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Title: True to the Old Flag
       A Tale of the American War of Independence

Author: G. A. Henty

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TRUE TO THE OLD FLAG

A TALE OF THE AMERICAN WAR
OF INDEPENDENCE




By
G. A. HENTY

Author Of "With Clive In India," "The Dragon And The Raven,"
"With Lee In Virginia," "By England's Aid," "In The Reign Of Terror,"
"With Wolfe In Canada," "Captain Bayley's Heir," Etc.




CONTENTS


CHAPTER

I.      A FRONTIER FARM

II.     AN INDIAN RAID

III.    THE REDSKIN ATTACK

IV.     THE FIGHT AT LEXINGTON

V.      BUNKER'S HILL

VI.     SCOUTING

VII.    IN THE FOREST

VIII.   QUEBEC

IX.     THE SURPRISE OF TRENTON

X.      A TREACHEROUS PLANTER

XI.     THE CAPTURE OF PHILADELPHIA

XII.    THE SETTLER'S HUT

XIII.   SARATOGA

XIV.    RESCUED!

XV.     THE ISLAND REFUGE

XVI.    THE GREAT STORM

XVII.   THE SCOUT'S STORY

XVIII.  THE SIEGE OF SAVANNAH

XIX.    IN AN AMERICAN PRISON

XX.     THE WAR IN SOUTH CAROLINA

XXI.    THE END OF THE STRUGGLE




PREFACE.


MY DEAR LADS:

You have probably been accustomed to regard the war between England
and her colonies in America as one in which we were not only beaten
but, to some extent, humiliated. Owing to the war having been an
unsuccessful one for our arms, British writers have avoided the
subject, and it has been left for American historians to describe.
These, writing for their own countrymen, and drawing for their facts
upon gazettes, letters, and other documents emanating from one side
only, have, naturally, and no doubt insensibly, given a very strong
color to their own views of the events, and English writers have been
too much inclined to accept their account implicitly. There is,
however, another and very different side to the story, and this I
have endeavored to show you. The whole of the facts and details
connected with the war can be relied upon as accurate. They are drawn
from the valuable account of the struggle written by Major Steadman,
who served under Howe, Clinton, and Cornwallis, and from other
authentic contemporary sources. You will see that, although
unsuccessful,--and success was, under the circumstances, a sheer
impossibility,--the British troops fought with a bravery which was
never exceeded, and that their victories in actual conflict vastly
outnumbered their defeats. Indeed, it may be doubted whether in any
war in which this country has been engaged have our soldiers
exhibited the qualities of endurance and courage to a higher degree.

Yours very sincerely,

G. A. HENTY.






TRUE TO THE OLD FLAG.




CHAPTER I.


A FRONTIER FARM.


"Concord, March 1, 1774.

"MY DEAR COUSIN: I am leaving next week with my husband for England,
where we intend to pass some time visiting his friends. John and I
have determined to accept the invitation you gave us last summer for
Harold to come and spend a few months with you. His father thinks
that a great future will, ere many years, open in the West, and that
it is therefore well the boy should learn something of frontier life.
For myself, I would rather that he stayed quietly at home, for he is
at present over-fond of adventure; but as my husband is meditating
selling his estate here and moving West, it is perhaps better for him.

"Massachusetts is in a ferment, as indeed are all the Eastern States,
and the people talk openly of armed resistance against the
Government. My husband, being of English birth and having served in
the king's army, cannot brook what he calls the rebellious talk which
is common among his neighbors, and is already on bad terms with many
around us. I myself am, as it were, a neutral. As an American woman,
it seems to me that the colonists have been dealt with somewhat
hardly by the English Parliament, and that the measures of the latter
have been high-handed and arbitrary. Upon the other hand, I naturally
incline toward my husband's views. He maintains that, as the king's
army has driven out the French, and gives protection to the colony,
it is only fair that the colonists should contribute to its expenses.
The English ask for no contributions toward the expense of their own
country, but demand that, at least, the expenses of the protection of
the colony shall not be charged upon the heavily taxed people at
home. As to the law that the colony shall trade only with the mother
country, my husband says that this is the rule in the colonies of
Spain, France, Portugal, and the Netherlands, and that the people
here, who can obtain what land they choose and till it without rent,
should not grumble at paying this small tax to the mother country.
However it be, I fear that troubles will come, and, this place being
the head and focus of the party hostile to England, my husband,
feeling himself out of accord with all his neighbors, saying a few
loyal gentlemen like himself, is thinking much and seriously of
selling our estate here and of moving away into the new countries of
the West, where he will be free from all the disputation and
contentious talk which occupies men's time here.

"Indeed, cousin, times have sadly changed since you were staying here
with us five years ago. Then our life was a peaceful and quiet one;
now there is nothing but wrangling and strife. The dissenting clergy
are, as my husband says was the case in England before the great
civil war, the fomenters of this discontent. There are many
busybodies who pass their time in stirring up the people by violent
harangues and seditious writings; therefore everyone takes one side
or the other, and there is neither peace nor comfort in life.

"Accustomed as I have always been to living in ease and affluence, I
dread, somewhat, the thought of a life on the Indian frontier. One
has heard so many dreadful stories of Indian fights and massacres
that I tremble a little at the prospect; but I do not mention this to
John, for as other women are, like yourself, brave enough to support
these dangers, I would not appear a coward in his eyes. You will see,
cousin, that, as this prospect is before us, it is well that Harold
should learn the ways of a frontier life. Moreover, John does not
like the thought of leaving him here while we are in England; for, as
he says, the boy might learn to become a rebel in his absence;
therefore, my dear cousin, we have resolved to send him to you. An
opportunity offers, in the fact that a gentleman of our acquaintance
is, with his family, going this week West, with the intention of
settling there, and he will, he tells us, go first to Detroit, whence
he will be able to send Harold forward to your farm. The boy himself
is delighted at the thought, and promises to return an accomplished
backwoodsman. John joins me in kind love to yourself and your
husband, and believe me to remain,

"Your Affectionate Cousin,

"MARY WILSON."


Four months after the date of the above letter a lad some fifteen
years old was walking with a man of middle age on the shores of Lake
Huron. Behind them was a large clearing of about a hundred acres in
extent; a comfortable house, with buildings for cattle, stood at a
distance of some three hundred yards from the lake; broad fields of
yellow corn waved brightly in the sun; and from the edge of the
clearing came the sound of a woodsman's ax, showing that the
proprietor was still enlarging the limits of his farm. Surrounding
the house, at a distance of twenty yards, was a strong stockade some
seven feet in height, formed of young trees, pointed at the upper
end, squared, and fixed firmly in the ground. The house itself,
although far more spacious and comfortable than the majority of
backwood farmhouses, was built in the usual fashion, of solid logs,
and was evidently designed to resist attack.

William Welch had settled ten years before on this spot, which was
then far removed from the nearest habitation. It would have been a
very imprudent act, under ordinary circumstances, to have established
himself in so lonely a position, so far removed from the possibility
of assistance in case of attack. He settled there, however, just
after Pontiac, who was at the head of an alliance of all the Indian
tribes of those parts, had, after the long and desperate siege of
Fort Pitt, made peace with us upon finding that his friends, the
French, had given up all thought of further resistance to the
English, and had entirely abandoned the country. Mr. Welch thought,
therefore, that a permanent peace was likely to reign on the
frontier, and that he might safely establish himself in the charming
location he had pitched upon, far removed from the confines of
civilization.

The spot was a natural clearing of some forty acres in extent,
sloping down to the water's edge, and a more charming site could
hardly have been chosen. Mr. Welch had brought with him three farm
laborers from the East, and, as time went on, he extended the
clearing by cutting down the forest giants which bordered it.

But in spite of the beauty of the position, the fertility of the
soil, the abundance of his crops, and the advantages afforded by the
lake, both from its plentiful supply of fish and as a highway by
which he could convey his produce to market, he had more than once
regretted his choice of location. It was true that there had been no
Indian wars on a large scale, but the Indians had several times
broken out in sudden incursions. Three times he had been attacked,
but, fortunately, only by small parties, which he had been enabled to
beat off. Once, when a more serious danger threatened him, he had
been obliged to embark, with his wife and child and his more valuable
chattels, in the great scow in which he carried his produce to
market, and had to take refuge in the settlements, to find, on his
return, his buildings destroyed and his farm wasted. At that time he
had serious thoughts of abandoning his location altogether, but the
settlements were extending rapidly toward him, and, with the prospect
of having neighbors before long and the natural reluctance to give up
a place upon which he had expended so much toil, he decided to hold
on; hoping that more quiet times would prevail, until other settlers
would take up land around him.

The house had been rebuilt more strongly than before. He now employed
four men, and had been unmolested since his return to his farm, three
years before the date of this story. Already two or three locations
had been taken up on the shores of the lake beyond him, a village had
grown up thirty-five miles away, and several settlers had established
themselves between that place and his home.

"So you are going out fishing this morning, Harold?" Mr. Welch said.
"I hope you will bring back a good supply, for the larder is low. I
was looking at you yesterday, and I see that you are becoming a
first-rate hand at the management of a canoe."

"So I ought to be," the boy said, "considering that for nearly three
months I have done nothing but shoot and fish."

"You have a sharp eye, Harold, and will make a good backwoodsman one
of these days. You can shoot nearly as well as I can now. It is lucky
that I had a good stock of powder and lead on hand; firing away by
the hour together, as you do, consumes a large amount of ammunition.
See, there is a canoe on the lake; it is coming this way, too. There
is but one man in it; he is a white, by his clothes."

For a minute or two they stood watching the boat, and then, seeing
that its course was directed toward the shore, they walked down to
the edge of the lake to meet it.

"Ah, Pearson! is that you?" Mr. Welch asked. "I thought I knew your
long, sweeping stroke at a distance. You have been hunting, I see;
that is a fine stag you have got there. What is the news?"

"About as bad as can be, Master Welch," the hunter said. "The
Iroquois have dug up the tomahawk again and are out on the war-path.
They have massacred John Brent and his family. I heard a talk of it
among some hunters I met ten days since in the woods. They said that
the Iroquois were restless and that their chief, War Eagle, one of
the most troublesome varmints on the whole frontier, had been
stirring 'em up to war. He told 'em, I heard, that the pale-faces
were pushing further and further into the Injun woods, and that,
unless they drove 'em back, the redskin hunting grounds would be
gone. I hoped that nothing would come of it, but I might have known
better. When the redskins begin to stir there's sure to be mischief
before they're quiet again."

The color had somewhat left Mr. Welch's cheeks as the hunter spoke.

"This is bad news, indeed, Pearson," he said gravely. "Are you sure
about the attack on the Brents?"

"Sartin sure," the hunter said. "I met their herder; he had been down
to Johnson's to fetch a barrel of pork. Just when he got back he
heard the Injun yells and saw smoke rising in the clearing, so he
dropped the barrel and made tracks. I met him at Johnson's, where he
had just arrived. Johnson was packing up with all haste and was going
to leave, and so I said I would take my canoe and come down the lake,
giving you all warning on the way. I stopped at Burns' and Hooper's.
Burns said he should clear out at once, but Hooper talked about
seeing it through. He's got no wife to be skeary about, and reckoned
that, with his two hands, he could defend his log hut. I told him I
reckoned he would get his har raised if the Injuns came that way;
but, in course, that's his business."

"What do you advise, Pearson? I do not like abandoning this farm to
the mercy of the redskins."

"It would be a pity, Master Welch, that's as true as Gospel. It's the
likeliest clearing within fifty miles round, and you've fixed the
place up as snug and comfortable as if it were a farm in the old
provinces. In course the question is what this War Eagle intends to
do. His section of the tribe is pretty considerable strong, and
although at present I aint heard that any others have joined, these
Injuns are like barrels of gunpowder: when the spark is once struck
there's no saying how far the explosion may spread. When one band of
'em sees as how another is taking scalps and getting plunder and
honor, they all want to be at the same work. I reckon War Eagle has
got some two hundred braves who will follow him; but when the news
spreads that he has begun his work, all the Iroquois, to say nothing
of the Shawnees, Delawares, and other varmint, may dig up the
hatchet. The question is what War Eagle's intentions are. He may make
a clean sweep down, attacking all the outlying farms and waiting till
he is joined by a lot more of the red reptiles before attacking the
settlements. Then, on the other hand, he may think himself strong
enough to strike a blow at Gloucester and some other border villages
at once. In that case he might leave the outlying farms alone, as the
news of the burning of these would reach the settlements and put 'em
on their guard, and he knows, in course, that if he succeeds there he
can eat you all up at his leisure."

"The attack upon Brent's place looks as if he meant to make a clean
sweep down," Mr. Welch said.

"Well," the hunter continued thoughtfully, "I don't know as I sees it
in that light. Brent's place was a long way from any other. He might
have wished to give his band a taste of blood, and so raise their
spirits, and he might reasonably conclude that naught would be known
about it for days, perhaps weeks to come. Then, again, the attack
might have been made by some straggling party without orders. It's a
dubious question. You've got four hands here, I think, and yourself.
I have seen your wife shoot pretty straight with a rifle, so she can
count as one, and as this young un, here, has a good idea, too, with
his shooting-iron, that makes six guns. Your place is a strong one,
and you could beat off any straggling party. My idea is that War
Eagle, who knows pretty well that the place would make a stout fight,
won't waste his time by making a regular attack upon it. You might
hold out for twenty-four hours; the clearing is open and there aint
no shelter to be had. He would be safe to lose a sight of men, and
this would be a bad beginning, and would discourage his warriors
greatly. No, I reckon War Eagle will leave you alone for the present.
Maybe he will send a scout to see whether you are prepared; it's as
likely as not that one is spying at us somewhere among the trees now.
I should lose no time in driving in the animals and getting well in
shelter. When they see you are prepared they will leave you alone; at
least, for the present. Afterward there's no saying--that will depend
on how they get on at the settlements. If they succeed there and get
lots of booty and plenty of scalps, they may march back without
touching you; they will be in a hurry to get to their villages and
have their feasts and dancing. If they are beaten off at the
settlements I reckon they will pay you a visit for sure; they won't
go back without scalps. They will be savage like, and won't mind
losing some men for the sake of having something to brag about when
they get back. And now, Master Welch, I must be going on, for I want
to take the news down to the settlements before War Eagle gets there,
and he may be ahead of me now, for aught I know. I don't give you no
advice as to what you had best do; you can judge the circumstances as
well as I can. When I have been to the settlements and put them on
their guard, maybe I shall be coming back again, and, in that case,
you know Jack Pearson's rifle is at your disposal. You may as well
tote this stag up to the house. You won't be doing much hunting just
for the present, and the meat may come in handy."

The stag was landed, and a minute later the canoe shot away from
shore under the steady stroke of the hunter's powerful arms. Mr.
Welch at once threw the stag over his shoulders and, accompanied by
Harold, strode away toward the house. On reaching it he threw down
the stag at the door, seized a rope which hung against the wall, and
the sounds of a large bell, rung in quick, sharp strokes, summoned
the hands from the fields. The sound of the woodman's ax ceased at
once, and the shouts of the men, as they drove the cattle toward the
house, rose on the still air.

"What is the matter, William?" Mrs. Welch asked as she ran from the
house.

"I have bad news, my dear. The Indians are out again, and I fear we
may have trouble before us. We must hope that they will not come in
this direction, but must be prepared for the worst. Wait till I see
all the hands and beasts in the stockade, and then we can talk the
matter over quietly."

In a few minutes the hands arrived, driving before them the horses
and cattle.

"What is it, boss?" they asked. "Was that the alarm bell sure
enough?"

"The Indians are out again," Mr. Welch said, "and in force. They have
massacred the Brents and are making toward the settlements. They may
come this way or they may not; at any rate, we must be prepared for
them. Get the beasts into the sheds, and then do you all take scythes
and set to work to cut down that patch of corn, which is high enough
to give them shelter; there's nothing else which will cover them
within a hundred yards of the house. Of course you will take your
rifles with you and keep a sharp lookout; but they will have heard
the bell, if they are in the neighborhood, and will guess that we
are on the alert, so they are not likely to attempt a surprise. Shut
one of the gates and leave the other ajar, with the bar handy to put
up in case you have to make a run for it. Harold will go up to the
lookout while you are at work."

Having seen that all was attended to, Mr. Welch went into the house,
where his wife was going about her work as usual, pale, but quiet and
resolute.

"Now, Jane," he said, "sit down, and I will tell you exactly how
matters stand, as far as Pearson, who brought the news, has told me.
Then you shall decide as to the course we had better take."

After he had told her all that Pearson had said, and the reasons for
and against expecting an early attack, he went on:

"Now, it remains for you, my dear, to decide whether we shall stay
and defend the place till the last against any attack that may be
made, or whether we shall at once embark in the scow and make our way
down to the settlements."

"What do you think, William?" his wife asked.

"I scarcely know, myself," he answered; "but, if I had quite my own
way, I should send you and Nelly down to the settlements in the scow
and fight it out here with the hands."

"You certainly will not have your own way in that," his wife said.
"If you go of course I go; if you stay I stay. I would a thousand
times rather go through a siege here, and risk the worst, than go
down to Gloucester and have the frightful anxiety of not knowing what
was happening here. Besides, it is very possible, as you say, that
the Indians may attack the settlement itself. Many of the people
there have had no experience in Indian war, and the redskins are
likely to be far more successful in their surprise there than they
would be here. If we go we should have to leave our house, our barns,
our stacks, and our animals to the mercy of the savages. Your capital
is pretty nearly all embarked here now, and the loss of all this
would be ruin to us. At any rate, William, I am ready to stay here
and to risk what may come if you are. A life on the frontier is
necessarily a life of danger, and if we are to abandon everything and
to have to commence life afresh every time the Indians go on the
war-path, we had better give it up at once and return to
Massachusetts."

"Very well, my dear," her husband said gravely. "You are a true
frontiersman's wife; you have chosen as I should have done. It is a
choice of evils; but God has blessed and protected us since we came
out into the wilderness--we will trust and confide in him now. At any
rate," he went on more cheerfully, "there is no fear of the enemy
starving us out. We got in our store of provisions only a fortnight
since, and have enough of everything for a three-months' siege. There
is no fear of our well failing us; and as for ammunition, we have
abundance. Seeing how Harold was using powder and ball, I had an
extra supply when the stores came in the other day. There is plenty
of corn in the barn for the animals for months, and I will have the
corn which the men are cutting brought in as a supply of food for the
cows. It will be useful for another purpose, too; we will keep a heap
of it soaked with water and will cover the shingles with it in case
of attack. It will effectually quench their fire arrows."

The day passed off without the slightest alarm, and by nightfall the
patch of corn was cleared away and an uninterrupted view of the
ground for the distance of a hundred yards from the house was
afforded. When night fell two out of the four dogs belonging to the
farm were fastened out in the open, at a distance of from seventy to
eighty yards of the house, the others being retained within the
stockade. The garrison was divided into three watches, two men being
on the alert at a time, relieving each other every three hours. Mr.
Welch took Harold as his companion on the watch. The boy was greatly
excited at the prospect of a struggle. He had often read of the
desperate fights between the frontier settlers and the Indians, and
had longed to take a share in the adventurous work. He could scarcely
believe that the time had come and that he was really a sharer in
what might be a desperate struggle.

The first watch was set at nine, and at twelve Mr. Welch and Harold
came on duty. The men they relieved reported that all was silent in
the woods, and that they had heard no suspicious cries of any kind.
When the men had returned to their room Mr. Welch told Harold that he
should take a turn round the stockade and visit the dogs. Harold was
to keep watch at the gate, to close it after he went out, to put up
the bar, and to stand beside it ready to open it instantly if called
upon.

Then the farmer stepped out into the darkness and, treading
noiselessly, at once disappeared from Harold's sight. The latter
closed the gate, replaced the heavy bar, and stood with one hand on
this and the other holding his rifle, listening intently. Once he
thought he heard a low growling from one of the dogs, but this
presently ceased, and all was quiet again. The gate was a solid one,
formed of strong timbers placed at a few inches apart and bolted to
horizontal bars.

Presently he felt the gate upon which his hand rested quiver, as if
pressure was applied from without. His first impulse was to say, "Is
that you?" but Mr. Welch had told him that he would give a low
whistle as he approached the gate; he therefore stood quiet, with his
whole attention absorbed in listening. Without making the least stir
he peered through the bars and made out two dark figures behind them.
After once or twice shaking the gate, one took his place against it
and the other sprang upon his shoulders.

Harold looked up and saw a man's head appear against the sky. Dim as
was the light, he could see that it was no European head-gear, a long
feather or two projecting from it. In an instant he leveled his rifle
and fired. There was a heavy fall and then all was silent. Harold
again peered through the bars. The second figure had disappeared, and
a black mass lay at the foot of the gate.

In an instant the men came running from the house, rifles in hand.

"What is it?" they exclaimed. "Where is Mr. Welch?"

"He went out to scout round the house, leaving me at the gate,"
Harold said. "Two men, I think Indians, came up; one was getting over
the gate when I shot him. I think he is lying outside--the other has
disappeared."

"We must get the master in," one of the men said. "He is probably
keeping away, not knowing what has happened. Mr. Welch," he shouted,
"it is all safe here, so far as we know; we are all on the lookout to
cover you as you come up."

Immediately a whistle was heard close to the gate. This was
cautiously opened a few inches, and was closed and barred directly
Mr. Welch entered.

Harold told him what had happened.

"I thought it was something of the sort. I heard Wolf growl and felt
sure that it was not at me. I threw myself down and crept up to him
and found him shot through the heart with an Indian arrow. I was
crawling back to the house when I heard Harold's shot. Then I waited
to see if it was followed by the war-whoop, which the redskins would
have raised at once, on finding that they were discovered, had they
been about to attack in force. Seeing that all was quiet, I
conjectured that it was probably an attempt on the part of a spy to
discover if we were upon the alert. Then I heard your call and at
once came on. I do not expect any attack to-night now, as these
fellows must have been alone; but we will all keep watch till the
morning. You have done very well, Harold, and have shown yourself a
keen watchman. It is fortunate that you had the presence of mind
neither to stir nor to call out when you first heard them; for, had
you done so, you would probably have got an arrow between your ribs,
as poor Wolf has done."

When it was daylight, and the gate was opened, the body of an Indian
was seen lying without; a small mark on his forehead showed where
Harold's bullet had entered; death being instantaneous. His war-paint
and the embroidery of his leggings showed him at once to be an
Iroquois. Beside him lay his bow, with an arrow which had evidently
been fitted to the string for instant work. Harold shuddered when he
saw it and congratulated himself on having stood perfectly quiet. A
grave was dug a short distance away, the Indian was buried, and the
household proceeded about their work.

The day, as was usual in households in America, was begun with
prayer, and the supplications of Mr. Welch for the protection of God
over the household were warm and earnest. The men proceeded to feed
the animals; these were then turned out of the inclosure, one of the
party being always on watch in the little tower which they had
erected for that purpose some ten or twelve feet above the roof of
the house. From this spot a view was obtainable right over the
clearing to the forest which surrounded it on three sides. The other
hands proceeded to cut down more of the corn, so as to extend the
level space around the house.




CHAPTER II.


AN INDIAN RAID.

That day and the next passed quietly. The first night the man who was
on watch up to midnight remarked to Mr. Welch, when he relieved him,
that it seemed to him that there were noises in the air.

"What sort of noises, Jackson--calls of night-birds or animals? If
so, the Indians are probably around us."

"No," the man said; "all is still round here, but I seem to feel the
noise rather than hear it. I should say that it was firing, very many
miles off."

"The night is perfectly still, and the sound of a gun would be heard
a long way."

"I cannot say that I have heard a gun; it is rather a tremble in the
air than a sound."

When the man they had relieved had gone down and all was still again,
Mr. Welch and Harold stood listening intently.

"Jackson was right," the farmer said; "there is something in the air.
I can feel it rather than hear it. It is a sort of murmur no louder
than a whisper. Do you hear it, Harold?"

"I seem to hear something," Harold said. "It might be the sound of
the sea a very long way off, just as one can hear it many miles from
the coast, on a still night at home. What do you think it is?"

"If it is not fancy," Mr. Welch replied, "and I do not think that we
should all be deceived, it is an attack upon Gloucester."

"But Gloucester is thirty-five miles away," Harold answered.

"It is," Mr. Welch replied; "but on so still a night as this sounds
can be heard from an immense distance. If it is not this, I cannot
say what it is."

Upon the following night, just as Mr. Welch's watch was at an end, a
low whistle was heard near the gate.

"Who is there?" Mr. Welch at once challenged.

"Jack Pearson, and the sooner you open the gate the better. There's
no saying where these red devils may be lying round."

Harold and the farmer instantly ran down and opened the gate.

"I should advise you to stop down here," the hunter said as they
replaced the bars. "If you did not hear me you certainly would not
hear the redskins, and they'd all be over the palisade before you had
time to fire a shot. I'm glad to see you safe, for I was badly
skeared lest I should find nothing but a heap of ashes here."

The next two men now turned out, and Mr. Welch led his visitor into
the house and struck a light.

"Halloo, Pearson! you must have been in a skirmish," he said, seeing
that the hunter's head was bound up with a bloodstained bandage.

"It was all that," Pearson said, "and wuss. I went down to Gloucester
and told 'em what I had heard, but the darned fools tuk it as quiet
as if all King George's troops with fixed bayonets had been camped
round 'em. The council got together and palavered for an hour, and
concluded that there was no chance whatever of the Iroquois venturing
to attack such a powerful place as Gloucester. I told 'em that the
redskins would go over their stockade at a squirrel's jump, and that
as War Eagle alone had at least 150 braves, while there warn't more
than 50 able-bodied men in Gloucester and all the farms around it,
things would go bad with 'em if they didn't mind. But bless yer, they
knew more than I did about it. Most of 'em had moved from the East
and had never seen an Injun in his war-paint. Gloucester had never
been attacked since it was founded nigh ten years ago, and they
didn't see no reason why it should be attacked now. There was a few
old frontiersmen like myself among 'em who did their best to stir 'em
up, but it was no manner of good. When the council was over we put
our heads together, and just went through the township a-talking to
the women, and we hadn't much difficulty in getting up such a skear
among 'em that before nightfall every one of 'em in the farms around
made their husbands move into the stockade of the village.

"When the night passed off quietly most of the men were just as
savage with us as if it had been a false alarm altogether. I p'inted
out that it was not because War Eagle had left 'em alone that night
that he was bound to do so the next night or any night after. But in
spite of the women they would have started out to their farms the
fust thing in the morning, if a man hadn't come in with the news that
Carter's farm had been burned and the whole of the people killed and
scalped. As Carter's farm lay only about fifteen miles off this gave
'em a skear, and they were as ready now to believe in the Injuns as I
had tried to make 'em the night before. Then they asked us old hands
to take the lead and promised to do what we told 'em, but when it
came to it their promises were not worth the breath they had spent
upon 'em. There were eight or ten houses outside the stockade, and in
course we wanted these pulled down; but they wouldn't hear of it.
Howsomever, we got 'em to work to strengthen the stockades, to make
loop-holes in the houses near 'em, to put up barricades from house to
house, and to prepare generally for a fight. We divided into three
watches.

"Well, just as I expected, about eleven o'clock at night the Injuns
attacked. Our watch might just as well have been asleep for any good
they did, for it was not till the redskins had crept up to the
stockade all round and opened fire between the timbers on 'em that
they knew that they were near. I'll do 'em justice to say that they
fought stiff enough then, and for four hours they held the line of
houses; every redskin who climbed the stockade fell dead inside it.
Four fires had been lighted directly they attacked to enable us to
keep 'em from scaling the stockade, but they showed us to the enemy,
of course.

 "The redskins took possession of the houses which we had wanted to
pull down, and precious hot they made it for us. Then they shot such
showers of burning arrows into the village that half of the houses
were soon alight. We tried to get our men to sally out and to hold
the line of stockade, when we might have beaten 'em off if all the
village had been burned down; but it were no manner of good; each man
wanted to stick to his wife and family till the last. As the flames
went up every man who showed himself was shot down, and when at last
more than half our number had gone under the redskins brought up
fagots, piled 'em against the stockade outside, and then the hull
tribe came bounding over. Our rifles were emptied, for we couldn't
get the men to hold their fire, but some of us chaps as knew what was
coming gave the redskins a volley as they poured in.

"I don't know much as happened after that. Jack Robins and Bill
Shuter, who were old pals of mine, and me made up our minds what to
do, and we made a rush for a small gate that there was in the
stockade, just opposite where the Injuns came in. We got through safe
enough, but they had left men all round. Jack Robins he was shot
dead. Bill and I kept straight on. We had a grapple with some of the
redskins; two or three on 'em went down, and Bill and I got through
and had a race for it till we got fairly into the forest. Bill had a
ball in the shoulder, and I had a clip across the head with a
tomahawk. We had a council, and Bill went off to warn some of the
other settlements and I concluded to take to the water and paddle
back to you, not knowing whether I should find that the redskins had
been before me. I thought anyway that I might stop your going down to
Gloucester, and that if there was a fight you would be none the worse
for an extra rifle."

Mr. Welch told the hunter of the visit of the two Indian spies two
nights before.

"Waal," the hunter said, "I reckon for the present you are not likely
to be disturbed. The Injuns have taken a pile of booty and something
like two hundred scalps, counting the women and children, and they
moved off at daybreak this morning in the direction of Tottenham,
which I reckon they'll attack tonight. Howsomever, Bill has gone on
there to warn 'em, and after the sack of Gloucester the people of
Tottenham won't be caught napping, and there are two or three old
frontiersmen who have settled down there, and War Eagle will get a
hot reception if he tries it. As far as his band is concerned, you're
safe for some days. The only fear is that some others of the tribe,
hurrying up at hearing of his success, may take this place as they go
past. And now I guess I'll take a few hours' sleep. I haven't closed
an eye for the last two nights."

A week passed quietly. Pearson, after remaining two days, again went
down the lake to gather news, and returned a day later with the
intelligence that almost all the settlements had been deserted by
their inhabitants. The Indians were out in great strength and had
attacked the settlers at many points along the frontier, committing
frightful devastations.

Still another week passed, and Mr. Welch began to hope that his
little clearing had been overlooked and forgotten by the Indians. The
hands now went about their work as usual, but always carried arms
with them, while one was constantly stationed on the watch-tower.
Harold resumed his fishing; never, however, going out of sight of the
house. Sometimes he took with him little Nelly Welch; it being
considered that she was as safe in the canoe as she was in the house,
especially as the boat was always in sight, and the way up from the
landing to the house was under cover of the rifles of the defenders;
so that, even in case of an attack, they would probably be able to
make their way back.

One afternoon they had been out together for two or three hours;
everything looked as quiet and peaceable as usual; the hands were in
the fields near the house, a few of the cows grazing close to the
gate. Harold had been successful in his fishing and had obtained as
many fish as he could carry. He stepped out from the canoe, helped
Nelly to land, slung his rifle across his back, and picked up the
fish, which were strung on a withe passed through their gills.

He had made but a few steps when a yell arose, so loud and terrible
that for a moment his heart seemed to stop beating. Then from the
cornfields leaped up a hundred dark figures; then came the sharp
crack of rifles, and two of the hands dashed down at full speed
toward the house. One had fallen. The fourth man was in the
watch-tower. The surprise had been complete. The Indians had made
their way like snakes through the long corn, whose waving had been
unperceived by the sentinel, who was dozing at his post, half-asleep
in the heat of the sun. Harold saw in a moment that it was too late
for him to regain the house; the redskins were already nearer to it
than he was.

"Now, Nelly! into the boat again--quick!" he said. "We must keep out
of the way till it's all over."

Nelly was about twelve years old, and her life in the woods had given
her a courage and quickness beyond her years. Without wasting a
moment on cries or lamentations, she sprang back into the canoe.
Harold took his place beside her, and the light craft darted rapidly
out into the lake. Not until he was some three or four hundred yards
from the shore did Harold pause to look round. Then, when he felt he
was out of gunshot distance, he ceased paddling. The fight was raging
now around the house; from loop-holes and turret the white puffs of
smoke darted angrily out. The fire had not been ineffectual, for
several dark forms could be seen lying round the stockade, and the
bulk of the Indians, foiled in their attempt to carry the place at a
rush, had taken shelter in the corn and kept up a scattering fire
round the house, broken only on the side facing the lake, where there
was no growing crop to afford them shelter.

"They are all right now," Harold said cheerfully.

"Do not be anxious, Nelly; they will beat them off, Pearson is a host
in himself. I expect he must have been lying down when the attack was
made. I know he was scouting round the house all night. If he had
been on the watch, those fellows would never have succeeded in
creeping up so close unobserved."

"I wish we were inside," Nelly said, speaking for the first time. "If
I were only with them, I should not mind."

"I am sure I wish we were," Harold agreed. "It is too hard being
useless out here when such a splendid fight is going on. Ah! they
have their eyes on us!" he exclaimed as a puff of smoke burst out
from some bushes near the shore and a ball came skipping along on the
surface of the water, sinking, however, before it reached it.

"Those Indian muskets are no good," Harold said contemptuously, "and
the trade powder the Indians get is very poor stuff; but I think that
they are well within range of my rifle."

The weapon which Harold carried was an English rifle of very perfect
make and finish, which his father had given him on parting.

"Now," he said, "do you paddle the canoe a few strokes nearer the
shore, Nelly. We shall still be beyond the range of that fellow. He
will fire again and I shall see exactly where he is lying."

Nelly, who was efficient in the management of a canoe, took the
paddle, and dipping it in the water the boat moved slowly toward the
shore. Harold sat with his rifle across his knees, looking intently
over the bows of the boat toward the bush from which the shot had
come.

"That's near enough, Nelly," he said.

The girl stopped paddling, and the hidden foe, seeing that they did
not mean to come nearer the shore, again fired. Harold's rifle was in
an instant against his shoulder; he sat immovable for a moment and
then fired.

Instantly a dark figure sprang from the bush, staggered
a few steps up the slope, and then fell headlong.

"That was a pretty good shot," Harold said. "Your father told me,
when I saw a stag's horns above a bush, to fire about two feet behind
them and eighteen inches lower. I fired a foot below the flash, and I
expect I hit him through the body. I had the sight at three hundred
yards and fired a little above it. Now, Nelly, paddle out again.
See!" he said, "there is a shawl waving from the top of the tower.
Put your hat on the paddle and wave it."

"What are you thinking of doing, Harold?" the girl asked presently.

 "That is just what I have been asking myself for the last ten
minutes," Harold replied. "It is quite clear that as long as the
siege is kept up we cannot get back again, and there is no saying how
long it may last. The first thing is, what chance is there of their
pursuing us? Are there any other canoes on the lake within a short
distance?"

"They have one at Braithwaite's," the girl said, "four miles off; but
look, there is Pearson's canoe lying by the shore."

"So there is!" Harold exclaimed. "I never thought of that. I expect
the Indians have not noticed it. The bank is rather high where it is
lying. They are sure to find it, sooner or later. I think, Nelly, the
best plan would be to paddle back again so as to be within the range
of my rifle while still beyond the reach of theirs. I think I can
keep them from using the boat until it is dark."

"But after it is dark, Harold?"

"Well, then, we must paddle out into the lake so as to be well out of
sight. When it gets quite dark we can paddle in again and sleep
safely anywhere a mile or two from the house."

An hour passed without change. Then Nelly said: "There is a movement
in the bushes near the canoe." Presently an arm was extended and
proceeded to haul the canoe toward the shore by its head-rope. As it
touched the bank an Indian rose from the bushes and was about to step
in, while a number of puffs of smoke burst out along the shore and
the bullets skipped over the water toward the canoe, one of them
striking it with sufficient force to penetrate the thin bark a few
inches above the water's edge. Harold had not moved, but as the
savage stepped into the canoe he fired, and the Indian fell heavily
into the water, upsetting the canoe as he did so.

A yell of rage broke from his comrades.

"I don't think they will try that game again as long as it is
daylight," Harold said. "Paddle a little further out again, Nelly. If
that bullet had hit you it would have given you a nasty blow, though
I don't think it would have penetrated; still we may as well avoid
accidents."

After another hour passed the fire round the house ceased.

"Do you think the Indians have gone away?" Nelly asked.

"I am afraid there is no chance of that," Harold said. "I expect they
are going to wait till night and then try again. They are not fond of
losing men, and Pearson and your father are not likely to miss
anything that comes within their range as long as daylight lasts."

"But after dark, Harold?"

"Oh, they will try all sorts of tricks; but Pearson is up to them
all. Don't you worry about them, dear."

The hours passed slowly away until at last the sun sank and the
darkness came on rapidly. So long as he could see the canoe, which
just floated above the water's edge, Harold maintained his position;
then taking one paddle, while Nelly handled the other, he sent the
boat flying away from the shore out into the lake. For a quarter of
an hour they paddled straight out. By this time the outline of the
shore could be but dimly perceived. Harold doubted whether it would
be possible to see the boat from shore, but in order to throw the
Indians off the scent, should this be the case, he turned the boat's
head to the south and paddled swiftly until it was perfectly dark.

"I expect they saw us turn south," he said to Nelly. "The redskins
have wonderful eyes; so, if they pursue at all, they will do it in
that direction. No human being, unless he borrowed the eyes of an
owl, could see us now, so we will turn and paddle the other way."

For two hours they rowed in this direction.

"We can go in to shore now," Harold said at last. "We must be seven
or eight miles beyond the house."

The distance to the shore was longer than they expected, for they had
only the light of the stars to guide them and neither had any
experience in night traveling. They had made much further out into
the lake than they had intended. At length the dark line of trees
rose in front of them, and in a few minutes the canoe lay alongside
the bank and its late occupants were stretched on a soft layer of
moss and fallen leaves.

"What are we going to do to-morrow about eating?" Nelly asked.

"There are four or five good-sized fish in the bottom of the canoe,"
Harold replied. "Fortunately we caught more than I could carry, and I
intended to make a second trip from the house for these. I am afraid
we shall not be able to cook them, for the Indians can see smoke any
distance. If the worst comes to the worst we must eat them raw, but
we are sure to find some berries in the wood to-morrow. Now, dear,
you had better go to sleep as fast as you can; but first let us kneel
down and pray God to protect us and your father and mother."

 The boy and girl knelt in the darkness and said their simple
prayers. Then they lay down, and Harold was pleased to hear in a few
minutes the steady breathing which told him that his cousin was
asleep. It was a long time before he followed her example. During the
day he had kept up a brave front and had endeavored to make the best
of their position, but now that he was alone he felt the full weight
of the responsibility of guiding his companion through the extreme
danger which threatened them both. He felt sure that the Indians
would prolong the siege for some time, as they would be sure that no
re-enforcements could possibly arrive in aid of the garrison.
Moreover, he by no means felt so sure as he had pretended to his
companion of the power of the defenders of the house to maintain a
successful resistance to so large a number of their savage foes. In
the daylight he felt certain they could beat them off, but darkness
neutralizes the effect both of superior arms and better marksmanship.
It was nearly midnight before he lay down with the determination to
sleep, but scarcely had he done so when he was aroused by an outburst
of distant firing. Although six or seven miles from the scene of the
encounter, the sound of each discharge came distinct to the ear along
the smooth surface of the lake, and he could even hear, mingled with
the musketry fire, the faint yells of the Indians. For hours, as it
seemed to him, he sat listening to the distant contest, and then he,
unconsciously to himself, dozed off to sleep, and awoke with a start,
to find Nelly sitting up beside him and the sun streaming down
through the boughs. He started to his feet.

"Bless me!" he exclaimed, "I did not know that I had been asleep. It
seems but an instant ago that I was listening"--and here he checked
himself--"that is, that I was wide awake, and here we are in broad
daylight."

Harold's first care was to examine the position of the canoe, and he
found that fortunately it had touched the shore at a spot where the
boughs of the trees overhead drooped into the water beyond it, so
that it could not be seen by anyone passing along the lake. This was
the more fortunate as he saw, some three miles away, a canoe with
three figures on board. For a long distance on either side the boughs
of the trees drooped into the water, with only an opening here and
there such as that through which the boat had passed the night
before.

"We must be moving, Nelly. Here are the marks where we scrambled up
the bank last night. If the Indians take it into their heads to
search the shore both ways, as likely enough they may do, they will
be sure to see them. In the first place let us gather a stock of
berries, and then we will get into the boat again and paddle along
under this arcade of boughs till we get to some place where we can
land without leaving marks of our feet. If the Indians find the place
where we landed here, they will suppose that we went off again before
daylight."

For some time they rambled in the woods and succeeded in gathering a
store of berries and wild fruit. Upon these Nelly made her breakfast,
but Harold's appetite was sufficiently ravenous to enable him to fall
to upon the fish, which, he declared, were not so bad, after all.
Then they took their places in the canoe again and paddled on for
nearly a mile.

 "See, Harold!" Nelly exclaimed as she got a glimpse through the
boughs into the lake, "there is another canoe. They must have got the
Braithwaite boat. We passed their place coming here, you know. I
wonder what has happened there."

"What do you think is best to do, Nelly?" Harold asked. "Your opinion
is just as good as mine about it. Shall we leave our canoe behind,
land, and take to the woods, or shall we stop quietly in the canoe in
shelter here, or shall we take to the lake and trust to our speed to
get away? in which case, you know, if they should come up I could
pick them off with my gun before they got within reach.

"I don't think that would do," the girl said, shaking her head. "You
shoot very well, but it is not an easy thing to hit a moving object
if you are not accustomed to it, and they paddle so fast that if you
miss them once they would be close alongside--at any rate we should
be within reach of their guns--before you could load again. They
would be sure to catch us, for although we might paddle nearly as
fast for a time, they would certainly tire us out. Then, as to
waiting here in the canoe, if they came along on foot looking for us
we should be in their power. It is dreadful to think of taking to the
woods with Indians all about, but I really think that would be our
safest plan."

"I think so too, Nelly, if we can manage to do it without leaving a
track. We must not go much further, for the trees are getting thinner
ahead and we should be seen by the canoes."

Fifty yards further Harold stopped paddling.

"Here is just the place, Nelly."

At this point a little stream of three or four feet wide emerged into
the lake; Harold directed the boat's head toward it. The water in the
stream was but a few inches deep.

"Now, Nelly," he said, "we must step out into the water and walk up
it as far as we can go--it will puzzle even the sharpest redskin to
find our track then."

They stepped into the water, Harold taking the head-rope of the canoe
and towing the light boat--which, when empty, did not draw more than
two inches of water--behind him. He directed Nelly to be most careful
as she walked not to touch any of the bushes, which at times nearly
met across the stream.

"A broken twig or withered leaf would be quite enough to tell the
Indians that we came along this way," he said. "Where the bushes are
thick you must manage to crawl under them. Never mind about getting
wet--you will soon dry again."

Slowly and cautiously they made their way up the stream for nearly a
mile. It had for some distance been narrowing rapidly, being only fed
by little rills from the surrounding swamp land. Harold had so far
looked in vain for some spot where they could land without leaving
marks of their feet. Presently they came to a place where a great
tree had fallen across the stream.

"This will do, Nelly," Harold said. "Now, above all things you must
be careful not to break off any of the moss or bark. You had better
take your shoes off; then I will lift you on to the trunk and you can
walk along it without leaving a mark."

It was hard work for Nelly to take off her drenched boots, but she
managed at last. Harold lifted her on to the trunk and said:

"Walk along as far as you can and get down as lightly as possible on
to a firm piece of ground. It rises rapidly here and is, I expect, a
dry soil where the upper end of the tree lies."

"How are you going to get out, Harold?"

"I can swing myself up by that projecting root."

Before proceeding to do so Harold raised one end of the canoe and
placed it on the trunk of the tree; then, having previously taken off
his shoes, he swung himself on to the trunk; hauling up the light
bark canoe and taking especial pains that it did not grate upon the
trunk, he placed it on his head and followed Nelly along the tree. He
found, as he had expected, that the ground upon which the upper end
lay was firm and dry. He stepped down with great care, and was
pleased to see, as he walked forward, that no trace of a footmark was
left.

"Be careful, Nelly," he exclaimed when he joined her, "not to tread
on a stick or disturb a fallen leaf with your feet, and above all to
avoid breaking the smallest twig as you pass. Choose the most open
ground, as that is the hardest."

In about a hundred yards they came upon a large clump of bushes.

"Now, Nelly, raise those lower boughs as gently and as carefully as
you can. I will push the canoe under. I don't think the sharpest
Indian will be able to take up our track now."

Very carefully the canoe was stowed away, and when the boughs were
allowed to fall in their natural position it was completely hidden
from sight to every passer-by. Harold took up the fish, Nelly had
filled her apron with the berries, and carrying their shoes--for they
agreed that it would be safer not to put them on--they started on
their journey through the deep forest.




CHAPTER III.


THE REDSKIN ATTACK.

Mr. Welch was with the men, two or three hundred yards away from the
house, when the Indians suddenly sprang out and opened fire. One of
the men fell beside him; the farmer stooped to lift him, but saw that
he was shot through the head. Then he ran with full speed toward the
house, shouting to the hands to make straight for the gate,
disregarding the cattle. Several of these, however, alarmed at the
sudden outburst of fire and the yells of the Indians, made of their
own accord for the stables as their master rushed up at full speed.
The Indians were but fifty or sixty yards behind when Mr. Welch
reached his gate. They had all emptied their pieces, and after the
first volley no shots had been fired save one by the watchman on the
lookout. Then came the crack of Pearson's rifle just as Mr. Welch
shut the gate and laid the bar in its place. Several spare guns had
been placed in the upper chambers, and three reports rang out
together, for Mrs. Welch had run upstairs at the first alarm to take
her part in the defense.

In another minute the whole party, now six in all, were gathered in
the upper room.

"Where are Nelly and Harold?" Mr. Welch exclaimed. "I saw the canoe
close to the shore just before the Indians opened fire," the watchman
answered.

"You must have been asleep," Pearson said savagely. "Where were your
eyes to let them redskins crawl up through the corn without seeing
'em? With such a crowd of 'em the corn must have been a-waving as if
it was blowing a gale. You ought to have a bullet in yer ugly
carkidge, instead of its being in yer mate's out there."

While this conversation was going on no one had been idle. Each took
up his station at a loop-hole, and several shots were fired whenever
the movement of a blade of corn showed the lurking place of an
Indian.

The instant the gate had been closed War Eagle had called his men
back to shelter, for he saw that all chance of a surprise was now
over, and it was contrary to all redskin strategy to remain for one
moment unnecessarily exposed to the rifles of the whites. The farmer
and his wife had rushed at once up into the lookout as the Indians
drew off and, to their joy, saw the canoe darting away from shore.

"They are safe for the present, thank God!" Mr. Welch said. "It is
providential indeed that they had not come a little further from the
shore when the redskins broke out. Nothing could have saved them, had
they fairly started for the house."

"What will they do, William?" asked his wife anxiously.

"I cannot tell you, my dear. I do not know what I should do myself
under the circumstances. However, the boy has got a cool head on his
shoulders, and you need not be anxious for the present. Now let us
join the others. Our first duty is to take our share in the defense
of the house. The young ones are in the hands of God. We can do
nothing for them." "Well?" Pearson asked, looking round from his
loop-hole as the farmer and his wife descended into the room, which
was a low garret extending over the whole of the house. "Do you see
the canoe?"

"Yes, it has got safely away," William Welch said; "but what the lad
will do now is more than I can say."

Pearson placed his rifle against the wall. "Now keep your eyes
skinned," he said to the three farm hands.

"One of yer's done mischief enough this morning already, and you'll
get your har raised, as sure as you're born, unless you look out
sharp. Now," he went on, turning to the Welches, "let us go down and
talk this matter over. The Injuns may keep on firing, but I don't
think they'll show in the open again as long as it's light enough for
us to draw bead on 'em. Yes," he went on, as he looked through a
loop-hole in the lower story over the lake, "there they are, just out
of range."

"What do you think they will do?" Mrs. Welch asked.

The hunter was silent for a minute.

"It aint a easy thing to say what they ought to do, much less what
they will do; it aint a good outlook anyway, and I don't know what I
should do myself. The whole of the woods on this side of the lake are
full of the darned red critters. There's a hundred eyes on that canoe
now, and, go where they will, they'll be watched."

"But why should they not cross the lake and land on the other side?"
Mr. Welch said.

"If you and I were in that canoe," the hunter answered, "that's about
what we should do; but, not to say that it's a long row for 'em, they
two young uns would never get across; the Injuns would have 'em
before they had been gone an hour. There's my canoe lying under the
bushes; she'd carry four, and would go three feet to their two."

"I had forgotten about that," William Welch said, and then added,
after a pause: "The Indians may not find it."

"You needn't hope that," the hunter answered; "they have found it
long before this. I don't want to put you out of heart; but I tell ye
ye'll see them on the water before many minutes have passed."

"Then they are lost," Mrs. Welch said, sinking down in her chair and
bursting into tears.

"They air in God's hands, ma'am," the hunter said, "and it's no use
trying to deceive you."

"Would it be of any use," William Welch asked, after a pause, "for me
to offer the redskins that my wife and I will go out and put
ourselves in their hands if they will let the canoe go off without
pursuit?"

"Not it," the hunter replied decidedly. "You would be throwing away
your own lives without saving theirs, not to mention, although that
doesn't matter a straw, the lives of the rest of us here. It will be
as much as we can do, when they attack us in earnest, to hold this
place with six guns, and with only four the chance would be worth
nothing. But that's neither here nor there. You wouldn't save the
young ones if you gave yourselves up. You can't trust the word of an
Injun on the war-path, and if they went so far as not to kill 'em
they would carry 'em off; and, after all, I aint sure as death aint
better for 'em than to be brought up as Injuns. There," he said,
stopping suddenly as a report of a musket sounded at some little
distance off, "the Injuns are trying their range against 'em. Let's
go up to the lookout."

The little tower had a thick parapet of logs some three feet high,
and, crouching behind this, they watched the canoe. "He's coming
nearer in shore, and the girl has got the paddle," Pearson muttered.
"What's he doing now?" A puff of smoke was seen to rise near the
border of the lake; then came the sharp crack of Harold's rifle. They
saw an Indian spring from the bushes and fall dead.

"Well done, young un!" Pearson exclaimed. "I told yer he'd got his
head screwed on the right way. He's keeping just out of range of
their guns, and that piece of his can carry twice as far as theirs. I
reckon he's thought of the canoe, and means to keep 'em from using
it. I begins to think, Mr. Welch, that there's a chance for 'em yet.
Now let's talk a little to these red devils in the corn."

For some little time Pearson and William Welch turned their attention
to the Indians, while the mother sat with her eyes fixed upon the
canoe.

"He is coming closer again," she exclaimed presently.

"He's watching the canoe, sure enough," Pearson said. Then came the
volley along the bushes on the shore, and they saw an Indian rise to
his feet.

"That's just where she lies!" Pearson exclaimed; "he's getting into
it. There! well done, young un."

The sudden disappearance of the Indian and the vengeful yell of the
hidden foe told of the failure of the attempt.

"I think they're safe, now, till nightfall. The Injuns won't care
about putting themselves within range of that 'ere rifle again."

Gradually the fire of the Indians ceased, and the defenders were able
to leave the loop-holes. Two of the men went down and fastened up the
cattle, which were still standing loose in the yard inside the
stockade; the other set to to prepare a meal, for Mrs. Welch could
not take her eyes off the canoe.

The afternoon seemed of interminable length. Not a shot was fired.
The men, after taking their dinner, were occupied in bringing some
great tubs on to the upper story and filling them to the brim with
water from the well. This story projected two feet beyond the one
below it, having been so built in order that, in case of attack, the
defenders might be able to fire down upon any foe who might cross the
stockade and attack the house itself; the floor boards over the
projecting portion were all removable. The men also brought a
quantity of the newly cut corn to the top of the house, first
drenching it with water.

The sun sank, and as dusk was coming on the anxious watchers saw the
canoe paddle out far into the lake.

"An old frontiersman couldn't do better," Pearson exclaimed. "He's
kept them out of the canoe as long as daylight lasted; now he has
determined to paddle away and is making down the lake," he went on
presently. "It's a pity he turned so soon, as they can see the course
he's taking."

They watched until it was completely dark; but, before the light
quite faded, they saw another canoe put out from shore and start in
the direction taken by the fugitives.

"Will they catch them, do you think?" Mrs. Welch asked.

"No, ma'am," Pearson said confidently. "The boy's got sense enough to
have changed his course after it gets dark, though whether he'll make
for shore or go out toward the other side is more than I can say. You
see, they'll know that the Injuns are all along this side of the
lake; but then, on the other hand, they'll be anxious about us and
'll want to keep close at hand. Besides, the lad knows nothing of the
other side; there may be Injuns there, for aught he knows, and it's a
skeary thing for a young un to take to the forest, especially with a
gal in his charge. There aint no saying what he'll do. And now we've
got to look after ourselves; don't let us think about 'em at present.
The best thing as we can do for them, as well as for ourselves, is to
hold this here place. If they live they'll come back to it sooner or
later, and it 'll be better for 'em to find it standing, and you here
to welcome 'em, than to get back to a heap of ruins and some dead
bodies."

"When will the redskins attack, do you think?" the farmer asked.

"We may expect 'em any time, now," the hunter answered. "The Injuns'
time of attack is generally just before dawn, but they know well
enough they aint likely to ketch us asleep any time, and, as they
know exactly what they have got to do they'll gain nothing by
waiting. I wish we had a moon; if we had, we might keep 'em out of
the stockade. But there--it's just as well it's dark, after all; for,
if the moon was up, the young ones would have no chance of getting
away."

The garrison now all took their places at the loop-holes, having
first carried the wet fodder to the roof and spread it over the
shingles. There was nothing to do now but to wait. The night was so
dark that they could not see the outline of the stockade. Presently a
little spark shot through the air, followed by a score of others. Mr.
Welch had taken his post on the tower, and he saw the arrows whizzing
through the air, many of them falling on the roof. The dry grass
dipped in resin, which was tied round the arrow-heads, was instantly
extinguished as the arrows fell upon the wet corn, and a yell arose
from the Indians.

The farmer descended and told the others of the failure of the
Indians' first attempt.

"That 'ere dodge is a first-rate un," Pearson said. "We're safe from
fire, and that's the only thing we've got to be afeared on. You'll
see 'em up here in a few minutes."

Everything was perfectly quiet. Once or twice the watchers thought
that they could hear faint sounds, but could not distinguish their
direction. After half an hour's anxious waiting a terrible yell was
heard from below, and at the doors and windows of the lower rooms
came the crashing blows of tomahawks.

The boards had already been removed from the flooring above, and the
defenders opened a steady fire into the dark mass that they could
faintly make out clustered round the windows and doors. At Pearson's
suggestion the bullets had been removed from the guns and heavy
charges of buckshot had been substituted for them, and yells of pain
and surprise rose as they fired. A few shots were fired up from
below, but a second discharge from the spare guns completed the
effect from the first volley. The dark mass broke up and, in a few
seconds, all was as quiet as before.

Two hours passed, and then slight sounds were heard. "They've got the
gate opened, I expect," Pearson said. "Fire occasionally at that; if
we don't hit 'em the flashes may show us what they're doing."

It was as he had expected. The first discharge was followed by a cry,
and by the momentary light they saw a number of dark figures pouring
in through the gate. Seeing that concealment was no longer possible,
the Indians opened a heavy fire round the house; then came a crashing
sound near the door.

"Just as I thought," Pearson said. "They're going to try to burn us
out."

For some time the noise continued, as bundle after bundle of dried
wood was thrown down by the door. The garrison were silent; for, as
Pearson said, they could see nothing, and a stray bullet might enter
at the loop-holes if they placed themselves there, and the flashes of
the guns would serve as marks for the Indians.

Presently two or three faint lights were seen approaching.

"Now," Pearson said, "pick 'em off as they come up. You and I'll take
the first man, Welch. You fire just to the right of the light, I will
fire to the left; he may be carrying the brand in either hand."

They fired together, and the brand was seen to drop to the ground.
The same thing happened as the other two sparks of light approached;
then it was again quiet. Now a score of little lights flashed through
the air.

"They're going to light the pile with their flaming arrows," Pearson
said. "War Eagle is a good leader."

Three or four of the arrows fell on the pile of dry wood. A moment
later the flames crept up and the smoke of burning wood rolled up
into the room above. A yell of triumph burst from the Indians, but
this changed into one of wrath as those above emptied the contents of
one of the great tubs of water on to the pile of wood below them. The
flames were instantly extinguished.

"What will they do next?" Mrs. Welch asked.

"It's like enough," Pearson replied, "that they'll give the job up
altogether. They've got plenty of plunder and scalps at the
settlements, and their attacking us here in such force looks as if
the hull of 'em were on their way back to their villages. If they
could have tuk our scalps easy they would have done it; but War Eagle
aint likely to risk losing a lot of men when he aint sartin of
winning, after all. He has done good work as it is, and has quite
enough to boast about when he gets back. If he were to lose a heap of
his braves here it would spoil the success of his expedition. No, I
think as he will give it up now."

"He will be all the more anxious to catch the children," Mrs. Welch
said despondently.

"It can't be denied, ma'am, as he will do his best that way," Pearson
answered. "It all depends, though, on the boy. I wish I was with him
in that canoe. Howsomever, I can't help thinking as he will
sarcumvent 'em somehow."

The night passed without any further attack. By turns half the
garrison watched while the other lay down, but there was little sleep
taken by any. With the first gleam of daylight Mrs. Welch and her
husband were on the lookout.

"There's two canoes out on the lake," Pearson said. "They're paddling
quietly; which is which I can't say."

As the light became brighter Pearson pronounced, positively, that
there were three men in one canoe and four in the other.

"I think they're all Injuns," he said. "They must have got another
canoe somewhere along the lake. Waal, they've not caught the young
uns yet."

"The boats are closing up to each other," Mrs. Welch said. "They're
going to have a talk, I reckon. Yes, one of 'em's turning and going
down the lake, while the other's going up. I'd give a heap to know
where the young uns have got to."

The day passed quietly. An occasional shot toward the house showed
that the Indians remained in the vicinity and, indeed, dark forms
could be seen moving about in the distant parts of the clearing.

"Will it be possible," the farmer asked Pearson, when night again
fell, "to go out and see if we can discover any traces of them?"

"Worse than no use," Pearson said positively. "We should just lose
our har without doing no good whatever. If the Injuns in these
woods--and I reckon altogether there's a good many hundred of
'em--can't find 'em, ye may swear that we can't. That's just what
they're hoping, that we'll be fools enough to put ourselves outside
the stockade. They'll lie close round all night, and a weasel
wouldn't creep through 'em. Ef I thought there was jest a shadow of
chance of finding them young uns I'd risk it; but there's no
chance--not a bit of it."

A vigilant watch was again kept up all night, but all was still and
quiet. The next morning the Indians were still round them.

"Don't ye fret, ma'am!" Pearson said, as he saw how pale and wan Mrs.
Welch looked in the morning light. "You may bet your last shilling
that they're not caught 'em."

"Why are you so sure?" Mrs. Welch asked. "They may be dead by this
time."

"Not they, ma'am! I'm as sartin as they're living and free as I am
that I'm standing here. I know these Injuns' ways. Ef they had caught
'em they'd jest have brought 'em here and would have fixed up two
posts, jest out of rifle range, and would have tied them there and
offered you the choice of giving up this place and your scalps or of
seeing them tortured and burned under your eyes. That's their way.
No, they aint caught 'em alive, nor they aint caught 'em dead
neither; for, ef they had they'd have brought their scalps to have
shown yer. No, they've got away, though it beats me to say how. I've
only got one fear, and that is that they might come back before the
Injuns have gone. Now I tell ye what we had better do--we better keep
up a dropping fire all night and all day to-morrow, and so on, until
the redskins have gone. Ef the young uns come back across the lake at
night, and all is quiet, they'll think the Injuns have taken
themselves off; but, if they hear firing still going on, they'll know
well enough that they're still around the house."

William Welch at once agreed to this plan, and every quarter of an
hour or so all through the night a few shots were fired. The next
morning no Indians could be seen, and there was a cessation of the
dropping shots which had before been kept up at the house.

"They may be in hiding," Pearson said in the afternoon, "trying to
tempt us out; but I'm more inclined to think as how they've gone. I
don't see a blade of that corn move; I've had my eyes fixed on it for
the last two hours. It are possible, of course, that they're there,
but I reckon not. I expect they've been waiting, ever since they gave
up the attack, in hopes that the young uns would come back; but now,
as they see that we're keeping up a fire to tell them as how they're
still round us, they've given it up and gone. When it gets dark
to-night I'll go out and scout round."

At ten o'clock at night Pearson dropped lightly from the stockade on
the side opposite to the gate, as he knew that, if the Indians were
there, this would be the point that they would be watching; then,
crawling upon his stomach, he made his way slowly down to the lake.
Entering the water and stooping low, he waded along the edge of the
bushes for a distance of a mile; then he left the water and struck
into the forest. Every few minutes he could hear the discharge of the
rifles at the house; but, as before, no answering shots were heard.
Treading very cautiously, he made a wide _détour_ and then came down
again on the clearing at the end furthest from the lake, where the
Indians had been last seen moving about. All was still. Keeping among
the trees and moving with great caution, he made his way, for a
considerable distance, along the edge of the clearing; then he
dropped on his hands and knees and entered the cornfield, and for two
hours he crawled about, quartering the ground like a dog in search of
game. Everywhere he found lines where the Indians had crawled along
to the edge nearest to the house, but nowhere did he discover a sign
of life. Then, still taking great care, he moved down toward the
house and made a circuit of it a short distance outside the stockade;
then he rose to his feet.

"Yer may stop shooting," he shouted. "The pesky rascals are gone."
Then he walked openly up to the gate; it was opened at once by
William Welch.

"Are you sure they have gone?" he asked.

"Sure as gospel," he answered, "and they've been gone twenty-four
hours at least."

"How do you know that?"

"Easy enough. I found several of their cooking places in the woods;
the brands were out, and even under the ashes the ground was cold, so
they must have been out for a long time. I could have walked straight
on to the house, then, but I thought it safer to make quite sure by
searching everywhere, for they might have moved deeper into the
forest, and left a few men on guard here, in case the young uns
should come back. But it aint so; they've gone, and there aint a
living soul anywhere nigh the clearing. The young uns can come back
now, if they will, safely enough."

Before doing anything else the farmer assembled the party together in
the living room, and there solemnly offered up thanks to God for
their deliverance from danger, and implored his protection for the
absent ones. When this was over he said to his wife:

"Now, Jane; you had better lie down and get a few hours' sleep. It is
already two o'clock, and there is no chance whatever of their
returning tonight, but I shall go down to the lake and wait till
morning. Place candles in two of the upper windows. Should they be
out on the lake they will see them and know that the Indians have not
taken the house."

Morning came, without any signs of the absent ones. At daybreak
Pearson went out to scout in the woods, and returned late in the
afternoon with the news that the Indians had all departed, and that,
for a distance of ten miles at least, the woods were entirely free.

When it became dark the farmer again went down to the lake and
watched until two, when Pearson took his place. Mr. Welch was turning
to go back to the house when Pearson placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Listen!" he said; and for a minute the men stood immovable.

"What was it?" the farmer asked.

"I thought I heard the stroke of a paddle," Pearson said; "it might
have been the jump of a fish. There! there it is again!" He lay down
and put his ear close to the water. "There's a canoe in the lake to
the north'ard. I can hear the strokes of the paddle plainly."

Mr. Welch could hear nothing. Some minutes passed, then Pearson
exclaimed:

"There! I saw a break in the water over there! There it is!" he said,
straining his eyes in the darkness. "That's a canoe, sure enough,
although they have ceased paddling. It's not a mile away."

Then he rose to his feet and shouted "Halloo!" at the top of his
voice. An answering shout faintly came back across the water. He
again hailed loudly, and this time the answer came in a female voice.

"It's them, sure enough. I can swear to Nelly's voice."

William Welch uncovered his head and, putting his hand before his
face, returned fervent thanks to God for the recovery of his child.
Then he dashed off at full speed toward the house. Before he reached
it however, he met his wife running down to meet him, the shouts
having informed her that something was seen. Hand in hand they ran
down to the water's edge. The canoe was now swiftly approaching. The
mother screamed:

"Nelly! is that you?"

"Mamma! mamma!" came back in the girl's clear tones.

With a low cry of gladness Mrs. Welch fell senseless to the ground.
The strain which she had for four days endured had been terrible, and
even the assurances of Pearson had failed to awaken any strong
feeling of hope in her heart. She had kept up bravely and had gone
about her work in the house with a pale, set face, but the unexpected
relief was too much for her. Two minutes later the bow of the canoe
grated on the shore, and Nelly leaped into her father's arms.

"Where is mamma?" she exclaimed. "She is here, my dear, but she has
fainted. The joy of your return has been too much for her."

Nelly knelt beside her mother and raised her head, and the farmer
grasped Harold's hand.

"My brave boy," he said, "I have to thank you for saving my child's
life. God bless you!"

He dipped his hat in the lake and sprinkled water in his wife's face.
She soon recovered and, a few minutes afterward, the happy party
walked up to the house, Mrs. Welch being assisted by her husband and
Pearson. The two young ones were soon seated at a table, ravenously
devouring food, and, when their hunger was satisfied, they related
the story of their adventures, the whole of the garrison being
gathered round to listen. After relating what had taken place up to
the time of their hiding the canoe, Harold went on:

"We walked about a quarter of a mile until we came to a large clump
of underwood. We crept in there, taking great pains not to break a
twig or disturb a leaf. The ground was, fortunately, very dry, and I
could see that our footprints had not left the smallest marks. There
we have lain hid ever since. We had the fish and the berries, and,
fortunately, the fruit was ripe and juicy and quenched our thirst
well enough, and we could, sometimes, hear the firing by day, and
always at night. On the day we took refuge we heard the voices of the
Indians down toward the lake quite plainly, but we have heard nothing
of them since. Last night we heard the firing up to the middle of the
night, and then it suddenly stopped. To-day I crept out and went down
to the lake to listen; but it seemed that everything was still. Nelly
was in a terrible way, and was afraid that the house had been taken
by the Indians, but I told her that could not be, for that there
would certainly have been a tremendous lot of firing at last, whereas
it stopped, after a few shots, just as it had been going on so long.
Our provisions were all gone and Nelly was getting very bad for want
of water. I, of course, got a drink at the lake this morning. So we
agreed that, if everything was still again to-night, we would go back
to the place where we had hidden the canoe, launch it, and paddle
here. Everything was quiet, so we came along as we had arranged. When
I saw the lights in the windows I made sure all was right: still it
was a great relief when I heard the shout from the shore. I knew, of
course, that it wasn't a redskin's shout. Besides, Indians would have
kept quiet till we came alongside."

Very hearty were the commendations bestowed on the boy for his
courage and thoughtfulness.

"You behaved like an old frontiersman," Pearson said. "I couldn't
have done better myself. You only made one blunder from the time you
set out from shore."

"What was that?" Harold asked.

"You were wrong to pick the berries. The redskins, of course, would
find where you had landed, they'd see the marks where you lay down,
and would know that you had paddled away again. Had it not been for
their seeing the tracks you made in picking the berries they might
have, supposed you had started before daybreak, and had gone out of
sight across the lake; but them marks would have shown 'em that you
did not take to your canoe until long after the sun was up, and
therefore that you couldn't have made across the lake without their
seeing you, but must either have landed or be in your canoe under
shelter of the trees somewhere along the shore. It's a marvel to me
that they didn't find your traces, however careful you were to
conceal 'em. But that's the only error you made, and I tell you,
young un, you have a right to be proud of having outwitted a hull
tribe of redskins."




CHAPTER IV.


THE FIGHT AT LEXINGTON.

Harold remained for four months longer with his cousin. The Indians
had made several attacks upon settlements at other points of the
frontier, but they had not repeated their incursion in the
neighborhood of the lake. The farming operations had gone on
regularly, but the men always worked with their rifles ready to their
hand. Pearson had predicted that the Indians were not likely to
return to that neighborhood. Mr. Welch's farm was the only one along
the lake that had escaped, and the loss the Indians had sustained in
attacking it had been so heavy that they were not likely to make an
expedition in that quarter, where the chances of booty were so small
and the certainty of a desperate resistance so great.

Other matters occurred which rendered the renewal of the attack
improbable. The news was brought by a wandering hunter that a quarrel
had arisen between the Shawnees and the Iroquois, and that the latter
had recalled their braves from the frontier to defend their own
villages in case of hostilities breaking out between them and the
rival tribe.

There was no occasion for Harold to wait for news from home, for his
father had, before starting, definitely fixed the day for his return,
and when that time approached Harold started on his eastward journey,
in order to be at home about the date of their arrival. Pearson took
him in his canoe to the end of the lake and accompanied him to the
settlement, whence he was able to obtain a conveyance to Detroit.
Here he took a passage in a trading boat and made his way by water to
Montreal, thence down through Lake Champlain and the Hudson River to
New York, and thence to Boston.

The journey had occupied him longer than he expected, and Mr. and
Mrs. Wilson were already in their home at Concord when he arrived.
The meeting was a joyful one. His parents had upon their return home
found letters from Mr. Welch and his wife describing the events which
had happened at the farm, speaking in the highest terms of the
courage and coolness in danger which Harold had displayed, and giving
him full credit for the saving of their daughter's life.

Upon the day after Harold's return two gentlemen called upon Captain
Wilson and asked him to sign the agreement which a number of
colonists had entered into to resist the mother country to the last.
This Captain Wilson positively refused to do.

"I am an Englishman," he said, "and my sympathies are wholly with my
country. I do not say that the whole of the demands of England are
justifiable. I think that Parliament has been deceived as to the
spirit existing here. But I consider that it has done nothing
whatever to justify the attitude of the colonists. The soldiers of
England have fought for you against French and Indians and are still
stationed here to protect you. The colonists pay nothing for their
land; they pay nothing toward the expenses of the government of the
mother country; and it appears to me to be perfectly just that people
here, free as they are from all the burdens that bear so heavily on
those at home, should at least bear the expense of the army stationed
here. I grant that it would have been far better had the colonists
taxed themselves to pay the extra amount, instead of the mother
country taxing them; but this they would not do. Some of the
colonists paid their quota, others refused to do so, and this being
the case, it appears to me that England is perfectly justified in
laying on a tax. Nothing could have been fairer than the tax that she
proposed. The stamp-tax would in no way have affected the poorer
classes in the colonies. It would have been borne only by the rich
and by those engaged in such business transactions as required
stamped documents. I regard the present rebellion as the work of a
clique of ambitious men who have stirred up the people by incendiary
addresses and writings. There are, of course, among them a large
number of men--among them, gentlemen, I place you--who
conscientiously believe that they are justified in doing nothing
whatever for the land which gave them or their ancestors birth; who
would enjoy all the great natural wealth of this vast country without
contributing toward the expense of the troops to whom it is due that
they enjoy peace and tranquility. Such, gentlemen, are not my
sentiments. You consider it a gross hardship that the colonists are
compelled to trade only with the mother country. I grant that it
would be more profitable and better for us had we an open trade with
the whole world; but in this England only acts as do all other
countries toward their colonies. France, Spain, Portugal, and the
Netherlands all monopolize the trade of their colonies; all, far more
than does England, regard their colonies as sources of revenue. I
repeat, I do not think that the course that England has pursued
toward us has been always wise, but I am sure that nothing that she
has done justifies the spirit of disaffection and rebellion which is
ripe throughout these colonies."

"The time will come, sir," one of the gentlemen said, "when you will
have reason to regret the line which you have now taken."

"No, sir," Captain Wilson said haughtily. "The time may come when the
line that I have taken may cost me my fortune, and even my life, but
it will never cause me one moment's regret that I have chosen the
part of a loyal English gentleman."

When the deputation had departed Harold, who had been a wondering
listener to the conversation, asked his father to explain to him the
exact position in which matters stood.

It was indeed a serious one. The success of England, in her struggle
with France for the supremacy of North America had cost her a great
deal of money. At home the burdens of the people were extremely
heavy. The expense of the army and navy was great, and the ministry,
in striving to lighten the burdens of the people, turned their eyes
to the colonies. They saw in America a population of over two million
people, subjects of the king, like themselves, living free from rent
and taxes on their own land and paying nothing whatever to the
expenses of the country. They were, it is true, forced to trade with
England, but this obligation was set wholly at naught. A gigantic
system of smuggling was carried on. The custom-house officials had no
force at their disposal which would have enabled them to check these
operations, and the law enforcing a trade with England was virtually
a dead letter.

Their first step was to strengthen the naval force on the American
coast and by additional vigilance to put some sort of check on the
wholesale smuggling which prevailed. This step caused extreme
discontent among the trading classes of America, and these set to
work vigorously to stir up a strong feeling of disaffection against
England. The revenue officers were prevented, sometimes by force,
from carrying out their duties.

After great consideration the English government came to the
conclusion that a revenue sufficient to pay a considerable proportion
of the cost of the army in America might be raised by means of a
stamp-tax imposed upon all legal documents, receipts, agreements, and
licenses--a tax, in fact, resembling that on stamps now in use in
England. The colonists were furious at the imposition of this tax. A
Congress, composed of deputies from each State, met, and it was
unanimously resolved that the stamp-tax should not be paid. Meetings
were everywhere held, at which the strongest and most treasonable
language was uttered, and such violent threats were used against the
persons employed as stamp-collectors that these, in fear of their
lives, resigned their posts.

The stamp-tax remained uncollected and was treated by the colonists
as if it were not in existence.

The whole of the States now began to prepare for war. The Congress
was made permanent, the militia drilled and prepared for fighting,
and everywhere the position grew more and more strained.
Massachusetts was the headquarters of disaffection, and here a total
break with the mother country was openly spoken of. At times the more
moderate spirits attempted to bring about a reconciliation between
the two parties. Petitions were sent to the Houses of Parliament, and
even at this time had any spirit of wisdom prevailed in England the
final consequences might have been prevented. Unfortunately the
majority in Parliament were unable to recognize that the colonists
had any rights upon their side. Taxation was so heavy at home that
men felt indignant that they should be called upon to pay for the
keeping up of the army in America, to which the untaxed colonists,
with their free farms and houses, would contribute nothing. The plea
of the colonists that they were taxed by a chamber in which they were
unrepresented was answered by the statement that such was also the
case with Manchester, Leeds, and many other large towns which were
unrepresented in Parliament.

In England neither the spirit nor the strength of the colonists was
understood. Men could not bring themselves to believe that these
would fight rather than submit, still less that if they did fight it
would be successfully. They ignored the fact that the population of
the States was one-fourth as large as that of England; that by far
the greater proportion of that population were men trained, either in
border warfare or in the chase, to the use of the rifle; that the
enormous extent of country offered almost insuperable obstacles to
the most able army composed of regular troops, and that the vast
forests and thinly populated country were all in favor of a
population fighting as guerrillas against trained troops. Had they
perceived these things the English people would have hesitated before
embarking upon such a struggle, even if convinced, as assuredly the
great majority were convinced, of the fairness of their demands. It
is true that even had England at this point abandoned altogether her
determination to raise taxes in America the result would probably
have been the same. The spirit of disaffection in the colony had gone
so far that a retreat would have been considered as a confession of
weakness, and separation of the colonists from the mother country
would have happened ere many years had elapsed. As it was, Parliament
agreed to let the stamp-tax drop, and in its place established some
import duties on goods entering the American ports.

The colonists, however, were determined that they would submit to no
taxation whatever. The English government, in its desire for peace,
abandoned all the duties with the exception of that on tea; but even
this concession was not sufficient to satisfy the colonists. These
entered into a bond to use no English goods. A riot took place at
Boston, and the revenue officers were forced to withdraw from their
posts. Troops were dispatched from England and the House of Commons
declared Massachusetts to be in a state of rebellion.

It must not be supposed that the colonists were by any means
unanimous in their resistance to England. There were throughout the
country a large number of gentlemen, like Captain Wilson, wholly
opposed to the general feeling. New York refused to send members to
the Congress, and in many other provinces the adhesion given to the
disaffected movement was but lukewarm. It was in the New England
provinces that the spirit of rebellion was hottest. These States had
been peopled for the most part by Puritans--men who had left England
voluntarily, exiling themselves rather than submit to the laws and
religion of the country, and among them, as among a portion of the
Irish population of America at the present time, the feeling of
hatred against the government of England was, in a way, hereditary.

So far but few acts of violence had taken place. Nothing could be
more virulent than the language of the newspapers of both parties
against their opponents, but beyond a few isolated tumults the peace
had not been broken. It was the lull before the storm. The great
majority of the New England colonists were bent upon obtaining
nothing short of absolute independence; the loyalists and the English
were as determined to put down any revolt by force.

The Congress drilled, armed, and organized; the English brought over
fresh troops and prepared for the struggle. It was December when
Harold returned home to his parents, and for the next three months
the lull before the storm continued.

The disaffected of Massachusetts had collected a large quantity of
military stores at Concord. These General Gage, who commanded the
troops at Boston, determined to seize and destroy, seeing that they
could be collected only for use against the Government, and on the
night of April 19 the grenadier and light infantry companies of the
various regiments, 800 strong, under command of Lieutenant Colonel
Smith of the Tenth Regiment, and Major Pitcairne of the Marines,
embarked in boats and were conveyed up Charles River as far as a
place called Phipps' Farm. There they landed at midnight, having a
day's provisions in their haversacks, and started on their march to
Concord, twenty miles distant from Boston.

The design had been discovered by some of the revolutionary party in
the town, and two of their number were dispatched on horseback to
rouse the whole country on the way to Concord, where the news arrived
at two o'clock in the morning.

Captain Wilson and his household were startled from sleep by the
sudden ringing of the alarm-bells, and a negro servant, Pompey, who
had been for many years in their service, was sent down into the
town, which lay a quarter of a mile from the house, to find out what
was the news. He returned in half an hour.

"Me tink all de people gone mad, massa. Dey swarming out of deir
houses and filling de streets, all wid guns on deir shoulders, all de
while shouting and halloing 'Down wid de English! Down wid de
redcoats! dey shan't have our guns; dey shan't take de cannon and de
powder.' Dere were ole Massa Bill Emerson, the preacher, wid his gun
in his hands, shouting to de people to stand firm and to fight till
de last; dey all shout, 'We will!' Dey bery desperate; me fear great
fight come on."

"What are you going to do, father?" Harold asked.

"Nothing, my boy. If, as it is only too likely, this is the beginning
of a civil war, I have determined to offer my services to the
government. Great numbers of loyalists have sent in their names
offering to serve if necessary, and from my knowledge of drill I
shall, of course, be useful. To-day I can take no active part in the
fight, but I shall take my horse and ride forward to meet the troops
and warn the commanding officer that resistance will be attempted
here."

"May I go with you, father?"

"Yes, if you like, my boy. Pompey, saddle two horses at once. You are
not afraid of being left alone, Mary?" he said, turning to his wife.
"There is no chance of any disturbance here. Our house lies beyond
the town, and whatever takes place will be in Concord. When the
troops have captured the guns and stores they will return."

