PREPARATIONS FOR FLIGHT
There is little of particular interest that can be told concerning
ourselves during that time of happenings which I have just set down in
the words of another, when our people were showing themselves such able
soldiers.
When the fighting was hottest at least two of us lads were out of doors
where we could see what was going on, and regarding not the bullets or
cannon balls that came our way, in our eagerness to watch for some
advantage which might be gained by the Americans.
It was for us a time of constant anxiety. We had the prisoners to guard,
and had we not been forced to take Abel Hunt as we did, then might it
have been a simple matter, for we could frighten Horry Sims into
submission. But this hulking, dissolute fellow, as ready to fight as he
was to eat, regardless of whether he faced friend or foe, was smarting
under the sense of being held captive by lads, and we knew only too well
that he would struggle to his utmost to set himself free that he might
denounce us as spies, which he could well do after knowing what he must
have known regarding the Jerseyman.
While I was on duty in the loft I stood at one of the small apertures or
the other gazing out, oftentimes hearing the shrieking of a bomb as it
came within what seemed to be a very short distance of the building; but
ever keeping a watchful eye on Abel Hunt.
At such times as I was off duty and not obliged to go with Pierre
foraging, for he was the only one of us three who could successfully
conduct such expeditions, I was lounging around the outside of the
building, saddened when our people slackened fire, lest they should be
wavering in the attempt to overcome Cornwallis, and again exulting when
the big guns boomed their notes of defiance until it was as if the very
air vibrated with the detonations.
Although we were so fearsome that Hunt might succeed in making his
escape, at least four times in every four and twenty hours were we
forced in humanity's name to take the gag from his mouth, that he might
get relief for his jaws.
The fellow begged again and again that we would relieve him from his
bonds so he might walk around, promising to be as obedient to our orders
as was Horry Sims; but I knew him too well to put any trust in his
words.
Now and then we released his feet, and again gave him free use of one
arm at a time; in other words, we did all we might to relieve the pain
of his position without running too much risk on our part.
On that day when the French and the American troops attacked the
redoubts on either side the village, I thought we had come to our last
hour on earth, so thickly did the shots from the American redoubt
directly in front of the lines which were sent to cover the assault I
have already described, strike roundabout old Mary's cabin. It seemed
certain we must be sent into the Beyond by those who would lend us
every aid within their power.
It was when a solid shot struck the corner of the cabin near to the
ridge-pole, just above where Abel Hunt lay, and plowed its way through
the solid logs, tearing them aside as a child might shatter a lot of
jackstraws, that I believed we were soon to meet our death. Hunt must
have been of the same opinion, for he begged like a cur, when Pierre and
I went up shortly afterward, for us to keep the gag from his mouth,
declaring that we were striving to compass his death by leaving him in
such a place.
But for Pierre Laurens I believe we would have abandoned the prisoners,
and, taking Uncle Rasmus with us, fled down to the bank of the river
immediately in the rear of the captured redoubt, where several of the
villagers were gathered in abject terror, thinking only to shield
themselves from the iron hail which came into and across the encampment
with the fury of a summer tempest.
It was not possible for us to go an hundred yards in either direction
from the cabin without coming upon wounded or dead, and so accustomed
did we become within a very short time to such horrible scenes that they
ceased to terrify us, save when, as happened more than once, a soldier
was shot down within a stone's throw of our hiding place. Even then it
was to us nothing so very terrible, save that it served to point out the
peril in which we were placed.
We had long since ceased to depend upon the citizens of York for food;
but went boldly up to the quartermaster's department when rations were
being served, and only once were we turned away empty-handed.
I would not have it understood that during the siege we were living on
the fat of the land; we had sufficient with which to partially allay our
hunger, and took good care that the prisoners should not suffer from
lack of food, even though we ourselves might be forced to fast.
Once during these times of excitement a bomb struck that portion of the
cabin which had already been shattered, and on the instant the dry
timbers were in a flame. Fortunately, however, we had a full bucket of
water in the house, and by aid of this, with what could hurriedly be
brought from the well near at hand, we succeeded in extinguishing the
fire before it gained headway.
