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Title: The boy spy; a substantially true record of events during the war of the rebellion. The only practical history of war telegraphers in the field … thrilling scenes of battles, captures and escapes
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Kerbey, Joseph Orton, d. 1913
Subjects: United States — History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives United States — History Civil War, 1861-1865 Secret service
Publisher: Chicago, New York [etc.] Belford, Clarke & co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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I had bought in anticipation of having to use or show as aquiet sort of weapon where any noises were to be avoided. Withthis bright steel blade pointing at the now terrified darkey, I orderedhim to row, and if he dared take a hand off the oar Id cut him andfeed the pieces to the sharks in the bay. I dont know what I should have done if he had resisted, but Ithink that at the moment I would have become a murderer,and, if necessary, have used not only the knife, but also the pistol,which I had by me. Seeing my determination, and especially the knife, the contra-band laid back on his oars and pulled for the shore lustily, lookingneither to the right nor the left, but keeping both his white eyesriveted on my dagger and pistol. I comforted him a little, because, you see, Id got to get back, andit was necessary that he should keep still until I got away. I knew hewould do this, because it would certainly have been punishment forhimself to have admitted that he had been over to the Yankees.
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ID CUT HIM AND FEED THE PIECES TO THE SHARKS. THE BOY SPY. 45 Now tluit I had committed au overt act in this attempt toreach the enemy, the die *was cast for me, and I must carry itthrougli. Imagine for a moment my feelings when the boy stoppedrowing suddenly and, craning his neck over to the water in a listen-ing attitude, said, liuskily, Boss, dats dem; dats de boat. Great heavens, we were yet a long distance out from the Island,having been gradually working down instead of going directly over.My first impulse was to row madly for the shore, but the darkey knewbetter than I,* Avhen he said, Best keep still, and dont talk, boss.Listening again, I could hear the voices distinctly, and it seemed tome through the darkness that they were right upon us; we floatedquietly as a log in the water for a few terrible moments of suspense,I took off my shoes and stockings and prepared to jump overboardand swim for the shore, if we came to close quarters. If they cap-tured me Id be himg, wliile th
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