Mrs. Wilson said she was not frightened and had no fear whatever of
being left alone. The horses were soon brought round, and Captain
Wilson and his son mounted and rode off at full speed. They made a
_détour_ to avoid the town, and then, gaining the highroad, went
forward at full speed. The alarm had evidently been given all along
the line. At every village the bells were ringing, the people were
assembling in the streets, all carrying arms, while numbers were
flocking in from the farmhouses around. Once or twice Captain Wilson
was stopped and asked where he was going.

"I am going to tell the commander of the British force, now marching
hither, that if he advances there will be bloodshed--that it will be
the beginning of civil war. If he has orders to come at all hazards,
my words will not stop him; if it is left to his discretion, possibly
he may pause before he brings on so dire a calamity."

It was just dawn when Captain Wilson and Harold rode into Lexington,
where the militia, 130 strong, had assembled. Their guns were loaded
and they were ready to defend the place, which numbered about 700
inhabitants.

Just as Captain Wilson rode in a messenger ran up with the news that
the head of the British column was close at hand. Some of the militia
had dispersed to lie down until the English arrived. John Parker, who
commanded them, ordered the drums to beat and the alarm-guns to be
fired, and his men drew up in two ranks across the road.

"It is too late now, Harold," Captain Wilson said. "Let us get out of
the line of fire."

The British, hearing the drums and the alarm-guns, loaded, and the
advance company came on at the double. Major Pitcairne was at their
head and shouted to the militia to lay down their arms.

It is a matter of dispute, and will always remain one, as to who
fired the first shot. The Americans assert that it was the English;
the English say that as they advanced several shots were fired at
them from behind a stone wall and from some of the adjoining houses,
which wounded one man and hit Major Pitcairne's horse in two places.

The militia disregarded Major Pitcairne's orders to lay down their
arms. The English fired; several of the militia were killed, nine
wounded, and the rest dispersed. There was no further fighting and
the English marched on, unopposed, to Concord.

As they approached the town the militia retreated from it. The
English took possession of a bridge behind the place and held this
while the troops were engaged in destroying the ammunition and
gun-carriages. Most of the guns had been removed and only two
twenty-four pounders were taken. In destroying the stores by fire the
court-house took flames. At the sight of this fire the militia and
armed countrymen advanced down the hill toward the bridge. The
English tried to pull up the planks, but the Americans ran forward
rapidly. The English guard fired; the colonists returned the fire.
Some of the English were killed and wounded and the party fell back
into the town. Half an hour later Colonel Smith, having performed the
duty that he was sent to do, resumed the homeward march with the
whole of his troops.

Then the militiamen of Concord, with those from many villages around
and every man in the district capable of bearing arms, fell upon the
retiring English.

The road led through several defiles, and every tree, every rock,
every depression of ground was taken advantage of by the Americans.
Scarcely a man was to be seen, but their deadly fire rained thick
upon the tired troops. This they vainly attempted to return, but they
could do nothing against an invisible foe, every man of whom
possessed a skill with his rifle far beyond that of the British
soldier. Very many fell and the retreat was fast becoming a rout,
when, near Lexington, the column met a strong re-enforcement which
had been sent out from Boston. This was commanded by Lord Percy, who
formed his detachment into square, in which Colonel Smith's party,
now so utterly exhausted that they were obliged to lie down for some
time, took refuge. When they were rested the whole force moved
forward again toward Boston, harassed the whole way by the Americans,
who from behind stone walls and other places of shelter kept up an
incessant fire upon both flanks, as well as in the front and rear,
against which the troops could do nothing. At last the retreating
column safely arrived at Boston, spent and worn out with fatigue.
Their loss was 65 men killed, 136 wounded, 49 missing.

Such was the beginning of the war of independence. Many American
writers have declared that previous to that battle there was no
desire for independence on the part of the colonists, but this is
emphatically contradicted by the language used at the meetings and in
the newspapers which have come down to us. The leaders may not have
wished to go so far--may not have intended to gain more than an
entire immunity from taxation and an absolute power for the colonists
to manage their own affairs. But experience has shown that when the
spark of revolution is once lighted, when resistance to the law has
once commenced, things are carried to a point far beyond that dreamed
of by the first leaders.

Those who commenced the French Revolution were moderate men who
desired only that some slight check should be placed on the arbitrary
power of the king--that the people should be relieved in some slight
degree from the horrible tyranny of the nobles, from the misery and
wretchedness in which they lived. These just demands increased step
by step until they culminated in the Reign of Terror and the most
horrible scenes of bloodshed and massacre of modern times.

Men like Washington and Franklin and Adams may have desired only that
the colonists should be free from imperial taxation, but the popular
voice went far beyond this. Three years earlier wise counsels in the
British Parliament might have averted a catastrophe and delayed for
many years the separation of the colonies from their mother country.
At the time the march began from Boston to Concord the American
colonists stood virtually in armed rebellion. The militia throughout
New England were ready to fight. Arms, ammunition, and military
stores were collected in Rhode Island and New Hampshire. The cannon
and military stores belonging to the Crown had been carried off by
the people, forty cannon being seized in Rhode Island alone. Such
being the case, it is nonsense to speak of the fray at Lexington as
the cause of the Revolutionary War. It was but the spark in the
powder. The magazine was ready and primed, the explosion was
inevitable, and the fight at Lexington was the accidental incident
which set fire to it.

The efforts of American writers to conceal the real facts of the
case, to minimize the rebellious language, the violent acts of the
colonists, and to make England responsible for the war because a body
of troops were sent to seize cannon and military stores intended to
be used against them are so absurd, as well as so untrue, that it is
astonishing how wide a credence such statements have received.

From an eminence at some distance from the line of retreat Captain
Wilson and his son watched sorrowfully the attack upon the British
troops. When at last the combatants disappeared from sight through
one of the defiles Captain Wilson turned his horse's head homeward.

"The die is cast," he said to his wife as she met him at the door.
"The war has begun, and I fear it can have but one termination. The
colonists can place forces in the field twenty times as numerous as
any army that England can spare. They are inferior in drill and in
discipline, but these things, which are of such vast consequence in a
European battlefield, matter but little in such a country as this.
Skill with the rifle and knowledge of forest warfare are far more
important. In these points the colonists are as superior to the
English soldiers as they are in point of numbers. Nevertheless, my
dear, my duty is plain. I am an Englishman and have borne his
Majesty's commission, and I must fight for the king. Harold has
spoken to me as we rode home together, and he wishes to fight by my
side. I have pointed out to him that as he was born here he can
without dishonor remain neutral in the struggle. He, however, insists
that as a royal subject of the king he is entitled to fight for him.
He saw to-day many lads not older than himself in the rebel ranks,
and he has pleaded strongly for permission to go with me. To this I
have agreed. Which would you prefer, Mary--to stay quietly here,
where I imagine you would not be molested on account of the part I
take, or will you move into Boston and stop with your relations there
until the struggle has ended one way or the other?"

As Mrs. Wilson had frequently talked over with her husband the course
that he would take in the event of civil war actually breaking out,
the news that he would at once offer his services to the British
authorities did not come as a shock upon her. Even the question of
Harold accompanying his father had been talked over; and although her
heart bled at the thought of husband and son being both engaged in
such a struggle, she agreed to acquiesce in any decision that Harold
might arrive at. He was now nearly sixteen, and in the colonies a lad
of this age is, in point of independence and self-reliance, older
than an English boy. Harold, too, had already shown that he possessed
discretion and coolness as well as courage, and although now that the
moment had come Mrs. Wilson wept passionately at the thought of their
leaving her, she abstained from saying any word to dissuade them from
the course they had determined upon. When she recovered from her fit
of crying she said that she would accompany them at once to Boston,
as in the first place their duties might for some time lie in that
city, and that in any case she would obtain far more speedy news
there of what was going on throughout the country than she would at
Concord. She would, too, be living among her friends and would meet
with many of the same convictions and opinions as her husband's,
whereas in Concord the whole population would be hostile.

Captain Wilson said that there was no time to be lost, as the whole
town was in a tumult. He therefore advised her to pack up such
necessary articles as could be carried in the valises, on the horses'
backs.

Pompey and the other servants were to pack up the most valuable
effects and to forward them to a relation of Mrs. Wilson's who lived
about three miles from Boston. There they would be in safety and
could be brought into the town, if necessary. Pompey and two other
old servants were to remain in charge of the house and its contents.
Jake, an active young negro some twenty-three or twenty-four years
old, who was much attached to Harold, whose personal attendant and
companion he had always been, was to accompany them on horseback, as
was Judy, Mrs. Wilson's negro maid.

As evening fell the five horses were brought round, and the party
started by a long and circuitous route, by which, after riding for
nearly forty miles, they reached Boston at two o'clock next morning.




CHAPTER V.


BUNKER'S HILL.

The excitement caused by the news of the fight at Concord was intense
and, as it spread through the colonies, the men everywhere rushed to
arms. The fray at Lexington was represented as a wanton outrage, and
the fact wholly ignored that the colonists concerned in it were drawn
up in arms to oppose the passage of the king's troops, who were
marching on their legitimate duty of seizing arms and ammunition
collected for the purpose of warring against the king. The colonial
orators and newspaper writers affirmed then, as they have affirmed
since, that, up to the day of Lexington, no one had a thought of
firing a shot against the Government. A more barefaced misstatement
was never made. Men do not carry off cannon by scores, and accumulate
everywhere great stores of warlike ammunition, without a thought of
fighting. The colonists commenced the war by assembling in arms to
oppose the progress of British troops obeying the orders of the
Government. It matters not a whit on which side the first shot was
fired. American troops have, many times since that event, fired upon
rioters in the streets, under circumstances no stronger than those
which brought on the fight at Lexington.

From all parts of New England the militia and volunteers poured in,
and in three days after the fight, twenty thousand armed men were
encamped between the rivers Mystic and Roxburgh, thus besieging
Boston. They at once set to work throwing up formidable earthworks,
the English troops remaining within their intrenchments across the
neck of land joining Boston with the mainland.

The streets of Boston were crowded with an excited populace when
Captain Wilson and his party rode into it at two in the morning. No
one thought of going to bed, and all were excited to the last degree
at the news of the battle. All sorts of reports prevailed. On the
colonial side it was affirmed that the British, in their retreat, had
shot down women and children; while the soldiers affirmed that the
colonists had scalped many of their number who fell in the fight. The
latter statement was officially made by Lord Percy in his report of
the engagement.

Captain Wilson rode direct to the house of his wife's friends. They
were still up, and were delighted to see Mary Wilson, for such
exaggerated reports had been received of the fight that they were
alarmed for her safety. They belonged to the moderate party, who saw
that there were faults on both sides and regretted bitterly both the
obstinacy of the English Parliament in attempting to coerce the
colonists and the determination of the latter to oppose, by force of
arms, the legitimate rights of the mother country.

Until the morning the events of the preceding day were talked over; a
few hours' repose was then taken, after which Captain Wilson went to
the headquarters of General Gage and offered his services. Although
Boston was the headquarters of the disaffected party, no less than
two hundred men came forward as volunteers in the king's service, and
Captain Wilson was at once appointed to the command of a company of
fifty men. Before leaving the army he had taken part in several
expeditions against the Indians, and his knowledge of forest warfare
rendered him a valuable acquisition. Boston was but poorly
provisioned, and, as upon the day when the news of Lexington reached
New York two vessels laden with flour for the use of the troops at
Boston were seized by the colonists and many other supplies cut off,
the danger of the place being starved out was considerable. General
Gage, therefore, offered no opposition to the exit from the city of
those who wished to avoid the horror of a siege, and a considerable
portion of the population made their way through to the rebel lines.
Every day brought news of fresh risings throughout the country; the
governors of the various provinces were powerless; small garrisons of
English troops were disarmed and made prisoners; and the fortress of
Ticonderoga, held only by fifty men, was captured by the Americans
without resistance. In one month after the first shot was fired the
whole of the American colonies were in rebellion.

The news was received in England with astonishment and sorrow. Great
concessions had been made by Parliament, but the news had reached
America too late to avoid hostilities. Public opinion was divided;
many were in favor of granting at once all that the colonists
demanded, and many officers of rank and position resigned their
commissions rather than fight against the Americans. The division,
indeed, was almost as general and complete as it had been in the time
of our own civil war. In London the feeling in favor of the colonists
was strong, but in the country generally the determination to repress
the rising was in the ascendant. The colonists had, with great
shrewdness, dispatched a fast-sailing ship to Europe upon the day
following the battle of Lexington, giving their account of the
affair, and representing it as a massacre of defenseless colonists by
British troops; and the story thus told excited a sympathy which
would not, perhaps, have been extended to them had the real facts of
the case been known. Representatives from all the colonies met at
Philadelphia to organize the national resistance; but as yet,
although many of the bolder spirits spoke of altogether throwing off
allegiance to England, no resolution was proposed to that effect.

For the first six weeks after his arrival at Boston, Captain Wilson
was engaged in drilling his company. Harold was, of course, attached
to it, and entered with ardor upon his duties. Captain Wilson did not
attempt to form his men into a band of regular soldiers; accuracy of
movement and regularity of drill would be of little avail in the
warfare in which they were likely to be engaged. Accuracy in
shooting, quickness in taking cover, and steadiness in carrying out
any general orders were the principal objects to be attained. Most of
the men had already taken part in frontier warfare. The majority of
them were gentlemen--Englishmen who, like their captain, had come out
from home and purchased small estates in the country. The discipline,
therefore, was not strict, and, off duty, all were on terms of
equality.

Toward the end of May and beginning of June considerable
re-enforcements arrived from England, and, as a step preparatory to
offensive measures, General Gage, on June 12, issued a proclamation
offering, in his Majesty's name, a free pardon to all who should
forthwith lay down their arms, John Hancock and General Adams only
excepted, and threatening with punishment all who should delay to
avail themselves of the offer. This proclamation had no effect
whatever.

Near the peninsula of Boston, on the north, and separated from it by
the Charles River, which is navigable and about the breadth of the
Thames at London Bridge, is another neck of land called the Peninsula
of Charlestown. On the north bank, opposite Boston, lies the town of
Charlestown, behind which, in the center of the peninsula, rises an
eminence called Bunker's Hill. Bunker's Hill is sufficiently high to
overlook any part of Boston and near enough to be within cannon-shot.
This hill was unoccupied by either party, and about this time the
Americans, hearing that General Gage had come to a determination to
fortify it, resolved to defeat his resolution by being the first to
occupy it.

About nine in the evening of June 16 a detachment from the colonial
army, one thousand strong, under the command of Colonel Prescott,
moved along the Charlestown road and took up a position on a shoulder
of Bunker's Hill, which was known as Breed's Hill, just above the
town of Charlestown. They reached this position at midnight. Each man
carried a pick and shovel, and all night they worked vigorously in
intrenching the position. Not a word was spoken, and the watch on
board the men-of-war in the harbor were ignorant of what was going on
so near at hand. At daybreak the alarm was given, and the _Lively_
opened a cannonade upon the redoubt. A battery of guns was placed on
Copp's Hill, behind Boston, distant twelve hundred yards from the
works, and this, also, opened fire. The Americans continued their
work, throwing up fresh intrenchments; and, singularly, only one man
was killed by the fire from the ships and redoubt. A breastwork was
carried down the hill to the flat ground which, intersected by
fences, stretched away to the Mystic. By nine o'clock they had
completed their intrenchments.

Prescott sent off for re-enforcements, but there was little harmony
among the colonial troops. Disputes between the contingents of the
various provinces were common; there was no head of sufficient
authority to enforce his orders upon the whole; and a long delay took
place before the re-enforcements were sent forward.

In the meantime the English had been preparing to attack the
position. The Fifth, Thirty-eighth, Forty-third, and Fifty-second
regiments, with ten companies of the grenadiers and ten of the light
infantry, with a proportion of field artillery, embarked in boats,
and, crossing the harbor, landed on the outward side of the
peninsula, near the Mystic, with a view of outflanking the American
position and surrounding them. The force was under the command of
Major General Howe, under whom was Brigadier General Piggott.

Upon seeing the strength of the American position, General Howe
halted, and sent back for further re-enforcements. The Americans
improved the time thus given them by forming a breastwork in front of
an old ditch. Here there was a post-and-rail fence. They ran up
another by the side of this and filled the space between the two with
the new-mown hay, which, cut only the day before, lay thickly over
the meadows.

[Illustration: Plan of the Action at Bunkers Hill, on the 17th of
June 1775.]

Two battalions were sent across to re-enforce Howe, while large
re-enforcements, with six guns, arrived to the assistance of
Prescott. The English had now a force consisting, according to
different authorities, of between 2000 and 2500 men. The colonial
force is also variously estimated, and had the advantage both in
position and in the protection of their intrenchments, while the
British had to march across open ground. As individual shots the
colonists were immensely superior, but the British had the advantages
given by drill and discipline.

The English lines advanced in good order, steadily and slowly, the
artillery covering them by their fire. Presently the troops opened
fire, but the distance was too great and they did but little
execution. Encumbered with their knapsacks they ascended the steep
hill toward the redoubt with difficulty, covered, as it was, by grass
reaching to the knees. The colonists did not fire a shot until the
English line had reached a point about one hundred and fifty yards
from the intrenchments. Then Prescott gave the order, and from the
redoubt and the long line of intrenchments flanking it flashed a line
of fire. Each man had taken a steady aim with his rifle resting on
the earthwork before him, and so deadly was the fire that nearly the
whole front line of the British fell. For ten minutes the rest stood
with dogged courage, firing at the hidden foe, but these, sheltered
while they loaded and only exposing themselves momentarily while they
raised their heads above the parapets to fire, did such deadly
execution that the remnant of the British fell back to the foot of
the hill.

While this force, which was under the command of General Pigott, had
been engaged, another division under Howe himself moved against the
rail fence. The combat was a repetition of that which had taken place
on the hill. Here the Americans reserved their fire until the enemy
were close; then, with their muskets resting on the rails, they
poured in a deadly fire, and, after in vain trying to stand their
ground, the troops fell back to the shore.

Captain Wilson was standing with Harold on Copp's Hill watching the
engagement.

"What beautiful order they go in!" Harold said, looking admiringly at
the long lines of red-coated soldiers.

"It is very pretty," Captain Wilson said sadly, "and may do in
regular warfare; but I tell you, Harold, that sort of thing won't do
here. There is scarce a man carrying a gun behind those intrenchments
who cannot with certainty hit a bull's-eye at one hundred and fifty
yards. It is simply murder, taking the men up in regular order
against such a foe sheltered by earthworks."

At this moment the long line of fire darted out from the American
intrenchments.

"Look there!" Captain Wilson cried in a pained voice. "The front line
is nearly swept away! Do you see them lying almost in an unbroken
line on the hillside? I tell you, Harold, it is hopeless to look for
success if we fight in this way. The bravest men in the world could
not stand such a fire as that."

"What will be done now?" Harold asked as the men stood huddled upon
the shore.

"They will try again," Captain Wilson said. "Look at the officers
running about among them and getting them into order."

In a quarter of an hour the British again advanced both toward the
redoubt and the grass fence. As before the Americans withheld their
fire, and this time until the troops were far closer than before, and
the result was even more disastrous. Some of the grenadier and light
infantry companies who led lost three-fourths, others nine-tenths of
their men. Again the British troops recoiled from that terrible fire.
General Howe and his officers exerted themselves to the utmost to
restore order when the troops again reached the shore, and the men
gallantly replied to their exhortations. Almost impossible as the
task appeared, they prepared to undertake it for the third time. This
time a small force only was directed to move against the grass fence,
while the main body, under Howe, were to attack the redoubt on the
hill.

Knapsacks were taken off and thrown down, and each man nerved himself
to conquer or die. The ships in the harbor prepared the way by
opening a heavy cannonade. General Clinton, who was watching the
battle from Copp's Hill, ran down to the shore, rowed across the
harbor, and put himself at the head of two battalions. Then, with
loud cheers, the troops again sprang up the ascent. The American
ammunition was running short, many of the men not having more than
three or four rounds left, and this time they held their fire until
the British troops were within twenty yards. These had not fired a
shot, the order being that there was to be no pause, but that the
redoubt was to be carried with the bayonet. For a moment they wavered
when the deadly volley was poured in upon them. Then, with a cheer,
they rushed at the intrenchments. All those who first mounted were
shot down by the defenders, but the troops would not be denied, and,
pouring over the earthworks leaped down upon the enemy.

For a few minutes there was a hand-to-hand fight, the Americans using
the butt-ends of their muskets, the English their bayonets. The
soldiers were exhausted with the climb up the hill and their exertions
under a blazing sun, and the great majority of the defenders of the
redoubt were, therefore, enabled to retreat unharmed, as, fresh and
active, they were able to outrun their tired opponents, and as the
balls served out to the English field-pieces were too large, the
artillery were unable to come into action.

The colonists at the rail fence maintained their position against the
small force sent against them till the main body at the redoubt had
made their escape. The British were unable to continue the pursuit
beyond the isthmus.

In the whole history of the British army there is no record of a more
gallant feat than the capture of Bunker's Hill, and few troops in the
world would, after two bloody repulses, have moved up the third time
to assail such a position, defended by men so trained to the use of
the rifle. Ten hundred and fifty-four men, or nearly half their
number, were killed and wounded, among whom were 83 officers. In few
battles ever fought was the proportion of casualties to the number
engaged so great. The Americans fought bravely, but the extraordinary
praise bestowed upon them for their valor appears misplaced. Their
position was one of great strength, and the absence of drill was of
no consequence whatever in such an engagement. They were perfectly
sheltered from the enemy's fire while engaged in calmly shooting him
down, and their loss, up to the moment when the British rushed among
them, was altogether insignificant. Their casualties took place after
the position was stormed and on their retreat along the peninsula,
and amounted in all to 145 killed and captured and 304 wounded. It
may be said that both sides fought well; but, from the circumstances
under which they fought, the highest credit is due to the victors.

The battle, however, though won by the English, was a moral triumph
for the Americans, and the British Parliament should at once have
given up the contest. It was, from the first, absolutely certain that
the Americans, with their immense superiority in numbers, could, if
they were only willing to fight, hold their vast country against the
British troops, fighting with a base thousands of miles away. The
battle of Bunker's Hill showed that they were so willing--that they
could fight sternly and bravely: and this point once established, it
was little short of madness for the English government to continue
the contest. They had not even the excuse of desiring to wipe out the
dishonor of a defeat. Their soldiers had won a brilliant victory and
had fought with a determination and valor never exceeded, and England
could have afforded to say, "We will fight no more. If you, the
inhabitants of a vast continent, are determined to go alone, are
ready to give your lives rather than remain in connection with us, go
and prosper. We acknowledge we cannot subdue a nation in arms."

From the height of Copp's Hill it could be seen that the British had
suffered terribly. Captain Wilson was full of enthusiasm when he saw
the success of the last gallant charge of the English soldiers, but
he said to Harold:

"It is a disastrous victory. A few such battles as these and the
English army in America would cease to exist."

But although they were aware that the losses were heavy they were not
prepared for the truth. The long grass had hidden from view many of
those who fell, and when it was known that nearly half of those
engaged were killed or wounded the feeling among the English was akin
to consternation.

The generalship of the British was wholly unworthy of the valor of
the troops. There would have been no difficulty in placing some of
the vessels of light draught so far up the Mystic as to outflank the
intrenchments held by the colonists. Indeed, the British troops might
have been landed further up the Mystic, in which case the Americans
must have retreated instantly to avoid capture. Lastly, the troops,
although fighting within a mile of their quarters, were encumbered
with three days' provisions and their knapsacks, constituting, with
their muskets and ammunition, a load of 125 pounds. This was, indeed,
heavily handicapping men who had, under a blazing sun, to climb a
steep hill, with grass reaching to their knees, and intersected by
walls and fences.

American writers describe the defenders of the position as inferior
in numbers to the assailants, but it is due to the English to say
that their estimate of the number of the defenders of the
intrenchments differs very widely from this. General Gage estimated
them as being fully three times as numerous as the British troops. It
is probable that the truth lies between the two accounts.

Captain Wilson returned with Harold, greatly dispirited, to his
house.

"The lookout is dreadfully bad," he said to his wife, after
describing the events of the day. "So far as I can see there are but
two alternatives--either peace or a long and destructive war with
failure at its end. It is even more hopeless trying to conquer a vast
country like this, defended by irregulars, than if we had a trained
and disciplined army to deal with. In that case two or three signal
victories might bring the war to a conclusion; but fighting with
irregulars, a victory means nothing beyond so many of the enemy
killed. There are scarcely any cannon to take, no stores or magazines
to capture. When the enemy is beaten he disperses, moves off, and in
a couple of days gathers again in a fresh position. The work has no
end. There are no fortresses to take, no strategical positions to
occupy, no great roads to cut. The enemy can march anywhere, attack
and disperse as he chooses, scatter, and re-form when you have passed
by. It is like fighting the wind."

"Well, John, since it seems so hopeless, cannot you give it up? Is it
too late?"

"Altogether too late, Mary, and if I were free tomorrow I would
volunteer my services again next day. It is not any the less my duty
to fight in my country's cause because I believe the cause to be a
losing one. You must see that yourself, dear. If England had been
sure to win without my aid, I might have stood aloof. It is because
everyone's help is needed that such services as I can render are due
to her. A country would be in a bad way whose sons were only ready to
fight when their success was a certainty."

The Congress determined now to detach Canada from the English side
and prepared a force for the invasion of that colony, where the
British had but few regular troops.

Captain Wilson was one morning summoned to headquarters. On his
return he called together four or five of the men best acquainted
with the country. These had been in their early days hunters or
border scouts, and knew every foot of the forest and lakes.

"I have just seen the general," Captain Wilson said. "A royalist
brought in news last night that the rebels are raising a force
intended to act against Montreal. They reckon upon being joined by a
considerable portion of the Canadians, among whom there is,
unfortunately, a good deal of discontent. We have but two regiments
in the whole colony. One of these is at Quebec. The rebels,
therefore, will get the advantage of surprise, and may raise the
colony before we are in a condition to resist. General Howe asked me
to take my company through the woods straight to Montreal. We should
be landed a few miles up the coast at night. I suppose some of you
know the country well enough to be able to guide us."

Several of the men expressed their ability to act as guides.

"I've fought the Injuns through them woods over and over again," said
one of them, a sinewy, weather-beaten man of some sixty years old,
who was known as Peter Lambton. He had for many years been a scout
attached to the army and was one of the most experienced hunters on
the frontier. He was a tall, angular man, except that he stooped
slightly, the result of a habit of walking with the head bent forward
in the attitude of listening. The years which had passed over him had
had no effect upon his figure. He walked with a long, noiseless
tread, like that of an Indian, and was one of the men attached to his
company in whom, wisely, Captain Wilson had made no attempt to
instill the very rudiments of drill. It was, the captain thought,
well that the younger men should have such a knowledge of drill as
would enable them to perform simple maneuvers, but the old hunters
would fight in their own way--a way infinitely better adapted for
forest warfare than any that he could teach them. Peter and some of
his companions were in receipt of small pensions, which had been
bestowed upon them for their services with the troops. Men of this
kind were not likely to take any lively interest in the squabbles as
to questions of taxation, but when they found that it was coming to
fighting they again offered their services to the government as a
matter of course. Some were attached to the regular troops as scouts,
while others were divided among the newly raised companies of
loyalists.

Peter Lambton had for the last four years been settled at Concord.
During the war with the French he had served as a scout with the
regiment to which Captain Wilson belonged, and had saved that
officer's life when with a portion of his company, he was surrounded
and cut off by hostile Indians. A strong feeling of friendship had
sprung up between them, and when, four years before, there had been a
lull in the English fighting on the frontier, Peter had retired on
his pension and the savings which he had made during his many years'
work as a hunter, and had located himself in a cottage on Captain
Wilson's estate. It was the many tales told him by the hunter of his
experiences in Indian warfare that had fired Harold with a desire for
the life of a frontier hunter, and had given him such a knowledge of
forest life as had enabled him to throw off the Indians from his
trail. On Harold's return the old hunter had listened with extreme
interest to the story of his adventures and had taken great pride in
the manner in which he had utilized his teachings. Peter made his
appearance in the city three days after the arrival of Captain Wilson
there.

"I look upon this here affair as a favorable occurrence for Harold,"
he said to Captain Wilson. "The boy has lots of spirits, but if it
had not been for this he might have grown up a regular town
greenhorn, fit for nothing but to walk about in a long coat and to
talk pleasant to women; but this 'll jest be the making of him. With
your permission, cap, I'll take him under my charge and teach him to
use his eyes and his ears, and I reckon he'll turn out as good an
Injun fighter as you'll see on the frontier."

"But it is not Indians that we are going to fight Peter," Captain
Wilson said. "I heartily wish it was."

"It 'll be the same thing," Peter said; "not here, in course; there
'll be battles between the regulars and the colonists, regular
battles like that at Quebec, where both parties was fools enough to
march about in the open and get shot down by hundreds. I don't call
that fighting; that's jest killing, and there aint no more sense in
it than in two herd of buffalo charging each other on the prairie.
But there 'll be plenty of real fighting--expeditions in the woods
and Injun skirmishes, for you'll be sure that the Injuns'll join in,
some on one side and some on the other; it aint in their nature to
sit still in their villages while powder's being burned. A few months
of this work will make a man of him, and he might have a worse
teacher than Peter Lambton. You jest hand him over to my care, cap,
and I'll teach him all I know of the ways of the woods, and I tell
yer there aint no better kind of edication for a young fellow. He
larns to use the senses God has given him, to keep his head when
another man would lose his presence of mind, to have the eye of a
hawk and the ear of a hound, to get so that he scarcely knows what it
is to be tired or hungry, to be able to live while other men would
starve, to read the signs of the woods like a printed book, and to be
in every way a man and not a tailor's figure."

"There is a great deal in what you say, old friend," Captain Wilson
answered, "and such a training cannot but do a man good. I wish with
all my heart that it had been entirely with red foes that the
fighting was to be done. However, that cannot be helped, and as he is
to fight he could not be in better hands than yours. So long as we
remain here I shall teach him what drill I can with the rest of the
company, but when we leave this town and the work really begins, I
shall put him in your charge to learn the duties of a scout."

The young negro Jake had also enlisted, for throughout the war the
negroes fought on both sides, according to the politics of their
masters. There were only two other negroes in the company, and
Captain Wilson had some hesitation in enlisting them, but they made
good soldiers. In the case of Jake, Captain Wilson knew that he was
influenced in his wish to join solely by his affection for Harold,
and the lad's father felt that in the moment of danger the negro
would be ready to lay down his life for him.

There was great satisfaction in the band when they received news that
they were at last about to take the field. The long inaction had been
most wearisome to them, and they knew that any fighting that would
take place round Boston would be done by the regular troops. Food,
too, was very scarce in town, and they were heartily weary of the
regular drill and discipline. They were, then, in high spirits as
they embarked on board the _Thetis_ sloop-of-war and sailed from
Boston harbor.

It was a pitiful parting between Mrs. Wilson and her husband and son.
It had been arranged that she should sail for England in a ship that
was leaving in the following week and should there stay with her
husband's family, from whom she had a warm invitation to make their
home her own until the war was over.

The _Thetis_ ran out to sea. As soon as night fell her bow was turned
to land again, and about midnight the anchor was let fall near the
shore some twenty miles north of Boston. The landing was quickly
effected, and with three days' provisions in their knapsacks the
little party started on their march.

One of the scouts who had come from that neighborhood led them by
paths which avoided all villages and farms. At daybreak they
bivouacked in a wood and at nightfall resumed the march. By the next
morning they had left the settlements behind, and entered a belt of
swamp and forest extending west to the St. Lawrence.




CHAPTER VI.


SCOUTING.

A party of six men were seated around a fire in the forest which
covered the slopes of the northern shore of Lake Champlain. The spot
had been chosen because a great tree had fallen, bringing down
several others in its course, and opening a vista through which a
view could be obtained of the surface of the lake. The party
consisted of Peter Lambton, Harold, Jake, Ephraim Potter, another old
frontiersman, and two Indians.

The company under Captain Wilson had made its way safely to the St.
Lawrence after undergoing considerable hardships in the forest. They
had been obliged to depend entirely on what game they could shoot and
such fish as they could catch in the rivers whose course they
followed. They had, however, reached Montreal without loss, and there
they found that General Carleton had in all about 500 regulars and
about 200 volunteers who had recently been engaged.

It was clear that if the people of Canada were as hostile to the
connection with England as were those of the other colonies, the
little force at the disposal of the English general could do nothing
to defend the colony against the strong force which the Americans
were collecting for its invasion. Fortunately this was not the case.
Although the Canadians were of French descent and the province had
been wrested by arms from France, they for the most part preferred
being under English rule to joining the insurgent colonies. They had
been in no way oppressed by England, their property had been
respected, and above all things no attempt had ever been made to
interfere with their religion. In the New England provinces the hard
Puritan spirit of the early fathers had never ceased to prevail.
Those who had fled from England to obtain freedom of worship had been
intolerant persecutors of all religion different from their own. The
consequence was that the priests of Canada were wholly opposed to any
idea of union with the insurgent colonists. Their influence over the
people was great, and although these still objected to the English
rule and would have readily taken up arms against it under other
circumstances, they had too little sympathy with the New Englanders
to join in their movement, which, if successful, would have placed
Canada under the rule of the United States instead of that of
England.

The upper classes of Canadians were almost to a man loyal to the
English connection. They had been well treated and enjoyed a greater
state of independence than had been the case under French rule.
Moreover, they were for the most part descended from old French
families, and their sympathies were entirely opposed to popular
insurrection. Thus, when Captain Wilson and his party reached
Montreal, they found that, in spite of the paucity of English troops
under the command of General Carleton, the position was not so bad as
had been feared by General Gage. It was possible, and indeed
probable, that Upper Canada might fall into the hands of the
Americans, and that even Quebec itself might be captured; but unless
the people joined the Americans the success of the latter would be
but temporary. With the spring the navigation of the river would be
open and re-enforcements would arrive from England. The invaders
would then be at a disadvantage. Separated from home by a wide tract
of forest-covered country, they would have the greatest difficulty in
transporting artillery, ammunition, and stores, and, fighting as an
army in invasion, they would be placed in a very different position
to that occupied by the colonists fighting on their own ground. It
was probable that for a time the tide of invasion would succeed.

The Indians of the Five Nations, as those dwelling near the British
frontier at this point were called, had volunteered their services to
the general to cross the frontier to recapture Ticonderoga and Crown
Point, which had been seized by the Americans, and to carry the war
into the colonies. But General Carleton, an exceedingly humane and
kind-hearted man, shrank from the horrors that such a warfare would
entail upon the colonists. He accepted the services of the Indians as
far as the absolute defense of Canada from invasion, but refused to
allow them to cross the frontier.

On the arrival of Captain Wilson with his little force he was ordered
to march at once to the fort of St. John's, which was held by a party
of regular troops.

On arriving at that place the two scouts had been sent down toward
Lake Champlain to watch the proceedings of the enemy. Harold had
obtained leave from his father to accompany the scouts, and Jake had
been permitted to form one of the party. Peter Lambton had grumbled a
little at this last addition to the number. He knew Jake's affection
for his young master, and the great strength of the negro would have
rendered him useful in a hand-to-hand fight, but he was altogether
unaccustomed to forest work, and his habit of bursting into fits of
laughter on the smallest provocation, as is the manner of his race,
enraged the scout to the last degree. Indeed, he had not left the
fort above an hour when he turned savagely on the negro.

"Look-ee here," he said, "if that's the way ye're a-going on, the
sooner ye turns yer face and tramps back to the fort the better. When
you were at Concord it done no harm to make as much noise as a
jackass braying whenever you opened that mouth of yours, but it won't
do in the forests. It would cost us our har and your wool ef yer were
to make that noise with the enemy anywhere within fifteen miles of
yer. I aint a-going, if I knows it, to risk my sculp on such a
venture as this; still less I aint a-going to see this young chap's
life thrown away. His father hez put him in my charge, and I aint
a-going to see him sacrificed in no such way. So ye've got to make up
yer mind; yer have got to keep that mouth of yours shut tight or
yer've got to tramp back to the fort."

Jake gave many promises of silence, and although at first he often
raised his voice to a point far exceeding that considered by the
hunters safe in the woods, he was each time checked by such a savage
growl on the part of Peter, or by a punch in the ribs from Harold,
that he quickly fell into the ways of the others and never spoke
above a loud whisper.

At a short distance from the fort they were joined by the two
Indians, who were also out on a scouting expedition on their own
account. They had previously been well known both to Peter and
Ephraim. They were warriors of the Seneca tribe, one of the Five
Nations. They had now been for two days on the north shore of Lake
Champlain. They were sitting round a fire eating a portion of a deer
which had been shot by Harold that morning. So far they had seen
nothing of the enemy. They knew that 3000 men, under Schuyler and
Montgomery, had marched to the other end of the lake. The colonists
had been sending proclamations across the frontier to the
inhabitants, saying that they were coming as friends to free them
from the yoke of England and calling upon them to arise and strike
for freedom. They were also in negotiation with some of the chiefs of
the Five Nations and with other Indian tribes to induce them to join
with them.

"I propose," Peter said when the meal was finished and he had lighted
his pipe, "to go down the lake and see what they're doing. Deer Tail
here tells me that he knows where there's a canoe. He, Harold, and me
will go and reconnoiter a bit; the other three had best wait here
till we comes back with news. In course, chief," he continued to the
other Indian, after explaining to him in his own language what he
intended to do, "you'll be guided by circumstances--you can see a
long way down the lake, and ef anything should lead you to think that
we're in trouble, you can take such steps as may seem best to you.
It's mighty little I should think of the crowd of colonists; but ef,
as you say, a number of the warriors of the Five Nations, indignant
at the rejection, of their offers by the English general, have gone
down and joined the colonists, it'll be a different affair
altogether."

The Elk, as the second Seneca chief was called, nodded his assent. In
a few words Peter told Harold what had been arranged. Jake looked
downcast when he heard that he was not to accompany his master, but
as he saw the latter had, since leaving the fort, obeyed without
questioning every suggestion of the scout, he offered no
remonstrance.

A quarter of an hour later Peter rose, Deer Tail followed his
example, and Harold at once took up his rifle and fell in in their
steps. There was but little talk in the woods, and the matter having
been settled, it did not enter the mind either of Peter or of the
Indian to say a word of adieu to their comrades. Harold imitated
their example, but gave a nod and a smile to Jake as he started.

Half an hour's tramp took them to the shore of the lake. Here they
halted for a minute while the Indian closely examined the locality.
With the wonderful power of making their way straight through the
forest to the required spot, which seems to be almost an instinct
among Indians, Deer Tail had struck the lake within two hundred yards
of the point which he aimed at. He led the way along the shore until
he came to a spot where a great maple had fallen into the lake; here
he turned into the forest again, and in fifty yards came to a clump
of bushes; these he pushed aside and pointed to a canoe which was
lying hidden among them. Peter joined him, the two lifted the boat
out, placed it on their shoulders, and carried it to the lake. There
were three paddles in it. Peter motioned Harold to take his place in
the stern and steer, while he and the Indian knelt forward and put
their paddles in the water.

"Keep her along on the right shore of the lake, about fifty yards
from the trees. There's no fear of anyone lurking about near this
end."

The canoe was light and well made, and darted quickly over the water
under the strokes of the two paddlers. It was late in the afternoon
when they started, and before they had gone many miles darkness had
fallen. The canoe was run in close to shore, where she lay in the
shadow of the trees until morning. Just as the sun rose the redskin
and Peter simultaneously dipped their paddles in the water and sent
the canoe under the arches of the trees. They had at the same instant
caught sight of four canoes making their way along the lake.