"If that had happened in the night, then had we all been burned to
death," Saul said thoughtfully, and Pierre laughed him to scorn as he
replied:
"If so be we lads haven't sense enough to go out of doors when the heat
inside becomes too great, then of a verity do we deserve to be burnt
alive. No danger which may come to us from our people can cause me to
grumble, for it is all in the way of teaching the king's soldiers a
lesson, and my life counts for nothing."
I believe we had all come to cheapen the value of a human life by this
time, having seen so many of the red-coated soldiers shot down. Until we
were come to this village of York I had shuddered at the very thought of
shedding blood; but now so hardened was I become to such scenes that I
gave no heed to those who fell within view of the cabin, nor did I hold
my own life as of great importance even to myself.
He who has followed thus far my attempt to tell the story of what
certain lads who called themselves Minute Boys of York Town did during
this time of the siege, must strive to picture for himself our goings-in
and comings-out while we were thus tied to old Mary's cabin. They must
see in their minds' eye Pierre and I foraging, or mentally be with us
when we divided our scanty store of food, giving to the helpless ones in
the loft more than we took ourselves, for I cannot set all this down so
that another may see it clearly, without using so many words that the
most patient reader would turn aside from the pages wearied.
Therefore it is that I shall come directly to that evening so near the
end of the siege when my Lord Cornwallis attempted to turn tail, leaving
the sick and wounded behind him as he strove to gain a shelter in New
York.
That forenoon Pierre and I had gone to the commissary's quarters when
the rations were dealt out, and stood in line to receive our share, for
during the past few days there had been no question as to giving us a
certain amount of food. We were most likely looked upon as village lads,
and by this time my Lord Cornwallis had been forced to feed the citizens
of York from the army stores, he having seized from those who had an
abundance everything that might serve to satisfy hunger.
Even I, thick-headed and dull of vision as I am, understood on this
morning that some change was near at hand. The red-coats were moving
here and there hurriedly, like bees whose hive has been disturbed. There
was a great gathering of horses nearby the river bank, and among them,
to my grief and anxiety, was my own colt Silver Heels; baggage wagons
were being drawn down to the shore, and officers rode to and fro in hot
haste, seemingly giving little heed as to what might be going on in the
fortifications.
Half the buildings in the town had been taken possession of that they
might be used as hospitals for the poor wretches who had been wounded,
and as we passed them on our way to the commissary's quarters I noted
that the surgeons were going from one to another as if having but little
time to spend. The British fire had slackened although the Americans
continued to pour shot and bombs into the town in a half-hearted way,
and one might almost have supposed they were getting short of
ammunition.
"Something of importance is going on here," I said decidedly when Pierre
and I, having received what was supposed to be our proper amount of
rations, had set off as if to return to the cabin. "Do you note that
baggage is being carried to the river, and the horses are tethered
there? Have you seen how hurriedly the surgeons were moving about,
giving but scant heed to those who need their services most?"
"All that I have seen," Pierre replied gravely, "and it would seem to me
that the riddle may easily be read, even by you who claim to have no
knowledge of military matters."
"What do you mean?" I cried sharply. "What is it you read in this
movement, except, perhaps, that Cornwallis is making ready for another
sortie?"
"Would he make ready for a sortie by moving his baggage to the river? By
gathering the horses there?" Pierre cried, speaking incautiously loud,
and then lowering his voice to a whisper as he realized that the words
might carry far even despite the roaring of the American guns. "If it
was in his mind to strike a blow at our people would he be overhauling
his baggage? Would not the horses be taken near to the front where they
might be used?"
"What is it you mean?" I cried impatiently, not in the mood to wait
until Pierre had gotten ready to repeat after his own fashion that which
was in his mind.
"Do you remember that the Jerseyman said my Lord Cornwallis was making
ready to run away?"
Like a flash it came upon me. I remembered all that Morgan had said, and
as it came to my mind everything unusual around me had its meaning as
plain as the sun at noon-time.
