Post by Daniel Morgan on Dec 22, 2014 17:09:44 GMT
Cannon fire was what his men had wanted to hear upon their arrival on the outskirts of Boston, Cannon fire and musketry and the sounds of battle. They were still green when it came to the ways of war, and only a handful of the 96 of them were old enough to have fought in the French and Indian war. On their approach to the city, Captain Daniel Morgan had thought for a moment this might be one of the rare occasions where they would climb the last hill and be viewing the middle of a battle. but it was not to be. The final climb brought them to a spectacular view of Boston harbour and the fields and city encased in the waters; it also showed that the booming sounds they had heard were from the thunder clouds that raced across the sky towards the city. They were in for a bombardment to be sure, not from men, but from nature.
"Robinson," Morgan called out to his Lieutenant, "get the men to set up camp, that storm is coming off the ocean, and it looks to be a bad one." Robinson nodded and turned to head back to the supply wagons, calling out his orders as he went.
They had headed back down the hill a ways to block as much of the winds as possible, but nothing could block the clouds from dumping down great buckets of rain on their heads. It hit just as they had finished setting up their tents, and there was no time for fires. Only the few that had been ordered to feed what horses they had brought were left standing outside. the rest huddled in their tents with lanterns or candles, waiting for the morning, and hopefully, calm skies.
Morgan himself had invited Lieutenants Robinson and Jones to join him in his tent; together, they hung over the maps of the territory and planned their next move.
"Congress did not expect us to get here this fast, did they Captain?" asked Robinson, tracing the route they had taken with his finger.
"No, but who can blame them, from Winchester to Boston in only 21 days. Everything was in our favour until the very last minute." Morgan glanced at the doorway, where a rivulet of rain water had begun to run past.
"So where to now?" Jones spoke up, his arms crossed over his chest.
Morgan pointed at a spot across the harbour from Boston, on the mainland. "Congress has ordered Washington to set up his siege here. so that's where we'll go. meet up with him and get our orders from there. Most likely we'll be put on perimeter patrols. You don't hire a company of Riflemen just to keep them in camp for an entire siege. Waste of skill." the two men nodded their agreement. Morgan paced to the door and looked out into the downpour. "Tomorrow we'll head in that direction and hopefully find something for the boys to do. They're ready for action."
"Robinson," Morgan called out to his Lieutenant, "get the men to set up camp, that storm is coming off the ocean, and it looks to be a bad one." Robinson nodded and turned to head back to the supply wagons, calling out his orders as he went.
They had headed back down the hill a ways to block as much of the winds as possible, but nothing could block the clouds from dumping down great buckets of rain on their heads. It hit just as they had finished setting up their tents, and there was no time for fires. Only the few that had been ordered to feed what horses they had brought were left standing outside. the rest huddled in their tents with lanterns or candles, waiting for the morning, and hopefully, calm skies.
Morgan himself had invited Lieutenants Robinson and Jones to join him in his tent; together, they hung over the maps of the territory and planned their next move.
"Congress did not expect us to get here this fast, did they Captain?" asked Robinson, tracing the route they had taken with his finger.
"No, but who can blame them, from Winchester to Boston in only 21 days. Everything was in our favour until the very last minute." Morgan glanced at the doorway, where a rivulet of rain water had begun to run past.
"So where to now?" Jones spoke up, his arms crossed over his chest.
Morgan pointed at a spot across the harbour from Boston, on the mainland. "Congress has ordered Washington to set up his siege here. so that's where we'll go. meet up with him and get our orders from there. Most likely we'll be put on perimeter patrols. You don't hire a company of Riflemen just to keep them in camp for an entire siege. Waste of skill." the two men nodded their agreement. Morgan paced to the door and looked out into the downpour. "Tomorrow we'll head in that direction and hopefully find something for the boys to do. They're ready for action."
