The Minute Boys of the Mohawk Valley by James Otis
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temper for the first time, and cried, in a tone so loud that the words
could be distinctly heard all over the encampment: "I will give the command to march forward, and you shall soon see that those who have been boasting loudest of their courage will be the first to run on meeting the enemy." "I was afraid it would come to that," Sergeant Corney whispered to me, with a sigh. "It don't stand to reason that any man could hold his temper a great while under such a tongue-lashin' as those curs gave the commander, an' I'm predictin' that every mother's son of 'em will rue this mornin's work." Immediately the unwilling permission for them to do as they pleased had been given, the men set about making ready for the advance as if each moment was of the greatest value, and in an incredibly short time after General Herkimer had been bullied into agreeing to that which his better judgment told him to be wrong, the company was ready for the march. "Are we to go with them?" I asked of the sergeant, believing for the moment that it would be wiser for us to form an independent command of two. "Ay, lad, I'm thinkin' that we had best stand by the general, for he may be needin' us before this mornin's work is done, an' we sha'n't be takin' a great deal of time from Jacob, because, in case of arrivin' before Colonel Gansevoort is ready for us, the scrimmage will soon be over." The two colonels, who were responsible for this unsoldierly method of conducting a campaign, busied themselves with getting the men into lines, |
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