
insurgents, who rushed upon the sentries and disarmed them in a
moment; one they tied by his neck-stock to the quarter rails, and
carried off his musquet with them (they were all Hessians); the
rest they drove down with their arms into the cabin and rammed the
sentry box down the companion in such a manner that no one could
get it up or down. One, Murphy, possessed himself of Gauzoo's
silver-hilted sword, and carried it off with him. When the sentries
were all silent, they manned the ship's boat and boarded the
schooner, though the people on board attempted to keep them off
with handspikes. The wind blowing fresh at south and the flood of
tide being made, they hoisted sail and were out of sight in a few
minutes. Those particulars we learned from some who were on duty,
but were unsuccessful in getting into the boat. As soon as the
sentries got possession of the vessel again, which they had no
difficulty in doing, as there was no resistance made, they posted
themselves at each hatchway and most basely and cowardly fired fore
and aft among us, pistols and musquets, for a full quarter of an
hour without intermission. By the mercy of God they touched but
four, one mortally.... After this no usage seemed severe enough for
us."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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