How a Soldier Ran Away to Sea.
By Eugenia M. Hodge
ONE hundred and nine years ago, in the month of February, 1777, a young French guardsman ran away to sea. And a most singular running away it was. He did not wish to be a sailor, but he was so anxious to go that he bought a ship to run away in—for he was a very wealthy young man; and though he was only nineteen, he held a commission as major-general in the armies of a land 3,000 miles away—a land he had never seen and the language of which he could not speak. The King of France commanded him to remain at home; his friends and relatives tried to restrain him; and even the representatives, or agents, of the country in defense of which he desired to fight would not encourage his purpose. And when the young man, while dining at the house of the British ambassador to France, openly avowed his sympathy with a downtrodden people, and his determination to help them gain their freedom, the ambassador acted quickly. At his request the rash young enthusiast was arrested by the French Government, and orders were given to seize his ship, which was awaiting him at Bordeaux. But ship and owner both slipped away, and, sailing from the port of Pasajes in Spain, the runaway, with eleven chosen companions, was soon on the sea bound for America, and beyond the reach of both friends and foes. On April 25, 1777, he landed at the little port of Georgetown, at the mouth of the Great Pee Dee River in South Carolina; and from that day forward the career of Marie Jean Paul Roch Yves Gilbert Motier, Marquis de La Fayette, has held a place in the history of America, and in the interest and affection of the American people.—Eugenia M. Hodge, in St. Nicholas.