CHAPTER X.

GEORGETOWN.

The information which Colonel Richardson brought regarding the renegade

who had acquainted Tarleton with General Marion's whereabouts, fired

us four comrades to such a degree that right willingly would we have

pushed forward alone in the hope of taking him prisoner, even while

surrounded by his British friends.

As has already been set down, we gave Sam Lee credit for doing

whatsoever was in his power against us, but, while it was no surprise

that he should have continued making every effort to work harm to

the friends of freedom, there was mingled with our righteous anger

something of astonishment at his success.

He might have lived twice the ordinary lifetime of a man without being

able to do as much mischief as in this case, when our people were

making ready to fall suddenly upon Tarleton's forces.

Now, however, that was impossible. Even Major James realized that,

instead of pushing on, we must beat a retreat once more, and without

loss of time.

From this moment until that sad hour when Gavin, Percy and myself, to

say nothing of the general, were so sorely afflicted, there is nothing

of particular moment to write, except that I set down the different

movements made by our brigade, and the situation of affairs in the

Carolinas.

In less than twenty minutes from the time Colonel Richardson came into

the encampment, were we urging our jaded steeds through that gloomy

swamp known as the "wood-yard," and two hours later the command was

halted on Jack's Creek.

We had covered only six miles in all that time, owing to the condition

of the horses; but it was sufficient, so far as eluding the Britishers

was concerned, because they might not find us unless, perchance, more

spies were lurking around, until after the day should break.

While Colonel Tarleton was a butcher--a man who had no idea of mercy

or compassion, it is only just to give him the credit of being a good

soldier after his own particular fashion.

As a man to lead rough-riders, he was perhaps the best in the king's

service, and we who were fleeing before him understood that not

a single moment would be lost in the pursuit. Ride as fast and as

constantly as we might, his men would be ever on our heels, so long

as they could hold the pace, and it was endurance and the speed of the

horses which should give the final result.

At daybreak our brigade was on the march once more, making its way over

bogs and through swamps until it was arrived at Benbow's Ferry, about

ten miles above Kingstree, where was a strong natural camp.

It was a place with which we were all familiar. It commanded a passage

of the river, and was within easy riding distance of all the country

roundabout from which we must draw provisions and provender. As a

rallying point it could not have been equalled in the Carolinas, and

should we be hard pressed there were three difficult passes through the

swamp in the rear where, if necessary, we might make a stubborn fight.

Strong as was this position, General Marion set about strengthening it

yet further.

Trees were felled, breastworks put up, and in eight and forty hours

we were prepared to meet Tarleton's much-vaunted legion, reasoning

that our defenses made up for lack of numbers until we were fully the

enemy's equal.

Now we believed that a decisive battle would soon be fought--one in

which the victory could not be doubtful, but where the conquerors

might for a certain length of time hold undisputed possession of the

Williamsburg district, and we counted on being those conquerors.

It was not destined, however, that the struggle in the Carolinas should

be brought to so speedy a conclusion.

Tarleton pursued our brigade, losing time here and there to burn

dwellings which sheltered only women and children, until he was come

to within less than twelve miles of our camp, when, to the surprise of

enemies as well as friends, he turned suddenly about and marched with

all speed for Camden.

It was afterward said by the Tories that Lord Cornwallis had expressly

ordered him to return; but more than one of us believed then, and yet

hold to it, that the redcoated Britisher who could be so courageous

when he had none but old men, boys and women in front of him, was

absolutely afraid to measure strength with General Marion.

Now while we laid here in safety, gathering numbers every day, much was

done by our friends in other parts of the colony.

General Sumter, our kinsman, gave battle to Tarleton at the Blackstock

farm on the banks of the Tyger, defeating him utterly, but at a

terrific loss, so far as the Cause was concerned. The Britishers had

ninety-two killed and one hundred and four wounded. Among the Americans

only three were slain and four wounded; but in the latter list was the

general himself, who bore as marks of the victory a severely dangerous

wound in the breast.

