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[Illustration: "YOU SEEM TO BE AFRAID A FELLOW WILL GET AWAY," SETH
SAID BITTERLY.]
THE BOY SPIES OF PHILADELPHIA
The Story of how the Young Spies helped the Continental Army
at Valley Forge
by
JAMES OTIS
A. L. Burt Company Publishers New York
Copyright 1897 by A. L. Burt
Under the Title of With Washington at Monmouth
The Boy Spies of Philadelphia
CONTENTS.
PAGE
CHAPTER I.
A "Market-Stopper." 1
CHAPTER II.
Under Arrest 17
CHAPTER III.
In Sore Distress 33
CHAPTER IV.
A Bold Scheme 49
CHAPTER V.
The Patrol 65
CHAPTER VI.
Released 81
CHAPTER VII.
On the Alert 98
CHAPTER VIII.
Barren Hill 113
CHAPTER IX.
Robert Greene 129
CHAPTER X.
Conciliatory Bills 144
CHAPTER XI.
A Recognition 160
CHAPTER XII.
Important Information 176
CHAPTER XIII.
The Evacuation 192
CHAPTER XIV.
Lord Gordon 208
CHAPTER XV.
On Special Duty 223
CHAPTER XVI.
Tory Hospitality 240
CHAPTER XVII.
In Self-Defense 256
CHAPTER XVIII.
Preparing for Action 272
CHAPTER XIX.
A Friendly Warning 287
CHAPTER XX.
The Victors 305
The Boy Spies Of Philadelphia
CHAPTER I.
A "MARKET-STOPPER."
On the morning of April 2, 1778, three boys, the eldest of whom was
not more than sixteen years of age and the youngest hardly a year
his junior, were standing on that side of the town-house nearest the
pillory, in the city of Philadelphia.
They were not engaged in sportive conversation, nor occupied with
schemes for pleasure, as is usually the case with boys of such age;
but wore a graver look than seemed suitable to youth under ordinary
circumstances.
These boys were witnessing and taking part in events decidedly
startling--events well calculated to impress themselves upon the minds
even of children.
It is hardly necessary, because such fact is familiar to all Americans,
to say that on the 26th of September, 1777, General Howe took
possession of the city of Philadelphia, and it was yet occupied by the
British forces on this 2d day of April, 1778.
The past winter had been one of gayety for the wealthy Tory inhabitants
of the city, since the English officers were pleased to spend their
time in every form of revelry, and ever ready to accept the more than
generous hospitality which was extended by such of the citizens as were
desirous of remaining under British rule.
The officers of the army indulged to the utmost their love for luxury
and ease while serving in the command of the indolent Howe, and
the privates had so far followed the example set by their superiors
that the king's troops had become more demoralized by this winter
of idleness than could have been possible under almost any other
circumstances.
So great was this demoralization that Benjamin Franklin was able to say
with truth, when taunted with the fact that the enemy had captured the
city:
"General Howe has not taken Philadelphia; Philadelphia has taken
General Howe."
It was at about the time of which this story treats that the British
government decided to give command of the forces under General Howe to
Sir Henry Clinton, and those of the population loyal to the cause of
freedom were considerably exercised in mind as to how this change of
officers might effect them.
The three boys, who have as yet hardly been introduced, were by no
means prominent in the cause of freedom; in fact they had but just
arrived at an age when they began to realize their responsibilities,
and as yet had been powerless to perform any great deed in behalf of
the cause.
The eldest was Jacob Ludwick, son of that Christopher Ludwick, baker
of Germantown, who, having amassed considerable property before the
beginning of the struggle for freedom, gave one entire half of it for
the cause, and swore at the same time never to shave until the United
States were free and independent.
As is known, Washington made him baker-general of the army; but as yet
young Jacob had never been able to gain his father's consent to his
enlisting.
The second of the trio in point of age was Seth Graydon, son of that
Widow Graydon who kept a boarding-house in Drinker's Alley, which
had been largely patronized during the winter by officers of the
Forty-second Highland and the Royal Irish regiments.
The third was Enoch Ball, also the son of a widow, and his mother it
was who had for several years taught French and dancing in her home on
Letitia Street.
These three boys had grown old beyond their years during the past
winter.
They had witnessed, and more particularly in the case of Seth Graydon,
the revelry of the officers who had come to whip into submission the
struggling patriots, and well knew to what desperate straits, even for
the common necessities of life, were driven the families of those men
who had enlisted in the American army.
