The Minute Boys of the Mohawk Valley by James Otis
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slow progress, for one cannot travel rapidly when striving to advance
without so much as the breaking of a twig, we counted on arriving in front of the enemy's lines by midnight. And this I believe we did. The first intimation we had that our journey was approaching a close came when we suddenly saw, directly in our line of advance, a faint light amid the thicket in the distance, and Sergeant Corney, who had been leading the way, halted quickly. "You lads are to remain here while I find out what portion of St. Leger's force is in front of us," he said, in a whisper, and then it was that I ventured to dispute his authority, having, as I believed, good reason for so doing. "You yourself have admitted that either Jacob or I could beat you out at work of this kind. Let me go, an' do you stay here." Then it was that Jacob insisted on performing the most dangerous portion of the work, and would have passed by me in the darkness to avoid a controversy, but that I clutched him by the arm, and Sergeant Corney whispered: "You lads shall lead the way, and I will follow at your heels; but remember what General Herkimer impressed upon us--that one _must_ get through, therefore if he who leads is captured, the other two shall leave him to his fate, for the life of a single human being is not to be counted when we are tryin' to save hundreds." It was not a time nor a place for argument, and in token of agreement with him I took up the lead. |
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