ANCHORED IN THE HARBOR.
There came a very black night toward the beginning of winter in the
year 1777. A light wind blew in from the sea, carrying an unpleasant,
chilly feeling among the people of the town of New London. They had
previously been somewhat uncomfortable, for, during several days, there
had been British men-of-war hovering along the coast. None of these
had ventured in far enough to exchange shots with the forts, but there
was a rumor, nobody knew where from, that the British had determined to
seize the port and put an end to its notable services to the cause of
American independence. The harbor forts were believed by their
commanders to be in good fighting condition, and their garrisons at
once received small reinforcements. The thing most to be feared, it
was said, was the landing of a strong body of troops, for in that case
the town itself would be assailed, as well as the forts.
In short, military men foresaw and predicted precisely such an attack
as was so destructively made at a later date by the king's forces under
Arnold.
Very dark was the night. Wakeful and watchful were the sentinels and
guards at every battery. Moreover, boats were out, silently patrolling
hither and thither, ready to run in and report whatever signs of danger
they might discover. The sea-scouts could not be everywhere, however,
nor could they see everything. Somehow or other, an exceedingly
important arrival passed by them all in the darkness.
A little before midnight a solitary musket shot rang out at the seaward
bastion of Fort Griswold, and the officer of the guard, with a party of
soldiers, hurried to the spot to ascertain its meaning.
"Officer of the guard," responded the sentry to the formal hail, "two
American lights, seaward. Flash, flash, and cover. There they are
again."
One of the soldiers was an old sailor, and he exclaimed:--
"Captain Havens, jest let me watch that there signal a minute."
"Watch!" said the captain.
Again the seaward flashes came, as if they were asking questions.
"What is it--"
"Captain Havens!" shouted the old whaling man, excitedly. "That there
was Lyme Avery's private signal. The _Noank_ has come home! The other
light was Joe Taber's, I guess. I've whaled it with both of 'em."
"Hurrah!" burst from the captain. "Signal back, if you know how."
"Shall we fire a gun, sir?" asked an artilleryman.
"No," said the captain; "we won't stir up the town. And we won't send
any information to the British cruisers, either. See Hadden work his
lantern."
The sailor was swinging the lantern given him,--this way, that way, up
and down, and he was speedily replied to from the sea.
"Two craft comin' in together," he explained. "I guess it's the
_Noank_ and a prize."
"I'll send word to Colonel Ledyard," said Captain Havens. "Hadden, you
and four men come with me. I must go out and meet 'em with a boat.
Lieutenant Brandagee, you may tell the colonel I will anchor the ships
in the harbor mouth, so that their guns may support our batteries, if
the British try to run in to-morrow."
Every gun would count in such a case, it was true, but half an hour
later, on the deck of the _Noank_, he was told by Captain Morgan:--
"No, sir! Their boats would be too much for us, so far out as that.
We'll run farther in and lie still till morning. After daylight our
guns'll be good for something, I can tell you. Ledyard'll say I'm
right."
"Take your own course," said the captain, "only be ready if they come.
Now, that's settled.--Morgan! This is bad news about Lyme Avery. I
don't want to be the man to tell his wife."
"No more do I," said Morgan. "Taber says he'd a'most as soon be shot.
Don't I wish, though, that Lyme was alive, to hear of the surrender of
Burgoyne's army. It makes me feel better'n I did. We hardly felt safe
'bout comin' in at all. For all we knew, we might be sailin' into a
British port and under the king's guns."
"It hasn't quite come to that yet," said Captain Havens. "I can tell
you, though, the country's wider awake than it ever was before. Have
you heard about Sam Prentice and Vine Avery? They got in long ago. So
did your other prizes. What did you say this one with you is?"
"It's a long story," said Morgan. "Joe Taber's captain of her. He
knows more 'bout her than I do. She was a British privateer. Lyme
Avery was killed when we took her. Now!--My head's in a kind of whirl.
Havens, I'm thinkin' of Lyme one minute, and the next I'm thinkin' of
Burgoyne and the way he was defeated. Jest you hold on with any more
questions till some time to-morrow. The first thing for Taber and me
is to get farther in."
There might be little time to spare, indeed, if a British
line-of-battle ship and three frigates were in the offing, drawing on
toward cannon range of them. Therefore the _Noank_ and the _Lynx_
stood slowly in, feeling their way, and as yet their presence was known
only to a few boatmen and the garrison of Fort Griswold. Colonel
Ledyard himself had settled one question.
