AT BENEDICT.
I had not supposed that the people of Benedict would know very much
concerning what was going on at the lower end of the bay; but the
Avenger was hardly more than at anchor when I understood that we could
have gone to no better place in order to learn what was being done.
We had but just come to anchor, not having time to set foot on the
shore, when Jim Freeman rowed over to us, his eyes bulging and every
freckle on his face standing out like pips on a gooseberry.
"What did you put in here for?" he cried before yet coming alongside.
"Are you hankerin' to have your pungy burned or sunk?"
"What's the matter, Jim?" Jerry cried. "You're actin' like as if
somethin' had gone wrong!"
"Gone wrong?" Jim exclaimed, and it did really look as if his eyes
would roll right down on his cheeks. "The whole bloomin' bottom has
dropped out of everything. The Britishers are comin' into the bay
thicker'n spatter, an' I don't see how you got in here without bein'
caught!"
"In here?" I cried in amazement. "Have you lost your wits that you
think the Britishers would come into the Patuxent river?"
"I reckon it's you that are needin' wits!" Jim cried as he scrambled
over the rail. "So you think they wouldn't come into the Patuxent,
eh?"
"Certainly not, and for the very good reason that there's nothing here
they want."
Jim looked at me in pity, and I afterward understood that there was
good reason for his so doing.
"How long have you been up Baltimore way?"
"Near to ten days," Jerry replied, hoping to hasten Jim in the telling
of the news with which he was near to bursting. "We had hard work to
sell our oysters at any price, an' then it fell a dead calm with
weather hot enough to tan a nigger."
"Then there's little wonder that you boys are way behind the times as
to what has been goin' on 'round here," and Jim threw out his chest as
he swelled with the importance of being the first to impart startling
news. "In the first place," he said, speaking slowly as if to prolong
his enjoyment at giving information which would not be pleasing to
hear, "Admiral Cochrane, the Britisher, has passed the capes with
twenty-one vessels, an' Commodore Malcolm is below with a fleet
loaded with soldiers. Tom Harrison swears there were more'n ten
thousand men."
"Somebody has been stuffin' you, Jim," I said, not crediting his news.
"Then they've stuffed Commodore Barney too, an' when he runs I allow
the rest of us had better be huntin' a hole."
"Commodore Barney don't run!" Darius cried angrily, for he never
allowed anything disparaging to be said in his presence of the man
whom he believed to be the greatest naval commander who ever lived.
"Perhaps he don't very often; but he has this time," Jim said in a
tone so decided that we could not but believe he was convinced of the
truth of his own words.
"Did you see him?" Darius demanded, and I expected that when he
answered this question Jim's story would fall to pieces; but the lad
replied bold as a lion:
"Of course I did! All the boats laid here after the fight in St.
Leonard's bay, an' it was only yesterday they scooted up the river!"
Here was news with a vengeance, and I no longer felt the same desire
to punch Jim's head which had come over me when he first came aboard
with what I believed was a cock and bull story.
Then, with first one and another asking questions, we learned from
Jim that while we were in Baltimore the British frigate Loire had
chased Commodore Barney's flotilla into St. Leonard's bay, and
blockaded it there until Colonel Carberry's artillery came down from
Frederick and drove the enemy away.
Then, having learned of the enormous force at the mouth of the bay,
Commodore Barney sailed to Benedict, where he remained four and twenty
hours, or till word was brought that ten or twelve of the enemy's
vessels were bound up the bay, bound most likely for Baltimore or
Washington, when he sailed for Nottingham, further up the river.
Darius was more concerned than either of us, for he firmly believed
that Joshua Barney would not have beaten a retreat without first
having been positive that an overwhelming force was near at hand, and
if there were Britishers near enough to drive the commodore away, we
had got ourselves in a pickle by coming up the river.
The first thought which came to my mind was that the Avenger was in
great danger of being captured in short order, for I made no question
but that the enemy would pursue Barney, and we were where we could not
escape, save by way of the bay.