His gallant followers, true to him as was our brigade to General

Marion, lashed him in the raw hide of a bullock which was slung as

a litter between two horses, and thus, guarded by an hundred picked

men, he was carried to the upper colony, so we were told, where he lay

hovering 'twixt life and death.

It was also while we were encamped here that the battle of King's

Mountain was fought, when the British, under Major Ferguson, were

defeated handsomely, the killed, wounded and captured of the enemy

amounting to eleven hundred men, and among the dead was the major

himself.

Two exceedingly fortunate encounters for us--encounters such as

guaranteed to us final victory if we could but hold out as we had

begun, and this seemed most probable, for, as ever will be the case, a

successful commander finds plenty of recruits.

We of Williamsburg were not inactive during the days spent in camp; but

made forays here and there, capturing in some places bands of Tories

on their way to Georgetown, or, having the good fortune to come across

detachments of the redcoats who were guarding store-trains, until,

should I attempt to repeat all the little adventures which befell us,

I might continue this writing until so many pages were filled that one

would shrink from the reading because of the magnitude of the task.

It is with the more adventurous, but yet the sadder part of our service

under General Marion that I must close this record which has been

intended only to show what we comrades did, up to the time Snow's

Island was fortified, when we ceased active operations during the year.

The British post at Georgetown was the one place which our people most

needed as a base of operations against Charleston, and, in fact, to

hold our own in Williamsburg district.

Situated as it was, we were constantly menaced, wherever our brigade

might be, by the enemy holding possession of the place. In addition to

that, it was a depot for supplies of salt, clothing and ammunition for

the king's troops, and of such goods, we who fought for the Cause were

grievously in need.

To capture Georgetown would be an exploit such as might advantage our

people more than had the victory at King's Mountain, therefore it was

to this end that our general proposed to bend all his energies, and in

the proposition he was seconded ably by such followers as Major James

and Colonel Richardson, the last-named gentleman having remained with

us since the day his home was destroyed.

It was believed that the enemy lay at Georgetown in great force,

perhaps to the number of four thousand men, and we knew full well the

nature of the fortifications round about the post.

A direct assault would have been fatal to us. It was only by such

methods as had won for our general the name of "Swamp Fox," that

we could succeed, and, as can well be fancied, none of our people

were averse to an attempt under those circumstances, for we believed

ourselves, so far as backwoods strategy was concerned, far superior to

any of the king's forces.

The first we of the rank and file knew, regarding the method by which

it was hoped we might succeed, was when we broke camp, carrying with

us all our equipage and so much of provisions as could be gathered from

the country round about, and crossed Black River to a little settlement

known as Potato Ferry, advancing toward Georgetown by that road called

the "Gap Way."

Now this much by way of explanation for the benefit of those who are

not acquainted with the vicinity of that post.

Three miles from Georgetown is an inland swamp known as White's Bay,

which, discharging itself by two mouths, the one into Black River and

the other into Sampit, completely cuts off the post, which stands on

the north side of the last-named river near its junction with Winyaw

Bay. Over the creek which empties into Sampit there is a bridge, two

miles from the town.

Now it was in the rear of this swamp that we finally came to a halt,

having, as was believed, arrived there without knowledge of the enemy.

Gavin Witherspoon claimed that he understood all which the general

proposed to do, but that statement I question seriously, otherwise

would we have heard from the old man concerning several moves that

would have been more than injudicious if General Marion had the same

idea in mind Gavin gave him credit for.

Let it be understood that we were come to this point, not more than

three miles from the post, five hundred and fifty strong, each one

mounted and carrying so much of provisions and provender as would

suffice for eight and forty hours' consumption.

Up to the moment of our halting we had seen no persons save those

whom we knew beyond a peradventure to be devoted to the Cause, and,

therefore, could say to a certainty that we were thus far advanced

toward the object of our desires in such fashion as the Swamp Fox most

desired.

Unless some false move was made, some prying, unfriendly eye discovered

us, we would be able to ride down upon Georgetown as we had ridden into

many a British camp before, doing more through fear than bullets, and

gaining victory where by rights none should have been enjoyed.

