“Bless us with wisdom in our councils, success in battle, and let our victories be tempered with humanity. Endow, also, our enemies with enlightened minds, that they may be willing to restore liberty and peace. Grant the petition of thy servant for the sake of him thou hast called thy beloved Son; nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done. Amen.”
The splendid head was raised and in the gloaming the clear eyes rested upon the boy saluting by the road.
The great general paused: “Good evening lad,” he said, “’tis but a sad Christmas time for young boys like you.”
Robert tried to reply but his voice failed him.
“Were you wishing for home? You look ill and worn. I will send you back.”
“No, no, sir!” Shirtliffe found strength at last. “I was but binding up my feet, my shoes are not thick enough for these rough roads, but I am strong and loyal!”
Washington smiled, and then looked pityingly down upon the wrapped foot, the blood already was showing through the new bandages.
“Here, my son, take my handkerchief,” he murmured, “it will help until you can procure better, and take this coin; when it is possible, buy strong shoes.”
Robert accepted the gifts with flowing tears, and put them in his breast.
For a moment there was silence, then the deep voice added, “The Marblehead fishermen are down the river about five miles, could you reach them in an hour with a message?”