"Them's Injuns," Peter whispered. "They're scouting to see if the
lake's free. If the general could have got a couple of gunboats up
the Sorrel the enemy could never have crossed the lake, and it would
have given them a month's work to take their guns round it. It's
lucky we were well under the trees or we should have been seen. What
had we best do, Deer Tail?"

For two or three minutes the scouts conversed together in the Indian
tongue.

"The Seneca agrees with me," Peter said. "It's like enough there are
Injuns scouting along both shores. We must lay up here till
nightfall. Ef we're seen they'd signal by smoke, and we should have
them canoes back again in no time. By their coming I expect the
expedition is starting, but it won't do to go back without being sure
of it."

The canoe was paddled to a spot where the bushes grew thickly by the
bank. It was pushed among these, and the three, after eating some
cooked deer's flesh which they had brought with them, prepared to
pass the day.

"The Seneca and I'll keep watch by turns," the scout said. "We'll
wake you if we want ye."

Harold was by this time sufficiently accustomed to the ways of the
woods to obey orders at once without offering to take his turn at
watching, as his inclination led him to do, and he was soon sound
asleep. It was late in the afternoon when he was awoke by the scout
touching him.

"There's some critters coming along the bank," he said in a whisper.
"They aint likely to see us, but it's best to be ready."

Harold sat up in the canoe, rifle in hand, and, listening intently,
heard a slight sound such as would be produced by the snapping of a
twig. Presently he heard upon the other side of the bushes, a few
yards distant, a few low words in the Indian tongue. He looked at his
companions. They were sitting immovable, each with his rifle directed
toward the sound, and Harold thought it would fare badly with any of
the passers if they happened to take a fancy to peer through the
bushes. The Indians had, however, no reason for supposing that there
were any enemies upon the lake, and they consequently passed on
without examining more closely the thicket by the shore. Not until it
was perfectly dark did Peter give the sign for the continuance of the
journey. This time, instead of skirting the lake, the canoe was
steered out toward its center. For some time they paddled, and then
several lights were seen from ahead.

"I thought so," the scout said. "They've crossed to the Isle La Motte
and they're making as many fires as if they war having a sort of
picnic at home. We must wait till they burns out, for we daren't go
near the place with the water lit up for two or three hundred yards
round. It won't be long, for I reckon it must be past eleven o'clock
now."

The fires were soon seen to burn down. The paddles were dipped in the
water and the canoe approached the island.

"I'd give something," Peter said, "to know whether there's any
redskins there. Ef there are, our chance of landing without being
seen aint worth talking of; ef there aint we might land a hull fleet;
at any rate we must risk it. Now, Harold, the chief and me'll land
and find out how many men there are here, and, ef we can, how long
they're likely to stop. You keep the canoe about ten yards from
shore, in the shadow of the trees, and be ready to move close the
instant you hear my call. I'll jest give the croak of a frog. The
instant we get in you paddle off without a word. Ef ye hears any
shouts and judges as how we've been seen, ye must jest act upon the
best of yer judgment."

The boat glided noiselessly up to the shore. All was still there, the
encampment being at the other side of the island. The two scouts, red
and white, stepped noiselessly on to the land. Harold backed the
canoe a few paces with a quick stroke upon the paddle, and seeing
close to him a spot where a long branch of a tree dipped into the
water, he guided the canoe among the foliage and there sat without
movement, listening almost breathlessly.

Ere many minutes had elapsed he heard footsteps coming along the
shore. They stopped when near him. Three or four minutes passed
without the slightest sound, and then a voice said, in tones which
the speaker had evidently tried to lower, but which were distinctly
audible in the canoe:

"I tell yer, redskin, it seems to me as how you've brought us here on
a fool's errand. I don't see no signs of a canoe, and it aint likely
that the British would be along the lake here, seeing as how there's
a score of canoes with your people in them scouting ahead."

"I heard canoe," another voice said, "first at other end of the
island and then coming along here."

"And ef yer did," the first speaker said, "likely enough it was one
of the canoes of your people."

"No," the Indian answered. "If canoe come back with news, would have
come straight to fires."

"Well, it aint here, anyway," the first speaker said, "and I don't
believe yer ever heard a canoe at all. It's enough to make a man
swear to be called up jest as we were making ourselves comfortable
for the night on account of an Injun's fancies. I wonder at the
general's listening to them. However, we've got our orders to go
round the island and see ef there's any canoe on either shore; so
we'd better be moving, else we shall not get to sleep before
morning."

Harold held his breath as the group passed opposite to him.
Fortunately the trunk of the tree grew from the very edge of the
water, and there were several bushes growing round it, so that at
this point the men had to make a slight _détour_ inland. Harold felt
thankful indeed that he had taken the precaution of laying his canoe
among the thick foliage, for although the night was dark it would
have been instantly seen had it been lying on the surface of the
lake. Even as it was, a close inspection might have detected it, but
the eyes of the party were fixed on the shore, as it was there, if at
all, that they expected to find an empty canoe lying.

Harold was uneasy at the discovery that there were still some
redskins on the island. It was possible, of course, that the one he
had heard might be alone as a scout, but it was more likely that
others of the tribe were also there.

After landing, Peter and the Seneca made their way across the island
to the side facing the American shore. Creeping cautiously along,
they found a large number of flat-bottomed boats, in which the
Americans had crossed from the mainland, and which were, Peter
thought, capable of carrying 2000 men. They now made their way toward
the spot where the forces were encamped. The fires had burned low,
but round a few of them men were still sitting and talking. Motioning
to the Seneca to remain quiet, Peter sauntered cautiously out on to
the clearing where the camp was formed. He had little fear of
detection, for he wore no uniform, and his hunter's dress afforded no
index to the party to which he was attached.

A great portion of the Americans were still in their ordinary attire,
it having been impossible to furnish uniforms for so great a number
of men as had been suddenly called to arms throughout the colonies.

From the arbors of boughs which had been erected in all directions,
he judged that the force had been already some days upon the island.
But large numbers of men were sleeping in the open air, and picking
his way cautiously among them, he threw himself down at a short
distance from one of the fires by which three or four men were
sitting.

For some time they talked of camp matters, the shortness of food, and
want of provisions.

"It is bad here," one said presently; "it will be worse when we move
forward. Schuyler will be here tomorrow with the rest of the army,
and we are to move down to Isle-aux-Noix, at the end of the lake, and
I suppose we shall land at once and march against St. John's. There
are only a couple of hundred Britishers there, and we shall make
short work of them."

"The sooner the better, I say," another speaker remarked. "I am ready
enough to fight, but I hate all this waiting about. I want to get
back to my farm again."

"You are in a hurry, you are," the other said. "You don't suppose we
are going to take Canada in a week's time, do you. Even if the
Canadians join us, and by what I hear that aint so sartin after all,
we shall have to march down to Quebec, and that's no child's play. I
know the country there. It is now September 4. Another month and the
winter will be upon us, and a Canadian winter is no joke, I can tell
you."

"The more reason for not wasting any more time," the other one
grumbled. "If Montgomery had his way we should go at them quickly
enough, but Schuyler is always delaying. He has kept us waiting now
since the 17th of last month. We might have been halfway to Quebec by
this time."

"Yes," the other said, "if the Britishers had run away as we came;
but we have got St. John's and Fort Chamblée to deal with, and they
may hold out some time. However, the sooner we begin the job the
sooner it will be over, and I am heartily glad that we move tomorrow."

Peter had now obtained the information he required, and rising to
his feet again, with a grumbling remark as to the hardness of the
ground, he sauntered away toward the spot where he had left the
Indian. Just as he did so a tall figure came out from an arbor close
by. A fire was burning just in front, and Peter saw that he was a
tall and handsome man of about forty years of age. He guessed at once
that he was in the presence of the colonial leader.

"You are, like myself," the newcomer said, "unable to sleep, I
suppose?"

"Yes, general," Peter answered. "I found I could not get off, and so
I thought I'd stretch my legs in the wood a bit. They're lying so
tarnal thick down there by the fires, one can't move without treading
on 'em."

"Which regiment do you belong to?"

"The Connecticut," Peter replied, for he knew by report that a
regiment from this province formed part of the expedition.

"As good men as any I have," the general said cordially. "Their only
fault is that they are in too great a hurry to attack the enemy."

"I agree with the rest, general," Peter said. "It's dull work wasting
our time here when we're wanted at home. I enlisted for six months,
and the sooner the time's up the better, say I."

"You have heard nothing moving?" the general asked. "One of the
Chippewas told me that he heard a canoe out in the lake. Ah! here he
is."

At that moment five or six men, headed by an Indian, issued from the
wood close by. It was too late for Peter to try to withdraw, but he
stepped aside a pace or two as the party approached.

"Well, have you found anything?" the general asked.

"No find," the Chippewa said shortly.

"I don't believe as there ever was a canoe there," the man who
followed him said. "It was jest a fancy of the Injun's."

"No fancy," the Indian asserted angrily. "Canoe there. No find."

"It might have been one of our own canoes," Montgomery said in a
conciliatory tone. "The Indians are seldom mistaken. Still, if no one
has landed it matters not either way."

"Only as we have had a tramp for nothing," the colonist said.
"However, there's time for a sleep yet. Hullo!" he exclaimed as his
eye fell on Peter Lambton. "What, Peter! Why, how did you get here?
Why, I thought as how----General," he exclaimed, sharply turning to
Montgomery, "this man lives close to me at Concord. He's a royalist,
he is, and went into Boston and joined the corps they got up there!"

"Seize him!" Montgomery shouted, but it was too late.

As the man had turned to speak to the general, Peter darted into the
wood. The Chippewa, without waiting to hear the statement of the
colonist, at once divined the state of things, and uttering his
war-whoop dashed after the fugitive. Two or three of the colonists
instantly followed, and a moment later three or four Indians who had
been lying on the ground leaped up and darted like phantoms into the
wood.

The general no sooner grasped the facts than he shouted an order for
pursuit, and a number of the men most accustomed to frontier work at
once followed the first party of pursuers. Others would have done the
same, but Montgomery shouted that no more should go, as they would
only be in the others' way, and there could not be more than two or
three spies on the island.

After the Chippewa's first war-cry there was silence for the space of
a minute in the forest. Then came a wild scream, mingled with another
Indian yell; a moment later the leading pursuers came upon the body
of the Chippewa. His skull had been cleft with a tomahawk and the
scalp was gone.

As they were clustered round the body two or three of the Indians ran
up. They raised the Indian wail as they saw their comrade and with
the rest took up the pursuit.

Peter and the Seneca were now far among the trees, and as their
pursuers had nothing to guide them, they reached the spot where they
had left the canoe unmolested.

On the signal being given, Harold instantly paddled to the shore. Not
a word was spoken until the canoe was well out in the lake.
Occasional shots were heard on shore as the pursuers fired at objects
which they thought were men. Presently a loud Indian cry rose from
the shore.

"They see us," Peter said. "We're out of shot and can take it easy."
The redskin said a few words. "You're right, chief. The chief says,"
he explained to Harold, "that as there are redskins on the island
they have probably some canoes. The moon's jest getting up beyond
that hill, and it'll be light enough to see us half across the lake.
It would not matter if the water was free; but what with Injuns
prowling along the shores and out on the lake, we shall have to use
our wits to save our har. Look!" he exclaimed two or three minutes
later as two columns of bright flame at a short distance from them
shot up at the end of the island. "They're Injun signals. As far as
they can be seen Injuns will know that there are enemies on the lake.
Now, paddle your hardest, Harold, and do you, chief, keep your eyes
and your ears open for sights and sounds."

Under the steady strokes of the three paddles the bark canoe sped
rapidly over the water. When the moon was fairly above the edge of
the hill they halted for a moment and looked back. The two columns of
fire still blazed brightly on the island, which was now three miles
astern, and two dark spots could be seen on the water about halfway
between them and it.

"You can paddle, my lads," Peter Lambton said to the distant foes,
"but you'll never ketch us. I wouldn't heed you if it weren't for the
other varmint ahead."

He stood up in the canoe and looked anxiously over the lake.

"It's all clear as far as I can see at present," he said.

"Can't we land, Peter, and make our way back on foot?"

"Bless you," Peter said, "there aint a native along the shore there
but has got his eye on this canoe. We might as well take her straight
back to the island as try to land. Better; for we should get a few
hours before they tried and shot us there, while the Injuns would not
give us a minute. No, we must just keep to the water; and now paddle
on again, but take it quietly. It's no odds to let them varmints
behind gain on us a little. You needn't think about them. When the
danger comes we shall want every ounce of our strength."

 For half an hour they paddled steadily on. The pursuing canoes were
now less than a mile behind them.

"I'd give a good deal," muttered the scout, "for a few black clouds
over the moon; we'd make for shore then and risk it. It will be
getting daylight before long. Ah!" he exclaimed, pausing suddenly as
the chief stopped rowing, "a canoe on each side is rowing out to cut
us off."

Harold was now paddling forward, while the scout had the place at the
stern. The former was surprised to feel the canoe shooting off from
its former course at right angles toward the shore; then, curving
still more round, they began to paddle back along the lake. The
canoes which had been pursuing them were nearly abreast of each
other. They had embarked from opposite sides of the island, but they
had been gradually drawing together, although still some distance
apart, when Peter turned his canoe. Seeing his maneuver, both turned
to head him off, but by so doing they occupied an entirely different
position in relation to each other, one canoe being nearly half a
mile nearer to them than the other.

"Take it easy," Peter said. "These varmints will cut us off and we've
got to fight, but we can cripple the one nearest to us before the
other comes up."

The boats were now darting over the water in a line which promised to
bring the leading canoe almost in collision with that of Peter. When
within two hundred yards of each other Peter ceased rowing.

"Now," he said, "Harold, see if you can pick one of them fellows off.
It's no easy matter, traveling at the pace they are. You fire first."

Harold took a steady aim and fired. A yell of derision told that he
had missed. The Indians stopped paddling. There was a flash and a
ball struck the canoe. At the same moment Peter fired.

"There's one down!" he exclaimed.

The Seneca fired, but without result; and the three unwounded Indians
in the canoe--for it had contained four men--replied with a volley.

Harold felt a burning sensation, as if a hot iron passed across his
arm.

"Hit, boy?" Peter asked anxiously as he gave a short exclamation.

"Nothing to speak of," Harold replied.

"The varmints are lying by, waiting for' the other canoe. Paddle
straight at 'em."

The Indians at once turned the boat and paddled to meet their
companions, who were fast approaching.

"Now," Peter exclaimed, "we've got 'em in a line--a steady aim this
time."

The three rifles spoke out; one of the Indians fell into the boat and
the paddle of another was struck from his grasp.

"Now," the scout shouted, "paddle away! We've got 'em all fairly
behind us."

Day broke just as they were again abreast of the island. One canoe
was following closely, two others were a mile and a half behind,
while the one with which they had been engaged had made for the
shore.

"What do you mean to do?" Harold asked Peter.

"I mean to run as close as I can round the end of the island, and
then make for the place where they must have embarked on the
mainland. They may have seen the signal fires there, but will not
know what has been going on. So now row your best. We must leave the
others as far behind as possible."

For the first time since they started the three paddlers exerted
themselves to the utmost. They had little fear that there were any
more canoes on the island, for, had there been, they would have
joined in the chase. It was only necessary to keep so far from the
end of the island as would take them out of reach of the fire.
Several shots were discharged as they passed, but these fell short as
the canoe shot along at its highest rate of speed, every stroke
taking it further from its nearest pursuer.

At the end of an hour's paddling this canoe was a mile and a half
behind. Its rowers had apparently somewhat abated their speed in
order to allow the other two boats to draw up to them, for the result
of the encounter between their comrades and the fugitives had not
been of a nature to encourage them to undertake a single-handed
contest with them.




CHAPTER VII.


IN THE FOREST.

"See, Peter!" Harold exclaimed; "there is a whole fleet of boats
ahead."

"I sees 'em," Peter said, "and have seed 'em for the last quarter of
an hour. It's Schuyler, with the rest of what they calls their army.
Steer a little out of the course; we must pass close by 'em. They
won't suspect nothing wrong and will suppose we are merely carrying a
message."

In half an hour they were abreast of the flotilla, consisting of
flatboats laden with troops. With them were two or three Indian
canoes. Peter steered so as to pass at a distance of a hundred and
fifty yards. They rowed less strongly now, but still vigorously.
There was a shout from the boat.

"All well on the island?"

"All well," Peter shouted back, waving his hand, and without further
word the canoe passed on. "There! do you hear that?" Peter exclaimed.
"They're firing shots from the canoes to call their attention. The
chances are they won't hear them, for the rattle of their oars and
the talking and the row they're making are enough to drown the sound
of a cannon. Now put it on again as hard as you can. Another hour
will take us to the landing place."

They could see, when the flotilla came up to the pursuing boats, that
the canoes which accompanied it turned their heads and joined in the
pursuit, but they were now near three miles ahead and there was no
chance whatever of their being overtaken. They slackened their speed
slightly as they approached the land, and rowed up to the landing
place without any signs of extraordinary haste. A few men were
loitering about.

"What's the news from the island?" one asked as they landed.

"All well there," Peter said.

"Did you see anything of Schuyler?"

"Yes, we met him about halfway across."

"What have you come for?"

"General Montgomery says that no spare flints have been sent over for
the firelocks."

"I'll swear that some went," one of the men exclaimed, "for I packed
a sack of them myself in one of the boats."

"I s'pose they have been mislaid," Peter said. "Perhaps some of the
stores have got heaped over 'em. Ef you are quite sartin, we have had
our journey for nothing."

"As sartin as life," the man replied. "I'll swear to the sackful of
flints; and tarnation heavy they was, too."

"Well, then, I need not trouble about it further," Peter said. "We'll
take a rest and paddle back in an hour or two. Was there any marks on
the sack, so as I may tell the general how to look for it?"

"Marks!" the man repeated. "Why, it had 'Flints' written on it in big
black letters six inches long. It must turn up, anyhow. They'll find
it when they come to shift the stores."

Then, accompanied by his two companions, Peter strolled quietly
through the little village. Stopping at a small store, he purchased
some flour and tea; then he followed the road inland and was soon out
of sight of the village; he stopped for a moment and then shook his
head.

"It's no use trying to hide our trail here," he said. "The road's an
inch thick in dust, and do what we will they'll be able to see where
we turn off. It's our legs as we have got to trust to for a bit.
We've got a good half hour's start of the canoes; they were a long
three miles behind when we struck the shore."

Leaving the road, he led the way with a long, swinging stride across
the cultivated land. Twenty minutes' walk took them into the forest,
which extended from the shore of the lake many miles inland.

"Take off your boots, Harold," he said as he entered the wood. "Them
heels will leave marks that a redskin could pick up at a run. Now
tread, as near as you can, in the exact spot where the Seneca has
trodden before you. He'll follow in my track, and you may be sure
that I'll choose the hardest bits of ground I can come across. There,
the varmints are on shore!"

As he spoke an angry yell rose from the distant village. At a long,
steady pace, which taxed to the utmost Harold's powers as a walker,
they kept their way through the woods, not pursuing a straight
course, but turning, winding, and zigzagging every few minutes.
Harold could not but feel impatient at what seemed to him such a loss
of time, especially when a yell from the edge of the wood told that
the Indians had traced them thus far--showed, too, that they were far
nearer than before. But, as Peter, afterward explained to him, all
this turning and winding made it necessary for the Indians to follow
every step, as they would an animal, to guess the direction they had
taken. The weather had been dry and the ground was hard; therefore
the most experienced trapper would be obliged to proceed very slowly
on the trail and would frequently be for a time at fault; whereas,
had they continued in a straight line, the Indians could have
followed at a run, contenting themselves with seeing the trail here
and there. They came across two or three little streams running down
toward the lake. These they followed, in some cases up, in others
down, for a considerable distance, leaving the bed where the bushes
grew thick and hid the marks of their feet as they stepped out from
the water. Harold would gladly have gone at a run, but Peter never
quickened his pace. He knew that the Indians could not pick up the
trail at a rate faster than that at which they were going, and that
great delay would be caused at each of the little streams, as it
would be uncertain whether they had passed up or down.

As the time passed the Indian yells, which had, when they first
entered the wood, sounded so alarmingly near, died away, and a
perfect stillness reigned in the forest. It was late in the afternoon
before Peter halted.

"We can rest now," he said. "It'll be hours before the critters can
be here. Now let us have some tea."

He began to look for some dried sticks. Harold offered to assist.

"You sit down," the scout said. "A nice sort of fire we should get
with sticks of your picking up! Why, we should have a smoke that
would bring all the Injuns in the woods on to us. No, the sticks as
the Seneca and me'll pick up won't give as much smoke as you can put
in a teacup; but I wouldn't risk even that if we was nigh the lake,
for it might be seen by any redskins out in a canoe. But we are miles
back from the lake, and there aint no other open space where they
could get a view over the tree-tops."

Harold watched the Indian and the scout collecting dry leaves and
sticks, and took particular notice, for future use, of the kinds
which they selected. A light was struck with a flint and steel, and
soon a bright blaze sprang up, without, so far as Harold could see,
the slightest smoke being given off. Then the hunter produced some
food from his wallet, and a tin pot. He had at the last spring they
passed filled a skin which hung on his shoulder with water, and this
was soon boiling over the fire. A handful of tea was thrown in and
the pot removed. Some flour, mixed with water, was placed on a small
iron plate, which was put on the red-hot ashes. A few cakes were
baked, and with these, the cold venison, and the tea an ample meal
was made.

After nearly an hour's halt they again proceeded on their way. A
consultation had taken place between Peter and the Seneca as to the
best course to be pursued. They could, without much difficulty or
risk, have continued the way through the woods beyond the lake, but
it was important that they should reach the other side by the evening
of the following day, to give warning of the intended attack by the
Americans. There were, they knew, other redskins in the woods besides
those on their trail, and the nearer they approached the shore the
greater the danger. They had determined that they would at all
hazards endeavor to obtain another canoe and cross the lake. Until
nightfall they continued their course, and then, knowing that their
trail could no longer be followed, they made down to the lake. They
were many miles distant from it, and Harold was completely worn out
when at last he saw a gleam of water through the trees. He was not
yet to rest. Entering the lake, they began wading through it at a few
feet from the edge.

After an hour's walking thus they entered the bushes, which thickly
covered the shore, and made their way through these until they came
to a spot sufficiently open for them to lie down; and Harold,
wrapping himself in the blanket which he carried over his shoulder,
was sound asleep in less than a minute. When he woke the sun was
shining brightly.

"Get up, youngster! We're in luck," the scout said. "Here's a canoe
with two of the varmints making toward the shore. By the way they're
going they'll land not far off."

The scout led the way, crawling on his hands and knees, to the
water's edge, to where the Seneca was sitting watching the canoe
through a cover of green leaves. The course that the boat was taking
would lead it to a point some three hundred yards from where they
were sitting.

"We shall have no difficulty in managing them," Harold said, and
grasped his rifle eagerly.

"Not too fast," Peter said. "The chances are that the varmints have
friends on shore. Like enough they have been out fishing."

The shore formed a slight sweep at this point, and the bushes in
which they were hidden occupied the point at one extremity. In the
center of the little bay there was a spot clear from bushes; to this
the canoe was directed. As it approached the shore two other Indians
appeared at the water's edge. One of them asked a question, and in
reply a paddler held up a large bunch of fish.

"Just as I thought. Like enough there are a dozen of them there,"
said Peter.

On reaching the shore the men sprang out, taking their fish with
them. The canoe was fastened by its head-rope to the bushes, and the
Indians moved a short distance inland.

"There is their smoke," Peter said, indicating a point some thirty
feet from the lake, but so slight was it that, even when it was
pointed out to him, Harold could hardly make out the light mist
rising from among the bushes. Presently he looked round for the
Seneca, but the Indian had disappeared.

"He's gone scouting," Peter said in answer to Harold's question. "Ef
there are only four of them it would be an easy job, but I expect
there's more of the red varmints there."

In ten minutes the Seneca returned as noiselessly as he had gone. He
opened his hand and all the fingers twice; the third time he showed
only three fingers.

"Thirteen," Peter said. "Too many of them even for a sudden
onslaught."

The Indian said a few words to Peter; the latter nodded, and Deer
Tail again quietly stole away.

"He's going to steal the boat," Peter said. "It's a risky job, for
where it lies it can be seen by 'em as they sit. Now, you and me must
be ready with our shooting irons to cover him, if need be. Ef he's
found out before he gets the boat he'll take to the woods and lead
them away from us; but ef he's fairly in the boat, then we must do
our best for him. Ef the wust comes to the wust, I reckon we can hold
these bushes agin 'em for some time; but in the end I don't disguise
from ye, youngster, they'll beat us."

Harold now sat intently watching the canoe. It seemed an age to him
before he saw a hand emerge from the bushes and take hold of the
head-rope. The motion given to the canoe was so slight as to be
almost imperceptible; it seemed as if it was only drifting gently
before the slight breeze which was creeping over the surface of the
lake. Half its length had disappeared from the open space, when an
Indian appeared by the edge of the water. He looked at the canoe,
looked over the lake, and withdrew again. The hand had disappeared in
the bushes on his approach. The movement of the canoe, slight as it
was, had caught his eye, but, satisfied that it was caused only by
the wind, he had returned to his fire again. The hand appeared again
through the bushes, and the canoe was drawn along until hidden from
the sight of those sitting by the fire. Again the watchful Indian
appeared, but the boat was lying quietly by the bushes at the full
length of its head-rope. He stooped down to see that this was
securely fastened and again retired. Harold held his breath,
expecting that every moment the presence of the Seneca would be
discovered. Scarcely had the Indian disappeared than the Seneca
crawled out from the bushes. With a sweep of his knife he cut the
rope of the canoe and noiselessly entered it, and as he did so gave a
shove with his foot, which sent it dancing along the shore toward the
spot where Harold and his companion were hidden. Then he seized the
paddle, and in half a dozen strokes brought it within reach of them.
Harold and Peter stepped into it; as they did so there was a sudden
shout. The Indian had again strolled down to look at the canoe, whose
movements, slight as they had been, had appeared suspicious to him.
He now, to his astonishment, saw it at the point with two white men
and an Indian on board. He had left his gun behind him and, uttering
his war-cry, bounded back for it.

"Round the p'int, quick!" Peter exclaimed. "They'll riddle us in the
open."

Two strokes took the canoe round the projecting point of bushes, and
she then darted along the shore, driven by the greatest efforts of
which the three paddlers were capable. Had the shore been open the
Indians would have gained upon them, but they were unable to force
their way through the thick bushes at anything like the rate at which
the canoe was flying over the water. The first start was upward of a
hundred yards, and this was increased by fifty before the Indians,
arriving at the point, opened fire. The distance was beyond anything
like an accurate range with Indian guns. Several bullets struck the
water round the canoe.

"Now steer out," Peter said as the firing suddenly ceased. "They're
making a _détour_ among the bushes, and 'll come down ahead of us if
we keep near the shore."

Two or three more shots were fired, but without effect, and the canoe
soon left the shore far behind.

"Now," Peter said, "I think we're safe. It's not likely they've
another canoe anywhere near on this side, as most of 'em would have
gone with the expedition. Ef the firing has been heard it will not
attract much attention, being on this side, and I see nothing in the
way of a boat out in the lake. Still, these redskins' eyes can see
'most any distance. Now, chief," he went on to the Indian in his
native language, "the young un and I'll lie down at the bottom of the
boat; do you paddle quietly and easily, as ef you were fishing. The
canoe with a single Indian in it will excite no suspicion, and even
ef you see other canoes, you had better keep on in that way unless
you see that any of 'em are intending to overhaul you."

The chief nodded assent. Peter and Harold stretched themselves at
full length in the canoe, and the Indian paddled quietly and steadily
on. For an hour not a word was spoken in the canoe. Harold several
times dozed off to sleep. At last the Seneca spoke:

"Many boats out on water--American army."

Harold was about to raise his head to look out when Peter exclaimed:
"Lie close, Harold! Ef a head were shown now it would be wuss than ef
we had sat up all the time. We know there are Injun canoes with the
flats, and they may be watching us now. We may be a long way off, but
there's no saying how far a redskin's eyes can carry. Can you see
where they are going to, chief?" he asked the Seneca. "Are they
heading for Isle-aux-Noix, as we heard 'em say they were going to
do?"

The Seneca nodded.

"Going to island."

"Then," Peter said, "the sooner we're across the lake the better."

The Seneca again spoke, and after a consultation with Peter laid in
his paddle.

"What is he doing now?" Harold asked.

"Our coarse lies pretty near the same way as theirs," Peter said.
"The island is but a short distance from the shore, near the mouth of
the Sorrel, so where we're going would take us right across their
line. We fooled them yesterday, but are not likely to do it again
to-day. So the chief has stopped paddling and makes as if he were
fishing. I doubt whether it will succeed, for he would hardly be
fishing so far out. But we'll soon see. It's better so than to turn
and paddle in any other direction, as that would be sure to excite
their suspicions."

The fleet of boats had already passed the spot where the canoe would
have crossed had she been going directly across the lake when she was
first seen, and was therefore now ahead of it. The great flotilla
kept on as if the canoe with its single occupant in its rear had not
excited suspicion. The Seneca, however, knew that sharp eyes must be
upon him. The manner in which the canoe had baffled pursuit the day
before must have inflicted a severe blow upon the pride of the
Indians, and although, having driven them off the lake, they could
have no reason for suspecting that their foes could have obtained a
fresh canoe, the Seneca knew that their vigilance would not sleep for
a moment. Therefore, although bending over the side of the canoe as
if watching his lines, his eyes were never off the boats.

"There are canoes making for the shore both ways," he said at last.
"It is time that my white brother should take the paddle."

Peter and Harold at once sat up in the boat and looked round the
lake, which at this point was about ten miles wide. The canoe was
four miles from the eastern side; the flotilla was a mile further up
the lake and the same distance nearer to the western shore. Four or
five canoes were detaching themselves from the flotilla, apparently
rowing direct for the shore. It would have been easy for the canoe to
have regained the eastern side long before she could have been cut
off, but here they might find the Chippewas. The Indians whose boat
they had taken would assuredly follow along the shores of the lake in
hopes that something might occur to drive them back. Besides, had
they landed there, they would be unable to carry in time the news of
the approaching attack upon St. John's. For the same reason it was
important to land up the lake near the Canadian end.

Peter rapidly took in the situation. He saw that it was possible, and
only just possible, to reach the shore at a point opposite to that at
which they now were before the hostile canoes could cut them off from
it. If they headed them there they would be obliged to run down to
the other end of the lake before effecting a landing, while he could
not calculate on being able to beat all the canoes, most of which
carried four paddlers, who would strain every nerve to retrieve their
failure of the previous day.

Not a word was spoken as the boat darted through the water. Harold,
unaccustomed to judge distances, could form no idea whether the
distant canoes would or would not intercept them. At present both
seemed to him to be running toward the shore on nearly parallel
courses, and the shorter distance that the Indians would have to row
seemed to place them far ahead. The courses, however, were not
parallel, as the Indians were gradually turning their canoes to
intercept the course of that which they were pursuing. As the minutes
went by and the boats converged more and more toward the same point,
Harold saw how close the race would be. After twenty minutes' hard
paddling the boats were within a quarter of a mile of each other, and
the courses which they were respectively taking seemed likely to
bring them together at about a quarter of a mile from the shore.
There were three Indian canoes, and these kept well together. So
close did the race appear that Harold expected every moment to see
Peter sweep the head of the canoe round and make a stern chase of it
by running down the lake. This Peter had no intention of doing. The
canoes, he saw, traveled as fast as his own and could each spare a
man to fire occasionally, while he and his companions would be
obliged to continue paddling. Better accustomed to judge distances
than Harold, he was sure, at the speed at which they were going, he
would be able to pass somewhat ahead of his foes.

"Row all you know, Harold," he said. "Now, chief, send her along."

Harold had been rowing to the utmost of his strength, but he felt by
the way the canoe quivered at every stroke that his companions were
only now putting out their extreme strength. The boat seemed to fly
through the water, and he began to think for the first time that the
canoe would pass ahead of their pursuers. The latter were clearly
also conscious of the fact, for they now turned their boats' heads
more toward the shore, so that the spot where the lines would meet
would be close to the shore itself. The canoes were now within two
hundred yards of each other. The Indians were nearer to the shore,
but the oblique line that they were following would give them about
an equal distance to row to the point for which both were making.
Harold could not see that there was the slightest difference in the
rate at which they were traveling. It seemed to him that the four
canoes would all arrive precisely at the same moment at the land,
which was now some five or six hundred yards distant.

Another two minutes' paddling, and when the canoes were but seventy
or eighty yards apart, Peter, with a sweep with his paddle, turned
the boat's head nearly half round and made obliquely for the shore,
so throwing his pursuers almost astern of him. The shore was but
three hundred yards distant; they were but fifty ahead of their
pursuers. The latter gave a loud yell at seeing the change in the
position in the chase. They had, of course, foreseen the possibility
of such a movement, but had been powerless to prevent it. But they
were prepared, for on the instant one man in each canoe dropped his
paddle and, standing up, fired. It is a difficult thing to take aim
when standing in a canoe dancing under the vigorous strokes of three
paddlers. It was the more difficult since the canoes were at the
moment sweeping round to follow the movement of the chase. The three
balls whistled closely round the canoe, but no one was hit.

The loss of three paddlers for even so short a time checked the pace
of the canoes. The Indians saw that they could not hope to overtake
their foes, whose canoe was now but a few lengths from shore. They
dropped their paddles, and each man seized his rifle. Another moment,
and the nine pieces would have poured their fire into the canoe about
fifty yards ahead of them, when from the bushes on the shore three
puffs of smoke shot out, and three of the Indians fell, one of them
upsetting his boat in his fall. A yell of surprise and dismay broke
from them, the guns were thrown down, the paddles grasped again, and
the heads of the canoes turned from the shore. The Indians in the
overturned boat did not wait to right it, but scrambled into the
other canoes, and both were soon paddling at the top of their speed
from the shore, not without further damage, for the guns in the
bushes again spoke out, and Peter and the Seneca added their fire the
instant they leaped from the boat to shore, and another of the
Indians was seen to fall. Harold was too breathless when he reached
the bank to be able to fire. He raised his gun, but his hands
trembled with the exertion that he had undergone, and the beating of
his heart and his short, panting breath rendered it impossible for
him to take a steady aim. A minute later Jake burst his way through
the bushes.

"Ah, Massa Harold!" he exclaimed. "Bress de Lord dat we was here!
What a fright you hab giben me, to be sure! We hab been watching you
for a long time. Ephraim and de redskin dey say dey saw little spot
far out on lake, behind all dose boats; den dey say other boats set
off in chase. For a long time Jake see nothing about dat, but at last
he see dem. Den we hurry along de shore, so as to get near de place
to where de boats row; ebery moment me tink dat dey catch you up.
Ephraim say no, bery close thing, but he tink you come along first,
but dat we must shoot when dey come close. We stand watch for some
time, den Ephraim say dat you no able to get to dat point. You hab to
turn along de shore, so we change our place and run along, and sure
'nough de boat's head turns, and you come along in front of us. Den
we all shoot, and the redskins dey tumble over."

"Well, Jake, it is fortunate indeed that you were on the spot, for
they could scarcely have missed all of us. Besides, even if we had
got to shore safely, they would have followed us, and the odds
against us would have been heavy."

"That ar war a close shave, Peter," Ephraim said; "an all-fired close
shave I call it."

"It war, Ephraim, and no mistake."

"Why didn't yer head down along the lake?"

"Because I got news that the colonists air going to attack St. John's
to-morrow, and I want to get to the fort in time to put 'em on their
guard. Besides, both sides of the lake are sure to be full of hostile
Injuns. Those canoes paddled as fast as we did, and in the long run
might have worn us out."

"Did you have a fight on the lake two nights ago? Me and the redskin
thought we heard firing."

"We had a skirmish with 'em," Peter said; "a pretty sharp shave it
war, too, but we managed to slip away from them. Altogether we've had
some mighty close work, I can tell yer, and I thought more than once
as we were going to be wiped out."

While they were speaking the men had already started at a steady pace
through the woods, away from the lake, having first drawn up the
canoe and carefully concealed it.

It was late at night when they reached Fort St. John. A message was
at once dispatched to a party of the Senecas who were at their
village, about sixteen miles away. They arrived in the morning and,
together with a portion of the garrison, moved out and took their
place in the wooded and marshy ground between the fort and the river.
Scouts were sent along the Sorrel, and these returned about one
o'clock, saying that a large number of boats were coming down the
lake from Isle-aux-Noix. It had been determined to allow the
colonists to land without resistance, as the commander of the fort
felt no doubt of his ability, with the assistance of his Indian
allies, to repulse their attack. Some twelve hundred men were landed,
and these at once began to advance toward the fort, lead by their two
generals, Schuyler and Montgomery. Scarcely had they entered the
swamp, when from every bush a fire was opened upon them. The invaders
were staggered, but pushed forward, in a weak and undecided way, as
far as a creek which intercepted their path. In vain General
Montgomery endeavored to encourage them to advance. They wavered and
soon began to fall back, and in an hour from the time of their
landing they were again gathered on the bank of the river. Here they
threw up a breastwork, and, as his numbers were greatly inferior, the
British officer in command thought it unadvisable to attack them.
After nightfall the colonists took to their boats and returned to
Isle-aux-Noix, their loss in this their first attempt at the invasion
of Canada being nine men.

A day or two later the Indians again attempted to induce General
Carleton to permit them to cross the frontier and carry the war into
the American settlements, and upon the general's renewed refusal they
left the camp in anger and remained from that time altogether aloof
from the contest.

St. John's was now left with only its own small garrison. Captain
Wilson was ordered to fall back with his company to Montreal, it
being considered that the garrison of St. John's was sufficient to
defend that place for a considerable time. As soon as the Indians had
marched away, having sent word to the colonists that they should take
no further part in the fight, Montgomery--who was now in command,
Schuyler having fallen sick--landed the whole of the force and
invested the fort. An American officer, Ethan Allen, had been sent
with a party to try to raise the colonists in rebellion in the
neighborhood of Chamblée. He had with him 30 Americans and was joined
by 80 Canadians. Dazzled by the success which had attended the
surprise of Ticonderoga, he thought to repeat the stroke by the
conquest of Montreal. He crossed the river in the night about three
miles below the city. Peter and some other scouts, who had been
watching his movements, crossed higher up and brought the news, and
36 men of the Twenty-sixth Regiment, Captain Wilson's company, and
200 or 300 loyal Canadians, the whole under the command of Major
Campbell, attacked Ethan Allen. He was speedily routed and, with 38
of his men, taken prisoner. The siege of St. John's made but little
progress. The, place was well provisioned, and the Americans encamped
in the low, swampy ground around it suffered much from ill health.
The men were mutinous and insolent, the officers incapable and
disobedient. So far the invasion of Canada, of which such great
things had been hoped by the Americans, appeared likely to turn out a
complete failure.




CHAPTER VIII.


QUEBEC.

General Carleton, seeing that Montgomery's whole force was retained
idle before St. John's, began to hope that the winter would come to
his assistance before the invaders had made any serious progress.
Unfortunately he had not reckoned on the utter incapacity of the officer
in command of Fort Chamblée. Major Stopford of the Seventh Regiment had
160 men and a few artillerymen, and the fort was strong and well
provided with provisions. American spies had found the inhabitants
around the place favorable to the Americans. Major Brown was sent down
by Montgomery with a small detachment, and, being joined by the
inhabitants, sat down before the fort. They had only two six-pounders,
and could have effected nothing had the fort been commanded by a man of
bravery and resources. Such was not the character of its commander, who,
after a siege of only a day and a half, surrendered the place with all
its stores, which were of inestimable value to the invaders, who were
upon the edge of giving up the siege of the fort; their ammunition being
entirely exhausted; but the six tons of gunpowder, the seventeen cannon,
mortars, and muskets which fell into their hands enabled them to carry
on the siege of St. John's with renewed vigor. There was no excuse
whatever for the conduct of Major Stopford in allowing these stores to
fall into the hands of the Americans; as, even had he not possessed the
courage to defend the fort, he might, before surrendering, have thrown
the whole of the ammunition into the river, upon which there was a safe
sally-port, where he could have carried on the operation entirely
unmolested by the enemy. The colors of the Seventh Regiment were
captured and sent to Congress as the first trophy of the war.

