"That half a dozen d--n-d young rebels," they said, "should thus dash in
among us in open
daylight, and fall to cutting and slashing the king's troops
at this rate. And after all, to
gallop away without the least harm
in hair or hide. 'Tis high time to turn our bayonets into pitch forks,
and go to foddering the cows."
Chapter 20.
History of captain Snipes --
wantondestruction of his property
by the tories -- his own
miraculous escape --
admirable fidelity
of his negro driver Cudjo.
Captain Snipes, who made such a figure in the wars of Marion,
was a Carolinian, of
uncommon strength and courage; both of which he exerted
with great good will, against the British and tories; from principle
partly,
and
partly from
revenge. But though a choice soldier, he was no philosopher.
He did not consider that to fight for duty, people must love it;
that to love it, they must understand it; that to understand it,
they must possess letters and religion: that the British and tories,
poor fellows! possessing neither of these, were not to have been expected
to act any other than the
savage and thievish part they did act;
and
therefore, no more to be hated for it than the cats are
for teasing the
canary birds.
But captain Snipes had no turn for investigations of this sort.
Knowledge, by intuition, was all that he cared for; and having it,
by
instinct, that an "Englishman ought never to fight against liberty,"
nor an "American against his own country," he looked on them,
to use his own
phrase, as a "pack of d--n-d rascals,
whom it was doing God service to kill
wherever he could find them."
But Snipes was not the aggressor. He kept in, very decently,
till the enemy began to let out, as they did, in plundering, burning,
and
hanging the poor whigs; and then, indeed, like a consuming fire,
his smothered hate broke forth:
"That hate which hurled to Pluto's
gloomy reign
The souls of royal slaves
untimely slain."
Afraid, in fair fight, to meet that sword which had so often
shivered their friends, they determined to take him as the Philistines
did Samson, by surprise; and having
learned from their spies,
that he was at home, they came upon him in force about midnight.
His complete
destruction, both of life and property, was their
horrid aim.
Happily, his driver, or black overseer, overheard their approach;
and flying to his master with terror-struck looks, cries out
"Run! run! massa, run! de enemy 'pon you."
Snipes, stark naked, save his shirt, darted out as swift as his legs
could carry him.
"But where shall I run, Cudjo? into the barn?"
"Oh no, massa! dey burn de barn, dat sure ting!"
"Well, where shall I run then?"
"Take de bush massa! take de briar bush."
Within fifty yards of the house was a clump of briers, so thick set,
that one would have thought a frightened cat would scarcely
have squeezed herself into it from the hot pursuing dogs.
But what will not fear
enable a man to do? Captain Snipes,
big as he was, slipped into it with the
facility of a
weasel through
the chinks of a chicken-coop; but lost every thread and thrumb of his shirt;
and
moreover, got his hide so scratched and torn by the briers,
that the blood trickled from him fast as gravy from a fat green goose.
Scarcely had he gained his hiding-place, before the tories, with
horrid oaths,
burst into his house, with their guns cocked, ready to shoot him.
But oh! death to their hopes! he was gone: the nest was there, and warm,
but the bird was flown!
Then seizing poor Cudjo by the
throat, they bawled out: "You d----d rascal,
where's your master?"
He told them he did not know.
"You lie! you black son of a b-t-h! you lie."
But he still asserted he knew nothing of his master.
Suspecting that he must be in some one or other of his buildings,
they set fire to them all; to his
dwelling house, his kitchen, his stables,
and even his negro cabins, watching all the while, with their muskets ready
to shoot him as he ran out. From their nearness to his lurking place,
the heat of his burning houses was so
intense as to parch his skin
into blisters. But it was death to stir, for he would certainly
have been seen.
Not having made the discovery they so much wished, they again seized Cudjo;
and, with their cocked pieces at his breast, swore if he did not
instantlytell them where his master was, they would put him to death.
He still declared he did not know where he was.