Well, we were halted here, and all had dismounted, each man feeding his

horse in anticipation of the work to come when the speed of the animals

would avail as much, perhaps even more than the accuracy of our aim.

Then it was, after a consultation with the general, my uncle advanced

where all, save that line of sentinels which hemmed us in to keep

prying eyes at a respectful distance, might see him, and Gabriel Marion

said to me gleefully:

"Now has come the time, lad, when we will be able to ride into this

adventure side by side, and carve out for ourselves such names as shall

live in the grateful memory of men after these colonies are free."

And the dear lad did carve out a name for himself!

"I call for volunteers who will present themselves for dangerous

service," my uncle began, and every man pricked up his ears, each

eager to be among those who might distinguish themselves. "Two squads

of twenty each, and so many as are minded to sacrifice their lives,

perchance, for the benefit of the brigade, may step forward two paces."

Gavin, Percy, Gabriel and I advanced without loss of time, and the

blood fairly leaped in my veins when I saw that of all the brigade

every man had made the same movement.

In General Marion's force each was equally eager to lay down his life

for the others, and it was that spirit which finally gained for us the

independence of the American colonies.

"I had expected some such outburst of patriotism; but failed by a

considerable degree to anticipate the reality," my uncle, the major,

said with a smile of satisfaction. "You be brave lads all, as has been

proven many and many a time before, and therefore each and every one is

entitled to the honor of making his life the sacrifice for the others;

but, unfortunately for your desires, only forty men may be chosen. Let

those who are willing to relinquish the desire to show their love for

country in order that others who, perhaps, can better be spared may

make any sacrifice, retreat two paces."

Not a man moved; every trooper of the Williamsburg brigade stood firm

in place, as if determined that he, and he alone, should be the one who

would give up his life for the other, and among them all were we four

comrades, tried and true--comrades who were destined to ride on until

we saw one of our number fall, foully murdered, without being able to

raise a hand in his defense.

Now it was that General Marion advanced to the side of my uncle, his

eyes all aflame, and more enthusiasm showing in that quiet face than I

had ever believed could find a place there.

"Gentlemen of the Williamsburg brigade, I thank you from the bottom of

my heart. Many a time before have you proven yourselves heroes; but

never so truly, never so emphatically as at this moment--when every

man of you is eager to offer up his life, and in that for which the

volunteers are called I do assure you there are eight chances out of

ten that no one comes back alive. Now I entreat that so many of you as

are fathers of families shall step back, allowing younger soldiers to

take your places."

Yet every man remained in his place, and it seemed much as though

we might come at loggerheads, one with the other, as to who should

die first, for all knew that this attack upon the well-fortified,

over-garrisoned post of Georgetown was no child's play, no feint at

warfare; but a desperate undertaking which to succeed must be carried

on with total disregard of life.

"Now has come the time when I myself must make the selection," the

major, my uncle, said with a look on his face which told how greatly

this exhibition pleased him. "I shall call out one man, and the general

may select another, each making his choice until the forty have been

chosen. Let it be remembered that in this case I exercise the right

to use favoritism, for there be among you lads of my own blood whom

I am minded shall go forth in preference to those who have families

dependent upon them. Therefore, men, do not blame me when I claim what

I _may_ claim, even disregarding the privilege of others."

Then it was, and proud am I to write it, that he cried out:

"Robert Sumter!"

I stepped forward, my face flushed with pardonable pride, and in his

turn the general cried:

"Gabriel Marion!"

"Percy Sumter!" my uncle next called, and the general added:

"Gavin Witherspoon!"

Thus were we four comrades the first to be selected for this post of

honor which will be remembered, as I fondly believe, long after we are

gone from this world, and in all the Carolinas were no four individuals

more puffed up with pride and pleasure than we.

Around us everywhere were envious eyes, as if life had suddenly lost

all its charm, and death were the one thing most desired.

Man after man was thus summoned to take his place in the ranks of the

devoted, until we had the full number two paces in advance of all the

rest, and then it was my uncle said, moving up and down the line as

if it pleasured him to look on those who were selected for the most

perilous venture:

"Gentlemen, it may be that after another hour has passed we shall not

meet again on this earth. Therefore I pray you, those who have any

request to make, speak now, that we may remember in the days to come

that all you desired was granted."

