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The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia
The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia
The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia
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Francis Marion, hero of the American Revolution or anti-hero? Ride alongside the man, the myth, the legend. Read the interwoven stories of his men within the story. See the cruelty that created a nation. Learn about the idealized barbarity of men to dedicate and consecrate a land for the lost and hopeless, the wretched masses yearning to be free. Based on true events.

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PublisherJason Wallace
Release dateMay 16, 2014
ISBN9781310989742
The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia
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Jason Wallace

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    The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia - Jason Wallace

    The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia

    By Jason Wallace

    Smashwords Edition

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    The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia

    Copyright © 2014 by Jason Wallace

    Table of Contents

    Introduction

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Epilogue

    About Jason Wallace

    Other titles by Jason Wallace

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    Introduction

    In July, 1780, Lieutenant Colonel Francis Marion of the South Carolina Militia was without command, having lost all of his men in the Siege of Charleston/Charlestown the year before while he was on leave. He, along with all other militia leaders, were ordered to report to the headquarters of General Horatio Gates in Hillsboro, North Carolina, to make plans for a defense of the city of Camden against the army of British General Charles Cornwallis. When Marion reached Hillsboro, he was immediately promoted to Brigadier General of all the Carolina Militias. What happened after that point is only recorded in the diary of Peter Horry, Colonel of one of Marion's regiments fighting in the Camden Campaign and beyond.

    This story is based somewhat on Horry's accounts, partially upon the truth of events, as best as they have been written, yet it takes great dramatic license to fill in holes with the untrue, events as they could have happened at that time. As the story goes, Marion has a command, a very small one of ragtag Carolina irregular militia loyal to him, numbering only sixty, men that had chosen to remain with their commander or had signed up after Charleston. The unit was not large enough to constitute a full company yet was able enough to still cause fairly significant harm to the British Army.

    Chapter 1

    You cannot do this! These men surrendered. This was the emphatic cry of only one man, John Carrington. They have given themselves over to us! Please, Sir, on your honor, order the men to stand down!

    I march with the Swamp Fox, cried out another man, seconded by another. I don't give a damn about Cornwallis or Tarleton or any of them damned Reds. This is not New York where they do things all civil!

    Turning to the Swamp Fox, Carrington besieged the officer, imploring him to take mercy upon the twenty captured British soldiers. Sir, Lieutenant Colonel, please. I beg of you to please show Christian charity toward these men and know that it is not right what your men so claim as their right. It is not justice. It is not mercy. It is not right or dutiful in the eyes of the Almighty One!

    Laughing, Lieutenant Colonel Marion, the Swamp Fox, choked out what little and unsatisfactory replies that he could. Sir, I must beg of you. I beg of you to understand my position and my beliefs. As officer of this company, I must maintain order, and with that, sometimes give the men what they want. I must see to it that whatever is necessary is done. If we kill these men, there will be twenty less Redcoats lurking about these woods and seeking to do the same in return. As officer, I see the inevitability of death, either theirs or ours. You also misunderstand, yea, misjudge my leanings as to Christian principles. Sir, I am not a Christian in any sense of that word. I do believe in a higher power but do not believe in Christ as you do. I am a Deist. Therefore, you will find no swaying of my person toward so called Christian ideals.

    Sir, began Carrington again, though he was stopped short by Lt. Col. Marion.

    Sir? Do not think that you may sway my mind so by addressing me with empty epithets. These men are our prisoners. We have no means of securing them within these confines of nature. Attempting to do so will only surmount our efforts and dwindle our meager supplies. Our cause cannot prosper by such means. We fight under no consignments of traditional or gentlemanly warfare. We respect not the rules of war set by the enemy, and among such rules is the respect of prisoners.

    Sir, I implore you, shouted Carrington, his every instinct to persuade his commanding officer. Decency decrees that you listen to the urgings of the heart, Sir.

    You think me indecent?

    I do, Sir, if decency is denied by your actions. Only those who give themselves not to surrender shall be executed. All who give their lives freely in peace CANNOT be put to death!

    Corporal Carrington, would you have us throw up our hands in supplication to the Almighty and forget that they are intended for the holding of arms? Should we, perhaps, take no heed to our own safety, allowing these men to escape and make it back to their company, freely enjoining themselves back to the works of slaughtering innocents in a country that no longer belongs to their King? Should we forget our ways, lose all necessity of practicing before unknown arts of war, and instead stand in straight line against the faces of so many as to guarantee our fates granted by untimely and gruesome deaths? With this, Marion turned his head, now disgusted by the words of his inferior.

    Sir, started Carrington in response. If you do this, you prove yourselves no better than the enemy, no more civilized and given to the mercies that dedicate men to the founding of timeless reason and admiration. I, Sir, will have no part in this barbarity!

    Then, Sir, replied Lt. Col. Marion, You are traitor and would do better to serve the King from whom we now separate ourselves. You would be of far more service to him than ever to us. If you make your way, you may lead the prisoners out of their captive state. However, be warned, Sir. If my men see your departure and believe you as much traitor as do I, they will fire upon you all, and I will do nothing to stop their ferocity. I bid you good eve, Corporal. Take your leave shortly, without haste.

    Corporal Carrington quickly gathered what few things he had scattered about him, jumping around as if he were more of a cricket than a man. Racing to the prisoners, who were, luckily, under a very scant watch, Carrington cut the men loose from their bindings, escorting them away. Carrington, the only man of the deportees with a gun, would surely prove no match for his former comrades, if they gave chase or fire. Carrington and the prisoners, fearful of the fate they may now suffer, darted through the forest toward the nearby road. None

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