Part 9 (1/2)
Goodness! If I had displayed the vanity and false pride that he showed over me, I don't know what punishment he would not have given me.
When I came in, he bottled himself up, and looked at me in a sad, reproving manner. But I knew he was as happy as a man could be. Mother did not like it, and I had to a.s.sure her again and again that I was not hurt. She began to talk about giving me some herb tea, and I got out of the house as quickly as possible.
CHAPTER VII
TALES FROM THE FRONTIER--MR. TYTHINGMAN AND HIS SERVICES
This long war was a terrible strain on our Province. Some man from almost every family in town was with the army at Lake George. The value of our currency had fallen, and nearly one-half of what we earned and produced went to pay the heavy taxes.
The Provinces did not work well together. There were rivalries and dissensions among them. The French were united, and their army was led by an able commander, the Marquis Montcalm.
Our generals were mostly incompetent men who owed their positions to influence at court.
We kept up the bitter struggle, hoping that at last we should have a general capable of coping with Montcalm.
[Sidenote: EDMUND ENLISTS]
It was a gloomy time, but we kept pegging away in a resolute manner, for it was a question whether we or the French should be masters of this country; whether we should keep our farms and have a roof over our heads or should be overrun by murderous Indians. And arrangements were made to have a larger army in the field than ever before.
About the middle of January, Edmund sent me word from Concord that Captain Robert Rogers was enlisting men for a new company in his corps of Rangers. He said: ”I have joined the company and have been made sergeant. Rogers will return to Boston by the way of Lexington and will stay over night at Jonathan Raymond's tavern. Come up there sure and see me.”
As father and I were working in the barn, I said to him: ”Father, I think the time has come when I ought to go to the war. You promised that I might enlist in the spring. But I'd a good deal rather go with this man Rogers and do some fighting than sit round doing nothing and die of camp disease as the rest of the army have been doing.”
He kept on for a while pitching the hay down in front of the cattle, and then leaned on his pitchfork.
”Well, Ben, I suppose you really ought to go. One man out of every four in the Province is in the army, and we should do our share. I am too old. John has just got married, and David is but a boy. You're the right age and the one to go. I think as you do, that it's better to do some fighting, and take one's chances of being killed by a bullet rather than by camp fever.
”Those French and Indians killed and scalped my brother John, and since this war began I have often wanted to have a hand in it myself, to get even with them, but I'm too old.
”You can go, Ben. There's lots of miserable wretches and immorality and profanity among the regulars. I want you to remain a good boy, as you always have been. I need not tell you to be brave. You will be that.
”Ben, I scolded you about that wrestling match, but I was awful proud of you and happy over it.”
[Sidenote: THE RAYMOND TAVERN]
”I knew that, father. Do you suppose I didn't notice you chuckling to yourself when you thought no one saw you?”
”Well, I suppose you did, you young rascal; I couldn't help it, I was that surprised and delighted. To think of Jonas Parker telling me he didn't know but that you were a better wrestler than he. And to see you hustle that man about and throw him made me so proud that I felt ashamed and humbled. And when you thought I was scolding you, I was really reproving my own sinful vanity and pride.”
After supper we went up to the Raymond Tavern. Quite a crowd of men were in the bar-room. They were seated in front of a great fire of logs and peat. Captain Rogers was in their midst.
Edmund came up, and made us acquainted with the captain. He shook hands with me, and turning to father, said:--
”This is a likely young fellow, Mr. Comee. I wish I could have him with me in my corps.”
”It is possible,” said father. ”We have had some slight talk about it.
We will think it over.”