Jerry, however, had the idea that all these manoeuvres would further
his scheme, and he said as if being thoroughly well satisfied with
the situation:
"We can run up to Nottingham, as well as the commodore, and once there
I reckon it will be possible to make our trade."
"But if the fleet is forced to remain there, all hands will be idle,
and the commodore won't care to hire us while several hundred men are
loafing around the decks," I suggested, and Jerry's jaw fell.
But Jim had not exhausted his budget of news, although it was
impossible for him to give us anything more very startling.
"The commodore had only got eight pungies an' five barges of the
fleet--"
"Where are the other boats?" Darius demanded sharply.
"Somewhere on the Delaware side; they went off on a cruise before the
Britishers hove in sight. He has taken on the schooner Scorpion, which
was here at anchor, an' I heard one of the officers say that there was
about five hundred men in this part of the fleet."
"I'm goin' ashore," Darius said abruptly. "It ain't no ways certain to
me that Jim has heard this thing right, an' I count on gettin' down to
facts."
Jerry and I were eager to land, and, without even stopping to thank
Jim for the news he brought, we went over the rail into our canoe,
pulling in hot haste for the shore.
Never waiting to speak with such few loungers as were to be seen near
the water front, I went directly to my own home, and there found more
tidings of war.
My father had joined Commodore Barney, as had nearly all the
able-bodied men of Benedict, agreeing to remain in service while our
section of the country was menaced by the enemy, and mother seemed to
have the idea that I would follow his example.
Jerry's father had gone with the fleet, and, as she said, only those
who had been opposed to the war with England, remained at home. After
greeting me, and telling what little she knew of the situation, mother
set about getting together the few things I owned which might be
needed on a long cruise, and I was ashamed to say that as yet I had
had no idea of going to fight the Britishers.
Don't let it be understood I believed the United States could have
done other than declare war in 1812, or that I had any secret liking
for the Britishers. I simply believed that I did not have the backbone
of a fighter, and preferred to stand at a distance while the more
eager went ahead; but yet I was not really a coward, as I think was
afterward proved.
However, just then it made me feel rather uncomfortable to have
mother gathering up my few belongings, and telling me what to do in
event of receiving such or such a wound, and, with my brain all in a
whirl, I went out of doors under the pretense that it was necessary I
should have a talk with Darius and Jerry.
Once alone by myself, behind the corn-crib where no one would be
likely to see me, I tried to sum up the situation so far as I was
immediately concerned, and it did not look cheering. We had sailed the
Avenger down the bay and up the river never sighting a single craft,
although it appeared that the British were swarming near about our
very course. It was not probable we could run to the southward without
coming across some of their vessels, especially if they were reckoning
on pursuing Commodore Barney, and even though we did get to the mouth
of the river in safety, where could we go? The big fleets were at the
entrance of the bay, and had not come there for nothing; the enemy was
counting on attacking Washington or Baltimore, it seemed certain, and
by going to the northward we would likely find ourselves out of the
frying-pan into the fire.
It seemed very much to me as if we had lost the Avenger, whichever way
we turned, and my heart grew heavy, for once she was gone Jerry and I
were badly off.
Hardly knowing what I did, I went toward my friend's home, and met
him coming my way, a look of excitement and eagerness on his face.
"Well, it seems as if we were in for it!" he cried when we were come
within hailing distance, and I asked irritably:
"In for what?"
"A bit of fightin', of course. You wouldn't be willin' to stay here
with the cowards Commodore Barney left behind, would you?"
"There are a good many things I had rather do than poke my nose into a
hornet's nest," I replied, feeling as if Jerry was in some way my
enemy because he appeared to be so delighted with the situation.
"What did your mother say?" he asked, giving no heed to my grumpiness.
"Nothing much; she is getting things ready for me to go away, and
without so much as asking if I counted on leaving."
