Thither came Christopher Gadsden,1
1724, long the colonial representative of Charleston
, dear to his constituents; at whose instance and under whose command an artillery company had just been formed, in a province which till then had not had a mounted field-piece.
There, too, was the heroic Francis Marion
as yet an untried soldier, just six-and twenty, the youngest of five sons of an impoverished planter, reserved and silent, small in stature, and of a slender frame, so temperate that he drank only water, elastic, persevering, and of sincerest purity of soul.3
Yet the state of the troops, both as to equipments and temper, was such as might have been expected from the suddenness of their summons to take the field against the judgment of their legislature.
It was still hoped that there would be no occasion to make use of them.4
Before leaving Congaree
, Oconostata and his associates, though their persons were sacred by the laws of savage and of civilized man, were arrested; and on arriving at Fort Prince George, they were crowded into a hut hardly large enough for six of them.
To Attakulla-kulla, the Little Carpenter, a feeble old man, who in 1730 had been in England
, but now had little influence with the tribe, Lyttleton
, on the eighteenth day of December, 1759, pronounced a very long speech, rehearsing the conditions of their treaty.
‘There are twenty-four men of your nation,’ said he, ‘whom I demand to be delivered up to me, to be put to death, or otherwise disposed of, as I shall think fit. ’