"And so would I, grandma; ever so much," added Ned, who was close at his sister"s side.
"Then sit down, one on each side of me, and I will tell you some things that I have read about General Francis Marion, one of the boldest, most energetic, and faithful patriots of the Revolution. He was born in South Carolina in 1732, and it is said was so small a baby that he might have been easily put into a quart pot."
"He must have had to grow a good deal before he could be a soldier, grandma," laughed Ned.
"Yes, but he had forty-three years to do it in," said Elsie.
"That many years before the Revolutionary War began," said her grandma, "but he was only twenty-seven when he became a soldier by joining an expedition against the Cherokees and other hostile Indian tribes on the western frontier of his State. When the Revolution began he was made a captain in the second South Carolina regiment. He fought in the battle at Fort Sullivan, on Sullivan"s Island, in the contest at Savannah, and many another. He organized a brigade and became brigadier of the militia of South Carolina. After the battle of Eutaw he became senator in the Legislature, but soon went back into the army and remained there till the close of the war."
"Grandma, didn"t he and his soldiers camp in the swamps a good deal of the time?" asked Elsie.
"Yes; and often had but little to eat--sometimes sweet potatoes only, and but a scant supply of them. A story is told of a young British officer from Georgetown coming to treat with him respecting prisoners, when Marion was camping on Snow"s Island--at the confluence of the Pedee River and Lynch"s Creek. The Briton was led blindfolded to Marion"s camp. There for the first time he saw that general--a small man--with groups of his men about him, lounging under the magnificent trees draped with moss. When they had concluded their business Marion invited the Englishman to dine with him. The invitation was accepted, and great was the astonishment of the guest when the dinner was served; only some roasted potatoes on a piece of bark. "Surely, general," he said, "this cannot be your ordinary fare?" "Indeed it is," replied Marion, "and we are fortunate on this occasion, entertaining company, to have more than our usual allowance."
"It is said that the young officer gave up his commission on his return, saying that such a people could not, and ought not to be subdued."
"Marion and his men must have loved their country and liberty to be willing to live in swamps with nothing but potatoes to eat," said Elsie; "it makes me think of the stories I"ve read and heard about Robin Hood and his merry men."
"Yes," said her grandmother, "and Lossing tells us Marion"s men were as devoted to him as those of Robin Hood were to their leader. Our poet Bryant has drawn a telling picture of that n.o.ble band in his
"SONG OF MARION"S MEN.
"Our band is few, but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold; The British soldier trembles When Marion"s name is told.
Our fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress-tree; We know the forest round us As seamen know the sea.
We know its walls of th.o.r.n.y vines, Its glades of reedy gra.s.s; Its safe and silent islands Within the dark mora.s.s.
"Woe to the English soldiery, That little dread us near!
On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
"Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle"s spoil.
The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gather"d To crown the soldier"s cup.
With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
"Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads-- The glitter of their rifles.
The scampering of their steeds.
"Tis life to guide the fiery barb Across the moonlight plain; "Tis life to feel the night wind That lifts his tossing mane.
A moment in the British camp-- A moment--and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day.
"Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with h.o.a.ry hairs, Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers.
And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, With tears like those of spring.
For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our sh.o.r.e."
"And we did drive the British away--or Marion and his men, and the rest of our brave soldiers did," exclaimed Ned when the recitation of the poem was finished, "didn"t they, grandma?"
"Yes, Neddie boy, G.o.d helped us to get free and become the great nation which we are to-day; and to him let us give all the glory and the praise."
"Yes, grandma, I know that even those brave and good fighters couldn"t have done it if G.o.d hadn"t helped them. Did Marion live long after the war was over?"
"About a dozen years. He died on the 29th of February, 1795. We are told his last words were, "Thank G.o.d, since I came to man"s estate I have never intentionally done wrong to any man.""
"And is that all the story about him?" asked Ned regretfully.
"Enough for the present, I think," replied his grandma; "when you are older you can read of him in history for yourself. However, some of his work will come in incidentally as I go on with some other historical sketches. I want to tell you something of Mrs. Rebecca Motte--one of the brave and patriotic women living in South Carolina at that time--and the doings of the British and Americans on her estate.
"Mrs. Motte was a rich widow. She had a fine large mansion occupying a commanding position on the road between Charleston and Camden. The British, knowing that she was a patriot, drove her and her family from their home to a farmhouse which she owned, upon a hill north of her mansion, into which they put a garrison of one hundred and fifty men under Captain M"Pherson, a brave British officer.