At last this general of the king who had boasted that he would come down
and drive all the rebels out from Virginia, regardless of what that
"French boy, Lafayette, might do," was making ready to run away--to run
away from those American soldiers whom the Britishers did not believe
could fight, although certain it is they had good proof of it at Bunker
Hill in the colony of Massachusetts, and were they not getting more
proof now? Was there a red-coat in all our village of York who had not
come to realize, and would be willing to admit, that the so-called
rebels who fought under every disadvantage and bore patiently every
suffering, could stand at their guns as bravely as any who wore his
majesty's uniform?
It was a moment when I was more proud than I have ever since been in my
life, proud of my people, not of myself, and with the pride came a
feeling of sad disappointment because I had not been able to contribute
anything to this downfall of the swaggering Britishers. I had hoped we
might enroll a full company of Minute Boys who despite their age would
earn the right to serve as soldiers, and yet had I accomplished nothing
save coming into this village in the vain hope of being able to regain
possession of my horse, remaining here almost as much of a prisoner as
either Abel Hunt or Horry Sims.
The news was too good to be kept to myself, and regarding not Pierre's
movements I ran at full speed back to old Mary's cabin, shouting as I
burst through the door:
"The Britishers are getting ready to run away! Cornwallis has grown
frightened, and is giving up the fight!"
"How know you that?" Saul cried sharply, seizing me by the shoulder as
if forcing me to give proof, and at the same instant I heard the
prisoners in the loft stirring as if in fear, while Horry Sims asked,
although knowing full well his companion could not answer a question:
"Do you believe it possible my Lord Cornwallis would really run away?"
"He is getting ready to run away!" I shouted triumphantly. "Even now the
baggage is being carried to the river bank; all the spare horses are
tethered there, and save for the few soldiers who are left in the works,
there is no further heed being given to what our people are doing!"
"Bress de Lawd! Bress de Lawd!" Uncle 'Rasmus cried in a fever of
ecstasy. "I'se done been certain ole Marse would help dribe de red-coats
out ob Virginia; but I neber dreamed dey'd get so scared as to run away.
Bress de Lawd! Bress de Lawd!"
When Pierre joined us, and we were given over to joy and triumph there
suddenly came into my mind the thought that if my Lord Cornwallis did
beat a retreat speedily, and was not overtaken by our people, then was
Silver Heels lost to me forever. He could only leave the village of York
by crossing over to Gloucester and making hurried marches toward the
Potomac River, and under such circumstances I knew that my dear little
Silver Heels could not hold out as would the seasoned steeds of the
troopers. She would be left by the roadside crippled, mayhap, and linger
there until she died.
Dearly though I loved the Cause, or thought I did, I was almost
unwilling to pay such a price for victory as that this colt of mine,
which had been carefully tended since she left her mother, should be
abused as I knew she would be in event of a hurried retreat, and when
Pierre asked in surprise what had happened to cast such a veil of gloom
over my face, I gave words to the fear in my mind, whereupon he said
soothingly, caressing my arm as was his wont, for the dear lad
understood how near to my heart was that same little Silver Heels:
"There are others nearabout, Fitz Hamilton, who can also make a hurried
march, and who knew the country better than do these under my Lord
Cornwallis's command. Do you believe our people will remain idle and let
this army, which they have much the same as gotten under their thumbs,
slip away?"
"But the Britishers will have the start of them before they know what
has been done. Give Cornwallis twelve hours' advantage and traveling
light as I doubt not he intends to do, there is every chance he can make
good his escape."
"But he will not have twelve hours the start!" Pierre cried sharply. "Do
you count that we who call ourselves Minute Boys will linger here one
moment after those red-coats have set off for the Gloucester shore? Do
you fancy we will have no part to play? The moment the troops have been
withdrawn from the fortifications so that a fellow may cross the lines
without bringing down a shower of bullets upon him, each of us three
will set out at full speed, regardless of the danger, for our own
friends may fire upon us ignorant of our intentions. We must get word to
the American forces before the last of my Lord Cornwallis's army has
passed out of Gloucester."
