The Life of General Francis Marion — John Locke — John Shaqi
The Life of General Francis Marion
John Locke · en
As a place of greater security from the enemy's vessels, Dorchester had
been pitched on as a deposite for ammunition and military stores,
and put under a guard of militia. But fearing that the tories
might rise upon this slender force and take away our powder,
an article, at that time, of incalculable value, the council of safety
advised to add a company of regulars, under some brave and vigilant officer.
Marion had the honor to be nominated to the command,
and, on the 19th of November, 1775, marched to the post, where he continued,
undisturbed by the tories, until Christmas, when he was ordered
down to Charleston to put fort Johnson in a state of defence.
About this time an affair happened in Charleston, which filled with horror
all who witnessed it. Captain Fuller, of the second regiment,
a gentleman in other respects very amiable and exemplary,
gave himself up to hard drinking, and to such an excess as brought on
an inflammation in the brain. In this frantic state, with wild rolling eyes,
and a face shockingly bloated and red, he would behave for all the world
as if he were leading his men into action. "Come on, my brave fellows,"
he would cry, "now be cool and steady -- reserve your fire till I say the word
-- now give it to them, my heroes -- hurra, they run, they run.
I thank you, my lads, for your gallantry in your country's cause."
All this time the sweat would roll in torrents down his cheeks.
Then, quite exhausted, he would fall on his knees, and with clasped hands,
and eyes lifted to heaven, would pronounce the Lord's Prayer and the creed
in the most moving manner. For several days the soldiers gathered around him
while thus employed: and often with tears in their eyes,
would observe the total ruin which intemperance had brought upon
this once elegant young gentleman. -- His friends in the country,
hearing of his deplorable condition, came and took him home,
where death soon put an end to all his miseries.
In a short time after this, our regiment was deprived of another
very genteel young officer, lieutenant Perrineau; who also fell
an early sacrifice to that most shameful and detestable practice
of morning slings and mid-day draughts of strong grog.