"She knows, as I do, that you wouldn't remain behind," the lad cried,
showing as much joy as if we were thinking of visiting a peepshow.
"Come on; Darius is waitin' for us. We must try to get a supply of
provisions, for it's likely they haven't any too large a store in the
fleet."
Then was the moment when I should have declared bluntly that I had no
idea of putting myself in a position to be shot at if it could be
avoided; but I hadn't the courage to tell him that I would not leave
Benedict immediately, although I was fully determined not to go up the
river.
Jim Freeman and a couple of other boys strolled along, having been in
search of us. They also took it for granted that the Avenger would
join Commodore Barney's fleet, and were come to ask that the three be
allowed to go with us.
"It won't do, Jim," Jerry said, taking it upon himself to act as
spokesman, although I figured as captain of the pungy. "We can't feed
ourselves, the way things look now, an' it don't stand to reason we
should add to the crew."
"But I'll bring enough to eat," Jim persisted, and turned to me as he
said, "I've done you many a good turn, Amos, an' you won't lose
anything by givin' me lift now."
"Do you call it a lift to be put where the Britishers can kill you?" I
asked angrily, for if these lads were so eager to have a hand in the
fighting as to beg for a chance, it would be all the harder for me to
declare that I wouldn't join the fleet.
"We might carry you as far as Nottingham, if you'd agree to ship on
some other craft after we got there," Jerry said without stopping to
ask my permission.
"That we'll do, an' be glad of the chance," Jim replied, acting as if
really overjoyed by the permission to run his nose into danger.
"We'll be on board in half an hour; you can't get under way before
then?"
"No; we shall likely be here an hour or more," Jerry said as if he was
the sole owner of the Avenger, and when the foolish boys ran away at
full speed, he began to figure as to where we could get a small store
of food.
I held my peace, angry and timorous, until we were come to the water
front, where we found Darius awaiting us, and he, as could be seen at
a glance, was of the same mind as Jerry.
"I've found two hams an' a side of bacon!" he cried triumphantly,
pointing to the articles which were in the canoe. "If you fellows can
scare up some meal, we'll be fixed for a spell. Did you see Jim
Freeman an' his crowd?"
"Yes; they're goin' to Nottingham with us," Jerry replied, and the old
man asked me:
"How soon can we get under way?"
I hesitated; it was on the tip of my tongue to say that I would not
stir a hand in the matter, nor should the Avenger leave her moorings;
but, fortunately, I remembered that we couldn't hold the pungy there
to be destroyed when the enemy came up the river, and, to tell the
absolute truth, I was ashamed to declare bluntly that I had no idea of
casting in my lot with such a firebrand as Commodore Barney.
"We ought to leave here in an hour," Jerry said, making answer because
he thought I was trying to figure how long it would take us to make
ready. "Amos won't need more than ten minutes to get what stuff his
mother is puttin' up for him, an' I'm goin' round by the mill to see
if they will trust us for half a bushel of meal."
He was off like an arrow as he spoke, and Darius had no idea that I
was hesitating as to the course to pursue, for an old fighter like him
supposed it would be a pleasure for me to voluntarily go into the
worst kind of a row.
It was fortunate indeed for me that the old man never suspected what
was in my heart, otherwise I would have been shamed in my home to such
an extent that I could never go there again; but all that came to mind
later. Just then I felt as if I was being cruelly wronged by those who
should have stood my friends.
Darius would have told me yet further of what Commodore Barney had
done in the past; but I cut him short by saying like a spoiled child:
"I don't care to hear anything more about him; just now it strikes me
that we'd better be thinking of ourselves."
The old man looked really distressed, and but for the fact that my
heart was sore, I could have laughed because of the mistake he made.
Darius really believed that I was grieving over being thus obliged to
leave my mother and the children, and he said soothingly:
"I come somewhere near knowin' how it is, lad. At such a time as this
the least home talk that's made, the better, for it kind'er unstrings
a fellow. You wait here, an' I'll go after what dunnage your mother is
gettin' together; she'll understand that a short partin' is the best."