The siege of St. John's was now pushed on by Montgomery with vigor.
Colonel Maclean, with 800 Indians and Canadians, attempted to relieve
it, crossing the St. Lawrence in small boats. On nearing the other bank,
they were received by so heavy a fire by the Americans posted there that
they were obliged to retire without effecting a landing. Provisions and
ammunition were now running short in St. John's, there was no hope
whatever of relief from the outside, and the officer commanding was
therefore obliged to surrender on November 14, after a gallant defense.

As there were only some fifty or sixty regulars in Montreal, General
Carleton was unable to defend that town, and, upon the news of the fall
of St. John's, he at once retired to Quebec, and Montreal was occupied
by the Americans. In the meantime another expedition had been dispatched
by the Americans under Arnold. This officer, with 1500 men, had started
for Quebec from a point 130 miles north of Boston. Suffering enormous
fatigue and hardship, the force made its way up the river; past rapids,
cataracts, and through swamps they dragged and carried their boats and
stores. They followed the bed of the river up to its source, and then,
crossing the watershed, descended the Chaudière and Duloup rivers on to
the St. Lawrence, within a few miles of Quebec.

This was a wonderful march--one scarcely equaled in the annals of
military history. Crossing the St. Lawrence in canoes, Arnold encamped
with his little force upon the heights of Abraham. Such a daring
attempt could not have been undertaken had not the Americans been aware
of the extreme weakness of the garrison at Quebec, which consisted only
of 50 men of the Seventh Regiment, 240 of the Canadian militia, a
battalion of seamen from the ships-of-war, under the command of Captain
Hamilton of the _Lizard_, 250 strong, and the colonial volunteers,
under Colonel Maclean.

The fortifications were in a ruinous condition. It was fortunate that
Colonel Maclean, who had come from the Sorrel, upon the surrender of St.
John's, by forced marches, arrived on the very day on which Arnold
appeared before the city. Directly he arrived Arnold attacked the city
at the gate of St. Louis, but was sharply repulsed. He then desisted
from active operations and awaited the arrival of Montgomery, who was
marching down from Montreal. The flotilla in which Carleton was
descending the river was attacked by the Americans, who came down the
Sorrel, and was captured, with all the troops and military stores which
it was bringing down. General Carleton himself escaped in a small boat
under cover of night, and reached Quebec.

Captain Wilson's company had been attached to the command of Colonel
Maclean, and with it arrived in Quebec in safety.

Upon the arrival of Montgomery with his army the city was summoned to
surrender. A strong party in the town were favorable to the invaders,
but General Carleton treated the summons with contempt, and turned
all the inhabitants who refused to join in the defense of the city
outside the town.

The winter had now set in in earnest, and the difficulties of the
besiegers were great. Arnold's force had been much weakened by the
hardships that they had undergone, Montgomery's by desertions; the
batteries which they erected were overpowered by the fire of the
defenders, and the siege made no progress whatever. The men became
more and more disaffected and mutinous. Many of them had nearly served
the time for which they had enlisted, and Montgomery feared that they
would leave him when their engagement came to an end. He in vain
tempted the besieged to make a sally. Carleton was so certain that
success would come by waiting that he refused to allow himself to
hazard it by a sortie.

The weather was fighting for him, and the besiegers had before them only
the alternatives of taking the place by storm or abandoning the siege
altogether. They resolved upon a storm. It was to take place at daybreak
on December 31. Montgomery determined to make four attacks--two false
and two real ones. Colonel James Livingstone, with 200 Canadians, was to
appear before St. John's gate, and a party under Colonel Brown were to
feign a movement against the upper town, and from high ground there were
to send up rockets as the signal for the real attacks to commence--that
led by Montgomery from the south and that under Arnold from the
northwest--both against the lower town.

The false attacks were made too soon, the rockets being fired half an
hour before the main columns reached their place of attack. The British
were not deceived; but, judging these attacks to be feints, left but a
small party to oppose them and marched the bulk of their forces down
toward the lower town. Their assistance, however, came too late, for,
before they arrived, the fate of the attack was already decided. The
Americans advanced under circumstances of great difficulty. A furious
wind, with cutting hail, blew in their faces; the ground was slippery
and covered with snow.

Half an hour before the English supports arrived on the spot Montgomery,
with his leading company, reached the first barricade, which was
undefended; passing through this, they pressed on toward the next. The
road leading to it was only wide enough for five or six persons abreast.
On one side was the river, on the other a steep cliff; in front was a
log hut with loop-holes for musketry, and a battery of two
three-pounders. It was held by a party of 30 Canadians and 8 militiamen
under John Coffin, with 9 sailors under Bairnsfeather, the captain of
the transport, to work the guns. Montgomery, with 60 men, pushed on at a
run to carry the battery; but, when within fifty yards Bairnsfeather
discharged his pieces, which were loaded with grape-shot, with deadly
aim. Montgomery, his aid-de-camp Macpherson, Lieutenant Cheeseman, and
10 others fell dead at the first discharge, and with them the soul of
the expedition fled. The remaining officers endeavored to get the men to
advance, but none would do so, and they fell back without losing another
man. So completely cowed were they that they would not even carry off
the bodies of their general and his companions. These were brought into
Quebec next day and buried with the honors of war by the garrison.

The force under Arnold was far stronger than that under Montgomery. The
Canadian guard appointed to defend the first barrier fled at the
approach, but the small body of sailors fought bravely and were all
killed or wounded. Arnold was shot through the leg and disabled. Morgan,
who commanded the advanced companies, led his men on and carried the
second barrier after an obstinate resistance. They were attacking the
third when Maclean with his men from the upper town arrived. The British
then took the offensive, and drove the enemy back, and a party, going
round, fell upon their rear. Fifty were killed in Arnold's column, 400
taken prisoners, and the rest retreated in extreme disorder.

Thus ended the assault upon Quebec--an assault which was all but
hopeless from the first, but in which Americans showed but little valor
and determination. In fact, throughout the war, it may be said that the
Americans, when fighting on the defensive behind trees and
intrenchments, fought stubbornly; but that they were feeble in attack
and wholly incapable of standing against British troops in the open.

It would now have been easy for Carleton to have sallied out and taken
the offensive, but he preferred holding Quebec quietly. He might have
easily driven the Americans from their position before the walls; but,
with the handful of troops under his orders, he could have done nothing
toward carrying on a serious campaign in the open.

Until spring came, and the rivers were opened, no re-enforcements could
reach him from England, while the Americans could send any number of
troops into Canada. Carleton, therefore, preferred to wait quietly
within the walls of Quebec, allowing the winter, hardships, and disunion
to work their natural effects upon the invaders.

Arnold sent to Washington to demand 10,000 more troops, with siege
artillery. Several regiments were sent forward, but artillery could not
be spared. Eight regiments entered Canada, but they found that, instead
of meeting, as they had expected, an enthusiastic reception from the
inhabitants, the population was now hostile to them. The exactions of
the invading army had been great, and the feeling in favor of the
English was now all but universal.

On May 5 two frigates and a sloop-of-war made their way up the river
to Quebec. The Americans endeavored to embark their sick and
artillery above the town. Re-enforced by the marines, the garrison
sallied out and attacked the enemy, who fled with precipitation,
leaving their provisions, cannon, five hundred muskets, and two
hundred sick behind them. The British pursued them until they reached
the mouth of the Sorrel.

The arrival of the fleet from England brought news of what had taken
place since Captain Wilson's company had marched from Boston, a short
time after the battle of Bunker's Hill. Immediately after the battle the
colonists had sent two deputies, Penn and Lee, with a petition to
Parliament for the restoration of peace. This petition was supported by
a strong body in Parliament. The majority, however, argued that, from
the conduct of the Americans, it was clear that they aimed at
unconditional, unqualified, and total independence. In all their
proceedings they had behaved as if entirely separated from Great
Britain. Their professions and petition breathed peace and moderation;
their actions and preparations denoted war and defiance; every attempt
that could be made to soften their hostility had been in vain; their
obstinacy was inflexible; and the more England had given in to their
wishes, the more insolent and overbearing had their demands become. The
stamp tax had been repealed, but their ill will had grown rather than
abated. The taxations on imports had been entirely taken off save on one
small item; but, rather than pay this, they had accumulated arms and
ammunition, seized cannon belonging to the king, and everywhere prepared
for armed resistance. Only two alternatives remained for the British
nation to adopt--either to coerce the colonists to submission or to
grant them their entire independence.

These arguments were well founded. The concessions which had been made
had but encouraged the colonists to demand more. No good whatever would
have come from entering into negotiation; there remained but the two
alternatives. It would have been far better had Parliament, instead of
deciding on coercion, withdrawn altogether from the colonies, for
although hitherto the Americans had shown no great fighting qualities,
it was clear that so small an army as England could spare could not
permanently keep down so vast a country if the people were determined
upon independence. They might win every battle,--might overpower every
considerable force gathered against them,--but they could only enforce
the king's authority over a mere fractional portion of so great an area.
England, however, was unaccustomed to defeat; her spirit in those days
was proud and high; and by a large majority Parliament voted for the
continuance of the war. The next step taken was one unworthy of the
country. It tended still further to embitter the war, and it added to
the strength of the party in favor of the colonists at home. Attempts
were made by the government to obtain the services of large numbers of
foreign troops. Negotiations were entered into with Russia, Holland,
Hesse, and other countries. Most of these proved ineffectual, but a
considerable number of troops was obtained from Hesse.

The news of these proceedings excited the Americans to renewed efforts.
The force under Washington was strengthened, and he took possession of
Dorchester Heights, commanding the town of Boston. A heavy cannonade
was opened on the city. The British guns answered it, but the American
position gave them an immense advantage. General Howe, who was in
command, at first thought of attempting to storm the heights, but the
tremendous loss sustained at the battle of Bunker's Hill deterred him
from the undertaking. His supineness during the past four months had
virtually lost the American colonies to England. He had under his
command 8000 troops, who could have routed, with ease, the
undisciplined levies of Washington. Instead of leading his men out
against the enemy, he had suffered them to be cooped up for months in
the city, and had failed to take possession of the various heights
commanding the town. Had he done this Boston might have resisted a
force many times as strong as that which advanced against it, and there
was now nothing left for the English but to storm the heights with
enormous loss or to evacuate the city.

The first was the alternative which had been chosen when the Americans
seized Bunker's Hill; the second was that which was now adopted.

Having adopted this resolution, Howe carried it out in a manner which
would in itself be sufficient to condemn him as a military leader.
Nothing was done to destroy the vast stores of arms and ammunition, and
two hundred and fifty pieces of cannon were left for the colonists to
use against England. No steps were taken to warn ships arriving from
England of the surrender of the town. The consequence was that, in
addition to the vast amount of stores captured in the town, numbers of
the British storeships fell into the hands of the Americans--among them
a vessel which, in addition to carbines, bayonets, gun-carriages, and
other stores, had on board more than seventy tons of powder, while
Washington's whole stock was all but exhausted.

But worse even than this hurried and unnecessary abandonment of vast
munitions of war was the desertion of the loyalist population. Boston
was full of loyalists, among whom were many of the wealthier and
better-born persons in the colony, who, from the commencement of the
troubles had left their homes, their fortunes, and their families to
rally round the standard of their sovereign. The very least that Howe
could have done for these loyal men would have been to have entered into
some terms of capitulation with Washington, whereby they might have been
permitted to depart to their homes and to the enjoyment of their
property. Nothing of the sort was attempted, and the only choice offered
to a loyalist was to remain in the town, exposed to certain insult and
ill treatment, perhaps to death, at the hands of the rebels, or to leave
in the transports for England or Halifax and to be landed here penniless
and starving.

Howe's conduct in this was on a piece with his behavior throughout the
campaign; but he was little, if at all, inferior to the other generals,
who vied with each other in incapacity and folly. Never in the whole
history of England were her troops led by men so inefficient, so
sluggish, and so incapable as those who commanded her armies in the
American Revolutionary War.

The first ships from England which arrived at Quebec were followed, a
few days later, by the _Niger_ and _Triton_, convoy transports, with
troops. The British now took the offensive in earnest. From the west
Captain Forster marched from Detroit, with 40 men of the Eighth
Regiment, 100 Canadians, and some Indians, against a pass called the
Cedars, situated fifteen leagues above Montreal. This was held by 400
men with two cannon. As soon as the British force opened fire the
Americans surrendered. The following day Forster's force, advancing,
came upon 140 men under Major Sherbourne, who were marching to
re-enforce the garrison at the Cedars. These were forced to retreat and
100 of them taken prisoners.

Arnold, with 700 men, advanced against the British force. The British
officer, fearing that in case of an attack the Indians with him might
massacre the prisoners, released the whole of them, 474 in number, under
the promise that an equal number of British prisoners should be
returned. This engagement was shamefully broken by the Americans, who
raised a number of frivolous excuses, among others that prisoners taken
by the British were ill treated--an accusation which excited the
indignation of the prisoners themselves, some of whom wrote to members
of Congress, stating that nothing could be kinder or more courteous than
the treatment which they received.

While Forster was advancing toward Montreal from the west, Carleton
was moving up against the Americans at Sorrel from Quebec. At the
death of Montgomery, Wooster had taken the command of the main
American force. He had been succeeded by Thompson, but the latter
dying of smallpox, Sullivan took his place. The new commander
determined to take the offensive against the English, and dispatched a
force of about 2000 men to attack General Fraser, who held a post at a
place called Three Rivers.

A Canadian peasant brought news to General Fraser of the approach of the
Americans, and as he had received re-enforcements from below he
determined to anticipate their attack. His movements were completely
successful. Some of the Americans fought well, but the rest dispersed
with but little resistance. Two hundred were killed and 150 taken
prisoners. The rest succeeded in returning to Sorrel.

The main body of the British army now came up the river in their ships,
and, as they approached Sorrel, Sullivan broke up his camp and
retreated. At the same time Arnold, who commanded at Montreal, evacuated
the town and joined Sullivan's army at St. John's.

Had the English pushed forward with any energy the whole of the American
army of invasion would have fallen into their hands. They were
completely broken in spirits, suffering terribly from sickness, and were
wholly incapable of making any defense. Burgoyne, who commanded the
advance of the English army, moved forward very slowly, and the
Americans were enabled to take to their boats and cross, first to
Isle-aux-Noix and then to Crown Point. An American historian, who saw
them after they landed, says: "At the sight of so much privation and
distress I wept until I had no more power to weep. I did not look into a
tent or hut in which I did not find either a dead or dying man. Of about
5000 men full half were invalids. In little more than two months they
had lost by desertion and death more than 5000 men."

Captain Wilson and his company were not present with the advance of the
British troops. General Howe, after evacuating Boston, had sailed with
his army to Halifax, there to wait until a large body of re-enforcements
should be sent in the spring from England. General Carleton had, in his
dispatches, mentioned favorably the services which the little company of
loyalists from Boston had performed, and Lord Howe wrote requesting that
the company should be sent down by ship to Halifax, as he was about to
sail from New York to undertake operations on a large scale, and should
be glad to have with him a body of men accustomed to scouting and
acquainted with the country. Accordingly, the company was embarked in a
transport and reached Halifax early in June. On the 11th they sailed
with the army and arrived at Sandy Hook on the 29th. On July 3 the army
landed on Staten Island, opposite Long Island, and soon afterward Lord
Howe, brother of General Howe, arrived with the main army from England,
raising the total force to nearly 30,000 men. It consisted of two
battalions of light infantry, two of grenadiers, the Fourth, Fifth,
Tenth, Seventeenth, Twenty-second, Twenty-third, Twenty-seventh,
Thirty-fifth, Thirty-eighth, Fortieth, Forty-second, Forty-third,
Forty-fourth, Forty-fifth, Forty-ninth, Fifty-second, Fifty-fifth,
Sixty-third, and Sixty-fourth regiments of foot, part of the Forty-sixth
and Seventy-first regiments, and the Seventeenth Regiment of light
dragoons. There were, besides, two battalions of volunteers from New
York, each 1000 strong. Had this force arrived, as it should have done,
three months earlier, it might have achieved great things; but the delay
had enabled the Americans to make extensive preparations to meet the
coming storm.

Lord Howe brought with him a communication from Parliament, giving him
and his brother full power to treat with the Americans on any terms
which they might think fit. Upon his arrival Lord Howe addressed a
letter to Dr. Franklin, informing him of the nature of his
communication, expressing hopes that he would find in America the same
disposition for peace that he brought with him, and requesting his aid
to accomplish the desired end. Dr. Franklin, in answer, informed Lord
Howe that, "prior to the consideration of any proposition for friendship
or peace, it would be required that Great Britain should acknowledge the
independence of America, should defray the expense of the war, and
indemnify, the colonists for all damages committed."

After such a reply as this Lord Howe had no alternative but to commence
hostilities, which he did by landing the army in Gravesend Bay, Long
Island. The enemy offered no opposition to the landing, but retreated at
once, setting fire to all the houses and granaries, and taking up a
position on the wooded heights which commanded the line by which the
English must advance.

The American main force, 15,000 strong, was posted on a peninsula
between Mill Creek and Wallabout Bay, and had constructed a strong line
of intrenchments across the end of the peninsula. The intrenchments were
strengthened by abattis and flanked by strong redoubts. Five thousand
remained to guard this post, and 10,000, under General Puttenham,
advanced to hold the line of wooded hills which run across the island.

In the center of the plain, at the foot of these hills, stood the
village of Flatbush.

The Hessian division of the British army, under General De Heister,
advanced against this, while General Clinton, with the right wing of the
English army, moved forward to attack the enemy's left.

This force marched at nine o'clock at night on August 26; General Sir
William Howe himself accompanied it. The line of hills trended away
greatly to the left, and the enemy had neglected to secure the passes
over the hills on this flank; consequently, at nine o'clock in the
morning, the British passed the range of hills without resistance, and
occupied Bedford in its rear. Had Sir William Howe now pushed on
vigorously, the whole of Puttenham's force must have been captured.

In the meantime the Hessians from Flatbush attacked the center of the
Americans, and after a warm engagement, routed them and drove them into
the woods with a loss of three pieces of cannon.

On the British left General Grant also advanced, and at midnight carried
a strong pass on the enemy's left. Retiring, they held a still stronger
position further back and offered a fierce resistance until the fires at
Bedford showed that the English had obtained a position almost in their
rear, when they retreated precipitately.

[Illustration: Sketch of the British Position on Long Island.]

The victory was a complete one, but it had none of the consequences
which would have attended it had the English pushed forward with
energy after turning the American left. Six pieces of cannon were
captured and 2000 men killed or taken prisoners. The English lost 70
killed and 230 wounded.

So impetuously did the English attack that even Sir William Howe
admitted that they could have carried the intrenchments. He alleges he
did not permit them to do so, because he intended to take the position
by regular approaches and wished therefore to avoid the loss of life
which an immediate assault would have occasioned. On the 27th and 28th
regular approaches were commenced, but on the 29th, under cover of a
fog, the Americans embarked in boats and succeeded in carrying the whole
of their force, without the loss of a man, across to the mainland.

The escape of this body of men was disgraceful in the extreme to the
English commanders. They had a great fleet at their disposal, and had
they placed a couple of frigates in the East River, between Long Island
and New York, the escape would have been impossible, and General
Washington and his army of 15,000 men must have been taken prisoners.
Whether this misfortune would have proved conclusive of the war it is
now too late to speculate; but so splendid an opportunity was never
before let slip by an English general, and the negligence was the more
inexcusable inasmuch as the fleet of boats could be seen lying alongside
of the American position. Their purpose must have been known, and they
could at any moment have been destroyed by the guns of a ship-of-war
taking up its position outside them.

Lord Howe dispatched the American General Sullivan, who had been taken
prisoner on Long Island, to Congress, repeating his desire to treat. A
committee of three members accordingly waited on Lord Howe, who informed
them that it was the most ardent wish of the king and the government of
Great Britain to put an end to the dissatisfaction between the mother
country and the colonists. To accomplish this desire every act of
Parliament which was considered obnoxious to the colonists should
undergo a revisal, and every just cause of complaint should be removed,
if the colonists would declare their willingness to submit to the
authority of the British government. The committee replied that it was
not America which had separated herself from Great Britain, but Great
Britain had separated herself from America. The latter had never
declared herself independent until the former had made war upon her, and
even if Congress were willing to place America in her former situation,
it could not do so, as the Declaration of Independence had been made in
consequence of the congregated voice of the whole people, by whom alone
it could be abolished. The country was determined not to return under
the domination of England.

The negotiations were therefore broken off. Lord Howe published a
declaration to the people of America, giving the answer of the committee
to his offer of reconciliation. He acquainted them with the fact that
the parent country was willing to receive into its bosom and protection
all who might be willing to return to their former obedience. In taking
this step, Lord Howe was convinced that a majority of the inhabitants of
America were still willing to enter into an accommodation of the
differences between the two powers, and the conviction was not ill
founded. The declaration, however, produced but little effect, for the
dominant section, that resolved to break off all connection with
England, had acquired the sole management of affairs, and no offers
which could possibly have been made would have been accepted by them.

Convinced that all further negotiations would be ineffectual, Lord Howe
prepared to carry his army across from Long Island to New York, where
the American army had taken up their post after the retreat from Long
Island. The armies were separated by the East River, with a breadth of
about thirteen hundred yards. A cannonade was kept up for several days.
On September 13 some ships-of-war were brought up to cover the passage.
Washington, seeing the preparations, began to evacuate the city and to
abandon the strong intrenchments which he had thrown up. At eleven
o'clock on the morning of the 15th the men-of-war opened a heavy fire,
and Clinton's division, consisting of 4000 men in eighty-four boats,
sailed up the river, landed on Manhattan Island at a place called Kipp's
Bay, and occupied the heights of Inclenberg, the enemy abandoning their
intrenchments at their approach. General Washington rode toward Kipp's
Bay to take command of the troops stationed there, but found the men who
had been posted at the lines running away, and the brigades which should
have supported them flying in every direction, heedless of the exertions
of their generals.

Puttenham's division of 4000 men was still in the lower city, and would
be cut off unless the British advance should be checked. Washington
therefore made the greatest efforts to rally the fugitives and to get
them to make a stand to check the advancing enemy, but in vain; for, as
soon as even small bodies of redcoats were seen advancing, they broke
and fled in panic.

Howe, as usual, delayed giving orders for an advance, and thus permitted
the whole of Puttenham's brigade, who were cut off and must have been
taken prisoners, to escape unharmed. And thus, with comparatively little
loss, the Americans drew off, leaving behind them only a few heavy
cannon and some bayonets and stores.

So rapid had been their flight at the approach of the English that only
fifteen were killed, two men falling on the English side.




CHAPTER IX.


THE SURPRISE OF TRENTON.

The Americans, finding that they were not pursued, rallied from their
panic and took up a position at Harlem and Kingsbridge. So great was the
disorganization among them that had the British advanced at once they
would have taken the place with scarcely any loss, strong as it was by
nature and by the intrenchments which Washington had prepared. Great
numbers deserted, disputes broke out between the troops of the various
States, insubordination prevailed, and the whole army was utterly
disheartened by the easy victories which the British had obtained over
them. Washington reported the cowardice of his troops to Congress, who
passed a law inflicting the punishment of death for cowardice.

Before leaving New York the Americans had made preparations for burning
the whole town, but the speediness of their retreat prevented the
preparations being carried into effect. Fire was set to it in several
places and a third of the town was destroyed.

The position taken up by the enemy was so strong that it was determined
to operate in the rear. Some redoubts were thrown up to cover New York
during the absence of the main part of the British force.

A portion of the British army was landed at a point threatening the
retreat of the Americans, and a series of skirmishes of no great
importance took place. The enemy fell back from their most advanced
works, but no general move was undertaken, although, as the numbers on
both sides were about even and the superior fighting powers of the
English had been amply demonstrated, there could have been no doubt as
to the result of a general battle. Lord Howe, however, wasted the time
in a series of petty movements, which, although generally successful,
had no influence upon the result and served only to enable the Americans
to recover from the utter depression which had fallen upon them after
the evacuation of Long Island and the loss of New York.

Gradually the Americans fell back across a country so swampy and
difficult that it was now no longer possible to bring on a general
action. Their retreat had the effect of isolating the important
positions of Kingsbridge and Fort Washington. The latter post was of the
utmost importance, inasmuch as it secured the American intercourse with
the Jersey shore. The fortifications were very strong and stood upon
rising and open ground. It was garrisoned by 3000 of the best American
troops under the command of Colonel Magaw. Washington was gradually
withdrawing his army, and had already given orders that Fort Washington
should be evacuated; but General Lee, who was second in command, so
strongly urged that it should be retained that, greatly against his own
judgment, he was obliged to consent to its being defended, especially as
Colonel Magaw insisted that the fort could stand a siege. On the night
of November 14 the British passed some troops across the creek, and Lord
Howe summoned the place to surrender on pain of the garrison being put
to the sword. Magaw had upon the previous day received large numbers of
re-enforcements, and replied that he should defend the fort. Soon after
daybreak on the 16th the artillery opened on both sides. Five thousand
Hessians, under the command of General Knyphausen, moved up the hill,
penetrated some of the advanced works of the enemy, and took post within
a hundred yards of the fort. The second division, consisting of the
guards and light infantry, with two battalions of Hessians and the
Thirty-third Regiment, landed at Island Creek, and after some stiff
fighting forced the enemy from the rocks and trees up the steep and
rugged mountain. The third and fourth divisions fought their way up
through similar defenses. So steep was the hill that the assailants
could only climb it by grasping the trees and bushes, and so obstinate
was the defense that the troops were sometimes mixed up together.

The bravery and superior numbers of the British troops bore down all
resistance, and the whole of the four divisions reached their places
round the fort. They then summoned it to surrender, and its commander,
after half an hour's consideration, seeing the impossibility of
resisting the assault which was threatened, opened the gates.

Upon the English side about 800 men were killed and wounded, of whom the
majority were Hessians. These troops fought with extreme bravery. The
American loss, owing to their superior position, was about 150 killed
and wounded, but the prisoners taken amounted to over 3000.

On the 18th Lord Howe landed a strong body on the Jersey shore under
Lord Cornwallis, who marched to Fort Lee and surprised it. A deserter
had informed the enemy of his approach and the garrison had fled in
disorder, leaving their tents, provisions, and military stores behind
them. Lord Cornwallis, pushing forward with great energy, drove the
Americans out of New Jersey. Another expedition occupied Rhode Island.

Cold weather now set in and the English went into winter quarters. Their
success had been complete, without a single check, and had they been led
vigorously the army of Washington might on two occasions have been
wholly destroyed. In such a case the moderate portion of the population
of the colonies would have obtained a hearing, and a peace honorable to
both parties might have been arrived at.

The advantage gained by the gallantry of the British troops was,
however, entirely neutralized by the lethargy and inactivity of their
general, and the colonists had time given them to recover from the alarm
which the defeat of their troops had given them, to put another army in
the field, and to prepare on a great scale for the following campaign.

The conduct of General Howe in allowing Washington's army to retire
almost unmolested was to the officers who served under him
unaccountable. His arrangements for the winter were even more singularly
defective. Instead of concentrating his troops he scattered them over a
wide extent of country at a distance too great to support each other,
and thus left it open to the enemy to crush them in detail.

General Howe now issued a proclamation offering a free pardon to all who
surrendered, and great numbers of colonists came in and made their
submission. Even in Philadelphia the longing for peace was so strong
that General Washington was obliged to send a force there to prevent the
town from declaring for England.

During the operations which had taken place since the landing of the
British troops on Long Island Captain Wilson's company had taken but
little part in the operations. All had been straightforward work and
conducted on the principles of European warfare. The services of the
volunteers as scouts had not, therefore, been called into requisition.
The success which at first attended the expedition had encouraged
Captain Wilson to hope, for the first time since the outbreak of the
Revolution, that the English might obtain such decisive successes that
the colonists would be willing to accept some propositions of peace such
as those indicated by Lord Howe--a repeal of all obnoxious laws, freedom
from any taxation except that imposed by themselves, and a recognition
of the British authority. When he saw that Lord Howe, instead of
actively utilizing the splendid force at his disposal, frittered it away
in minor movements and allowed Washington to withdraw with his beaten
army unmolested, his hopes again faded, and he felt that the colonists
would in the long run succeed in gaining all that they contended for.

When the army went into winter quarters the company was ordered to take
post on the Delaware. There were four frontier posts, at Trenton,
Bordentown, White Horse, and Burlington. Trenton, opposite to which lay
Washington with the main body of his army, was held by only 1200
Hessians, and Bordentown, which was also on the Delaware, was, like
Trenton, garrisoned by these troops. No worse choice could have been
made. The Hessians were brave soldiers, but their ignorance of the
language and of the country made them peculiarly unsuitable troops for
outpost work, as they were unable to obtain any information. As
foreigners, too, they were greatly disliked by the country people.

Nothing was done to strengthen these frontier posts, which were left
wholly without redoubts or intrenchments into which the garrison could
withdraw in case of attack.

Captain Wilson's little company were to act as scouts along the line of
frontier. Their headquarters were fixed at Bordentown, where Captain
Wilson obtained a large house for their use. Most of the men were at
home at work of this kind, and Peter Lambton, Ephraim, and the other
frontiersmen were dispatched from time to time in different directions
to ascertain the movements and intentions of the enemy. Harold asked
his father to allow him, as before, to accompany Peter. The inactivity
of a life at a quiet little station was wearisome, and with Peter he
was sure of plenty of work, with a chance of adventure. The life of
exercise and activity which he had led for more than a year had
strengthened his muscles and widened his frame, and he was now able to
keep up with Peter, however long and tiresome the day's work might be.
Jake, too, was of the party. He had developed into an active soldier,
and although he was but of little use for scouting purposes, even Peter
did not object to his accompanying him, for the negro's unfailing good
temper and willingness to make himself useful had made him a favorite
with the scout.

The weather was now setting in exceedingly cold. The three men had more
than once crossed the Delaware in a canoe and scouted in the very heart
of the enemy's country. They were now sitting by the bank, watching some
drifting ice upon the river.

"There won't be many more passages of the river by water," Peter
remarked. "Another ten days, and it'll be frozen across."

"Then we can cross on foot, Peter."

"Yes, we can do that," the scout said, "and so can the enemy. Ef their
general has got any interprise with him, and ef he can get them chaps as
he calls soldiers to fight, he'll be crossing over one of these nights
and capturing the hull of them Hessians at Trenton. What General Howe
means by leaving 'em there is more nor I can think; he might as well
have sent so many babies. The critters can fight, and fight well, too,
and they're good soldiers; but what's the good of 'em in a frontier
post? They know nothing of the country; they can't speak to the people,
nor ask no questions, nor find out nothing about what's doing the other
side of the river. They air no more than mere machines. What was wanted
was two or three battalions of light troops, who would make friends with
the country people and larn all that's doing opposite. If the Americans
are sharp they'll give us lots of trouble this winter, and you'll find
there won't be much sitting quiet for us at Bordentown. Fortunately
Bordentown and Trenton aint far apart, and one garrison ought to be able
to arrive to the assistance of the other before it's overpowered. We
shall see. Now, I propose that we cross again to-night and try and find
out what the enemy's doing. Then we can come back and manage for you to
eat your Christmas dinner with yer father, as you seem to have bent yer
mind upon that, though why it matters about dinner one day more than
another is more nor I can see."

That night the three scouts crossed the river in the canoe. Avoiding all
houses, they kept many miles straight on beyond the river and lay down
for a few hours before morning dawned; then they turned their faces the
other way and walked up to the first farmhouse they saw.

"Can we have a drink of milk?" the hunter asked.

"You can," the farmer replied, "and some breakfast if you like to pay
for it. At first I was glad to give the best I had to those who came
along, but there have been such numbers going one way and the other,
either marching to join the army or running away to return to their
homes, that I should be ruined if I gave to all comers."

"We're ready to pay," Peter said, drawing some money from his pocket.

"Then come in and sit down."

In a few minutes an excellent breakfast was put before them.

"You are on your way to join the army, of course?" the farmer asked.

"Jest that," Peter replied. "We think it's about our time to do a little
shooting, though I don't suppose there'll be much done till the spring."

"I don't know," the farmer said. "I should not be surprised if the
general wakes up them Germans when the Delaware gets frozen. I heard
some talk about it from some men who came past yesterday. Their time was
expired, they said, and they were going home. I hear, too, that they are
gathering a force down near Mount Holly, and I reckon that they are
going to attack Bordentown."

"Is that so?" Peter asked. "In that case we might as well tramp in that
direction. It don't matter a corn-shuck to us where we fight, so as it's
soon. We've come to help lick these British, and we means to do it."

"Ah!" the farmer said, "I have heard that sentiment a good many times,
but I have not seen much come of it yet. So far, it seems to me as the
licking has been all the other way."

"That's so," Peter agreed. "But everyone knows that the Americans are
just the bravest people on the face of the habitable arth. I reckon
their dander's not fairly up yet; but when they begin in arnest you'll
see what they'll do."

The farmer gave a grunt which might mean anything. He had no strong
sympathies either way, and the conduct of the numerous deserters and
disbanded men who had passed through his neighborhood had been far from
impressing him favorably.

"I don't pretend to be strong either for the Congress or the king. I
don't want to be taxed, but I don't see why the colonists should not pay
something toward the expenses of the government; and now that Parliament
seems willing to give all we ask for, I don't see what we want to go on
fighting for."

"Waal!" Peter exclaimed in a tone of disgust, "you're one of the
half-hearted ones."

"I am like the great majority of the people of this country. We are of
English stock and we don't want to break with the Old Country; but the
affairs have got into the hands of the preachers, and the newspaper men,
and the chaps that want to push themselves forward and make their pile
out of the war. As I read it, it's just the civil war in England over
again. We were all united at the first against what we considered as
tyranny on the part of the Parliament, and now we have gone setting up
demands which no one dreamed of at first and which most of us object to
now, only we have no longer the control of our own affairs."

"The great heart of this country beats for freedom," Peter Lambton said.

"Pooh!" said the farmer contemptuously. "The great heart of the country
wants to work its farms and do its business quietly. The English general
has made fair offers, which might well be accepted; and as for freedom,
there was no tyranny greater than that of the New England States. As
long as they managed their own affairs there was neither freedom of
speech nor religion. No, sir; what they call freedom was simply the
freedom to make everyone else do and think like the majority."

"Waal, we won't argue it out," Peter said, "for I'm not good at
argument, and I came here to fight and not to talk. Besides, I want
to get to Mount Holly in time to jine in this battle, so I guess
we'll be moving."

Paying for the breakfast, they started at once in the direction of Mount
Holly, which lay some twenty-five miles away. As they approached the
place early in the afternoon they overtook several men going in the same
direction. They entered into conversation with them, but could only
learn that some 450 of the militia from Philadelphia and the counties of
Gloucester and Salem had arrived on the spot. The men whom they had
overtaken were armed countrymen who were going to take a share in the
fight on their own account.

Entering the place with the others, Peter found that the information
given him was correct.

"We better be out of this at once," he said to Harold, "and make for
Bordentown."

"You don't think that there is much importance in the movement," Harold
said as they tramped along.

"There aint no importance whatever," Peter said, "and that's what I want
to tell 'em. They're never thinking of attacking the two thousand
Hessians at Bordentown with that ragged lot."

"But what can they have assembled them for within twelve miles of the
place?" Harold asked.

"It seems to me," the hunter replied, "that it's jest a trick to draw
the Germans out from Bordentown and so away from Trenton. At any rate,
it's well that the true account of the force here should be known.
These things gets magnified, and they may think that there's a hull
army here."

It was getting dusk when they entered Bordentown, and Harold was glad
when he saw the little town, for since sunset on the evening before they
had tramped nearly sixty miles. The place seemed singularly quiet. They
asked the first person they met what had become of the troops, and they
were told that Colonel Donop, who commanded, had marched an hour before
with his whole force of 2000 men toward Mount Holly, leaving only 80 men
in garrison at Bordentown.

"We are too late," Harold said. "They have gone by the road and we kept
straight through the woods and so missed them."

"Waal, I hope no harm 'ill come of it. I suppose they mean to attack at
daylight, and in course that rabble will run without fighting. I hope,
when the colonel sees as how thar's no enemy ther worth speaking of,
he'll march straight back again."

Unfortunately this was not the case. The militia, according to their
orders, at once dispersed when their outposts told them of the approach
of the British, but the German officer, instead of returning instantly,
remained for two days near Mount Holly, and so gave time to Washington
to carry out his plans.

Captain Wilson's company had gone out with the force, and Peter and his
companions had the house to themselves that night. Harold slept late,
being thoroughly fatigued by his long march the day before, carrying his
rifle, blanket, and provisions. Peter woke him at last.

"Now, young un, you've had a good sleep; it's eleven o'clock. I'm off to
Trenton to see what's doing there. Will you go with me, or will you stop
here on the chance of eating your dinner with your father?"

"Oh, it's Christmas Day," Harold said, stretching. "Well, what do you
think, Peter--are they likely to come back or not?"

"They ought to be back, there's no doubt about that, but whether they
will or not is a different affair altogether. I've never seed them hurry
themselves yet, not since the war began; things would have gone a good
deal better if they had; but time never seems of no consequence to them.
They marched twelve miles last night, and I reckon it's likely they'll
halt to-day and won't be back till to-morrow. I feel oneasy in my mind
about the whole affair, for I can't see a single reason for the enemy
sending that weak force to Mount Holly, unless it was to draw away the
troops from here, and the only motive there could be for that would be
because they intended to attack Trenton."

"Very well, Peter, I will go with you."

Accompanied by Jake they set out at once for Trenton. On arriving there
they found no particular signs of vigilance. Since the Hessians had
reached Trenton their discipline had much relaxed. A broad river
separated them from the enemy, who were known to be extremely
discontented and disorganized. They had received instruction on no
account to cross the river to attack the colonials, and the natural
consequence of this forced inactivity had manifested itself. Discipline
was lax, and but a slight watch was kept on the movements of the enemy
across the stream. Ignorant of the language of the people, they were
incapable of distinguishing between those who were friendly and those
who were hostile to the Crown, and they behaved as if in a conquered
country; taking such necessaries as they required without payment, and
even sending parties to a considerable distance on plundering
expeditions.

Peter, on his arrival, proceeded to the headquarters of Colonel Rhalle,
who was in command--an officer of great bravery and energy. One of his
officers was able to speak English, and to him Peter reported the
departure of the force from Bordentown, of which Colonel Rhalle was
already aware, and the weakness of the American force at Mount Holly.
He stated, also, his own belief that it was merely a feint to draw off
Colonel Donop, and that preparatory to an attack on Trenton. The
officer treated the information lightly, and pointing to the mass of
ice floating down the river asked whether it would be possible for
boats to cross.

"When the river freezes," he said, "there may be some chance of attack.
Till then we are absolutely safe."

Peter, shaking his head, rejoined his companions and told them of the
manner in which his advice had been received.

"But it would be difficult to cross the river," Harold said. "Look at
the masses of ice on the water."

"It would be difficult," the hunter admitted, "but not by no manner of
means impossible. Determined men could do it. Waal, I've done my duty
and can do no more. Ef the night passes off quietly we'll cross again
before daybreak and go right into the Yankee camp and see what they're
up to. Now, Harold, you can take it easy till nightfall; there's naught
to be learned till then, and as we shall be on foot all night ye may as
well sleep to-day."