They saw the invading foe and their sympathizers enjoying every luxury
of the table, while hundreds of the poorer classes were literally
starving.
Those loyal to the American cause had suffered severely from lack of
food and fuel, and were now questioning as to whether, under this newly
appointed commander, they would not be called upon to bear yet greater
troubles.
Neither of these three lads had ever been hungrier than boys of their
age usually are at all times; yet they realized what suffering might
come, if, as had been rumored, Sir Henry Clinton was an officer who
believed harsh measures necessary when dealing with "rebels."
"There's no doubt about the order having been given," Seth said in
reply to a question from one of his companions. "The officers were
discussing it last evening, and seemed to think, as they always do,
that I can work them no harm through learning their secrets. The time
shall come, however, if they stay here much longer, when I will prove
that even a boy can be of service to his country."
"But what is the order?" Enoch Ball asked impatiently.
"The entire army is to be in readiness, with three days' rations, to
start at a moment's warning on some maneuver which will be executed
between now and the fifth of this month."
"Do you suppose General Howe intends to march to Valley Forge?" Jacob
asked, with no slight show of anxiety as he thought that his father
might be in danger.
"That cannot be. Since the British took possession of Philadelphia
there have been many better opportunities for them to fall upon General
Washington and his command than now, and it is not likely the enemy
would have remained idle all winter waiting to strike a blow after our
friends were prepared for it."
"But _are_ they prepared for it?" Jacob asked.
"So I heard Lord Gordon say last night. He declared that, thanks to the
instructions of the Baron de Steuben, the American troops were never in
better condition, so far as discipline is concerned, than they are at
present, and now that the sufferings caused by the severe winter have
come to an end, they are in good spirits."
"But if the command is to be taken from General Howe, why is he getting
ready for any movement?"
"If I could answer that question, Enoch, I might be able to give even
General Washington information for which he would thank me."
"Do you know why General Howe is to be removed from his command?"
"I have heard the British officers say he was severely censured by
Parliament for his blunder in causing the disaster to Burgoyne's
army by going to the Chesapeake as he did. It seems that he has asked
permission to go home, and that is why Sir Henry Clinton has been given
the command."
"This maneuver to be executed before the fifth may be one which has
been ordered in advance by Clinton," Jacob suggested.
"If such had been the case, the officers who were discussing the matter
would have said so."
"Whether it be the one or the other, I do not understand how we can be
benefited by having the information. Why did you say that at last we
had work to do?"
"For this reason, Enoch Ball: We are now old enough to be of some
service to the cause. Jacob's father refuses to allow him to enlist.
Mother insists I must remain at home while the British are in
possession of the city, and that is also the reason why you are not
already a soldier. Now even though we are not in the army, it may be
possible for us to aid our friends, and surely nothing at this time can
be more important than making them acquainted with the fact that the
Britishers are getting ready for some important movement."
"But how can we let them know?" Enoch asked with considerable show
of trepidation, for it was not yet two weeks since he had seen a man
flogged with an hundred lashes because of its being suspected that his
intention was to enter the American lines.
"It is not impossible for one of us to find an officer within a few
miles of the town who would forward the information. I believe I know
where General Reed and General Cadwalader are, or, at least, how to
reach them."
"Would you attempt to leave the city on such an errand?"
"I would, and will."
"And you expect us to go with you?" Enoch continued, showing yet
greater signs of fear.
"Not unless you choose."
"Two can do the work as well as three," Jacob interrupted. "If you and
I go, Seth, there is no reason why Enoch need be afraid, for we shan't
need him."
"But do you think I would let you make an attempt to aid the cause, and
not be with you?"
"You are frightened now at the very thought of it," Jacob replied
scornfully.
"Yes; and if I am, what then? I may be afraid, for it was terrible to
see that poor man's back cut with the lash; but yet I should go if you
went."
"Now you are showing yourself to be brave, Enoch," Seth said
approvingly, but before he could finish the sentence a shouting,
yelling mob turned from High Street[A] into Second, and the boys darted
forward to learn the cause of the commotion.
"They have captured another market-stopper," Jacob said a moment later
as they neared the noisy throng.
The term he used was one given by the British to those Americans
stationed near the city to prevent such farmers as had no scruples
against selling provisions to the enemy from disposing of their wares
save to those who favored the cause.
During the winter just passed General Howe had attempted to do little
more than keep the roads open in order that the country people might
come in with their marketing, and severe was the punishment he caused
to be meted out to those who would thus attempt to shut off the
supplies.
