Note: I am obsessed with the musical Hamilton, so I thought I would write about a legend concerning one of my favorite characters, Peggy Schuyler. This may or may not have happened, but I thought I would write about it since it seemed like a cool story! Also, for those who don’t know, Phillip Schuyler was a general in the Revolutionary War. This takes place in 1781, near the end of it. He had five daughters and three sons total. Other fact: Angelica and Eliza’s husbands weren’t there (Hamilton was fighting and I have no idea where Angelica’s husband was) but they were both pregnant, so they stayed at their father’s house.
“Peggy. Peggy, do wake up.” A voice cried in distress as Peggy opened her eyes. Dazed, she looked around, wondering what on Earth could be the matter. She had just fallen asleep. Why did someone need her awake?
“Oh, thank goodness, Peggy,” breathed a familiar voice. It was Peggy’s sister Cornelia. Three years her junior, she was an excited girl. Peggy was still a bit like that– young and bold– but you’re younger when you’re twenty than when you’re twenty-three. Peggy stared in confusion at Cornelia’s face, which was hidden by her golden-brown hair. “Peggy, there are people raiding the mansion and Daddy’s not here.” Peggy leaped out of bed, not worrying about her nightclothes. “Mother, Angelica, and Eliza are downstairs. Quick, we need to hurry.”
“Are the servants going to be all right?” Peggy inquired suddenly, her head turning to face her younger sister. Cornelia nodded, then grabbed Peggy’s arm as they both rushed out the door. Turning to the stairs, Peggy felt the need to ask more. What was going on? “Who should want to raid our home? And where are our brothers?”
Cornelia sighed. “I forgot, Phillip and Rensselaer are down there too. John is in the city. As for the raiders… Angelica says they are Tories and Indians. She says they want to capture Daddy.” Her eyes turned cold. “He is not here.” They rushed through the hallway, a drift of cold air whistling past them. Shivering, Peggy wondered what the Tories would do if the family told them where Phillip Schuyler was.
Finally, they reached a room. It was the study. Normally the family would not intrude, but it was clear this was an emergency. Father wouldn’t care. Peggy and Cornelia spotted their sisters sitting on a couch by the window. The curtains had been drawn, but the lantern in front of Angelica and Eliza’s faces showed the relief in their eyes. Catherine Schuyler was comforting her sons. The family and servants that were present heaved a sigh, but immediately after that, the party was silent– until, that is, the voice of the mother gave a cry:
“We have forgotten Baby Catherine.” Peggy drew a breath in horror as she realized she hadn’t seen her youngest sister. Catherine was just a newborn and must be lying in her mother’s room alone. Angelica and Eliza’s eyes were motionless. Both of them were pregnant, and since the birth of Catherine hadn’t been long ago, it scared them.
“Do not worry. I will go save Catherine before the Tories break into the mansion.” Peggy’s voice was loud, brave, and bolder than Peggy herself thought it could be. Still, Peggy knew that she had to do this. They could kill the child if she wasn’t retrieved. “I shall be back with Catherine.” No one said a thing as Peggy ran silently out of the room, wondering if she was going to make it back. In the hallway, she could hear voices yelling and screaming outside of the house. It was a mob. She had to get Catherine quick before they broke down the door. Rushing up the stairs, Peggy felt a little scared. It was her own fault though. She had decided to do this.
Peggy reached her mother’s room and crept in as fast as she could. She saw her baby sister, her newborn baby sister, lying defenseless in that room. Bravely, Peggy scooped up the snoozing child into her arms, then took off to the study. However, a loud smash made her realize that the group of Tories had broken in. Frozen in fear, Peggy saw a Tory stare at her as everything went quiet. “Where is General Schuyler?” called the Tory loudly, glaring at her. Peggy was suddenly aware that she could try to walk two more stairs down and run. “Where is he, girl? Answer me.” Her head filled with words, wondering what to tell them.
“He went to alert the townspeople not more than a half an hour ago,” she lied suddenly, cradling Catherine. “They will be aware of your presence.” A murmur broke out in the mob, replacing excitement with terror. She knew what they were thinking. If the townspeople came, they could capture the Tories. The Tory hissed at her as they began to yell amongst themselves, telling each other to clear out. Peggy almost sighed in relief, stepping down the stairs. She rushed past the railing to the study, feeling hopeful. Suddenly, a blade whizzed past her, and in horror Peggy slipped, narrowly missing it. She glanced and saw that a Tory had thrown a Tomahawk at her. Smiling, she noticed where it had struck. Instead of Peggy it had hit the railing.
A mark of remembrance for this little event. Peggy didn’t think Daddy would be too pleased about it, but Peggy liked it. She’d saved Catherine for now, and maybe everyone else in the house. That was more important than a notch in wood.
I don’t think I went over the limit this time. Hope that this was a better entry than the last one C: