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Stories of Heroic Deeds for Boys and Girls / Historical Series - Book II

Chapter 28: XXIII.—LYDIA DARRAH.
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Aimed at young readers, this collection offers brief retellings of classical myths, Indigenous and early American anecdotes, Revolutionary War episodes, Scottish legends, and miscellaneous historical narratives. Each piece is written in plain, classroom-friendly language and pairs lively incidents—divine encounters, frontier adventures, naval exploits, and civic episodes—with concise moral reflections. Selections are arranged to cultivate a taste for history, encourage discernment between fact and fancy, and present examples of courage, kindness, and public spirit. A guiding preface advises teachers to develop vocabulary through context and to preserve the stories' moral force without heavy-handed lecturing.

XXIII.—LYDIA DARRAH.

1. While the British were in Philadelphia, one of Howe's principal officers made his quarters at the house of a Quaker named William Darrah. His wife, Lydia, was a true patriot, but she said so little, and performed her household work so well, that she won the entire confidence of her guest. One day he said to her, "I expect some friends to call this evening, and they will stay late, so have your family out of the way early." This order aroused her curiosity, and, when her family were in bed, she took off her shoes and went into the passage and listened to what was going on. She heard one of the officers read an order of Sir William Howe for the troops to march out the next night silently, and surprise Washington in his quarters. She went back to bed, and, when it was time for her to get up and let out the visitors, she was apparently fast asleep. She formed her plans during the night, and, early in the morning, she awakened her husband and told him that flour was wanted for family use, and that she must go to Frankford to get it.

2. It was a cold morning in December, and a deep snow covered the ground. On foot, with a bag in her hand, she set out, calling at Howe's headquarters for a permit to leave the city. At an early hour she reached Frankford, and, leaving her bag at the mill, she went on until she reached the American outposts. Here she met Colonel Craig, who had been sent out by Washington to get what news he could of the enemy. To him Mrs. Darrah told her story, and then went back to the mill, shouldered her flour, and hastened home.

3. From her window, the next night, in the cold starlight, she watched the British troops as they marched silently out of town, and a few hours later she saw them on their way back from their "fool's errand." The officer came home and bade Lydia go to his room. With an air of great secrecy he said, "Were any of your family up on the night when I had company in my room?" "No," she replied; "they all retired at eight o'clock." "It is very strange," said the officer. "You, I know, was asleep, for I knocked on your door three times before you heard me. But, by some means, our plans became known, for, when we went out, we found Washington ready to receive us, with his cannon mounted and his troops under arms, so we were compelled to march back like a parcel of fools."