"But how shall we know when the Britishers have been drawn from the
fortifications?"
"By watching them, lad!" Pierre cried eagerly. "By watching them! Do you
count that from this moment on we shall do anything save watch them? I
would almost be willing to let Abel Hunt go free so we might be
unhampered, for while the red-coats are getting ready to retreat they
will give little heed to any information such as he can give them. But
it may be well to hold him until night-fall, and then the three of us,
each going in a different direction, must keep sharp watch over all that
is being done, ready to make a break for our lines at the first moment
we are certain the enemy has fled."
The lad's tone, equally with his words, was well calculated to stir the
blood, and as I saw in the future a possibility that Silver Heels might
yet be reclaimed by me, I ceased to mourn her as being lost forever, but
gave all my thoughts to the triumph which awaited our people.
We were talking loudly, having ceased to be cautious in speech because
the roar of the guns drowned all other sounds, and were giving noisy
voice to our joy when Uncle 'Rasmus suddenly cried from his seat at the
window, where he had stood watch, so to speak, all the dreary time we
had been in the besieged village:
"Hol' on dar, chillun; hol' on dar! Here comes a crowd ob red-coats!"
"Coming for us?" Saul cried nervously, and I am ashamed to say that the
suggestion caused my knees to tremble, even though had I stopped to
reflect upon the matter I would have understood that at such a time as
this, when he was in sore straits, my Lord Cornwallis would not trouble
himself about three boys and an old negro who were where they could not
do him harm however much they so desired.
As a matter of course we crowded to the window near where Uncle 'Rasmus
sat, and there saw a group of nine men, powder-stained and evidently
wearied from work in the trenches, halt within less than twenty yards of
the cabin door where they threw themselves down upon the ground,
evidently for no other purpose than to gain a needed rest.
"It is nothing," Pierre said, again quickly reading the signs. "These
men are becoming discouraged, most like having an inkling of what their
officers count on doing, and have deliberately come out of the trenches
without permission, to take such ease as can be found to-day for a
red-coat in the town of York."
We watched the men curiously, and for my part with a certain sense of
exultation because I fancied they knew the fate which was in store for
them. They were all armed, fully accoutered, and should have been at
their posts, as I understood.
After their arrival we talked more guardedly, but not the less
triumphantly regarding what we would do, and little Frenchie explained
how one of us might cross the lines at this point, the second at
another, and the third elsewhere, so there might be no delay in getting
news to an officer of our army immediately we were positive Cornwallis
had drawn off his forces.
We ceased to pay any particular heed to these idle soldiers who were
neglecting their duty, until there came to our ears shrieks of agony
like to chill the blood in one's veins, followed by groans and moans
from that group of idlers.
We soon came to understand that a shot from the American lines had just
missed crashing into old Mary's cabin at the very point where we were
gathered, and plowed its way through that little company of men, maiming
or killing every one.
It was a gruesome sight, from which I turned with my hands over my ears
that I might neither see nor hear, and trembling in every limb with
sheer pity though these who had been thus suddenly hurled into eternity
would have killed me without wincing.
I had believed I was hardened to scenes of war; familiarity with
suffering, with wounds and death such as we had had around us all these
days, prevented me from giving away to feelings of pity; but now was I
shocked even as if this was the first shedding of human blood I had ever
seen.
It was Pierre Laurens who aroused me from the stupor of horror by
shaking my arm as he said stoutly:
"Come, lad, with me; we must not miss such an opportunity!"
"Opportunity for what?" I cried, neither turning nor taking my hands
from my ears save sufficiently to hear his voice.
"Here is a chance for us to arm ourselves. These soldiers who were
killed, and seemingly there are only two alive although they are much
the same as dying, were fully accoutered, and we must have so many of
their muskets and so much of their ammunition as will serve if it should
become necessary to protect ourselves."