"It is the farmers themselves who should be whipped!" Jacob cried
indignantly. "They care not how much aid is given to the enemy so that
money comes into their pockets, and the freedom of their country is as
nothing compared with the price at which eggs, butter or potatoes can
be sold."
"It is better to keep a quiet tongue, Jacob Ludwick," Seth whispered.
"There are too many redcoats for us in the crowd, and if one of
them should hear your words, that soldier would not be the only one
pilloried this day."
"I do not care to fall into their clutches, and therefore I remain
silent while good patriots like this light-horseman are being abused;
but if it ever happens that the odds are more nearly even I shall say
for once to a redcoat what is in my mind."
"And get a flogging for your pains, without having done any one good?"
"As to whether I am whipped depends upon how well the Britisher can
fight, while I'm certain great good will be done me by the opportunity
to use my tongue as I please."
"Don't talk so loud," Enoch whispered impatiently. "We shall all find
ourselves in the jail or on the pillory unless you are careful."
It was quite time Jacob put a bridle on his tongue; the throng
of idlers and soldiers who were amusing themselves by pelting the
light-horseman with stale eggs, decaying vegetables, or other filth,
had now approached so near the boys that words even less loudly spoken
could have been overheard.
The prisoner made no effort to protect himself from the unsavory
shower; he probably realized that any attempt to do so would only
result in his being used more roughly, and did his best to appear
unconcerned.
"Do not stay here while he is being whipped," Seth whispered. "What we
saw this day a week ago was more than enough for me, and I hope I'll
never witness another flogging."
"Wait awhile," and Jacob went nearer the prisoner. "I do not think this
one is to be served in that way. See! they are going to put him on the
pillory, and by stopping here until the beasts are weary of abusing a
helpless man we may be able to render him some assistance."
Seth no longer insisted on leaving the place; the thought had come
into his mind that this soldier could tell him where the information
he believed the Americans should have would be the most valuable, and
it was not improbable they might have an opportunity to talk with him
privately.
During half an hour after the prisoner had been placed in the
pillory the mob jeered, hooted and pelted him with missiles of every
description, and then, one by one, tiring of the inhuman sport,
they left the yard for fresh amusement, until the three boys and the
horseman were alone, save for the curious ones who, passing by on the
street, stopped a moment to look at the soldier.
"It will not always be allowed that the men who are fighting for our
liberties can be treated like this in Philadelphia," Seth said in
a cautious tone as he stepped so near the pillory that those at the
entrance of the yard could not overhear the words.
"Are you a friend?" the prisoner asked with some show of surprise. "I
had begun to think there were none left in this town since Howe has
made so brave a show, while we at Valley Forge have been starving."
"There are as many friends to the cause in the city as before the
Britishers came; but it can do no good for that fact to be known while
we are powerless to act."
"You are old enough to serve in the ranks, and should be there, if you
would aid the cause."
"So we shall be in good time, friend; but it is not all who are the
most willing that can do as they choose. This boy," and Seth pulled
Jacob forward, "is the son of Ludwick the baker, of whom you must have
heard."
"Heard, lad? Why I know Chris Ludwick as well as I know myself! Do you
tell me that he won't allow his son to enlist?"
"He has promised to give his consent this spring, and when Jacob signs
the rolls Enoch and I will go with him."
"Then you will have done only that which is your duty. If General
Washington could have as many men as he needs, this war would soon be
ended, with the United States free and independent."
"We shall do our share," Seth replied, speaking more hurriedly lest
those who had captured the prisoner should put an end to the interview
before he had accomplished his purpose. "If you believe us to be
friends, tell me where we can find an officer of the American army?"
"I have heard you say you were friends; but even if I was able to
answer your question I should hesitate about giving any information
until I had better surety of your purpose than words which might be
spoken by any one."
"Then you shall know why I asked, and after that say if we may be
trusted. My mother keeps a boarding-house, and among her guests are
several British officers; last night I heard them talking about an
order which has just been issued, to the effect that a large portion of
the army is to be ready to move at a moment's warning. From what they
said, it seems certain some important move is to be made before the
fifth of the month."
"Why are you so certain as to the date?" the man asked after a brief
pause, during which he appeared to be settling some question in his own
mind.
"It was so said by the officers."
"And you have no idea of what may be on foot?"
"I know nothing, except as I have told you. Those who were talking
appeared to be ignorant of what it meant."
The prisoner remained silent several moments, and then said in a
whisper:
"I shall trust you, lads, for it seems necessary the information should
be known at headquarters. If you are deceiving me, you must always
remember it as a scurvy trick, and one not worthy even a Tory."
