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“And can no man be found to risk his life for his country, even on so perilous a service?” said the farmer in a tone of surprise, not unmingled with mortification.

“None. The effort to reach Sumter would be fruitless. The bravest man will hesitate to throw his life away.”

“God protects those who devote themselves to the good of their country,” said Geiger. “If I could bear the fatigue of the journey, I would not shrink from the service an instant.”

“You would commit an act of folly.”

“No–of true devotion to my country,” replied the farmer warmly. “But,” he added in a saddened voice, “what boots it that I am willing for the task. These feeble limbs refuse to bear me on the journey.”

Emily Geiger, the daughter, heard all this with feelings of intense interest; and as she had often said before, so she said now, in the silence of her spirit: “Oh that I were a man!” But she was simply a young and tender girl, and her patriotic heart could only throb with noble feelings, while her hands were not able to strike a blow for her country.

“If I were only a man!” murmured the young girl again and again, as she mused on what she had heard, long after the neighbour had departed.

In the mean time, General Greene, who had heard through messengers from Colonel Lee of the proposed abandonment of Ninety-six, and the division of the British and tory forces, was making preparations to retrace his steps, and strike, if possible, a decisive blow against Lord Rawdon. In order to make certain of victory, it was necessary to inform Sumter of his designs, and effect a junction with him before attacking the enemy. But, thus far, no one offered to perform the dangerous service.

On the morning of the day upon which the army was to commence retracing its steps, General Greene sat in his tent lost in deep thought. Since taking command of the southern army, he had been struggling at every disadvantage with a powerful enemy, whose disciplined troops were daily strengthened by citizens of the country, lost to every feeling of true patriotism; and now, having weakened that enemy, he felt eager to strike a blow that would destroy him. But, with the force that he could command, it was yet a doubtful question whether an engagement would result in victory to the American arms. If he could effect a junction with Sumter before Lord Rawdon reached Friday’s Ferry on the Congaree, he had great hopes of success. But the great difficulty was to get a messenger to Sumter, who was distant between one and two hundred miles. While the general was pondering these things, an officer entered and said–

“A young country girl is before the tent, and wishes to speak with you.”

“Tell her to come in,” replied the general.

The officer withdrew, and in a few moments reappeared in company with a young girl, dressed in a closely fitting habit, carrying a small whip in her hand. She curtsied respectfully as she entered.

The general arose as the maiden stepped inside of his tent, and returned her salutation.

“General Greene?” inquired the fair stranger.

The officer bowed.

“I have been told,” said the visitor, the colour deepening in her face, “that you are in want of a bearer of despatches to General Sumter.”

“I am,” replied the general. “But I find no one courageous enough to undertake the perilous mission.”

“Send me,” said the maiden. And she drew her slight form upward proudly.

“Send you!” exclaimed the general, taken by surprise. “You? Oh no, child! I could not do that. It is a journey from which brave men hold back.”

“I am not a brave man. I am only a woman. But I will go.”

“Touched by such an unlooked-for incident, General Greene, after pausing for some moments, said–

“Will you go on this journey alone?”

“Give me a fleet horse, and I will bear your message safely.”