"Early in May he was joined by a small detachment of dragoons sent from Charleston with despatches for Lord Rawdon. They were about to leave when Marion and Lee, with their troops, were seen upon the height at the farmhouse where Mrs. Motte was now living. So the dragoons remained to give their help in the defense of the fort.
"Lee took position at the farmhouse, and his men, with a fieldpiece which General Greene had sent them, were stationed on the eastern slope of the high plain on which Fort Motte stood. Marion at once threw up a mound and planted the fieldpiece upon it in a position to rake the northern face of the parapet of the fort against which Lee was about to move.
"M"Pherson was without artillery. Between Fort Motte and the height where Lee was posted was a narrow valley which enabled his men to come within a few hundred yards of the fort. From that they began to advance by a parallel--a wide trench--and by the 10th of the month they were so far successful that they felt warranted in demanding a surrender. They sent a summons to M"Pherson, but he gallantly refused to comply.
"That evening our men heard that Lord Rawdon had retreated from Camden, was coming in that direction, and would relieve Fort Motte.
The next morning beacon fires could be seen on the high hills of Santee, and that night the besieged were greatly rejoiced to see their gleam on the highest ground of the country opposite Fort Motte. They were delighted, but soon found that they had rejoiced too soon.
"Lee proposed a quicker plan for dislodging them than had been thought of before. Mrs. Motte"s mansion, in the center of their works, was covered with a roof of shingles now very dry, as there had been no rain for several days and the heat of the sun had been great. Lee"s idea was to set those shingles on fire and so drive the enemy out. He had been enjoying Mrs. Motte"s hospitality and her only marriageable daughter was the wife of a friend of his, so he was very loath to destroy her property, but on telling her his plan, he was much relieved to find that she was not only willing, but desirous to serve her country by the sacrifice of her property.
"He then told his plan to Marion and they made haste to execute it. It was proposed to set the roof on fire with lighted torches attached to arrows which should be shot against it. Mrs. Motte, seeing that the arrows the men were preparing were not very good, brought out a fine bow and bundle of arrows which had come from the East Indies, and gave them to Lee.
"The next morning Lee again sent a flag of truce to M"Pherson, the bearer telling him that Rawdon had not yet crossed the Santee, and that immediate surrender would save many lives.
"But M"Pherson still refused, and at noon Nathan Savage, a private in Marion"s brigade, shot toward the house several arrows with lighted torches attached. Two struck the dry shingles and instantly a bright flame was creeping along the roof. Soldiers were sent up to knock off the shingles and put out the fire, but a few shots from Marion"s battery raked the loft and drove them below. Then M"Pherson hung out a white flag, the Americans ceased firing, the flames were put out, and at one o"clock the garrison surrendered themselves prisoners of war.
"Then Mrs. Motte invited both the American and the British officers to a sumptuous dinner which she had had made ready for them."
Grace Raymond had drawn near and was listening in a very interested way to the story as told by Mrs. Travilla.
"Grandma Elsie," she said as that lady paused in her narrative, "do you remember a little talk between the American and British officers at that dinner of Mrs. Motte"s?"
"I am not sure that I do," was the reply. "Can you repeat it for us?"
"I think I can give at least the substance," said Grace. "One of the prisoners was an officer named Captain Ferguson. He was seated near Colonel Horry, one of our American officers. Addressing him, Ferguson said, "You are Colonel Horry, I presume, sir?" Horry replied that he was and Ferguson went on, "Well, I was with Colonel Watson when he fought your General Marion on Sampit. I think I saw you there with a party of horse, and also at Nelson"s Ferry, when Marion surprised our party at the house. But I was hid in high gra.s.s and escaped. You were fortunate in your escape at Sampit, for Watson and Small had twelve hundred men."
""If so," said Horry, "I certainly was fortunate, for I did not suppose they had more than half that number," Then Ferguson said, "I consider myself equally fortunate in escaping at Nelson"s Old Field."
""Truly you were," Horry returned sarcastically, "for Marion had but thirty militia on that occasion," The other officers at the table could not refrain from laughing. General Greene afterward asked Horry how he came to affront Captain Ferguson, and Horry answered that he affronted himself by telling his own story.""
"Ah, I think our soldiers were the bravest," was little Elsie"s comment upon that anecdote.
"Yes," said her grandma, "probably because they were fighting for liberty and home."
"Please, grandma, tell us another Revolutionary story," pleaded Ned.
"Did you ever hear the story of what Emily Geiger did for the good cause?" asked Grandma Elsie in reply.
"No, ma"am; won"t you please tell it?"
"Yes. Emily was the daughter of a German planter in Fairfield District. She was not more than eighteen years old, but very brave.