Returning to a spot on the banks of the river at a short distance from
the town, they made a fire, on which Jake cooked some steaks of
venison they had procured. After smoking a pipe, the hunter set the
example by stretching himself on the ground near the fire and going to
sleep. Used as he was to night marches, he had acquired the faculty of
going to sleep at any hour at will. Jake and Harold were some time
before they followed his example, but they too were at last asleep. At
sunset they were on their feet again, and after taking supper
proceeded along the river.

The night passed off quietly, and Harold became convinced that his
companion's fears were unfounded. Toward morning he suggested that it
was time to be crossing the river.

"I'm not going yet," the hunter said. "Before I start we'll go down to
Trenton Ferry, a mile below the town. Ef they come over at all, it's
likely enough to be there. There'll be time then to get back and cross
before it's light; It's six o'clock now."

They kept along the road by the river until they were within a quarter
of a mile of the ferry. Presently they saw a dark mass ahead.

"Jerusalem!" Peter exclaimed. "There they are."

They immediately discharged their rifles and ran back at full speed to
the outposts, which were but a quarter of a mile from the town. The
Americans had also pressed forward at full speed, and the outposts, who
had been alarmed by the discharge of the rifles, were forced at once to
abandon the post and to run into the town, whither they had, on hearing
the rifles, already sent in one of their number with the news. Here all
was in confusion. The Hessian leader was trying to collect his troops,
who were hurrying in from their quarters, but many of them thought more
of storing their plunder away in the wagons than of taking their places
in the ranks.

Washington had crossed with 2500 men and a few field-pieces, and upon
gaining the Jersey side had divided his troops into two detachments, one
of which marched by the river side, the other by an upper road. Hurrying
forward they surrounded the town, and placing their field-pieces in the
road, opened fire on the astonished Hessians. Rhalle had by this time
succeeded in assembling the greater part of his force and charged the
Americans with his usual courage. He received, however, a mortal wound
as he advanced. His troops immediately lost heart, and finding their
retreat cut off at once surrendered. A body of Hessian light horse
succeeded in making their escape. The casualties were few on either
side, but 1000 prisoners were taken. Two other divisions of the
Americans had attempted to cross, the one at Bordentown, the other at
Mackenzie's Ferry, but both had failed, owing to the quantity of
floating ice. Washington retired across the Delaware the same afternoon.

The consequences of this success were great. The spirits of the
Americans, which had fallen to the lowest ebb in consequence of the
uninterrupted series of defeats, rose greatly. They found that the
British were not invincible, and that, if unable to oppose them in great
battles, they might at least inflict heavy losses on them and weary them
out with skirmishes and surprises. The greatest joy reigned throughout
the various States; fresh levies were ordered; the voices of the
moderate party, which had been gaining strength, were silenced, and the
determination to continue the war vigorously was in the ascendency.

The lesson given at Trenton was wholly lost upon the English
commander-in-chief. Instead of at once ordering General Leslie to
advance from Princeton and to hold the enemy in check by reoccupying and
fortifying Trenton, he allowed Colonel Donop to abandon Bordentown and
to fall back to Princeton--thus laying it open to Washington to cross
the Delaware again and carry the war into New Jersey. Washington, after
waiting eight days, seeing the indecision and ineptitude of the British
general, again crossed with 4000 men and occupied Trenton.

Peter Lambton and his two companions were not among the prisoners
taken at Trenton. On entering the town Harold was about to join the
Hessians assembling under Colonel Rhalle, but Peter gave a violent tug
to his coat.

"Come along, young un!" he said. "The darned fools have let themselves
be caught in a trap and they'll find there's no way out of it. In ten
minutes the Americans will be all round the place, and as I don't wish
to spend a year or two in a Yankee prison at present, I'm going to make
tracks at once. Fighting aren't no good now. Men who'll let 'emselves
be caught in a trap like this'll never be able to cut their way out of
it. Come on!"

Much against his will Harold yielded to Peter's wishes, and the three
kept straight on through the town by the river side and issued into the
country beyond before the Americans had surrounded it. A minute or two
after leaving the town the light horse galloped past.

"There are some more out of the hole, and I reckon that's about all.
There, do you hear the guns? The Yanks have brought their artillery
over--I reckon the fight won't last long."

For two or three minutes there was a roar of musketry; then this
suddenly ceased.

"I thought as much," Peter said. "They've surrendered. If they had only
kept together and fought well, they should have cut their way through
the enemy. Lord! what poor things regular soldiers are in the dark! A
frontiersman would just as soon fight in the dark as in the light; but
here are the men who climbed up the hill to Fort Washington--and that
was no child's play--no better nor a pack of women when they're attacked
half-asleep and half-awake, just as day is breaking."

The three comrades walked to Bordentown, which, they were relieved to
find, had not been attacked. A few miles beyond this place they met
Colonel Donop marching back at full speed with his corps, having
received the news of the disaster at Trenton from the horsemen who had
fled. They joined their company and marched to Princeton.

A fortnight later Lord Cornwallis, with the forces at Brunswick, under
General Grant, advanced to Princeton and then moved forward to attack
the army at Trenton. General Washington on his approach retired from the
town and, crossing a rivulet at the back of it, took post on some high
ground there, with the apparent intention of defending himself against
an attack. It was late in the afternoon, and a heavy cannonade was kept
up till night-time. Lord Cornwallis determined to attack next morning.
At two in the morning Washington retired suddenly, leaving his fires
burning. Quitting the main road he made a long circuit through Allentown
and marched with all speed toward Princeton, which place he intended to
surprise. When Lord Cornwallis advanced he had left the Seventeenth,
Fortieth, and Fifty-fifth regiments there.

On arriving at Trenton he had sent word back for the Seventeenth and
Fifty-fifth to advance to Maidenhead, a village halfway between
Princeton and Trenton. Colonel Mawhood, who commanded, marched at
daylight, but scarcely had he started when he met Washington advancing
with his army. The morning was foggy, and it was at first supposed that
the enemy were a body of British troops marching back to Princeton, but
it was soon found that the force was a hostile one. Its strength could
not be seen on account of the fog, and he determined to engage it.
Possessing himself of some high ground, he sent his wagons back to
Princeton and ordered the Fortieth Regiment to come out to his
assistance.

As the Americans advanced, the artillery on both sides opened fire. The
leading columns of the colonists soon snowed signs of disorder. The
Seventeenth Regiment fixed bayonets and with great gallantry charged the
enemy in front of them, driving them back with considerable slaughter;
and so far did they advance that they were separated from the other
battalions, and cutting their way through the American force the
regiment pursued its march to Maidenhead. The Fortieth and Fifty-fifth
fought stoutly, but were unable to make their way through the American
force, and fell back to Brunswick, while the Americans occupied
Princeton. At daybreak Lord Cornwallis discovered the retreat of the
American army, and being apprehensive for the safety of Brunswick, where
great stores of the army were accumulated, marched with all haste toward
that town.

Brigadier Matthew, the officer commanding there, on hearing of the
approach of the enemy, at once dispatched the store wagons toward the
rear and drew up his small command to defend the place to the last. The
gallant resistance before Princeton had delayed the Americans so long
that the van of the army of Cornwallis was already close to their rear
as they approached Brunswick. Seeing this, Washington abandoned his
design on that town and crossed the Millstone River, breaking down the
bridge at Kingston to stop pursuit.

Washington now overran East and West Jersey, penetrated into Essex
County, and making himself master of the country opposite to Staten
Island, thus regained almost all the district which the English had
taken from him in the autumn.

All this greatly heightened the spirit and courage of the Americans,
while the loyalists and the English troops were disheartened and
disgusted at seeing an army of 30,000 fine troops kept inactive, while
the enemy, with but 4000 men, who were wholly incapable of opposing an
equal number of English troops, were allowed to wander unchecked, to
attack and harass the English pickets, and to utilize the whole of the
resources of their country. Had General Howe entertained a fixed desire
to see English authority overthrown in America he could not have acted
in a manner more calculated to carry those wishes into effect.




CHAPTER X.


A TREACHEROUS PLANTER.

It must not be supposed that the whole of the time was spent in scouting
and fighting. Between the armies lay a band of no man's land. Here, as
elsewhere, the people of the country were divided in their opinions, but
generally made very little display of these, whatever they might be. It
is true that, as a rule, non-combatants were but little interfered with;
still, a warm and open display of sympathy with one side or the other
was likely to be attended by the loss of cattle and damage to crops when
the other party got the upper hand. In some other States feeling ran
much higher. In the Carolinas the royalists were most cruelly
persecuted. Their property was destroyed and they were, in many cases,
shot down without mercy; but generally, throughout the colonies, a
considerable latitude of opinion was allowed. This was especially so in
the zone between the armies in the Jerseys. None could tell what the
positions of the armies a week hence might be, and any persecution
inflicted by the one party might lead to retaliation upon a shift of
positions a few weeks later. A general toleration therefore reigned.

Next to Peter Lambton, Harold's greatest friend in the corps was a young
man named Harvey. He was of good family and belonged to New York. Being
a strong loyalist, he had, like many other gentlemen, enlisted for
service under the old flag. He had, naturally, many acquaintances among
the county families, and Harold often accompanied him in his visits to
one or other of them.

During the winter, when things were quiet, the duties of the scouts were
light, and it was the habit among them that one-third should be on
outpost duty at a time, the rest being free to move about as they liked.
The scouts had no fixed order of position. They went out alone or in
twos or threes, as it pleased them, their duty simply being to watch
everything that was going on along the enemy's line of outposts, to
bring the earliest news of any intended movements, and to prevent
dashing parties of the enemy's horsemen from making raids into or behind
the British lines. They were not, of course, expected to check bodies of
cavalry starting on a raid, but simply to obtain information of their
having left their lines and of the direction taken, and then to hurry
back to the British posts, whence a force of cavalry would be sent out
to intercept or check the invaders. Many dashing exploits were performed
by the cavalry on both sides in the way of getting behind their
opponents' quarters, cutting off provision trains, attacking small
posts, and carrying off straggling parties.

One of the houses to which Harold used most frequently to accompany his
friend Harvey was situated nearly halfway between the rival armies, and
was about eight miles from either. The owner--Mr. Jackson--was a man of
considerable wealth, and the house was large and well appointed. He had,
before the troubles began, a fine business as a lawyer in New York; but,
as the outbreak of hostilities put a stop to all business of a legal
kind in that city, he had retired to his country house. Although himself
born in England, he professed to be entirely neutral, but his family
were undisguisedly loyal. It consisted of his wife and two daughters,
girls of seventeen and eighteen years old.

When the English army advanced to the neighborhood of his property Mr.
Jackson was always ready to offer his hospitality to the officers of the
corps which might be stationed near him, and he similarly opened his
house to the Americans when they, in turn, advanced as the British
turned back. Being, as he always made a point of saying, perfectly
neutral in the struggle, he was glad to meet gentlemen, irrespective of
the opinions they held. The line taken by Mr. Jackson was the one which
was very largely pursued among the inhabitants of the country houses and
farms scattered over what was, throughout the war, a debatable land. So
frequent were the changes of the position of the armies that none could
say who might be in possession in a week's time, and it was, therefore,
an absolute necessity for those who wished to live unmolested to abstain
from any stronger show of partisanship.

As is always the case in struggles of this kind, the female population
were more enthusiastic in their partisanship and more pronounced in
their opinions than the men; and although, upon the arrival of a troop
of cavalry or a detachment of foot belonging to the other side, the
master of the house would impartially offer what hospitality he was
capable of, it was not difficult to perceive, by the warmth or coldness
of the female welcome, what were the private sentiments of the family.

Harold was not long in discovering, from the frequency with which Harvey
proposed an excursion to the Jacksons' and from his conduct there, that
Isabelle, the eldest daughter, was the object which mainly attracted
him. The families had long been friends, and Harvey, although now
serving as a simple scout, was of a position equal to her own. The
friends were always cordially received by Mr. Jackson, and Harold was
soon as intimate there as his comrade. They usually left their quarters
a little before dusk and started back late at night. Often as Mr.
Jackson pressed them to stay, they never accepted his invitation.

The scouts, from their activity and ubiquitousness, were the
_bêtes-noirs_ of the Americans, whose most secret plans were constantly
detected and foiled by the sagacity and watchfulness of these men, whose
unerring rifles made frequent gaps in the ranks of the officers. They
therefore spared no pains, whenever there was a chance, of killing or
capturing any of these most troublesome foes, and Harvey and Harold knew
that a report of their presence at the Jacksons' would suffice to bring
a party of horsemen from the American lines. Their visits, therefore,
were always made after dark, and at irregular intervals, and, in spite
of their inclination to the contrary they made a point of returning at
night to their quarters.

Other visitors were often present at the Jacksons', the sons and
daughters of neighbors, and there was generally music and singing, and
sometimes the young people stood up for a dance.

The scouts wore no regular uniform, although there was a general
similarity in their attire, which was that of an ordinary backwoods
hunter. When off duty they were allowed to dress as they pleased, and at
Mr. Jackson's the two friends were attired in the ordinary dress of
colonists of position. At these little gatherings political subjects
were never discussed, and a stranger spending an evening there would not
have dreamed that the house stood between two hostile armies; that at
any moment a party of horsemen belonging to one side or other might dash
into the courtyard, and that even those laughing and talking pleasantly
together might be of opinions diametrically opposed.

Harvey and Harold were introduced to visitors simply as friends from New
York, and, although the suspicions as to their character and position
might be strong, no one thought of asking questions.

"I do not like that fellow Chermside," Harvey said one night, as he and
his friend were returning to their quarters.

They were mounted; for, although when on duty the scouts worked on foot,
many of them, who were men of property, kept horses which they used when
not engaged. Harvey had two horses, and one of these was always at
Harold's service.

"I am not surprised you don't like him," Harold replied with a laugh,
"and I imagine the dislike is mutual. When two gentlemen are paying
attentions to one young lady they seldom appreciate each other's merits
very cordially."

"I don't think it is entirely that," Harvey laughed. "Isabella and I
understand each other, and I have no fear of his rivalry; but I do not
like him."

"I do not think I like him myself," Harold said more seriously; "and yet
I do not know why I should not. When he has been there alone with us and
the family, he has frequently used expressions showing his strong
leaning toward the loyalists' side."

"I don't put much faith in that," Harvey said. "He knows how strongly
Mr. Jackson and the girls lean toward the Crown, and would say anything
that he thought would please Isabelle. I have spoken to her and she
thinks that he is sincere; in fact, she has rather a good opinion of
him. However, we shall see. It was rather curious that that party of
Morgan's cavalry should have ridden up the other night and searched the
house two hours after we left. You see, we had agreed to sleep there
that night, and only changed our minds after the others had all left,
when we remembered that we were both for duty early next morning. It
might have been a coincidence, of course, but it had an ugly look. I
think Mr. Jackson thought so, too, for he did not ask us to stop
to-night; anyhow, I wish Chermside's plantation was not so near this and
that he did not drop in so often."

A week later they paid another visit. When dinner was over Harold
was chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. Harvey was sitting at the
piano, where the eldest girl was playing, and the younger was
looking out of window.

"We are going to have another fall of snow," she said. "There is not a
star to be seen. Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly.

"What is it, my dear?" Mr. Jackson asked.

"There is a rocket gone up from the woods."

"A rocket!" Mr. Jackson repeated.

"Yes, papa; there are the stars falling now."

"That is a curious thing," Mr. Jackson said, while the others went
to the window. They stood watching for some minutes, but nothing
was to be seen.

"I do not like that rocket," Mr. Jackson said as they left the window.
"It means something. It can only be a signal. People don't let off
rockets for amusement nowadays. Did you meet anyone on the road?" "No,
sir," Harvey said, "not a soul."

"I do not like it," their host repeated. "It means mischief of some sort
or other. I do not wish to seem inhospitable, but my advice to you is,
get on your horses at once and ride to your quarters. You are on duty
to-morrow, and you told me you would pass near here on your way toward
the enemy's lines. You might look in as you go past and hear whether
anything came of it. If I mistake not, we shall have another visit from
Morgan's horse this evening."

Much against their inclination the young men followed Mr.
Jackson's advice.

The next day they, with Peter and Jake, stopped at the house as
they passed.

"I was right," their host said, as the two young men entered. "An hour
after you left twenty of Morgan's horse rode up here. They would not
take my word that we were alone, but searched the house from top to
bottom, and were evidently greatly disappointed at finding no one. I
have been making inquiries this morning and find that all the servants
were in the house at the time my daughter saw the rocket, so I hope that
I have no traitor here. Still, it is clear that someone must be keeping
watch over your movements."

"Have you asked, sir," Harvey said, after a pause, "whether anyone came
after we had arrived?"

"I do not see how anyone could come, but I will ask."

He rang the bell and a negro servant appeared.

"Did anyone come to the house yesterday, Caesar, after these gentleman
came--any beggar or peddler, or anyone of that sort?"

"No, sir; no one came except Massa Chermside. He get off his horse and
ask if you, hab any visitors. I said that Massa Harvey and Massa Wilson
were here. He say he call again another night when the family alone, and
rode off."

"Just what I expected, sir," Harvey said, when the servant left the
room. "I have always doubted that fellow's honesty."

"Oh, nonsense!" Mr. Jackson replied. "You must be mad, Harvey.
Chermside's father was an old friend of mine, and I have known the young
fellow since he was a child. I should as soon suspect one of my own
daughters of being capable of such an act of gross treachery as laying a
plot to bring the American cavalry down upon guests of mine. The idea is
preposterous. Bless me, how amused the girls will be at your suspecting
their old playfellow!"

"I hope I may be mistaken, sir," Harvey said, "but Harold's opinion of
him agrees with mine; and, in talking it over last night, we both put
our finger on him as the man who fired the rocket. Well, now, we must be
pushing on. We are bound for the ford where Morgan's horse must have
come over, and shall hear from our fellows there whether they rode
straight here after crossing, as, if so, there can be no doubt whatever
that the rocket was a signal."

Upon arriving at the ford they found that Morgan's horse had only
crossed an hour before the time at which they arrived at Mr. Jackson's.
One of the scouts had instantly taken word to the nearest cavalry
outpost, but the enemy had recrossed the river before these had arrived
on the spot.

After three days on duty at the front, the party returned to their
lines, and the next time that the young men rode out to their friends
they took with them Jake and Peter, to whom they related the
circumstances.

The scouts proceeded on foot and separated from the others a mile before
reaching the house, having arranged that Peter should scout round it,
while Jake should proceed to the plantation of Mr. Chermside and keep a
sharp lookout there.

They had arranged with Mr. Jackson that no mention of the rocket should
be made to anyone, however intimate with the family.

"I am glad to see you again," the host said, as they entered the room
where the family were assembled, "although I own that these two raids of
Morgan's horse have made me uneasy. The girls have been immensely amused
at your suspicions of young Chermside."

"How could you think such a thing?" Isabelle said. "He was here on the
following evening, and was as indignant as we were at the thought of
treachery being at work. He quite agreed with us that the coming of the
Yankees could hardly have been accidental."

"You said nothing about the rocket, I hope?" Harvey asked.

"No, we kept quite silent about that, as you made such a point of it;
but it seemed ridiculous with him. But I shall be in a fright, now,
every time you come."

"We have brought two of our men with us," Harvey said, "and they are
scouting round, so we shall hear if another rocket goes up; and, even if
the person who let it up suspects that the last was seen,--as he might
do from our having left so suddenly,--and tries some other plan to warn
the enemy, we can trust our men to fire a shot and so give us warning in
time. We have told the groom not to take the saddles off the horses, as
we may stop but a short time."

At eight o'clock a disturbance was heard outside, and Jake entered the
room, dragging with him by main force the young planter.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Jackson asked, as they rose from
their seats in surprise.

"Me tell you, sar," Jake answered. "Me had orders from Massa Harold to
watch outside ob de house ob dis feller and see what going on dere.
About half an hour after me got dere a nigger come along running from
dis direction. Dat no business of Jake's, so he stood in de trees and
let him pass. He go into de house; five minutes afterward dis feller he
come out and he walk away. Jake follow him bery quiet to see what him
after. He walk more dan a mile, den he get on to de oder side of dat big
hill; den me see him stop, and Jake tink it time to interfere, so he ran
up and catch him. He had put dis ting against a stump of a tree, and had
him pistol in him hand, and was on de point of firing it close to dis
ting, so as to light him."

As Jake spoke he held out a rocket. Several times while Jake had been
speaking the planter had tried to interrupt him, but each time Jake, who
had not released his hold of him, gave him so violent a shake that he
was fain to be silent.

"This is a scandalous indignity," he exclaimed furiously when Jake
finished. "What do you mean, sir," he demanded of Harvey, "by setting
this nigger to watch my abode? I will have satisfaction for this
treatment."

"It seems, sir," Mr. Jackson said, signing to Harvey to be silent,
"that you have been detected in a gross act of treachery. My friends
have suspected you of it, but I indignantly denied it. Could we
believe, I and my family, that you, whom we have known as a child,
would betray our guests to the Americans? Loyalists and republicans are
alike welcome here. I do not ask my friends their opinions. My house is
neutral ground, and I did not think that anyone who used it would have
had the treachery to turn it into a trap; still less did I imagine you
would do so. These gentlemen would be perfectly within their right did
they take you out and hang you from the nearest tree; but, for my sake,
I trust that they will not do so; but should the American cavalry ever
again visit this house under circumstances which may lead it to be
supposed that they have been brought here to capture my guests, I shall
let them punish you as you deserve. No word of mine will be raised in
your favor. Now, sir, go, and never again enter this house, where the
loathing and contempt that I feel for you will, I know, be shared by
the ladies of my family."

At a nod from Harold Jake released his hold of the captive, who, without
a word, turned and left the room.

Not a word was spoken for a minute or two after he had left. The
youngest girl was the first to speak.

"The wretch!" she exclaimed. "To think that Herbert Chermside should
turn out such a mean traitor! Papa, I would have let them hang him at
once. It would have served him right. Now he may do us all harm."

"I do not know that you are not right, Ada," Mr. Jackson replied
gravely. "I am far from saying that I acted wisely. Young Chermside has
many friends among the Americans, and it is possible that he may work us
harm. However, my position as a neutral is well established. Officers on
both sides have at times been welcomed here, and his report, therefore,
that our friends here are often with us can do us no harm. Henceforth he
must be regarded as an enemy, and there will always be danger in these
visits. So long as the American outposts are within an hour's ride he
can have the road watched; and, although he is not likely to venture
upon signaling with rockets, he may send or take word on horseback. A
bonfire, too, might be lit at the other side of the hill to call them
over. Altogether you will never be safe from home except when you have a
strong body of your own troops between this and the river."

"I am glad to say," Harvey said, "that in consequence of the news of
Morgan's raids on this side a body of 200 infantry and a troop of
cavalry are to move to-morrow and take up their position by the ford, so
we shall be safe from any surprise from that direction."

"I am very glad to hear it," Mr. Jackson said. "It will relieve me of a
great anxiety. But pray be watchful when you are in this neighborhood.
You have made a bitter enemy, and, after what he has proved himself
capable of, we cannot doubt that he would hesitate at nothing. I
understand," he went on with a smile toward his eldest daughter, "what
is at the bottom of his conduct, and, as I have long suspected his hopes
in that quarter, I am not surprised that he is somewhat hostile to you.
Still, I never for a moment deemed him capable of this."

The next day Mr. Jackson learned that his neighbor had left his
plantation, and had told his servants that he was not likely to return
for some time.

Shortly after this a series of bad luck attended the doings of the
British scouts. Several parties were killed or captured by the enemy,
and they were constantly baffled by false reports, while the Americans
appeared to forestall all their movements. It was only when enterprises
were set on foot and carried out by small bodies that they were ever
successful, anything like combined action by the orders of the officers
constantly turning out ill.

"There must be a traitor somewhere," Peter said upon the return of a
party from an attempt which, although it promised well, had been
frustrated, to carry off a number of cattle from one of the American
depots. "It aint possible that this can be all sheer bad luck. It aint
no one in our company, I'll be bound. We aint had any new recruits
lately, and there aint a man among us whom I could not answer for. There
must be a black sheep in Gregory's or Vincent's corps. The enemy seem up
to every move, and, between us, we have lost more than thirty men in the
last few weeks. There aint no doubt about it--there's a traitor
somewhere and he must be a clever one, and he must have pals with him,
or he couldn't send news of what we are doing so quickly. It beats me
altogether, and the men are all furious."

"I've been talking with some of our men," Peter said a few days
afterward, "and we agree that we are bound to get to the bottom of this
matter. We're sartin sure that the traitor don't belong to us. What we
propose is this, that the hull of us shall go up together, without
saying a word to a soul, and scatter ourselves along the river at all
the points where a chap going with a message to the enemy would be
likely to cross. The night we go out we'll get the three captains all to
give orders to their men for an expedition, so that whoever it is that
sends messages from here would be sure to send over word to the Yankees;
and it'll be hard if we don't ketch him. What do you say?"

"I think the plan is a very good one," Harold answered. "If you like, I
will go with my father and ask Gregory and Vincent to send their men."

Captain Wilson at once went to these officers. They were as much
irritated and puzzled as were their men by the failures which had taken
place, and agreed that, next evening, an order should be issued for the
men of the three corps to act in combination, and to allow it to leak
out that they intended to surprise an American post situated near the
river, twenty-one miles distant. Captain Wilson's scouts, instead of
going with the others, were to act on their own account.

On the day arranged, as soon as it became dark, the forty scouts quietly
left their quarters in small parties and made their way toward the
river, striking it at the point where a messenger would be likely to
cross upon his way to give warning to the American post of the attack
intended to be made upon it. They took post along the river, at a
distance of fifty or sixty yards apart, and silently awaited the result.
Several hours passed and no sound broke the stillness of the woods. An
hour before dawn Peter Lambton heard a slight crack, as that of a
breaking twig. It was some distance back in the woods, but it seemed to
him, by the direction, that the man who caused it would strike the river
between himself and Jake, who was stationed next to him. He noiselessly
stole along toward the point. Another slight sound afforded him a sure
indication of the direction in which the man, whoever he might be, was
approaching. He hastened his steps, and a minute later a negro issued
from the wood close to him. He stood for an instant on the river bank
and was about to plunge in, when Peter threw his arms around him.

Although taken by surprise, the negro struggled desperately and would
have freed himself from the grip of the old scout had not Jake run up
instantly to his comrade's assistance. In a minute the negro was bound
and two shots were then fired, the concerted signal by which it would be
known along the line that a capture had been effected. In a few minutes
the whole body was assembled. The negro, who refused to answer any
questions, was carried far back into the woods and a fire was lighted.

"Now, nigger," Peter said, taking, as captor, the lead in the matter,
"jest tell us right away where you was going and who sent you."

The negro was silent.

"Now, look ye here, darky, you're in the hands of men who are no
jokers. Ef you tell us at once who put ye on to this trick no harm will
happen to you; but ef ye don't we'll jest burn the skin off your body,
bit by bit."

Still the negro was silent.

"Half a dozen of yez," Peter said, "as have got iron ramrods shove them
into the fire. We'll soon find this nigger's tongue."

Not a word was spoken until the ramrods were heated red-hot.

"Now," Peter said, "two of yez clap your ramrods against this
darky's flanks."

The negro struggled as the men approached him, and gave a terrific yell
as the hot iron was applied to his sides.

"I will tell you, sars--oh! have mercy upon me and I will tell you
eberything!"

"I thought," Peter said grimly, "that you'd find a tongue soon enough.
Now, then, who sent you?"

"My massa," the negro answered.

"And who is your master?"

The negro was again silent, but as, at a nod from Peter, the men again
raised the ramrods, he blurted out:

"Massa Chermside."

The name was known to many of the scouts, and a cry of anger broke
from them.

"I thought as much," Harvey said. "I suspected that scoundrel was at the
bottom of it all along. Where is he?" he asked the negro.

"Me not know, sar."

"You mean you won't say," Peter said. "Try the vartue of them
ramrods again."

"No, no!" the negro screamed. "Me swear me do not know where him be. You
may burn me to death if you will, but I could not tell you."

"I think he is speaking the truth," Harvey said. "Wait a minute. Have
you done this before?" he asked the negro.

"Yes, sar. Eight or ten times me swim de river at night."

"With messages to the Americans?"

"Yes, sar; messages to American officers."

"Have you any written message--any letter?"

"No, sar, me never take no letter. Me only carry dis." And he took out
from his hair a tiny ball of paper smaller than a pea.

It was smoothed out, and upon it, were the words, "General Washington."

"Where I go, sar, I show dem dis, and dey know den dat de message can be
believed."

"But how do you get the message? How do you see your master?"

"Master's orders were dat me and two oders were to meet him ebery night,
after it got dark, at a tree a mile from de place where de soldiers are.
Sometimes he no come. When he come he gibs each of us a piece of money
and tell us to carry a message across the river. We start by different
ways, swim across de water in different places, take de message, and
come back to de plantation."

"A pretty business!" Peter said. "Now you must come back with us to the
post and tell your story to the commanding officer. Then we must see if
we can't lay hands on this rascally master of yours."

Upon the news being told, the general in command sent a party out, who,
after searching the house and out-buildings of the plantation in vain,
set fire to them and burned them to the ground. The negroes were all
carried away and employed to labor for the army. The town and all the
surrounding villages were searched, but no trace could be obtained of
the missing man. One of the men of Gregory's corps of scouts
disappeared. He had recently joined, but his appearance, as a man with
beard and whiskers, in no way agreed with that of the planter. He might,
however, have been disguised, and his disappearance was in itself no
proof against him, for the scouts were under no great discipline, and
when tired of the service often left without giving notice of their
intention of doing so. It was, moreover, possible that he might have
fallen by an enemy's bullet.

The strongest proof in favor of the deserter being Chermside was that,
henceforth, the scouts were again as successful as before, often
surprising the enemy successfully.

Now that the ford nearest Mr. Jackson's was strongly guarded, the young
men had no apprehension of any surprise, although such an event was just
possible, as the cavalry on both sides often made great circuits in
their raids upon each other's country. That Chermside was somewhere in
the neighborhood they believed; having, indeed, strong reason for doing
so, as a rifle was one evening fired at them from the wood as they rode
over, the ball passing between their heads. Pursuit, at the time, was
impossible. But the next day a number of scouts searched the woods
without success. Soon after they heard that Chermside had joined the
Americans and obtained a commission in a body of their irregular horse.

Harvey was now formally engaged to Isabelle Jackson, and it was settled
that the wedding should take place in the early spring at New York. When
not on duty he naturally spent a good deal of his time there, and Harold
was frequently with him. Since he had been fired at in the woods
Isabelle had been in the highest state of nervous anxiety lest her
lover's enemy should again try to assassinate him, and she begged Harold
always to come over with him, if possible, as the thought of his riding
alone through the wood filled her with anxiety.

Although he had no order to do so, Jake, whenever he saw Harold and his
friend canter off toward the Jacksons, shouldered his rifle and went out
after them to the house, where, so long as they stayed, he scouted round
and round with the utmost vigilance. Very often Harold was ignorant of
his presence there; but when, after his return, he found, by questioning
him, how he had been employed, he remonstrated with him on such
excessive precaution.

"Can't be too cautious, massa," Jake said. "You see dat fellow come one
of dese days."

Jake's presentiment turned out correct. One evening when, with several
friends, the young men were at Mr. Jackson's the sound of the report of
a rifle was heard at a short distance.

"That must be Jake's rifle!" Harold exclaimed.

"Quick, Harvey, to your horse!"

It was too late. As they reached the door a strong party of American
cavalry dashed up to it.

"Surround the house!" an officer shouted. "Do not let a soul escape!"

The young men ran upstairs again.

"We are caught," Harvey said. "Escape is cut off. The Yankee cavalry are
all round the house. Good-by, Isabelle. We shall meet one of these days
again, dear." The girl threw herself into his arms.

"Be calm, love!" he said. "Do not let this scoundrel have the
satisfaction of triumphing over you."

A moment later Chermside, accompanied by several soldiers,
entered the room.

"I am sorry to disturb so pleasant a party," he said in a sneering
voice, "but if Americans choose to entertain the enemies of their
country they must expect these little disagreeables."

Mr. Jackson abruptly turned his back upon him, and no one else spoke,
although he was personally well known to all.

"These are the two men," he said to the soldiers--"two of the most
notorious scouts and spies on the frontier. We will take them to
headquarters, where a short shrift and two strong ropes will be
their lot."

"The less the word spy is in the mouth of such a pitiful traitor as
yourself the better, I should say," Harvey said quietly; and, walking
forward with Harold, he placed himself in the hands of the soldiers.

No one else spoke. Isabelle had fainted when she heard the threat of
execution against her lover. Ada stood before her with a look of
such anger and contempt on her young face that Chermside fairly
winced under it.

"To horse!" he said sullenly, and, turning, followed his men and
prisoners downstairs.

The troop, Harold saw, numbered some 200 sabers. They had with them a
number of riderless horses, whose accouterments showed that they
belonged to an English regiment; most of the men, too, had sacks of
plunder upon their horses. They had evidently made a successful raid,
and had probably attacked a post and surprised and driven off the
horses of a squadron of cavalry, and were now on their return toward
their lines.

"This is an awkward business, Harold," Harvey said as, in the midst
of their captors, they galloped off from the Jacksons'. "Of course
it's all nonsense about our being hung. Still, I have no wish to see
the inside of a prison, where we may pass years before we are
exchanged. Once handed over to the authorities we shall be safe; but
I shall not feel that we are out of danger so long as we are in this
scoundrel's hands. Fortunately there are officers of superior rank to
himself with the squadron, otherwise I have no doubt at all that he
would hang us at once."

Such was indeed the case, and Chermside was, at that moment, fuming
intensely at the chance which had thrown his rival in his hands at a
time when he was powerless to carry out his vengeance. He had, indeed,
ventured to suggest that it would be less trouble to hang the prisoners
at once, but the major in command had so strongly rebuked him for the
suggestion that he had at once been silenced.

"I blush that I should have heard such words from the mouth of an
American officer. It is by such deeds, sir, that our cause is too often
disgraced. We are soldiers fighting for the independence of our
country--not lawless marauders. Had these men been taken in their
civilian dress over on our side of the river they would have been tried
and hung as spies; but they were on neutral ground, and, in fact, in the
rear of their own posts. There is no shadow of defense for such an
accusation. Should I ever hear a similar suggestion I shall at once
report your conduct to General Washington, who will know how to deal
with you."

"I wonder what has become of Jake," Harold said to his comrade. "I trust
he was not shot down."

"Not he," Harvey said. "He made off after firing his rifle, you may be
sure, when he saw that there was nothing to be done. The fellow can run
like a hare, and I have no doubt that, by this time, he has either got
back to the village and given the alarm there or has made for the ford.
There are 100 cavalry there now as well as the infantry. Jake will be
there in an hour from the time he started. The dragoons will be in the
saddle five minutes later, and it is just possible they may cut off our
retreat before we have crossed the river. Peter is on duty there, and,
if he happens to be at the post when Jake arrives, he will hurry up with
all the scouts he can collect."

Jake had taken flight as Harvey supposed. He had, after firing his
rifle, taken to the wood, and had remained near the house long enough to
see which way the cavalry rode when they started. Then he made for the
post at the ford at the top of his speed. It was less than an hour from
starting when he arrived there, and three minutes later the cavalry
trumpets were blowing "To horse!" After giving his message to the
officer in command Jake went into the village, where the sounds of the
trumpet brought all the soldiers into the street.

"Hullo, Jake! is that you?" a familiar voice asked. "What the tarnal
is up now?"

Jake hastily related what had taken place.

"Tarnation!" Peter exclaimed. "This is a bad job. They're making, no
doubt, for Finchley's Ford, fifteen mile down the river. With an hour's
start they're sure to be there before us."

"What are you going to do, Peter? Are you thinking of running wid
de cavalry?"

"Thinking of running to the moon!" the scout said contemptuously. "You
can run well, I don't deny, Jake, but you couldn't run fifteen mile with
the dragoons; and, if you could, you'd get there too late. Yer bellows
are going pretty fast already. Now don't stand staring there, but hurry
through the camp and get all our boys together. Tell them to meet by the
water side. Get Gregory and Vincent's men as well as our own. There's
twenty or thirty altogether in the place."

Without asking a question Jake ran off to carry out the orders, and, in
a few minutes, twenty-four men were collected together on the bank.

"Now, you fellows," Peter said, "we've got to rescue these two chaps out
of the hands of the Yankees. Them who don't want to jine--and mind you
the venture is a risky one--had better say so at once and stop behind."

No one moved.

"What I propose is this: we'll take the ferryboat, which aint no good
to no one, seeing as how the Yankees are on one side of the river and
we the other, and we'll drop down the stream about ten mile. Then we'll
land on their side of the river and strike inland, hiding the boat
under the bushes somewhere. They'll halt for the night when they're
safe across the river. There's five or six hundred of their infantry
camped on the ford. There's two hundred on our side, but the Yankees'll
ride through in the dark and get across before the redcoats are awake.
Now, I propose that, after we've landed, we make a sweep round until we
get near the Yanks' camp. Then the rest'll wait and two or three of
us'll go in and see if we can't get the young fellows out of wherever
they've put 'em. Then we'll jine you and make a running fight of it
back to the boat."

The others assented. The boat was amply large enough for all, and,
pulling her out into the stream, they dropped down, keeping under
shelter of the trees on the British side. Half an hour after they had
started they heard the faint sound of distant musketry.

"There," Peter said, "the Yanks are riding through the British camp,
close to the ford."

A few more shots were heard, and then all was silent. The stream was
swift, for it was swollen by recent rains, and at three in the morning
the boat touched the bank about a mile above the ford. The party
disembarked noiselessly and, fastening the boat to a tree, moved along
toward the camp.

When they were within four or five hundred yards of the village Peter
chose Jake and two others of his band, and, telling the rest to remain
where they were, ready for action, he struck inland. He made a _détour_
and came in at the back of the camp.

Here there were no sentries, as the only danger to be apprehended was
upon the side of the river. Peter therefore entered boldly. In front of
the principal house a sentry was walking up and down, and he, in the
free-and-easy manner usual in the American army, gladly entered into
conversation with the newcomers.

"All pretty quiet about here?" Peter asked. "We're from the West, and
have jest come down to do a little fighting with the Britishers. I
reckon they aint far off now?"

"They are just across the river," the sentry said. "Have you come far?"

"We've made something like two hundred mile this week, and mean to have
a day or two's rest before we begin. We've done some Injun fighting, my
mates and me, in our time, and we says to ourselves it was about time we
burned a little powder against the redcoats. Things seem quiet enough
about here. Nothing doing, eh?"

"Not much," the sentry said; "just skirmishes. Some of our cavalry came
across through the redcoats late to-night. I hear they have got a
quantity of plunder and some fine horses, and they have brought in a
couple of the British scouts."

"And what have they done with 'em?" Peter asked. "Strung 'em up,
I suppose."

"No, no; we aint fighting Indians now; we don't hang our prisoners. No,
they are safe under guard over there in the cavalry camp, and will be
taken to headquarters to-morrow."

"Waal," Peter said, stretching himself, "I feel mighty tired and shall
jest look for a soft place for an hour's sleep before morning."

So saying he sauntered away, and the sentry resumed his walk.

Peter and his three companions now moved off toward the spot where, as
the sentry had indicated, the cavalry were encamped. They were not in
tents, but were sleeping wrapped up in their blankets. Two tents had
been erected, lent probably by the infantry on the spot. One was much
larger than the other, and sentries were placed before each. They had
some difficulty in making their way, for the night was dark, and the
cavalry had picketed their horses without order or regularity. In their
search they had to use great caution to avoid stumbling over the
sleeping men, but at last they saw the tents faintly against the sky.
They crawled cautiously up. There were two sentries on the smaller tent.