"But we are not deceiving you, nor are we Tories. You know what would
be the penalty if we were discovered trying to send information to
the Continental army, and yet we are willing to take all the risks, if
thereby we can aid our friends."
"That you can, lad, if it so be what you have heard is true. Will you
be able to leave town at once?"
"Within an hour."
"Very well, you cannot go too soon. If you travel six miles on the
Delaware Road I'll answer for it that you meet some of our friends who
will conduct you to those whom you wish to see. Don't tell your story
to any officer lower in rank than a colonel, and do not be surprised if
those whom you meet give rough usage at first. Hold both your tongue
and your temper until the purpose has been accomplished, and then I
warrant you will be well thanked for the service."
"We will go at once," Jacob said decidedly. "Is there anything we can
do for you, friend?"
"What I most want is to get my neck and wrists out of this contrivance,
and that is exactly what you can't help me in the doing. I suppose I
should be thankful for being let off so lightly."
"Indeed you should!" Enoch replied quickly. "The Britishers have been
flogging the market-stoppers, and that punishment is truly terrible."
"I have seen those who had a taste of it," the prisoner said grimly,
"and have no desire to take a dose. But do not stand here talking with
me when you have valuable information to give our friends. When you
meet with soldiers of our army, say that Ezra Grimshaw sent you to
speak with Colonel Powers."
"Is your name Grimshaw?" Enoch asked.
"Yes, lad. If you can get speech with Colonel Powers you need have no
fear of rough treatment. Now set out, for time may be precious. Which
of you is to do the work?"
"All," Enoch replied quickly, as if fearing that, because of the
timidity he had displayed, his friends might deprive him of the
opportunity to do his share.
"There is no need of but one," Grimshaw said decidedly, "and many
reasons why three should not make the venture, chiefest of which is,
that so many might attract the attention of the enemy's patrol, while
a single boy on the road would pass unchallenged."
"It is not right one should have all the honor, while the others are
deprived of their share," Enoch replied decidedly.
"Lad, is it honor for yourself or the good of the country you have most
at heart?" Grimshaw asked sternly.
"I want to be known as one who did not remain idle when he was needed."
"If you really desire to do good to the cause, decide among yourselves
as to who shall go, and then let the other two aid him all they can.
Do not spend the time in squabbling, but set about the business without
delay."
There was no opportunity for him to say more; at that moment a party of
British officers entered the yard, evidently bent on amusing themselves
by making sport of the prisoner, and the boys were forced to step
aside.
Seth beckoned for his comrades to follow him, and not until he was on
High Street did he speak. Then it was to say:
"Grimshaw was right; we must not quarrel as to who shall go, but settle
the matter at once. Of course each one wants----"
"I should have the chance," Jacob said decidedly. "Either of you may
have some trouble to get away; but it is not so with me. My aunt will
not worry if I am absent a week; she knows I----"
"Either Enoch or I would have permission to leave home if we explained
the reason for going, and, therefore, are as much entitled to the
position of messenger as you," Seth interrupted.
"Then how shall it be decided?"
"We will draw lots. Here is a straw; will you hold it, Jacob?"
"Not I, for I want the chance to make my choice."
"Then I will do it," and Seth turned his back to his companions an
instant, saying, as he faced them once more, "I have broken the straw
into one long and two short pieces. He who draws the longest shall
start at once."
Jacob insisted on making his choice first, arguing that such advantage
should be his because he was the eldest, and, after considerable study,
drew one of the fragments from Seth's hand.
It was so short that he knew the position of messenger was not for him,
and stepped back with an expression of bitter disappointment on his
face.
Enoch was no more successful, and Seth said triumphantly, as he held up
the piece remaining in in his hand:
"It is for me! If you two will tell mother where I've gone I'll start
at once."
"That part of the work shall be done properly," Jacob replied, all
traces of ill-humor vanishing from his face. "If she allows it, I'll
take your place till you get back."
"Mother will be glad to have you there. Try to hear all the officers
talk about; but do not let it appear that you are listening."
"Don't fear for me. Shall we walk a mile or so with you?"
"It would do no good, and might not be safe. Tell mother I shall be
back to-night, or early to-morrow morning, for I don't intend to let
the grass grow under my feet."
"Keep out of the Britishers' way, or we may have to go down to the
town-house in order to see you again," Enoch said with a furtive
hand-clasp as the three separated, two to go to Drinker's Alley, and
the third to render to the cause what service was in his power.
Footnote:
[A] Now Market Street.