I could not have stopped him, for he was off before I had time to so
much as open my mouth, and there I stood leaning against the canoe,
giving the people of Benedict to believe I was eager to be fighting
for my country.
Jim Freeman and his companions came along a few moments after Darius
left, and in order to have some occupation, rather than from a desire
to serve them, I offered to put the three aboard the Avenger.
They talked of nothing but what they would do once the enemy gave them
an opportunity, until I asked petulantly:
"Is everybody in Benedict as eager to shed blood as are you?"
"Not much," Jim cried with a laugh. "There's Elias Macomber, for
example--he's an Englishman, you know, an' hasn't been in this country
more'n four years. He's makin' a lot of wild talk 'bout what he'll do
to us folks when the Britishers come up the river."
"What reason has he to make any fuss?" I asked, rather for the sake of
saying something, than because I desired information.
"Well, I suppose all hands have roughed into him pretty bad, on
account of things he's said, an' now he counts on showin' what his
countrymen can do."
Now it was that I began to feel glad because of having said nothing in
opposition to joining Commodore Barney's fleet. By hanging back while
all the others were taking up arms, I would be ranging myself on the
side of Elias Macomber, which would have caused me to be ashamed of
myself, for he was by no means a reputable citizen.
However glad I might be because I had refrained, or been prevented,
from saying that which would have made it appear as if I took sides
with the British, I was in nowise reconciled to the idea of going
where the bullets were like to be flying, and, after putting Jim and
his friend aboard the Avenger, I pulled back to the shore in anything
rather than a cheerful frame of mind.
Darius was waiting for me, and he must have run every step of the way
from the river to my father's home. He had with him a small bundle
wrapped in one of mother's blankets, and said as he pulled the bow of
the canoe up on the mud:
"I reckon it is jest as well that I went after your dunnage, lad, for
your mother was ready to have a cryin' fit, which she couldn't
perlitely let come on while I was there; but I'll warrant the water
would have run had you been alone with her."
"She can't be feeling terribly bad, otherwise she wouldn't have been
so anxious to have me go," I said sulkily.
"I don't know about that, my boy. It stands to reason she had rather
anything else happened, than that you should stay at home when this
part of the country needs every hand that can be raised in defense.
She feels sore because you are goin'; but I'll go bail she'd have felt
ten times worse had you said you'd stay back with such as Elias
Macomber."
I wasn't in a proper frame of mind to appreciate all that the old man
said, and continued to consider myself as being abused, although not
to such an extent as before I heard about Elias Macomber.
It was noised around in the village, told most likely by Jim Freeman,
that we were going to Nottingham to join the commodore, and while
Darius and I stood by the canoe waiting for Jerry, we were literally
besieged by women, whose husbands or sons were with the fleet, nearly
all of whom wanted to send some message, or this or that article which
had been forgotten at the time of departure.
I believe of a verity that Darius and I charged ourselves with no less
than twenty errands by word of mouth, and as for packages, why we had
the bow piled full, until it seemed as if we were to carry something
by way of reminder for every man under Commodore Barney's command.
Near-by where we stood were also gathered four men whose sympathies
were entirely with the British, and among them, as a matter of course,
was Elias Macomber.
These worthless ones who would injure the country which had provided
them with a home, food and clothing, to say nothing of the comforts of
life, evidently counted on ruffling our feathers, believing it would
be safe to do so now that nearly all the men were gone from the
village, and they began by talking loudly of the sorry spectacle which
the commodore and his followers would present when Admiral Cochrane
and his vessels came up the river.
I feel certain that Darius would have held his peace, for he was not
naturally a quarrelsome man, had they made sport of everybody in the
American army and navy, save Joshua Barney; but a word against him was
to the old man much as a red flag is to a bull, and in a twinkling the
trouble began.
"The man who says aught against the commodore must answer to me for
his words," Darius said angrily as he strode toward the four who were
trying to bait him. "I'll not stand here and listen to such talk!"
It was Elias Macomber who showed his lack of sound sense by making
reply:
"We didn't ask you to stand here; but if you choose to do so, it's
more than likely you'll hear a good many things which may not please
you."
"Hold your tongue as to Barney, or it'll be the worse for all hands!"
Darius cried angrily, and at that moment Jerry appeared, staggering
under a bag which must have contained a full bushel and a half of
meal.
I shall always believe Elias Macomber held the idea that Darius was a
feeble old man, otherwise he would have kept his tongue between his
teeth, for he was far from being brave; but however that may be, he
replied hotly:
"I do not count on choosin' my words when I speak of such a bag of
wind as Josh Barney has shown himself to be!"
It seemed to me as if the words had not been fully spoken before
Darius launched out, and, in, less time than it takes to tell it, was
in the midst of a hot, one-sided fight, for the Tories all pitched
into him, regardless of the fact that his quarrel was with Elias.
It stands to reason that I could never remain idle while a shipmate
was getting the worst of it, particularly when his adversaries were
men for whom I entertained no friendly feelings, and the scrimmage was
hardly more than begun when I took a hand, standing close by the old
man's side.
As I aimed a blow at Elias I saw, out of the tail of my eye, Jerry
drop his meal as he came forward at full speed, and at almost the same
moment a loud splashing in the water caused me to glance quickly in
the direction of the pungy.
Jim Freeman had jumped overboard to do his share toward teaching
Macomber a lesson, and when he arrived the odds would be even.
Of course it was a disgraceful spectacle; but it could not have been
avoided, so far as I was concerned, and I did my best, fighting as
vigorously as if I had been the one to urge upon my companions the
necessity of joining the fleet.
It is not well that I give too much space to this brawl when there are
so many other adventures, in which a fellow might well take pride, to
be recorded, therefore I will only say that we had no very easy task
to down these admirers of King George and the Prince Regent; but
finally succeeded, thanks to the assistance of Jim Freeman.
It is doubtful which side got the worst drubbing, although we claimed
a victory because the others ran; but positive it is that the four of
us had all the punishment needed, and were forced to wash our faces
more than once before we could look at each other without a certain
feeling of shame.
"What made you tackle the whole of 'em?" Jerry asked the old man. "If
the rest of us hadn't been near at hand, they'd wiped you out."
"I'd tackle twenty if they dared say anything against Joshua Barney!"
Darius cried as he shook his fist in the direction where our
adversaries had last been seen. "I'd rather get the toughest
pummellin' such as them could give, than keep my mouth shut while they
was slurrin' their betters!"
We were actually obliged to use force with him, otherwise the old man
would have gone in pursuit of the British-lovers, and it was only by
tumbling him into the canoe head-foremost, holding him down by sitting
on him once he was there, that we could make Darius listen to anything
like reason.
"Let up on me, an' I'll keep quiet," he said after we had threatened
to continue the drubbing begun by the Tories; "but this much I
promise, that after the commodore has made shoestrings of that
conceited admiral, I'll come back here an' have it out with Elias
Macomber."
"We'll let it go at that," Jerry said as he released his hold of
Darius and went back for the meal, while Jim wrung the water out of
his clothing as best he could, for the fellow had not stopped to throw
off coat or shoes when he jumped overboard to take a hand in the
scrimmage.
It was near to half an hour before we were ready to go on board the
Avenger, and by that time it was too late to make any protests against
following the commodore.
My comrades took it for granted that I was equally eager with them to
be where I could do my share of fighting the Britishers, and so
stirred up was I by the game of fisticuffs ashore that I actually
forgot to be frightened by the prospect of taking part in a battle.
We got our anchor and made sail on the Avenger without delay, and
thus, in less than an hour from the time of making port, we were off
again on what proved to be a series of wild adventures.