"No," he said, "we will wait. The good news and the bad news will keep
till morning. Let Mrs. Avery sleep--don't wake her. It'll be hard
enough for her.--I thought a great deal of Lyme Avery!"
So the little that was left of the night waned away, and all New London
remained in ignorance of any important arrival. As the sun arose,
however, a gun rang out from Fort Griswold, and all who were awake
sprang up to listen.
A minute passed, while hundreds were hastily dressing, and then another
gun sounded. One full minute more, for there were those who counted,
and the third gun began to make the firing understood.
"Minute-guns! The British are coming!" shouted more than one hasty
listener. "Every man to the forts! Our time's come!"
Many were the conjectures and exclamations, but the first men to reach
the water front sent back word that not a British sail was in sight.
More than that was sent, however, for a hasty messenger ran on to the
Avery house and knocked at the door. It was opened instantly by Vine
Avery himself.
"What is it?" he asked.
"The _Noank_!" was half whispered. "A large prize ship is with her.
Don't say a word about it to your mother."
"Why not?" said Vine.
"Well!" replied the messenger. "It's this way. There are minute-guns
at the fort and both of the flags of those ships are at half mast.
There are boats pulling from 'em to the shore now. Come on!"
Vine stood still for a moment, hesitating. Then he turned and shouted
back into the house:--
"Mother! The _Noank_! I'll go on down to the wharf. I'll let you
know."
"Lyme! Lyme is home again!" she said. "Vine--"
She was darting forward without waiting for hood or wrap, but other
ears besides Vine's had heard the messenger, and a firm hand was laid
quietly upon Mrs. Avery's shoulder.
"My beloved friend," said Rachel Tarns, "hold thee still for a moment.
I have a word for thee."
"What is it, Rachel?"
"Rachel Tarns," broke in the excited voice of Mrs. Ten Eyck, "did he
say the _Noank_ is here?"
"Yea," replied Rachel, "and I say to both of you women that she hath
her flag at half mast, and that from her deck hath some one gone home
indeed. It may be that many of those who sailed away in her are not
here to be welcomed. Be you both strong and very courageous,
therefore, for whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. I will go along
with you, and so will He. Be ye brave this day!"
So the strong, good, loving Quaker woman helped her friends, but hardly
another word was spoken as they walked hurriedly along down the road
toward the wharves.
"I do not see him!" murmured Mrs. Avery. "He would surely be coming to
meet me."
"Anneke Ten Eyck," said Rachel, "be thou a glad woman! Look! Yonder
comes thy son!"
"And not Lyme?" gasped Mrs. Avery.
"On crutches!" exclaimed Mrs. Ten Eyck, as she sprang forward. "I
don't care! O Guert! Guert! Thank God!"
If anything else, any other word than "Mother!" was uttered during the
next few moments, nobody heard it.
Mrs. Avery was trying to speak and could not, and it was Rachel Tarns
who came to her assistance.
"Guert," she said, "thee brave boy! Thee is wounded? It is well. We
are glad thou art here. Tell Mary Avery of her husband--at once! Is
he with thee and her, or is he with his Father in Heaven?"
"Mother," whispered Guert, "I can't! You tell her. He was killed when
we boarded the British privateer. I did all I could to save him.
That's where I was cut down--"
Low as had been his whispering, there was no need for his mother to
tell Mrs. Avery.
"Don't speak!" she said. "I'm going back to the house! He fell in
battle!"
Around she turned, catching her breath in a great sob, and Rachel and
Vine turned to go with her, putting their arms around her. Guert and
his mother lingered as if it were needful for them to stand still and
look into each other's faces. She glanced down, too, at his crutches,
and he answered her silent question smilingly with:--
"That's getting well, mother."
"O Guert!"
"Ugh!" exclaimed a deep voice close behind them. "Up-na-tan say ole
woman go home. Take boy. Ole chief mighty glad to bring boy
back.--Whoo-oop!"
It was, after all, the triumphant warwhoop of the old red man that
closed the record of the long cruise of the _Noank_.
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A Book of Success.
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A Story of the American Revolution
One volume, 8vo, illustrated by Merrill, $1.50
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The Wind-jammers
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By MARGARET SIDNEY
Five Little Peppers and How They Grew
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The Last of the Five Little Peppers
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As Talked in the Sanctum
By ROUNSEVELLE WILDMAN, U.S. Consul-General at Hong Kong; author of
"Tales of the Malayan Coast," etc. 12mo, cloth, gilt top, $1.00.
Mr. Wildman was at one time editor of a prominent magazine on the
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