"Now, Jake," Peter whispered, "you're the blackest and so had better do
the trick. Don't cut a hole in the tent, for they'd be safe to hear the
canvas tear. Crawl under. It's, been put up in haste and aint likely to
be pinned down very tight. They're safe to be bound, and when you've cut
the cords and given them time to get the use of their feet, then crawl
along and jine us."

Jake did as he was instructed. One of the sentries was pacing up and
down before the entrance, the other making a circuit round the tent. The
circle was a somewhat large one to avoid stumbling over the tent ropes.
Jake, watching his opportunity, had no difficulty in crawling up and
squeezing himself under the canvas before the sentry returned.

"Hush!" he whispered, as he let the canvas fall behind him. "It's Jake."

Both the captives were fast asleep. Jake, feeling about in the darkness,
found them, one after the other, and, putting his hands on their mouths
to prevent them making an exclamation, he woke them, and soon cut the
cords with which they were bound hand and foot. Then in whispers he told
them what had happened. They chafed their limbs to produce circulation,
for they had been tightly tied, and then, one by one, they crawled out
of the tent.

Harvey went first and was safely across before the sentry returned.
Harold followed; but, as he went, in his hurry he struck a tent rope.

"What's that?" the sentry in front asked sharply. "Bill, was that you?"

"No," his comrade replied. "Something's up. Look into the tent."

And, so saying, he ran round behind, while the sentry in front rushed
into the tent and, kicking about with his feet, soon found that it
was empty.

Jake, on hearing the exclamation, at once crawled from the tent; but, as
he did so, the sentry, running round, saw him and leveled his rifle.
Before he could fire a shot was heard and the man fell dead.

Jake started to his feet and joined his friends. The other sentry also
discharged his rifle, and the whole camp awoke and sprang to their feet.
The horses, alarmed at the sudden tumult, plunged and kicked; men
shouted and swore, everyone asking what was the matter. Then loud cries
were heard that the sentry was shot and the prisoners had escaped.

Running closely together and knocking down all who stood in their way,
the fugitives hurried in the darkness until at the edge of the camp, and
then started at full speed.

The trumpets were now sounding to horse, and several shots were fired
after them. Many of the horses had not been unsaddled, and mounted men
at once dashed off. Several had seen the little party rush away, and the
horsemen were speedily on their track. The six men ran at the top of
their speed and were soon close to their hidden friends.

"This way! this way! I see them!" shouted a voice, which Harold and
Harvey recognized as that of their enemy, who, a minute later, galloped
up with half a dozen troopers. It was not until he was within a few
yards that his figure was clearly discernible; then Peter Lambton's
rifle flashed out, and the planter fell from his horse with a bullet in
his brain.

Jake and the other two men also fired, and the horsemen, astonished at
their number, reined in their horses to await the coming up of more of
their comrades.

In another minute the fugitives were with their friends, and, at a rapid
trot, the whole ran up the river bank toward the spot where they had
hidden their boat.

The country was covered with brushwood and forest and, as the cavalry,
now swollen to a considerable force, advanced, they were greeted by so
heavy a fire that, astonished at this strong force of foes upon their
side of the river, and not knowing how numerous they might be, they
halted and waited for the infantry to come up. Long before the enemy
were prepared to advance against the unknown foe the scouts reached
their boat and crossed safely to the other side.

Shortly after this adventure Mr. Jackson and his family moved for the
winter to New York, where, soon after their arrival, the wedding
between Harvey and Isabella took place, the former retiring from the
corps of scouts.




CHAPTER XI.


THE CAPTURE OF PHILADELPHIA.

During the course of the spring of 1777 a large number of loyal
colonists had volunteered their services. They had been embodied into
battalions, and when the army prepared to take the field they were
placed in garrisons in New York and other places, thus permitting the
employment of the whole of the British force in the field. The Americans
had occupied themselves in strongly fortifying the more defensible
positions, especially those in a mountain tract of country called the
Manor of Courland. This was converted into a sort of citadel, where
large quantities of provisions, forage, and stores of all kinds were
collected. About fifty miles from New York, up the North River, was a
place called Peekskill, which served as a port to the Manor of Courland.
The country was so difficult and mountainous that General Howe shrank
from engaging his army in it. He determined, however, to attack and
destroy Peekskill, and a party of 500 men, under the command of Colonel
Bird of the Fifteenth Regiment, were sent up the river in two transports
to destroy it. The garrison, consisting of 800 men, set fire to the
place and withdrew without firing a shot. The British completed the
destruction of the stores and returned to New York.

A little later 2000 men were sent on a similar expedition against the
town of Danbury, another place on the confines of Courland Manor, where
great stores had also been collected. They proceeded up the East River
and landed at Camp's Point. They started on foot at ten o'clock at
night, and after a ten hours' march arrived at eight o'clock at Danbury.
The enemy evacuated the place on their approach, and the English set
fire to the great magazines filled with stores of all kinds.

The news of the march of the English had spread rapidly, and the enemy
assembled from all quarters and posted themselves under the command of
General Arnold at a town called Ridgefield, through which the English
would have to pass on their return. Here they threw up intrenchments. It
was late in the afternoon when the English, fatigued with the long
march, arrived at this spot. They did not hesitate, but when the
Americans opened fire they boldly assailed the intrenchments and carried
them with the bayonet. They were unable to march further, and lying down
so as to form an oblong square, slept till morning. All night the
Americans continued to come up in great force, and in the morning as the
troops advanced a terrible fire was opened upon them from the houses and
stone walls in which the country abounded. The British had to fight
every foot of their way. General Wooster had brought up some
field-artillery on the side of the Americans. Gradually the column
fought its way forward until it arrived within half a mile of Camp's
Point. Here two strong bodies of the enemy barred their way. The column
was by this time greatly exhausted; the men had had no real rest for
three days and two nights, and several dropped on the road with fatigue.
Brigadier General Erskine picked out 400 of those who were in the best
condition and attacked the two bodies of the enemy with such vigor that
he put them utterly to flight, and the column, again advancing, reached
their destination without further molestation. Nearly 200 men, including
10 officers, were killed and wounded on the part of the British; the
loss of the Americans was still greater, and General Wooster and some
field officers were among the slain.

Many other skirmishes took place with varied success. The Americans at
Bondwick, seven miles from Brunswick, 1200 in number, were surprised and
routed by Cornwallis, while on the other hand the American Colonel Meigs
carried out a most dashing expedition by crossing to Long Island and
destroying a quantity of stores at a place called Sag Harbor, burning a
dozen brigs and sloops which lay there, taking 90 prisoners, and
returning safely across the Sound.

In June Washington with 8000 men was encamped in a strong position at
Middlebrook. General Howe, although he had 30,000 men, hesitated to
attack him here. By a feigned retreat he succeeded in drawing General
Washington from his stronghold and inflicted a decisive defeat on 3000
of his men. Washington fell back to his position in the mountains, and
General Howe retired altogether from Jersey and withdrew his troops to
Staten Island. A dashing feat was executed at this time by Colonel
Barton of the American army. Learning that General Prescott, who
commanded at Rhode Island, had his headquarters at a distance of a mile
from his troops, he crossed from the mainland in two boats, seized the
general in his bed, and carried him off through the British fleet. The
object of this dashing enterprise was to obtain a general to exchange
for the American General Lee, who had been captured by the British.

General Howe, in June, again marched against Washington and again fell
back without doing anything. Had he, instead of thus frittering away his
strength, marched to the Delaware, crossed that river, and advanced
against Philadelphia, Washington would have been forced to leave his
stronghold and either fight in the open or allow that important city to
fall into the hands of the English.

General Howe now embarked his army in transports. Had he sailed up the
North River to Albany he would have effected a junction with General
Burgoyne's army, which was advancing from Canada, and with the united
force could have marched through America from end to end as he chose.
Instead of doing so he sailed down to Chesapeake Bay and there
disembarked the whole army, which had been pent up in transports from
July 3 to August 24. Not till September 11 did they advance in earnest
toward Philadelphia. The Americans thus had ample time to take up a
strong position and fortify it. This they did on the other side of
Brandywine Creek. Under cover of a cannonade the British advanced,
mastered the fort, and carried the intrenchments. General Sullivan, with
a considerable force, had now arrived, accompanied by General Washington
himself. He took up his position a short distance from the Brandywine,
his artillery well placed and his flanks covered with woods.

The following afternoon the British attacked. The Americans fought well,
but the British were not to be denied, and rushing forward drove the
enemy from their position into the woods in their rear. Here they made a
stand and were only dislodged after a desperate resistance. The greater
portion of them fled in all directions. Washington himself, with his
guns and a small force, retreated eight miles from Chester and then
marched by Derby to Philadelphia. Here he waited three days rallying his
troops, and then, having recruited his stores from the magazines,
marched away.

All this time the British remained inactive on the ground they had won.
In the battle the Americans lost 300 killed, 600 wounded, and 400
prisoners. Several guns were also taken. The British lost 100 killed and
400 wounded.

On September 20 they advanced toward Philadelphia. The American General
Wayne had concealed himself in the woods with 1500 men, with the
intention of harassing the rear of the British army. News of this having
been obtained, Major General Grey was dispatched at once to surprise
him; he ordered his men not to load, but to rely wholly on the bayonet.
The success of the expedition was complete. General Wayne's outpost was
surprised and the British troops rushed into his encampment. Three
hundred of the Americans were killed or wounded and 100 taken prisoners.
The rest escaped through the woods. On the English side 1 officer was
killed and 7 privates killed and wounded.

The capture of Philadelphia was an important advantage to the British,
but it could not be thoroughly utilized until the fleet could come up
the river to the town. The American Congress, which had sat at
Philadelphia until General Howe approached the town, had taken extensive
measures for rendering the passage impracticable. Three rows of
chevaux-de-frise, composed of immense beams of timber bolted and
fastened together and stuck with iron spikes, were sunk across the
channel, and these lines were protected by batteries. At these forts
were fourteen large rowboats, each carrying a heavy cannon, two floating
batteries carrying nine guns each, and a number of fireships and rafts.

The forts commanding the chevaux-de-frise were abandoned on the
approach of the British, and Captain Hammond of the _Roebuck_
succeeded, in spite of the opposition of the enemy's boats and
batteries, in making an opening through the chevaux-de-frise
sufficiently wide for the fleet to pass.

Large numbers of troops having been sent away from Germantown, a place
seven miles from Philadelphia, where the main body of the British army
were posted, General Washington determined to attempt the surprise of
that position. For this purpose he re-enforced his army by drawing 1500
troops from Peekskill and 1000 from Virginia, and at daybreak on October
4, under cover of a thick fog, he made an attack on the troops posted at
the head of the village.

Half of the British force lay on one side of the village, and half on
the other, and had the attack upon the place succeeded the British army
would have been cut in two. The village was held by the Fortieth
Regiment, who, fighting obstinately, were driven back among the houses.
The Americans were pushing forward in five heavy columns, when
Lieutenant Colonel Musgrave, who commanded the Fortieth, threw himself
into a large stone house. Here he offered a desperate resistance, and so
impeded the advance of the enemy that time was given for the rest of the
British troops to get under arms.

General Washington ordered a whole brigade of infantry to attack the
house and turned four guns against it. Colonel Musgrave and his men
resisted desperately and held the post until Major General Grey, with
the Third Brigade, and Brigadier General Agnew, with the Fourth Brigade,
came up and attacked the enemy with great spirit. The engagement was for
some time very hot. At length a part of the right wing fell upon the
enemy's flank, and the Americans retired with great precipitation. The
fog was so dense that no pursuit could be attempted.

On the part of the English 600 were killed and wounded. The loss of the
Americans amounted to between 200 and 300 killed, 600 wounded, and 400
taken prisoners. General Howe had on the previous night been acquainted
with the intention of General Washington to attack the place, and had he
taken the proper measures to have received them the American army would
have been destroyed. He took no measures whatever, gave no warning to
the army, and suffered the camp to be taken by surprise.

After this battle the fleet and army united, cleared away the
chevaux-de-frise across the Delaware, and took the forts commanding them
after some hard fighting.

The passage of the Delaware being thus opened and the water
communication secured, the army went to their winter quarters at
Philadelphia.

Captain Wilson, and his son had taken no part in any of these
operations, as a short time after the capture of Harold and Harvey by
the American cavalry the company had been disbanded. The men, when they
entered the service, had volunteered for a year. This time already had
been greatly exceeded--twenty months had passed since the battle of
Bunker's Hill--and although the men were willing to continue to give
their services so long as it appeared to them that there was a prospect
of a favorable termination of the war, no such hope any longer remained
in their minds. The great army which England had sent over had done
nothing toward restoring the king's authority in the colonies, and if,
after a year's fighting, its outposts were still within a few miles of
New York, how could it be expected or even hoped that it could ever
subdue a country containing hundreds of thousands of square miles? The
retreat from the Delaware and the virtual handing over of New Jersey
again to Washington was the finishing stroke which decided the
volunteers to demand their discharge, according to the terms of their
engagement. Except during the Canadian campaign they had had but little
fighting, nor in such a warfare as that which General Howe was carrying
on was there much scope for their services. Many of the gentlemen who
formed the majority of the company, and who for the most part had
friends and connections in England, sailed for that country; some had
left wives and families on their estates when they took up arms; and
most of them, despairing of the final success of the war, had instructed
their agents to sell these estates for any sum that they would fetch;
others--among them Captain Wilson--now followed their example. It was
but a mere tithe of the value of the property that was obtained, for
money was scarce in the colonies, and so many had sold out and gone to
England, rather than take part on one side or the other of the
fratricidal strife, that land and houses fetched but nominal prices.

Mrs. Wilson had long since gone to England, and her husband, having made
arrangements for the disposal of his property, now determined to join
her. Fortunately he possessed means, irrespective of his estate in
America. This had come to him through his wife, and his own fortune and
the money obtained by the sale of his commission had remained invested
in English securities. While determined on this course for himself, he
left it to his son to choose his own career. Harold was now nearly
eighteen, and his life of adventure and responsibility had made a man of
him. His father would have preferred that he should have returned with
him to England, but Harold finally decided upon remaining. In war men's
passions become heated, the original cause of quarrel sinks into
comparative insignificance, and the desire for victory, the
determination to resist, and a feeling of something like individual
hatred for the enemy become predominant motives of the strife.

This was especially the case in the American war. On both sides there
were many circumstances which heightened the passions of the combatants.
The loyalists in the English ranks had been ruined by the action of
their opponents--many had been reduced from wealth to poverty, and each
man felt a deep passion of resentment at what he regarded his personal
grievance. Then, too, the persistent misrepresentations both of facts
and motives on the part of the American writers and speakers added to
the irritation. The loyalists felt that there were vast numbers
throughout the colonies who agreed with them and regarded Congress as a
tyrannical faction rather than the expression of the general will. In
this, no doubt, they were to some extent mistaken, for by this time the
vast majority of the people had joined heart and soul in the conflict.
Men's passions had become so stirred up that it was difficult for any to
remain neutral; and although there were still large numbers of loyalists
throughout the States, the vast bulk of the people had resolved that the
only issue of the contest was complete and entire separation from the
mother country.

Harold had now entered passionately into the struggle. He was in
constant contact with men who had been ruined by the war. He heard only
one side of the question, and he was determined, so long as England
continued the struggle, to fight on for a cause which he considered
sacred. He was unable to regard the prospects of success as hopeless; he
saw the fine army which England had collected; he had been a witness of
the defeat of the Americans whenever they ventured to stand the shock of
the British battalions; and in spite of the unsatisfactory nature of the
first campaign, he could not bring himself to believe that such an army
could fail.

When the company was disbanded he decided to continue to serve as a
scout, but, sharing in the general disgust in the army at the incapacity
of General Howe, he determined to take ship again for Canada and take
service under General Burgoyne, who was preparing with a well-appointed
army to invade the States from that side.

When he communicated his determination to Peter Lambton the latter at
once agreed to accompany him.

"I've gone into this business," the hunter said, "and I mean to see it
through. Settling down don't suit me. I aint got any friends at New
York, and I'd be miserable just loafing about all day doing nothing. No,
I'll see this business out to the end, and I'd much rather go with you
than anyone else."

Jake was of the same opinion. Accustomed all his life to obey orders and
to the life on his master's plantation, he would not have known what to
do if left to his own devices. Captain Wilson pointed out to him that he
could easily obtain work on the wharves of New York or as a laborer on a
farm, but Jake would not listen to the proposal and was hurt at the
thought that he could leave his young master's side as long as Harold
continued in the war.

Accordingly, the day after Captain Wilson sailed for England the three
comrades embarked in a ship for Halifax, whence another vessel took them
to Quebec. They then sailed up the river to Montreal and took service as
scouts in General Burgoyne's army.

For political reasons General Burgoyne had been appointed to the command
of the expedition which had been, prepared, and General Carleton,
naturally offended at being passed over, at once resigned the
governorship. His long residence in Canada, his knowledge of the
country, of the manners of its inhabitants and the extent of its
resources, and his acquaintance with the character of the Indians,
rendered him far more fit for command than was General Burgoyne. In
military knowledge and experience, too, he was his superior, and had he
retained a command the fate of the expedition would probably have been
very different.

The army under General Burgoyne consisted of 7173 men, exclusive of
artillerymen. Of these about half were Germans. The Canadians were
called upon to furnish men sufficient to occupy the woods on the
frontier and to provide men for the completion of the fortifications at
Sorrel, St. John's, Chamblée, and Isle-aux-Noix, to furnish horses and
carts for carriage, and to make roads when necessary. A naval force was
to go forward with him on the lake. The Indian question had again to be
decided. Several tribes volunteered to join the British. General
Burgoyne hesitated, as General Carleton had done before, to accept their
services, and only did so finally on the certainty that if he refused
their offers they would join the Americans. He resolved to use them as
little as possible. He knew that their object in all wars was murder and
destruction, and although he wished to conquer the Americans, he did not
desire to exterminate them.

On June 16, 1777, General Burgoyne advanced from St. John's. The naval
force had preceded the army and opened a way for its advance. The troops
were carried in a flotilla of boats, and under the protection of the
fleet passed Lake Champlain and landed at Crown Point.

Harold and his companions had joined the army a fortnight previously,
and as they crossed the lake with the fleet they could not but
remember their last expedition there. At Crown Point they were joined
by 1000 Indians, who marched round the lake, and at this place General
Burgoyne gave them a great feast and afterward made a speech to them,
exhorting them to abstain from all cruelty, to avoid any ill-treatment
of unarmed combatants, and to take as prisoners all combatants who
fell into their hands.

But while thus exhorting the Indians to behave with humanity and
moderation, the general took a most ill-judged step, which not only
did the English cause great harm, but was used by the Americans with
much effect as a proof of the cruel way in which England warred
against the colonists. He issued a proclamation threatening to punish
with the utmost severity all who refused to attach themselves to the
British cause, and at the same time he magnified the ferocity of the
Indians; pointing out with great emphasis their eagerness to butcher
those who continued hostile to the mother country, whose interests
they had espoused.

This proclamation was naturally construed by the Americans as a threat
to deliver over to the tender mercies of the Indians to slay, scalp, and
destroy all who ventured to resist the authority of the king.

The Americans had fallen back on the approach of the British, and upon
the landing being effected, the scouts were instantly sent forward.

Among the Indians who had joined at Crown Point were the Senecas--among
them their old friend Deer Tail.

The scouts received no particular orders and were free to regulate their
own movements. Their duty was to reconnoiter the country ahead and to
bring in any information they might gather as to numbers and positions
of the enemy.

Finding that Peter and his companions were about to start, Deer Tail
said that, instead of waiting for the feast, he would take five of his
warriors and accompany them.

It was at Ticonderoga that the Americans had prepared to make their
first stand. The place lies on the western shore of the lake a few miles
to the northward of the narrow inlet uniting Lake Champlain to Lake
George. It was to reconnoiter the fort that the party now set out. News
had been brought that the Americans had been executing great additional
works, and the British general was anxious to learn the nature of these
before he advanced.

It was certain that the enemy would on their side have sent out scouts
to ascertain the movements of the royal army, and the party proceeded
with the greatest care. They marched in the usual fashion--in Indian
file; the Seneca chief led the way, followed by one of his braves; then
came Peter, Harold, and Jake; the other Senecas marched in the rear.

When they came within a few miles of the fort their progress was marked
with profound caution. Not a word was spoken, their tread was noiseless,
and the greatest pains were taken to avoid stepping on a twig or dried
stick. The three scouts when they left St. John's had abandoned their
boots and had taken to Indian moccasins. Several times slight murmurs
were heard in the forest, and once a party of four American frontiersmen
were seen in the wood. The party halted and crouched in the bushes. The
Senecas turned toward Peter as if asking if an attack should be made,
but the latter shook his head. A single shot would have been heard far
away in the woods and their further progress would have been arrested.
Their object now was not to fight, but to penetrate close to the
American intrenchments.

When the enemy had passed on the party continued its way. As they neared
the fort the caution observed increased. Several times they halted,
while the Seneca, with one of his braves, crawled forward to see that
all was clear. At last they stood on the edge of a great clearing.
Before them, just within gunshot range, stood the fort of Ticonderoga.
Peter Lambton was well acquainted with it, and beyond the fact that the
space around had been cleared of all trees and the stockades and
earthworks repaired, little change could be seen.

As he was gazing the Indian touched his shoulder and pointed to a high
hill on the opposite side of the narrow straits. This had been cleared
of trees and on the top a strong fort had been erected. Many cannon were
to be seen along its crest, the roofs of huts, and a large number of
men. Halfway up the hill was another battery and a third, still lower
down, to sweep the landing.

"They've been working hard," the hunter said, "and the army'll have a
mighty tough job before it. What do you think of that, Harold?"

"It is a very strong position," Harold said, "and will cost us a
tremendous number of men to take it. The fort cannot be attacked till
that hill has been carried, for its guns completely command all this
clearing."

For some time they stood gazing at the works, standing well back
among the trees, so as to be screened from all observation. At last
Harold said:

"Look at that other hill behind. It is a good bit higher than that which
they have fortified and must be within easy range both of it and the
fort. I don't see any works there--do you?"

Peter and the Seneca chief both gazed long and earnestly at the hill and
agreed that they could see no fortification there.

"It won't do to have any doubt about it," Peter said. "We must go round
and have a look at it."

"We shall have to cross the river," Harold remarked.

"Ay, cross it we must," Peter said. "That hill's got to be inspected."

They withdrew into the wood again and made a circuitous deviation till
they came down upon the river, two miles above Ticonderoga. They could
not reach the water itself, as a road ran along parallel with it and the
forest was cleared away for some distance. A number of men could be seen
going backward and forward on the road.

Having made their observations, the scouts retired again into a thick
part of the forest and waited till nightfall.

"How are we to get across?" Harold asked Peter. "It's a good long swim,
and we could not carry our muskets and ammunition across."

"Easy enough," the scout said. "Didn't you notice down by the road a
pile of planks? I suppose a wagon has broke down there, and the planks
have been turned out and nobody has thought anything more about 'em.
We'll each take a plank, fasten our rifle and ammunition on it, and swim
across; there won't be any difficulty about that. Then, when we've seen
what's on the top of that 'ere hill, we'll tramp round to the other end
of the lake. I heard that the army was to advance half on each side, so
we'll meet 'em coming."

When it was perfectly dark they left their hiding place and crossed the
clearing to the spot where Peter had seen the planks. Each took one of
them and proceeded to the river side. Peter, Harold, and Jake divested
themselves of some of their clothes and fastened these with their rifles
and ammunition to the planks. To the Indians the question of getting wet
was one of entire indifference, and they did not even take off their
hunting shirts. Entering the water the party swam noiselessly across to
the other side, pushing their planks before them. On getting out they
carried the planks for some distance, as their appearance by the water's
edge might excite a suspicion on the part of the Americans that the
works had been reconnoitered.

After hiding the planks in the bushes they made their way to Sugar Hill,
as the eminence was called. The ascent was made with great
circumspection, the Indians going on first. No signs of the enemy were
met with, and at last the party stood on the summit of the hill. It was
entirely unoccupied by the Americans.

"Well, my fine fellows," laughed the scout, "I reckon ye've been doing a
grist of work, and ye might jest as well have been sitting down quietly
smoking yer pipes. What on arth possessed ye to leave this hill
unguarded?"

In point of fact General St. Clair, who commanded the Americans, had
perceived that his position was commanded from this spot. He had only
3000 men under him, and he considered this number too small to hold
Ticonderoga, Mount Independence, and Sugar Hill. The two former posts
could afford no assistance to the garrison of a fort placed on Sugar
Hill, and that place must therefore fall if attacked by the British. On
the other hand, he hoped that, should the attention of the English not
be called to the importance of the position by the erection of works
upon it, it might be overlooked, and that General Burgoyne on his
arrival might at once attack the position which he had prepared with so
much care.

Having ascertained that the hill was unoccupied, Peter proposed at once
to continue the march. Harold suggested to him that it would be better
to wait until morning, as from their lofty position they would be able
to overlook the whole of the enemy's lines of defense and might obtain
information of vital importance to the general. Peter saw the advantage
of the suggestion. Two of the Indians were placed on watch, and the rest
of the party lay down to sleep. At daybreak they saw that the delay had
been fully justified, for they had now a view of the water which
separated Ticonderoga from Mount Independence, and perceived that the
Americans had made a strong bridge of communication between these posts.
Twenty-two piers had been sunk at equal distances, and between them
boats were placed, fastened with chains to the piers. A strong bridge of
planks connected the whole. On the Lake Champlain side of the bridge a
boom, composed of great trees fastened together with double chains, had
been placed. Thus, not only had communication been established across
the stream, but an effectual barrier erected to the passage of the
fleet. Fully satisfied with the result of their investigations, the
party set out on their return.




CHAPTER XII.


THE SETTLER'S HUT.

Before starting they stood for a minute or two looking over the forest
which they were to traverse. To Harold's eyes all appeared quiet and
still. Here and there were clearings where settlers had established
themselves; but, with these exceptions, the forest stretched away like a
green sea.

"Tarnation!" Peter exclaimed. "We'll have all our work to get through
safely; eh, chief?"

The Seneca nodded.

"What makes you say so?" Harold asked in surprise. "I see nothing."

Peter looked at him reproachfully.

"I'm downright ashamed of ye, lad. You should have been long enough in
the woods by this time to know smoke when you see it. Why, there it is
curling up from the trees in a dozen--ay, in a score of places. There
must be hundreds of men out scouting or camping in them woods."

Harold looked fixedly again at the forests, but even now he could not
detect the signs which were so plain to the scout.

"You may call me as blind as a bat, Peter," he said with a laugh, "but I
can see nothing. Looking hard I imagine I can see a light mist here and
there, but I believe it is nothing but fancy."

"It's clear enough to me, lad, and to the redskins. What do you
say, chief?"

"Too much men," the Seneca replied sententiously.

For another minute or two he and Peter stood watching the forest, and
then in a few words consulted together as to the best line to follow to
avoid meeting the foe who, to their eyes, swarmed in the forest.

"It's mighty lucky," the hunter said as they turned to descend the hill,
which was covered with trees to its very summit, "that they're white men
and not redskins out in the woods, there. I don't say that there's not
many frontiersmen who know the way of the woods as well as the redskins.
I do myself, and when it comes to fighting we can lick 'em on their own
ground; but in scouting we aint nowhere--not the best of us. The redskin
seems to have an instinct more like that of an animal than a man. I
don't say as he can smell a man a mile off as a dog can do, but he seems
to know when the enemy's about; his ears can hear noises which we can't;
his eyes see marks on the ground when the keenest-sighted white man sees
nothing. If that wood was as full of redskins as it is of whites to-day,
our sculps wouldn't be worth a charge of powder."

"You are not going to follow the shores of the lake, I suppose?"
Harold asked.

"No," Peter said. "They'll be as thick as peas down there, watching for
the first sight of our fleet. No, we must just keep through the woods
and be as still and as silent as if the trees had ears. You'd best look
to the priming of yer piece before we goes further, for it's likely
enough you'll have to use it before the day's done, and a miss-fire
might cost you yer life. Tell that nigger of yourn that he's not to open
his mouth again till I gives him leave."

With a long stealthy tread the party descended the mountain and took
their way through the woods. Every hundred yards or so they stopped and
listened intently. When any noise, even of the slightest kind, was
heard, all dropped to the ground until the chief had scouted round and
discovered the way was clear. Once or twice they heard the sound of
men's voices and a distant laugh, but they passed on without seeing
those who uttered them.

Presently they again heard voices, this time raised as if in angry
dispute. The Seneca would, as before, have made a long _détour_ to avoid
them, but Peter said.

"Let's have a squint at what's going on, chief."

With redoubled caution they again advanced until they stood at the edge
of the clearing. It was a patch of land some hundred yards wide, and
extending from the shore of the lake nearly a quarter of a mile inland.
In the center stood a log hut, neatly and carefully built. A few flowers
grew around the house, and the whole bore signs of greater neatness and
comfort than was usual in the cabins of the backwood settlers.

The point where the party had reached the edge of the wood was
immediately opposite the house. Near it stood a group of some twenty
men, one of whom, apparently their leader, was gesticulating angrily as
he addressed a man who stood facing him.

"I tell ye, ye're a darned royalist--ye're a traitor to the country, and
I've a mind to hang ye and all belonging to ye to the nearest bough."

"I tell you," the man answered calmly, but in the still air every word
he said could be heard by those at the edge of the forest, "I hae
naething to do with the trouble ane way or the ither. I am a quiet
settler, whose business only is to mak a hame for my wife and bairn;
but, if you ask me to drink success to the Congress and confusion to the
king's troops, I tell you I willna do it; not even if you are brutal
enough, but this I canna believe possible, to carry your threats into
execution. I hae served my time in a king's regiment. With the bounty I
received instead o' pension on my discharge I settled here wi' my wife
and bairn, and no one shall say that Duncan Cameron was a traitor to his
king. We do no harm to anyone; we tak no part for or against you; we
only ask to be allowed to live in peace."

"That ye shall not," the man said. "The king's troops have got Injuns
with 'em, and they're going to burn and kill all those who won't take
part with 'em. It's time we should show 'em as we can play at that game,
too. Now ye've either got to swear to be faithful to the States of
America or up you go."

"I canna swear," the settler said firmly. "You may kill me if you will,
but, if you are men, you will nae harm my wife and girl."

"We'll just do to you as the redskins'll do to our people," the man
said. "We'll make a sweep of the hull lot of you. Here, you fellows,
fetch the woman and girl out of the house and then set a light to it."

Four or five men entered the house. A minute later screams were heard
and a woman and child were dragged out. The settler sprang toward them,
but three or four men seized him.

"Now," the man said, stepping toward the house, "we'll show 'em a
bonfire."

As he neared the door a crack of a rifle was heard and the ruffian fell
dead in his tracks. A yell of astonishment and rage broke from his
followers.

"Jerusalem, youngster! you've got us into a nice fix. Howsomever, since
you've begun it, here goes."

And the rifle of the hunter brought down another of the Americans.
These, following the first impulse of a frontiersman when attacked, fled
for shelter to the house, leaving the settler, with his wife and
daughter, standing alone.

"Ye'd best get out of the way," Peter shouted, "or ye may get a bit of
lead that wasn't intended for ye."

Catching up his child, Cameron ran toward the forest, making for the
side on which his unknown friends were placed, but keeping down toward
the lake, so as to be out of their line of fire.

"Make down to 'em, Harold," Peter said. "Tell 'em they'd best go to some
neighbor's and stop there for a day or two. The army'll be here
to-morrow or next day. Be quick about it, and come back as fast as ye
can. I tell ye we're in a hornets' nest, and it'll be as much as we can
do to get out of it."

A scattering fire was now being exchanged between the redskins behind
the shelter of the trees and the Americans firing from the windows of
the log house. Harold was but two or three minutes absent.

"All right, Peter!" he exclaimed, as he rejoined them.

"Come along, then," the hunter said. "Now, chief, let's make up round
the top of this clearing and then foot it."

The chief at once put himself at the head of the party, and the nine men
strode away again through the forest. It was no longer silent. Behind
them the occupants of the hut were still keeping up a brisk fire toward
the trees, while from several quarters shouts could be heard, and more
than once the Indian war-whoop rose in the forest.

"That's just what I was afeared of," Peter muttered. "There's some of
those darned varmint with 'em. We might have found our way through the
whites, but the redskins'll pick up our trail as sartin as if we were
driving a wagon through the woods."

Going along at a swinging, noiseless trot the party made their way
through the forest. Presently a prolonged Indian whoop was heard in the
direction from which they had come. Then there were loud shouts and the
firing ceased.

"One of the red reptiles has found our trail," Peter said. "He's with a
party of whites, and they've shouted the news to the gang in the
clearing. Waal, we may, calculate we've got thirty on our trail, and, as
we can hear them all round, it'll be a sarcumstance if we git out with
our sculps."

As they ran they heard shouts from those behind, answered by others on
both flanks. Shots, too, were fired as signals to call the attention of
other parties. Several times the Seneca chief stopped and listened
attentively, and then changed his course as he heard suspicious noises
ahead. Those behind them were coming up, although still at some distance
in the rear. They could hear the sound of breaking trees and bushes as
their pursuers followed them in a body.

"Ef it was only the fellows behind," Peter said, "we could leave them
easy enough, but the wood seems alive with the varmint."

It was evident the alarm had spread through the forest, and that the
bands scattered here and there were aware that an enemy was in their
midst. The dropping fire, which the pursuers kept up, afforded an
indication as to the direction in which they were making, and the
ringing war-whoop of the hostile Indians conveyed the intelligence still
more surely.

Presently there was a shout a short distance ahead, followed by the
sound of a rifle ball as it whizzed close to Harold's head and buried
itself in a tree that he was passing. In a moment each of the party had
sheltered behind a tree.

"It's of no use, chief," Peter said. "We'll have the hull pack from
behind upon us in five minutes. We must run for it and take our chances
of being hit."

Swerving somewhat from their former line, they again ran on; bullets
whisked round them, but they did not pause to fire a shot in return.

"Tarnation!" Peter exclaimed, as the trees in front of them opened and
they found themselves on the edge of another clearing. It was
considerably larger than that which they had lately left, being three
hundred yards across, and extending back from the lake fully half a
mile. As in the previous case, a log hut stood in the center, some two
hundred yards back from the lake.

"There's nothing for it, chief," Peter said. "We must take to the house
and fight it out there. There's a hull gang of fellows in the forest
ahead, and they'll shoot us down if we cross the clearing."

Without a moment's hesitation the party rushed across the clearing to
the hut. Several shots were fired as they dashed across the open, but
they gained the place of refuge in safety. The hut was deserted. It had
probably belonged to royalists, for its rough furniture lay broken on
the ground; boxes and cupboards had been forced open, and the floor was
strewn with broken crockery and portions of wearing apparel.

Harold looked round. Several of the party were bleeding from
slight wounds.

"Now to the windows," Peter said as he barred the door. "Pile up bedding
and anything else that ye can find against the shutters, and keep
yerselves well under cover. Don't throw away a shot; we'll want all our
powder, I can tell ye. Quickly, now--there aint no time to be lost."

While some began carrying out his instructions below, others bounded
upstairs and scattered themselves through the upper rooms. There were
two windows on each side of the house--one at each end. Disregarding the
latter, Peter and Harold took post at the windows looking toward the
forest from which they had just come. The chief and another Indian
posted themselves to watch the other side. At first no one was to be
seen. The party who had fired at them as they ran across the open had
waited for the coming up of the strong band who were following, before
venturing to show themselves. The arrival of the pursuers was heralded
by the opening of a heavy fire toward the house. As the assailants kept
themselves behind trees, no reply was made, and the defenders occupied
themselves by piling the bedding against the shutters, which they had
hastily closed. Loop-holes had been left in the walls when the hut was
first built; the moss with which they were filled up was torn out, and
each man took his post at one of these. As no answering shot came from
the house the assailants became bolder, and one or two ventured to show
themselves from, behind shelter. In a moment Harold and Peter, whose
rifles would carry more truly and much further than those of the
Indians, fired.

"Two wiped out!" Peter said, as the men fell, and shouts of anger arose
from the woods. "That'll make them careful."

This proof of the accuracy of the aim of the besieged checked their
assailants, and for some time they were very careful not to expose
themselves. From both sides of the forest a steady fire was maintained.
Occasionally an answering shot flashed out from the house when one of
the enemy incautiously showed an arm or a part of his body from behind
the trees, and it was seldom the rifles were fired in vain. Four or five
of the Americans were shot through the head as they leaned forward to
fire, and after an hour's exchange of bullets the attack ceased.

"What are they going to do now?" Harold asked.

"I expect they're going to wait till nightfall," Peter said. "There's no
moon, and they'll be able to work up all round the house. Then they'll
make a rush at the door and lower windows. We'll shoot down a good many
on 'em, and then they'll burst their way in or set fire to the hut, and
there'll be an end of it. That's what'll happen."

"And you think there is no way of making our way out?" Harold asked.

"It's a mighty poor chance, if there's one at all," the hunter replied.
"I should say by the fire there must be nigh a hundred of 'em now, and
it's likely that, by nightfall, there'll be three times as many. As soon
as it gets dusk they'll creep out from the woods and form a circle round
the house and gradually work up to it. Now let's cook some vittles;
we've had nothing to eat this morning yet, and it must be nigh eleven
o'clock. I don't see why we should be starved, even if we have got to be
killed to-night."

One of the party was left on watch on each side of the house, and the
others gathered in the room below, where a fire was lit and the strips
of dried deer flesh which they carried were soon frying over it. Harold
admired the air of indifference with which his companions set about
preparing the meat. Everyone was aware of the desperate nature of the
position, but no allusion was made to it. The negro had caught the
spirit of his companions, but his natural loquacity prevented his
imitating their habitual silence.

"Dis bad affair, Massa Harold," he said. "We jess like so many coons up
in tree, wid a whole pack ob dogs round us, and de hunters in de
distance coming up wid de guns. Dis chile reckon dat some ob dem hunters
will get hit hard before dey get us. Jake don't care one bit for
himself, massa, but he bery sorry to see you in such a fix."

"It can't be helped, Jake," Harold said as cheerfully as he could. "It
was my firing that shot which got us into it, and yet I cannot blame
myself. We could not stand by and see those ruffians murder a woman
and child."

"Dat's so, Massa Harold; dere was no possinbility of seeing dat. I
reckon dat when dose rascals come to climb de stairs dey'll find it are
bery hard work."

"I don't think they will try, Jake. They are more likely to heap
brushwood against the door and windows and set it alight, and then shoot
us down as we rush out. This hut is not like the one I had to defend
against the Iroquois. That was built to repel Indians' attacks; this is
a mere squatter's hut."

After the meal was over Peter and the Seneca chief went upstairs, looked
through the loop-holes, and talked long and earnestly together; then
they rejoined the party below.

"The chief and I are of opinion," Peter said to Harold, "that it are of
no manner of use our waiting to be attacked here. They'd burn us out to
a sartinty; we should have no show of a fight at all. Anything's better
than that. Now, what we propose is that, directly it gets fairly dark,
we'll all creep out and make for the lake. Even if they have formed
their circle round us, they aint likely to be as thick there as they are
on the other side. What they'll try to do, in course, is to prevent our
taking to the forest; and there'll be such a grist of 'em that I don't
believe one of us would get through alive if we tried it. Now they'll
not be so strong toward the lake, and we might break through to the
water. I don't say as there's much chance of our getting away, for I
tell you fairly that I don't believe that there's any chance at all; but
the chief, here, and his braves don't want their sculps to hang in the
wigwams of the Chippewas, and I myself, ef I had the choice, would
rather be drownded than shot down. It don't make much difference; but,
of the two, I had rather. Ef we can reach the lake, we can swim out of
gunshot range. I know you can swim like a fish, and so can Jake, and the
Indians swim as a matter of course. Ef we dive at first we may get off;
it'll be so dark they won't see us with any sartainty beyond fifty
yards. When we're once fairly out in the lake we can take our chance."