"Why have we need to protect ourselves now that the Britishers are
turning tail?" I asked in dull surprise, but I took my hands from my
ears and wheeled about, knowing that if little Frenchie commanded me to
do this or that I would obey if it lay within my power.
"When the red-coats begin their retreat our time of danger has passed, I
believe," the lad said, speaking gravely and clutching me by the arm to
insure my close attention. "You can see that these soldiers who have
just met their death threw off all restraint; were insubordinate,
believing the end near at hand, and if such be the case at this early
hour, what may happen when the main body of the troops have embarked for
Gloucester Point? We must hold ourselves at liberty to carry the news to
our people at the earliest possible moment, and that can best be done by
getting in shape to defend ourselves. It is as if heaven itself had sent
us these weapons, and we would be little less than idiots if we failed
to take advantage of that which has come at such a seasonable time!"
I did not believe Pierre was in the right when he said we might be able
to defend ourselves. I had in mind that instantly the retreat was begun
all the red-coated men would hasten upon the heels of their comrades
lest they be left behind; but fortunately, as I came to understand
later, I did not protest against following Pierre out of the cabin,
although my stomach revolted when we were come to that scene of
slaughter.
By this time only one of the men was yet alive, and he so far gone into
the Beyond that it was a question whether he remained conscious of his
surroundings.
The squad had thrown their muskets down in a pile near where they were
lounging, and I picked up four of the weapons, hurrying back to the
cabin with them, hoping that while I was gone Pierre would set about
obtaining the ammunition, for my heart grew faint as I thought of
meddling with those lifeless bodies for the purpose of taking away that
which was upon them.
"Put dem under de floor, honey, whar I stowed Horry Sims," Uncle 'Rasmus
said as he raised the puncheon plank.
So stupid was I even then, that I mentally laughed at the idea of taking
such precautions when the end had come so near that it was almost as if
we were within speaking distance of our friends; but I did as the old
negro suggested, and went back for another load, although why it should
have been in my mind that we might need more than sufficient to arm
ourselves I cannot well explain.
When I returned to that scene of carnage Pierre had already gathered a
goodly assortment of accouterments from those men whose bodies had not
been mangled, for even he shrank from dyeing his hands with blood.
Well, in short, we gathered all the weapons, ammunition and
accouterments that could be come at handily, depositing our burdens
beneath the puncheon planks where were the muskets, and when the task
was finished I turned upon little Frenchie, feeling almost angry because
of having been engaged in such gruesome work, as I said:
"So far as we ourselves are concerned it has been labor lost to bring
these things here. If so be I am making my way across the lines to-night
to carry the tidings that Cornwallis has fled. I shall travel without
encumbrance; even the Jerseyman's pistol will be useless while no enemy
remains in the rear."
"All that is very well," little Frenchie said with a shrug of the
shoulders; "but before the last of the army has gone muskets may serve
us in good stead, and even though the need does not arise, it is better
we should be prepared, than taken at a disadvantage which might cost our
people dearly."
The sudden taking off of so many men directly before our eyes, and the
knowledge that if the cannon ball had inclined ever so slightly toward
the east, we, instead of them, would have gone out from this world
forever, served not to dampen our joy and triumph, but to cast a veil
over it, as you might say, so that we spoke in whispers, and did not
indulge in mirth; but carried ourselves much as people do in the
presence of the dead.
There was no good reason why all of us lads should linger in the cabin,
and every cause for us to go forth to keep an eye over the enemy,
therefore when I said that it stood us in hand to know what was going
on, even at the expense of losing our breakfast which was not yet
cooked, Pierre, seemingly having grown careless, insisted that Saul
should come with us.
"While our people are working their guns so lively there is no danger
those fellows in the loft can make themselves heard, and even though
they did cry for help, I do not believe any of the king's troops would
spend time to go to their assistance, therefore we will leave them as
they are."
This did not seem to me consistent with little Pierre's caution when he
gathered up the muskets, insisting on taking twice as many as we could
use; but I held my peace, because, as I have already set down again and
again, he had shown himself so much the better lad than I under such
circumstances, that it was not for me to say him yea or nay.