Chapter 2
In the next week, Charleston fell under the control of General Lord Cornwallis after England's victory.
In the north, Spot still was with Gates' campaign. America wasn't doing very well in the war right now. Every time they battled, England killed most of their men. Otherwise, we surrendered. Usually, the Green Dragoons than killed more men by the British Regulars. Led by Colonel William Tavington, the Green Dragoons never lost a battle. Sure, some of them died, but they never lost.
That night at camp, Thomas came over into my tent. We talked for hours, as he painted his little soldiers.
"What are you going to do after the war, Spot?"
"I've been thinking about proposing to Mr. Howard's daughter."
"Really?"
"Why, what are you going to do, Thomas?"
"I'm going to make lot's of money and buy a house that has electricity and indoor plumbing!"
Spot laughed.
The next day, a fierce battle was to be fought. Every one knew England would win. Spot and Thomas were in the front line to fire, which was a bad thing! England's soldiers stopped and our leader yelled, "MAKE READY!" "TAKE AIM!" "FIRE!"
As the British got ready to fire their shots, a few of them went down. Their general then yelled, "FIRE!"
Almost all of our men in the front row went down. And half of them in the second row, also. About that time, the Green Dragoons rode in on us. Killing about 200 of our men. I believe that I was fighting the great Colonel Tavington! He had managed to soot me in the leg and give me bad wounds from his sword.
After Thomas had killed the soldier that he was fighting, he then saw Spot being wounded. He then ran towards Colonel Tavington, and pushed him.
I yelled, "THOMAS!!!!!!" "WAIT!!!!!!"
Tavington then fired and shot Thomas in the back. Spot crawled over and held Thomas with one arm.
"Thomas, Thomas don't go!"
He was gone.
In the next week, Charleston fell under the control of General Lord Cornwallis after England's victory.
In the north, Spot still was with Gates' campaign. America wasn't doing very well in the war right now. Every time they battled, England killed most of their men. Otherwise, we surrendered. Usually, the Green Dragoons than killed more men by the British Regulars. Led by Colonel William Tavington, the Green Dragoons never lost a battle. Sure, some of them died, but they never lost.
That night at camp, Thomas came over into my tent. We talked for hours, as he painted his little soldiers.
"What are you going to do after the war, Spot?"
"I've been thinking about proposing to Mr. Howard's daughter."
"Really?"
"Why, what are you going to do, Thomas?"
"I'm going to make lot's of money and buy a house that has electricity and indoor plumbing!"
Spot laughed.
The next day, a fierce battle was to be fought. Every one knew England would win. Spot and Thomas were in the front line to fire, which was a bad thing! England's soldiers stopped and our leader yelled, "MAKE READY!" "TAKE AIM!" "FIRE!"
As the British got ready to fire their shots, a few of them went down. Their general then yelled, "FIRE!"
Almost all of our men in the front row went down. And half of them in the second row, also. About that time, the Green Dragoons rode in on us. Killing about 200 of our men. I believe that I was fighting the great Colonel Tavington! He had managed to soot me in the leg and give me bad wounds from his sword.
After Thomas had killed the soldier that he was fighting, he then saw Spot being wounded. He then ran towards Colonel Tavington, and pushed him.
I yelled, "THOMAS!!!!!!" "WAIT!!!!!!"
Tavington then fired and shot Thomas in the back. Spot crawled over and held Thomas with one arm.
"Thomas, Thomas don't go!"
He was gone.