With the Swamp Fox: A Story of General Marion's Young Spies

MY UNCLE, THE MAJOR.He who sets himself down to write of his own deeds in order that future generations may know exactly what part he bore in freeing the colonies from the burdens put upon them by a wicked king, must have some other excuse, or reason, than that of self-glorification.Some such idea as set down above has been in my mind from the moment Percy Sumter—meaning my brother—urged that I make a record of what we did while serving under General Francis Marion, that ardent patriot and true soldier, who was willing to make of himself a cripple rather than indulge in strong drink.I question if there be in the Carolinas any one who does not know full well the story of that night in Charleston, when, the door being locked upon him in order that he might be forced to drink, General Marion—then only a colonel—leaped from the window, thereby dislocating his ankle, rather than indulge in a carousal which to him was unseemly and ungentlemanly.This is but a lame beginning to what it is intended I shall tell regarding those days when we two lads, Percy and myself, did, as it has pleased many to say, the work of men in the struggle against foreign rule; yet however crude it may appear to those better versed in the use of the pen, it is the best I can do. My brother and myself went into General Marion\'s camp before our fourteenth birthday, and since that time have studied the art of warfare instead of letters, which fact is due to the troublous times rather than our own inclination, for my desire ever was to improve my mind until I should be at least on equal terms with those lads who were more favored as to country.First let me set down that of which we two—meaning Percy and myself—can honestly claim without fear of being called boastful.Our mother was sister to those noble gentlemen, John, William, Gavin, James and Robert James, who one and all devoted their fortunes and their lives to the cause of the independence of the Carolinas. She married a Sumter, who died while yet we twins were in the cradle, and, therefore, we were come to look upon ourselves as true members of the James family, rather than Sumters, priding ourselves upon that which every true Carolinian is ready to declare, that "he who rightfully bears the name of James is always ready for the foe, the first in attack and the last in retreat."CONTENTSMy Uncle the MajorGeneral MarionThe Tory CampSamuel LeeThe AmbushThe PrisonersThe RetreatBlack Mingo SwampThe BattleGeorgetownGabrielILLUSTRATIONS.I Clasped the Old Man\'s Hand, Understanding for the First Time What a Friend He WasAs the Tory Spoke, Percy Leaped Upon HimThen Suddenly a Red-coated Tory Rushed Toward Me with Upraised SaberAs Gavin Gathered Up the Weapons, Percy and I Called Upon the Sleepers to SurrenderIn the Darkness We Four Comrades Were Sent Forward to ReconnoitreGavin Seized My Arm, Shouting in My Ear: "Surrender, Lad, Surrender!"