No man spoke for so long a time as would have taken me to count

twenty, and then Gabriel Marion, dear lad that he was, raised his cap

courteously, as he bowed and said:

"Major James, if it so be the request we make now be granted, I pray

your pardon when I ask a selfish one, which is that us four who have

been comrades since I joined the brigade--us four who have eaten and

slept together, may not be separated when you shall divide this squad

into two. That we may be allowed to go on side by side, as we have from

the day I first knew these lads and Gavin Witherspoon."

"It shall be as you say," my uncle replied, and then turning, looked at

the others.

Emboldened by Gabriel's speech, one man requested that should he fail

to return, evidence might be sent his kinsmen that he was proud at

being able to thus serve the colonies.

Another made a similar request, and so on until perhaps half a dozen

had spoken, when all fell silent.

There was no more to be said. It only remained that we march forth to

lay down our lives, or to win them, as the case might be.

As for myself, I believed we who were chosen would probably perish in

whatsoever of adventure was before us, for I thought then, much as did

Gavin Witherspoon, that we were to make an attack upon two portions

of the town, while the remainder of the brigade, after we were slain,

would come in a different direction, and, taking advantage of the

diversion caused by our attack, win the day.

It would be a glorious ending of one's life; yet as I reflected upon

it, although not in the least degree wishing I might have been among

this third party rather than in the lead, I said to myself that it

would be sweet to live until we had thrown off the king's yoke, for

at this moment when we stood face to face with death, almost feeling

the great white angel's cold hand upon us, I was as certain we would

finally win the victory, however many hirelings his majesty might send

upon us, as I was certain that my life might within a very few moments

be the penalty of the pride which was within me.

Perchance never in the history of the Carolinas has there at any

one time so much of true bravery been shown as we saw then when the

only discontent was because one was more favored than another in the

permission to offer his life as a sacrifice.

Well, we were not kept long in line after such arrangements had been

made as I have described.

Before being dismissed, however, those who were to be left behind would

have raised a cheer, but that Captain Horry prevented any such outburst

lest scouting parties of the enemy might be near, and then the final

preparations were made without loss of time for the work in hand.

Captain Melton was named as the gentleman who should lead our squad,

and Captain Horry given command of the other.

So far as his purpose was concerned, General Marion did not leave us in

doubt, claiming, as he said, that we had the right to know exactly what

he proposed doing so we might act the more intelligently.

Our squad was to approach the town near White's Bridge, and the other

would reconnoiter on the opposite side of the post; but neither was to

return, save in case of some serious disaster, until the main attack

had been made.

It was not exactly as Gavin Witherspoon had predicted, because we were

given no orders to assault the enemy independently; but were to make a

detour, each squad half around the post, and in case of any important

discovery to send word back immediately to the general.

At the dawn of the following day the brigade was to advance, and at the

first alarm, wherever we of the chosen ones might be, we would join the

assaulting party in such manner as our commanders thought proper.

All this, as I have said, was told by General Marion himself, and

nothing could have given us greater confidence in the adventure than

that he should see fit to explain his plans when another commander

might have remained silent.

There were no leave-takings; no delay.

Such work as ours was to be done on the instant, and Captain Melton,

advancing at the head of our squad, for by this time we had been told

off in two parties of twenty, said quietly:

"We will move on foot in such formation as may be most agreeable. As

I understand it, our work is rather in the nature of spying than of a

military movement, and my only order is that you allow me to lead."

Captain Horry was already leaving the encampment when we set off,

following our commander much as a party of pleasure seekers might

troop after him who had promised to show them some desirable place of

entertainment, and as we threaded our way through the swamp Gabriel

Marion, linking his arm in mine, said cheerily, with never a tremor in

his voice to show that the doom of the future lay upon his heart:

"We four are in rare luck, Robert Sumter. I did not believe my uncle

would grant me so great a boon as to call my name, and when yours was

spoken by Major James the tears almost came into my eyes, fearing lest

you should go while I remained behind."

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