"And is there a chance, Peter? Although, if there is none, I quite agree
with you that I would rather be drowned than shot down. If one were sure
of being killed by the first shot that would be the easiest death; but
if we were only wounded they would probably hang us in the morning."

"That's so," the hunter said. "Waal, I can hardly say that there's a
chance, and yet I can't say as how there aint. In the first place, they
may have some canoes and come out after us; there's pretty safe to be
some along the shore here. The settlers would have had 'em for fishing."

"But what chance will that give us?" Harold asked.

"Waal," the hunter replied, "I reckon in that case as our chance is a
fair one. Ef we dive and come up close alongside we may manage to upset
one of 'em, and, in that case, we might get off. That's one chance. Then
ef they don't come out in canoes, we might swim three or four miles down
the lake and take to land. They couldn't tell which way to go and would
have to scatter over a long line. It's just possible as we might land
without being seen. Once in the woods and we'd be safe. So you see, we
have two chances. In course we must throw away our rifles and ammunition
before we come to the water."

"At any rate," Harold said, "the plan is a hopeful one, and I agree with
you that it is a thousand times better to try it than it is to stop here
with the certainty of being shot down before morning."

The afternoon passed quietly. A few shots were fired occasionally from
the wood, and taunting shouts were heard of the fate which awaited them
when night approached.

A vigilant watch was kept from the upper windows, but Peter thought that
it was certain the enemy would make no move until it became perfectly
dark, although they would establish a strong cordon all round the
clearing in case the besieged should try and break out. Harold trembled
with impatience to be off as the night grew darker and darker. It seemed
to him that at any moment the assailants might be narrowing the circle
round the house, and, had he been a leader, he would have given the word
long before the scout made a move.

At last Peter signaled that the time had come. It was perfectly dark
when the bars were noiselessly removed from the door and the party stole
out. Everything seemed silent, but the very stillness made the danger
appear more terrible. Peter had impressed upon Harold and Jake the
necessity for moving without making the slightest noise. As soon as they
left the house the whole party dropped on their hands and knees. Peter
and the Seneca chief led the way; two of the braves came next; Harold
and Jake followed; the remaining Indians crawled in the rear. Peter had
told his comrades to keep as close as possible to the Indians in front
of them, and, grasping their rifles, they crept along the ground. As
they led the way Peter and the Seneca carefully removed from before them
every dried twig and threw it on one side.

The distance to be traversed from the hut to the water was about two
hundred yards, and half of this was passed over before they encountered
any obstacle. Then suddenly there was an exclamation, and Peter and the
Seneca sprang to their feet, as they came in contact with two men
crawling in the opposite direction. They were too close to use their
rifles, but a crushing blow from the Seneca's tomahawk cleft down the
man in front of him, while Peter drew his long knife from its sheath and
buried it in the body of his opponent.

The others had also leaped to their feet, and each, as he did so, fired
at the dark figures which rose around them. They had the advantage of
the surprise; several scattered shots answered their volley, then, with
their rifles clubbed, they rushed forward. For a moment there was a
hand-to-hand fight. Harold had just struck down a man opposite to him
when another sprang upon him; so sudden was the attack that he fell from
the shock. But in an instant Jake buried his knife between his
opponent's shoulders and dragged Harold to his feet.

"Run for your life, Massa Harold. De whole gang's upon us!"

And indeed the instant the first shot broke the silence of the woods a
babel of sounds arose from the whole circuit of the clearing; shouts and
yells burst out from hundreds of throats. There was no further use for
concealment, and from all sides the men who had been advancing to the
attack rushed in the direction where the conflict was taking place. This
lasted but a few seconds. As Peter had expected, the line was thinner
toward the lake than upon the other sides, and the rush of nine men had
broken through it. Shouts were heard from the woods on either side
extending down to the water, showing that the precaution had been taken
by the assailants of leaving a portion of their force to guard the line
of forest should the defenders break through the circle.

At headlong speed the little band rushed down to the water's side,
dropped their ammunition pouches by its edge, threw their rifles a few
yards into the water, to be recovered, perhaps, on some future occasion,
and then dived in. The nearest of the pursuers were some thirty yards
behind when they neared the water's edge. Swimming as far under water as
they could hold their breath, each came to the surface for an instant,
and then again dived. Momentarily as they showed themselves they heard
the rattle of musketry behind, and the bullets splashed thickly on the
water. The night, however, was so dark that the fire could only be a
random one. Until far out from the shore they continued diving and then
gathered together.

"We're pretty well out of range, now," Peter said, "and quite out of
sight of the varmints. Now we can wait a bit and see what they do next."

The enemy were still keeping up a heavy fire from the shore, hallooing
and shouting to each other as they fancied they caught a glimpse of
their enemies.

"There must be two or three hundred of 'em," Peter said. "We've fooled
'em nicely, so far."

By the crashing of the bushes the fugitives could hear strong parties
making their way along the shore in either direction. An hour passed,
during which the fugitives floated nearly opposite the clearing.

"Hullo!" Peter exclaimed presently. "There's a canoe coming along the
lake. I expect they got it from Cameron's."

As he spoke a canoe appeared round the point. Two men were standing up
holding blazing torches; two others paddled; while two, rifle in hand,
sat by them. Almost at the same moment another canoe, similarly manned,
pushed out from the shore immediately opposite.

"I wish we had known of that canoe," Peter said; "it would have saved us
a lot of trouble; but we had no time for looking about. I suspected them
settlers must have had one laid up somewheres. Now," he went on, "let's
make our plans. The canoes are sure to keep pretty nigh each other.
They'll most likely think as we've gone down the lake and'll not be
looking very sharply after us at present. It'll never do to let 'em pass
us. Now Jake and I and two of the Injuns will take one canoe, and the
chief and three of his braves the other. We must move round so as to get
between 'em and the shore, and then dive and come up close to 'em. Now,
Harold, do you swim out a bit further and then make a splash so as to
call their attention. Do it once or twice till you see that they've got
their eyes turned that way. Then be very quiet, so as to keep 'em
watching for another sound. That'll be our moment for attacking 'em."

They waited till the two canoes joined each other and paddled slowly out
from the shore. Then the eight swimmers started off to make their
_détour_, while Harold swam quietly further out into the lake. The
canoes were about three hundred yards from shore and were paddling very
slowly, the occupants keeping a fixed look along the lake. There was
perfect quiet on the shore now, and when Harold made a slight splash
with his hand upon the water he saw that it was heard. Both canoes
stopped rowing, the steerers in each case giving them a steer so that
they lay broadside to the land, giving each man a view over the lake.
They sat as quiet as if carved in stone. Again Harold made a splash, but
this time a very slight one, so slight that it could hardly reach the
ears of the listeners.

A few words were exchanged by the occupants of the boats.

"They are further out on the lake, Bill," one said.

"I am not sure," another answered. "I rather think the sound was further
down. Listen again."

Again they sat motionless. Harold swam with his eyes fixed upon them.
Every face was turned his way and none was looking shoreward. Then,
almost at the same instant there was a shout from both boats. The men
with torches seemed to lose their balance. The lights described a half
circle through the air and were extinguished. A shout of astonishment
broke from the occupants, mingled with the wild Seneca war-yell, and he
knew that both canoes were upset.

There was a sound of a desperate struggle going on. Oaths and wild cries
rose from the water. Heavy blows were struck, while from the shore arose
loud shouts of dismay and rage. In two minutes all was quiet on the
water. Then came Peter's shout:

"This way, Harold! We'll have the canoes righted and bailed in a minute.
The varmin's all wiped out."

With a lightened heart Harold swam toward the spot. The surprise had
been a complete success. The occupants of the canoes, intent only upon
the pursuit and having no fear of attack--for they knew that the
fugitives must have thrown away their rifles--were all gazing intently
out on the lake, when, close to each canoe on the shore side, four heads
rose from out of the water. In an instant eight hands had seized the
gunwales, and, before the occupants were aware of their danger, the
canoes were upset.

Taken wholly by surprise, the Americans were no match for their
assailants. The knives of the latter did their work before the
frontiersmen had thoroughly grasped what had happened. Two or three,
indeed, had made a desperate fight, but they were no match for their
opponents, and the struggle was quickly over.

On Harold reaching the canoes he found them already righted and half
emptied of water. The paddles were picked up, and, in a few minutes,
with a derisive shout of adieu to their furious enemy on the shore, the
two canoes paddled out into the lake. When they had attained a distance
of about half a mile from the shore they turned the boats heads and
paddled north. In three hours they saw lights in the wood.

"There's the troops," Peter said. "Soldiers are never content unless
they're making fires big enough to warn every redskin within fifty miles
that they're coming."

As they approached the shore the challenge from the English sentinel
came over the water:

"Who comes there?"

"Friends," Peter replied.

"Give the password."

"How on arth am I to give the password," Peter shouted back, "when we've
been three days away from the camp?"

"If you approach without the password I fire," the sentinel said.

"I tell ye," Peter shouted, "we're scouts with news for the general."

"I can't help who you are," the sentinel said. "I have got my orders."

"Pass the word along for an officer," Harold shouted. "We have
important news."

The sentry called to the one next him, and so the word was passed along
the line. In a few minutes an officer appeared on the shore, and, after
a short parley, the party were allowed to land, and Peter and Harold
were at once conducted to the headquarters of General Burgoyne.




CHAPTER XIII.


SARATOGA.

"What is your report?" asked General Burgoyne, as the scouts were
conducted into his tent.

"We have discovered, sir, that the Americans have strongly fortified
Mount Independence, which faces Ticonderoga, and have connected the two
places by a bridge across the river, which is protected by a strong
boom. Both positions are, however, overlooked by Sugar Hill, and this
they have entirely neglected to fortify. If you were to seize this they
would have to retire at once."

The general expressed his satisfaction at the news and gave orders that
steps should be taken to seize Sugar Hill immediately. He then
questioned the scouts as to their adventures and praised them highly for
their conduct.

The next day the army advanced, and at nightfall both divisions were in
their places, having arrived within an hour or two of each other from
the opposite sides of the lake. Sugar Hill was seized the same night,
and a strong party were set to work cutting a road through the trees.
The next morning the enemy discovered the British at work erecting a
battery on the hill, and their general decided to evacuate both
Ticonderoga and Mount Independence instantly. Their baggage, provisions,
and stores were embarked in two hundred boats and sent up the river. The
army started to march by the road.

The next morning the English discovered that the Americans had
disappeared. Captain Lutwych immediately set to work to destroy the
bridge and boom, whose construction had taken the Americans nearly
twelve months' labor. By nine in the morning a passage was effected, and
some gunboats passed through in pursuit of the enemy's convoy. They
overtook them near Skenesborough, engaged and captured many of their
largest craft, and obliged them to set several others on fire, together
with a large number of their boats and barges.

A few hours afterward a detachment of British troops in gunboats came up
the river to Skenesborough. The cannon on the works which the Americans
had erected there opened fire, but the troops were landed, and the enemy
at once evacuated their works, setting fire to their store-houses and
mills. While these operations had been going on by water Brigadier
General Fraser, at the head of the advance corps of grenadiers and light
infantry, pressed hard upon the division of the enemy which had retired
by the Hubberton Road, and overtook them at five o'clock in the morning.

The division consisted of fifteen hundred of the best colonial troops
under the command of Colonel Francis. They were posted on strong ground
and sheltered by breastworks composed of logs and old trees. General
Fraser's detachment was inferior in point of numbers to that of the
defenders of the position, but as he expected a body of the German
troops under General Reidesel to arrive immediately, he at once attacked
the breastworks. The Americans defended their post with great resolution
and bravery. The re-enforcements did not arrive so soon as was expected,
and for some time the British made no way.

General Reidesel, hearing the fire in front, pushed forward at full
speed with a small body of troops. Among these was the band, which he
ordered to play.

The enemy, hearing the music and supposing that the whole of the
German troops had come up, evacuated the position and fell back
with precipitation. Colonel Francis and many others were killed and
two hundred taken prisoners. On the English side 120 men were
killed and wounded.

The enemy from Skenesborough were pursued by Colonel Hill, with the
Ninth Regiment, and were overtaken near Fort Anne. Finding how small was
the force that pursued them in comparison to their own, they took the
offensive. A hot engagement took place, and after three hours' fighting
the Americans were repulsed with great slaughter and forced to retreat
after setting fire to Fort Anne and Fort Edward.

In these operations the British captured 148 guns, with large quantities
of stores. At Fort Edward General Schuyler was joined by General St.
Clair, but even with this addition the total American strength did not
exceed forty-four hundred.

Instead of returning from Skenesborough to Ticonderoga, whence he might
have sailed with his army up to Lake George, General Burgoyne proceeded
to cut his way through the woods to the lake. The difficulties of the
passage were immense: swamps and morasses had to be passed, bridges had
to be constructed over creeks, ravines, and gulleys. The troops worked
with great vigor and spirit. Major General Phillips had returned to Lake
George and transported the artillery, provisions, and baggage to Fort
George and thence by land to a point on the Hudson River, together with
a large number of boats for the use of the army in their intended
descent to Albany.

So great was the labor entailed by this work that it was not until July
30 that the army arrived on the Hudson River. The delay of three weeks
had afforded the enemy time to recover their spirits and recruit their
strength. General Arnold arrived with a strong re-enforcement, and a
force was detached to check the progress of Colonel St. Leger, who was
coming down from Montreal by way of Lake Ontario and the Mohawk River to
effect a junction with General Burgoyne.

General Burgoyne determined to advance at once. The army was already
suffering from want of transportation, and he decided to send a body of
troops to Bennington, twenty-four miles to the eastward of the Hudson
River, where the Americans had large supplies collected. Instead of
sending light infantry he dispatched six hundred Germans--the worst
troops he could have selected for this purpose, as they were very
heavily armed and marched exceedingly slowly. Several of the officers
remonstrated with him, but with his usual infatuated obstinacy he
maintained his disposition.

On approaching Bennington Colonel Baum, who commanded the Germans, found
that a very strong force was gathered there. He sent back for
re-enforcements, and five hundred more Germans, under Lieutenant Colonel
Breyman, were dispatched to his assistance. Long, however, before these
slowly moving troops could arrive Colonel Baum was attacked by the enemy
in vastly superior numbers. The Germans fought with great bravery and
several times charged the Americans and drove them back. Fresh troops
continued to come up on the enemy's side, and the Germans, having lost a
large number of men, including their colonel, were forced to retreat
into the woods. The enemy then advanced against Colonel Breyman, who was
ignorant of the disaster that had befallen Baum, and with his detachment
had occupied twenty-four hours in marching sixteen miles. The Germans
again fought well, but after a gallant resistance were obliged to fall
back. In these two affairs they lost six hundred men.

In the meantime Colonel St. Leger had commenced his attack upon Fort
Stanwix, which was defended by seven hundred men. The American General
Herkimer advanced with one thousand men to its relief. Colonel St.
Leger detached Sir John Johnson with a party of regulars and a number
of Indians, who had accompanied him, to meet them. The enemy advanced
incautiously and fell into an ambush. A terrible fire was poured into
them, and the Indians then rushed down and attacked them hand to hand.
The Americans, although taken by surprise, fought bravely and
succeeded in making their retreat, leaving four hundred killed and
wounded behind them.

Colonel St. Leger had no artillery which was capable of making any
impression on the defenses of the fort. Its commander sent out a man
who, pretending to be a deserter, entered the British camp and informed
Colonel St. Leger that General Burgoyne had been defeated and his army
cut to pieces, and that General Arnold, with two thousand men, was
advancing to raise the siege. Colonel St. Leger did not credit the news,
but it created a panic among the Indians, the greater portion of whom at
once retired without orders, and St. Leger, having but a small British
force with him, was compelled to follow their example, leaving his
artillery and stores behind him.

On September 13 General Burgoyne, having with immense labor collected
thirty days' provisions on the Hudson, crossed the river by a bridge of
boats and encamped on the heights of Saratoga. His movements had been
immensely hampered by the vast train of artillery which he took with
him. In an open country a powerful force of artillery is of the greatest
service to an army, but in a campaign in a wooded and roadless country
it is of little utility and enormously hampers the operations of an
army. Had General Burgoyne, after the capture of Ticonderoga, pressed
forward in light order without artillery, he could unquestionably have
marched to New York without meeting with any serious opposition, but the
six weeks' delay had enabled the Americans to collect a great force to
oppose them.

On the 19th, as the army were advancing to Stillwater, five thousand of
the enemy attacked the British right. They were led by General Arnold
and fought with great bravery and determination. The brunt of the battle
fell on the Twentieth, Twenty-fourth, and Sixty-second regiments. For
four hours the fight continued without any advantage on either side, and
at nightfall the Americans drew off, each side having lost about six
hundred men. After the battle of Stillwater the whole of the Indians
with General Burgoyne left him and returned to Canada.

Hampered with his great train of artillery, unprovided with
transportation, in the face of a powerful enemy posted in an exceedingly
strong position, General Burgoyne could neither advance nor retreat. The
forage was exhausted and the artillery horses were dying in great
numbers. He had hoped that Sir William Howe would have sailed up the
Hudson and joined him, but the English commander-in-chief had taken his
army down to Philadelphia. Sir Henry Clinton, who commanded at New York,
endeavored with a small force at his command to make a diversion by
operating against the American posts on the Hudson River, but this was
of no utility.

Burgoyne's army was now reduced to little more than five thousand men,
and he determined to fall back upon the lakes. Before doing this,
however, it would be necessary to dislodge the Americans from their
posts on his left. Leaving the camp under the command of General
Hamilton, Burgoyne advanced with fifteen hundred men against them. But
scarcely had the detachment started when the enemy made a furious attack
on the British left. Major Ackland, with the grenadiers, was posted
here, and for a time defended himself with great bravery. The light
infantry and Twenty-fourth were sent to their assistance, but,
overpowered by numbers, the left wing was forced to retreat into their
intrenchments. These the enemy, led by General Arnold, at once attacked
with great impetuosity. For a long time the result was doubtful, and it
was not until the American leader was wounded that the attack ceased. In
the meantime the intrenchments defended by the German troops under
Colonel Breyman had also been attacked. Here the fight was obstinate,
but the German intrenchments were carried, Colonel Breyman killed, and
his troops retreated with the loss of all their baggage and artillery.
Two hundred prisoners fell into the hands of the Americans.

That night the British army was concentrated on the heights above the
hospital. General Gates, who commanded the Americans, moved his army so
as to entirely inclose the British, and the latter, on the night of
October 8, retired to Saratoga, being obliged to leave all their sick
and wounded in the hospital. These were treated with the greatest
kindness by the Americans. An attempt was now made to retreat to Fort
George or Fort Edward, but the Americans had taken up positions on each
road and fortified them with cannon.

Only about thirty-five hundred fighting men now remained, of whom but
one-half were British, and scarcely eight days' provisions were left.
The enemy, four times superior in point of numbers, held every line of
retreat and eluded every attempt of the British to force them to a
general engagement.

The position was hopeless, and on October 13 a council of war was held
and it was determined to open negotiations for a surrender. Two days
were spent in negotiations, and it was finally agreed that the army
should lay down its arms and that it should be marched to Boston, and
there allowed to sail for England on condition of not serving again in
North America during the contest. The Canadians were to be allowed to
return at once to their own country. On the 16th the army laid down its
arms. It consisted of thirty-five hundred fighting men and six hundred
sick and nearly two thousand boatmen, teamsters, and other
non-effectives.

Never did a general behave with greater incompetence than that
manifested by General Burgoyne from the day of his leaving Ticonderoga,
and the disaster which befell his army was entirely the result of
mismanagement, procrastination, and faulty generalship.

Had Harold remained with the army until its surrender his share in the
war would have been at an end, for the Canadians, as well as all others
who laid down their arms, gave their word of honor not to serve again
during the war. He had, however, with Peter Lambton and Jake,
accompanied Colonel Baum's detachment on its march to Bennington.
Scouting in front of the column, they had ascertained the presence of
large numbers of the enemy, and had, by hastening back with the news,
enabled the German colonel to make some preparations for resistance
before the attack was made upon him. During the fight that ensued the
scouts, posted behind trees on the German left, had assisted them to
repel the attack from that quarter, and when the Germans gave way they
effected their escape into the woods and managed to rejoin the army.

They had continued with it until it moved to the hospital heights after
the disastrous attack by the Americans on their camp. General Burgoyne
then sent for Peter Lambton, who was, he knew, one of his most active
and intelligent scouts.

"Could you make your way through the enemy's lines down to
Ticonderoga?" he asked.

"I could try, general," Peter said. "Me and the party who work with me
could get through if anyone could, but more nor that I can't say. The
Yanks are swarming around pretty thick, I reckon; but if we have luck we
might make a shift to get through."

"I have hopes," the general said, "that another regiment, for which I
asked General Carleton, has arrived there. Here is a letter to General
Powell, who is in command, to beg him to march with all his available
force and fall upon the enemy posted on our line of communication.
Unless the new regiment has reached him he will not have a sufficient
force to attempt this, but, if this has come up, he may be able to do
so. He is to march in the lightest order and at full speed, so as to
take the enemy by surprise. Twelve hours before he starts you will bring
me back news of his coming, and I will move out to meet him. His
operations in their rear will confuse the enemy and enable me to operate
with a greater chance of success. I tell you this because, if you are
surrounded and in difficulties, you may have to destroy my dispatch. You
can then convey my instructions by word of mouth to General Powell if
you succeed in getting through."

Upon leaving headquarters Peter joined his friends.

"It's a risksome business," he went on, after informing them of the
instructions he had received, "but I don't know as it's much more
risksome than stopping here. It don't seem to me that this army is like
to get out of the trap into which their general has led 'em. Whatever he
wanted to leave the lakes for is more nor I can tell. However,
generaling aint my business, and I wouldn't change places with the old
man to-day, not for a big sum of money. Now, chief, what do you say?
How's this 'ere business to be carried out?"

The Seneca, with the five braves who had from the first accompanied
them, were now the only Indians with the British army. The rest of the
redskins, disgusted with the dilatory progress of the army and
foreseeing inevitable disaster, had all betaken themselves to their
homes. They were, moreover, angered at the severity with which the
English general had endeavored to suppress their tendency to acts of
cruelty on the defenseless settlers. The redskin has no idea of
civilized warfare. His sole notion of fighting is to kill, burn, and
destroy, and the prohibition of all irregular operations and of the
infliction of unnecessary suffering was, in his eyes, an act of
incomprehensible weakness. The Seneca chief remained with the army
simply because his old comrade did so. He saw that there was little
chance of plunder, but he and his braves had succeeded in fair fight in
obtaining many scalps, and would, at least, be received with high honor
on their return to their tribe.

A long discussion took place between the chief and Peter before they
finally decided upon the best course to be pursued. They were ignorant
of the country and of the disposition of the enemy's force, and could
only decide to act upon general principles. They thought it probable
that the Americans would be most thickly posted upon the line between
the British army and the lakes, and their best chance of success would
therefore be to make their way straight ahead for some distance, and
then, when they had penetrated the American lines, to make a long
_détour_ round to the lakes.

Taking four days' provisions with them they started when nightfall had
fairly set in. It was intensely dark, and in the shadows of the woods
Harold was unable to see his hand before him. The Indians appeared to
have a faculty of seeing in the dark, for they advanced without the
slightest pause or hesitation and were soon in the open country. The
greatest vigilance was now necessary. Everywhere they could hear the low
hum which betokens the presence of many men gathered together. Sometimes
a faint shout came to their ears, and for a long distance around the
glow in the sky told of many fires. The party now advanced with the
greatest caution, frequently halting while the Indians went on ahead to
scout; and more than once they were obliged to alter their direction as
they came upon bodies of men posted across their front. At last they
passed through the line of sentinels, and, avoiding all the camps,
gained the country in the Americans' rear.

They now struck off to the right, and by daybreak were far round beyond
the American army, on their way to Ticonderoga. They had walked for
fifteen hours when they halted, and it was not until late in the
afternoon that they continued their journey. They presently struck the
road which the army had cut in its advance, and keeping parallel with
this through the forest they arrived the next morning at Fort Edward. A
few hours' rest here and they continued their march to Ticonderoga. This
place had been attacked by the Americans a few days previously, but the
garrison had beaten off the assailants.

On the march they had seen many bodies of the enemy moving along the
road, but their approach had in every case been detected in time to take
refuge in the forest. On entering the fort Peter at once proceeded to
General Powell's quarters and delivered the dispatch with which he had
been intrusted. The general read it.

"No re-enforcements have arrived," the general said, "and the force here
is barely sufficient to defend the place. It would be madness for me to
set out on such a march with the handful of troops at my disposal."

He then questioned Peter concerning the exact position of the army, and
the latter had no hesitation in saying that he thought the whole force
would be compelled to lay down their arms unless some re-enforcements
reached them from below.

This, however, was not to be. General Clinton captured Forts Montgomery
and Clinton, the latter a very strong position, defended with great
resolution by four hundred Americans. The Seventh and Twenty-sixth
regiments and a company of grenadiers attacked on one side, the
Sixty-third Regiment on the other. They had no cannon to cover their
advance and had to cross ground swept by ten pieces of artillery. In no
event during the war did the British fight with more resolution.
Without firing a shot they pressed forward to the foot of the works,
climbed over each other's shoulders on to the walls, and drove the
enemy back. The latter discharged one last volley into the troops and
then laid down their arms. Notwithstanding the slaughter effected by
this wanton fire after all possibility of continuing a resistance was
over, quarter was given and not one of the enemy was killed after the
fort was taken. The British loss was 140 killed and wounded; 300
Americans were killed, wounded, or taken prisoners. The fleet attacked
the American squadron on the river and entirely destroyed it. Beyond
sending a flying squadron up the river to destroy the enemy's boats and
stores of provisions, nothing further could be done to effect a
diversion in favor of General Burgoyne.

Four days after Harold's arrival at Ticonderoga the news of the
surrender of General Burgoyne reached the place. Upon the following day
he suggested to Peter Lambton that they should visit the clearing of the
ex-soldier Cameron and see whether their interference had saved him and
his family. Upon arriving at the spot whence Harold had fired the shot
which had brought discovery upon them, they saw a few charred stumps
alone remaining of the snug house which had stood there. In front of it,
upon the stump of a tree, Cameron himself was sitting in an attitude of
utter depression.

They walked across the clearing to the spot, but although the sound of
their footsteps must have reached his ear, the man did not look up until
Harold touched him on the shoulder.

"What has happened?" he asked. "Who has done this ruin?"

The man still remained with his head bent down, as if he had not heard
the question.

"We had hoped that you had escaped," Harold went on. "We were hidden in
the wood when we saw those ruffians drive your wife and daughter out,
and it was the shot from my rifle that killed their leader and brought
them down on us; and a narrow escape we had of it; but we hoped that we
had diverted them from their determination to kill you and your family."

Cameron looked up now.

"I thank ye, sir," he said. "I thank ye wi' a' my hairt for your
interference on our behalf. I heerd how closely ye were beset that
night and how ye escaped. They thought nae mair o' us, and when the
royal army arrived the next day we were safe; but ye might as weel ha'
let the matter gang on--better, indeed, for then I should be deed
instead o' suffering. This wark," and he pointed toward the remains of
the house, "is redskin deviltry. A fortnight sin' a band o' Indians
fell upon us. I was awa'. They killed my wife and burned my house and
ha' carried off my bairn."

"Who were they?" Harold asked.

"I dinna ken," Cameron replied; "but a neebor o' mine whose place they
attacked, and whom they had scalped and left for deed, told me that they
were a band o' the Iroquois who had come down from Lake Michigan and
advanced wi' the British. He said that they, with the other redskins,
desairted when their hopes o' plunder were disappointed, and that on
their way back to their tribes they burned and ravaged every settlement
they cam' across. My neebor was an old frontiersman; he had fought
against the tribe and knew their war-cry. He deed the next day. He was
mair lucky than I am."

"The tarnal ruffians!" Peter exclaimed; "the murdering varmints! And to
think of 'em carrying off that purty little gal of yours! I suppose by
this time they're at their old game of plundering and slaying on the
frontier. It's naught to them which side they fight on; scalps and
plunder is all they care for."

The unfortunate settler had sat down again on the log, the picture of a
broken-hearted man. Harold drew Peter a short distance away.

"Look here. Peter," he said. "Now Burgoyne's army has surrendered and
winter is close at hand, it is certain that there will be no further
operations here, except perhaps that the Americans will recapture the
place. What do you say to our undertaking an expedition on our own
account to try and get back this poor fellow's daughter? I do not know
whether the Seneca would join us, but we three--of course I count
Jake--and the settler might do something. I have an old grudge against
these Iroquois myself, as you have heard; and for aught I know they may
long ere this have murdered my cousins."

"The Seneca will jine," Peter said, "willing enough. There's an old feud
between his tribe and the Iroquois. He'll jine fast enough. But mind,
youngster, this aint no child's play; it aint like fighting them
American clodhoppers. We'll have to deal with men as sharp as ourselves,
who can shoot as well, hear as well, see as well, who are in their own
country, and who are a hundred to one against us. We've got hundreds and
hundreds of miles to travel afore we gets near 'em. It's a big job; but
if, when ye thinks it all over, you're ready to go, Peter Lambton aint
the man to hold back. As you say, there's naught to do this winter, and
we might as well be doing this as anything else."

The two men then went back to the settler.

"Cameron," Harold said, "it is of no use sitting here grieving. Why not
be up in pursuit of those who carried off your daughter?"

The man sprang to his feet.

"In pursuit!" he cried fiercely; "in pursuit! Do ye think Donald Cameron
wad be sitting here quietly if he kenned where to look for his
daughter--where to find the murderers o' his wife? But what can I do?
For three days after I cam' back and found what had happened I was just
mad. I couldna think nor rest, nor do aught but throw mysel' on the
ground and pray to God to tak' me. When at last I could think, it was
too late. It wad hae mattered naething to me that they were a hundred to
one. If I could ha' killed but one o' them I wad ha' died happy; but
they were gone, and how could I follow them--how could I find them? Tell
me where to look, mon--show me the way; and if it be to the ends o' the
airth I will go after them."

"We will do more, than that," Harold said. "My friend and myself have
still with us the seven men who were with us when we were here before.
Five are Senecas, the other a faithful negro who would go through fire
and water for me. There is little chance of our services being required
during the winter with the British army. We, are interested in you and
in the pretty child we saw here, and, if you will, we will accompany you
in the search for her. Peter Lambton knows the country well, and if
anyone could lead you to your child and rescue her from those who
carried her off, he is the man."

"Truly!" gasped the Scotchman. "And will ye truly gang wi' me to find
my bairn? May the guid God o' heaven bless you!" and the tears ran down
his cheeks.

"Git your traps together at once, man," Peter said. "Let's go straight
back to the fort; then I'll set the matter before the chief, who will, I
warrant me, be glad enough to jine the expedition. It's too late to
follow the track of the red varmints; our best plan will be to make
straight for the St. Lawrence; to take a boat if we can git one; if not,
two canoes; and to make up the river and along the Ontario. Then we must
sell our boat, cross to Erie, and git fresh canoes and go on by Detroit
into Lake Huron, and so up in the country of these reptiles. We shall
have no difficulty, I reckon, in discovering the whereabout of the tribe
which has been away on this expedition."

The Scotchman took up the rifle.

"I am ready," he said, and without another word the party started
for the fort.

Upon their arrival there a consultation was held with the Seneca. The
prospect of an expedition against his hereditary foes filled him with
delight, and three of his braves also agreed to accompany them. Jake
received the news with the remark:

"All right, Massa Harold. It make no odds to dis chile whar he goes. You
say de word--Jake ready."

Half an hour sufficed for making the preparations, and they at once
proceeded to the point where they had hidden the two canoes on the night
when they joined General Burgoyne before his advance upon Ticonderoga.
These were soon floating on the lake, and they started to paddle to the
mouth of the Sorrel, down this river into the St. Lawrence, and thence
to Montreal. Their rifles they had recovered from the lake upon the day
following that on which Ticonderoga was first captured; Deer Tail having
dispatched to the spot two of his braves, who recovered them without
difficulty, by diving, and brought them back to the fort.

At Montreal they stayed but a few hours. An ample supply of ammunition
was purchased and provisions sufficient for the voyage; and then,
embarking in the two canoes, they started up the St. Lawrence. It was
three weeks later when they arrived at Detroit, which was garrisoned by
a British force. Here they heard that there had been continuous troubles
with the Indians on the frontier; that a great many farms and
settlements had been destroyed, and numbers of persons murdered.

Their stay at Detroit was a short one. Harold obtained no news of his
cousins, but there were so many tales told of Indian massacres that he
was filled with apprehension on their account. His worst apprehensions
were justified when the canoes at length came within sight of the
well-remembered clearing. Harold gave a cry as he saw that the farmhouse
no longer existed. The two canoes were headed toward shore, and their
occupants disembarked and walked toward the spot where the house had
stood. The site was marked by a heap of charred embers. The outhouses
had been destroyed, and a few fowls were the only living things to be
seen in the fields.

"This here business must have taken place some time ago," Peter said,
breaking the silence. "A month, I should say, or p'r'aps more."

For a time Harold was too moved to speak. The thought of his kind
cousins and their brave girl all murdered by the Indians filled him with
deep grief. At last he said:

"What makes you think so, Peter?"

"It's easy enough to see as it was after the harvest, for ye see the
fields is all clear. And then there's long grass shooting up through the
ashes. It would take a full month, p'r'aps six weeks, afore it would do
that. Don't you think so, chief?"

The Seneca nodded.

"A moon," he said.

"Yes, about a month," replied Peter. "The grass grows quick after
the rains."

"Do you think that it was a surprise, Peter?"

"No man can tell," the hunter answered. "If we had seen the place soon
afterward we might have told. There would have been marks of blood. Or
if the house had stood we could have told by the bullet-holes and the
color of the splintered wood how it happened and how long back. As it
is, not even the chief can give ye an idea."

"Not an attack," the Seneca said; "a surprise."

"How on arth do you know that, chief?" the hunter exclaimed in
surprise, and he looked round in search of some sign which would have
enabled the Seneca to have given so confident an opinion. "You must be
a witch, surely."

"A chief's eyes are not blind," the redskin answered, with a
slight smile of satisfaction at having for once succeeded when his
white comrade was at fault. "Let my friend look up the hill--two
dead men there."

Harold looked in the direction in which the chief pointed, but could see
nothing. The hunter exclaimed:

"There's something there, chief, but even my eyes couldn't tell they
were bodies."

The party proceeded to the spot and found two skeletons. A few remnants
of clothes lay around, but the birds had stripped every particle of
flesh from the bones. There was a bullet in the forehead of one skull;
the other was cleft with a sharp instrument.

"It's clear enough," the hunter said, "there's been a surprise. Likely
enough the hull lot was killed without a shot being fired in defense."




CHAPTER XIV.


RESCUED!

Harold was deeply touched at the evidences of the fate which had
befallen the occupants of his cousin's plantation.

"If there are any more of these to be found," pointing to their remains,
"we might learn for a certainty whether the same fate befell them all."

The Seneca spoke a word to his followers and the four Indians spread
themselves over the clearing. One more body was found--it was lying down
near the water as if killed in the act of making for the canoe.

"The others are probably there," Peter said, pointing to the ruins. "The
three hands was killed in the fields, and most likely the attack was
made at the same moment on the house. I'm pretty sure it was so, for the
body by the water lies face downward, with his head toward the lake. He
was no doubt shot from behind as he was running. There must have been
Injuns round the house then, or he would have made for that instead of
the water."

The Seneca touched Peter on the shoulder and pointed toward the farm. A
figure was seen approaching. As it came nearer they could see that he
was a tall man, dressed in the deerskin shirt and leggings usually worn
by hunters. As he came near Harold gave an exclamation:

"It is Jack Pearson!"

"It are Jack Pearson," the hunter said, "but for the moment I can't
recollect ye, though yer face seems known. Why!" he exclaimed in changed
tones, "it's that boy Harold growed into a man."

"It is," Harold replied, grasping the frontiersman's hand.

"And ye may know me, too," Peter Lambton said, "though it's twenty year
since we fought side by side against the Mohawks."

"Why, old hoss, are you above ground still?" the hunter exclaimed
heartily. "I'm glad to see you again, old friend. And what are you doing
here, you and Harold and these Senecas? For they is Senecas, sure
enough. I've been in the woods for the last hour, and have been puzzling
myself nigh to death. I seed them Injuns going about over the clearing
sarching, and for the life of me I couldn't think what they were
a-doing. Then I seed 'em gathered down here, with two white men among
'em, so I guessed it was right to show myself."

"They were searching to see how many had fallen in this terrible
business," Harold said, pointing to the ruins. The hunter shook his
head.

"I'm afeared they've all gone under. I were here a week afterward; it
were just as it is now. I found the three hands lying killed and sculped
in the fields; the others, I reckon, is there. I has no doubt at all
about Bill Welch and his wife, but it may be that the gal has been
carried off."

"Do you think so?" Harold exclaimed eagerly. "If so, we may find her,
too, with the other."

"What other?" Pearson, asked.

Harold gave briefly an account of the reason which had brought them to
the spot and of the object they had in view.

"You can count me in," Pearson said. "There's just a chance that Nelly
Welch may be in their hands still; and in any case I'm longing to draw a
bead on some of the varmints to pay 'em for this," and he looked round
him, "and a hundred other massacres round this frontier."

"I'm glad to hear ye say so," Peter replied. "I expected as much of ye,
Jack. I don't know much of this country, having only hunted here for a
few weeks with a party of Delawares twenty year afore the Iroquois moved
so far west."

"I know pretty nigh every foot of it," Jack Pearson said. "When the
Iroquois were quiet I used to do a deal of hunting in their country. It
are good country for game."

"Well! shall we set out at once?" Harold asked, impatient to be off.

"We can't move to-night," Pearson answered; and Harold saw that Peter
and the Indians agreed with him.

"Why not?" he asked. "Every hour is of importance."

"That's so," Peter said, "but there's no going out on the lake to-night.
In half an hour we'll have our first snowstorm, and by morning it will
be two foot deep."

Harold turned his eyes toward the lake and saw what his companions had
noticed long before. The sky was overcast and a thick bank of hidden
clouds was rolling up across the lake, and the thick mist seemed to hang
between the clouds and the water.

"That's snow," Peter said. "It's late this year, and I'd give my pension
if it was a month later."

"That's so," Pearson said. "Snow aint never pleasant in the woods, but
when you're scouting round among Injuns it are a caution. We'd best make
a shelter afore it comes on."

The two canoes were lifted from the water, unloaded, and turned bottom
upward; a few charred planks, which had formed part of the roof of the
outhouses, were brought and put up to form a sort of shelter. A fire was
lit and a meal prepared. By this time the snow had begun to fall. After
the meal was over pipes were lit and the two hunters earnestly talked
over their plans, the Seneca chief throwing in a few words occasionally;
the others listened quietly. The Indians left the matter in the hands of
their chief, while Harold and Cameron knew that the two frontiersmen did
not need any suggestion from them. As to Jake, the thought of asking
questions never entered his mind. He was just at present less happy than
usual, for the negro, like most of his race, hated cold, and the
prospect of wandering through the woods in deep snow made him shudder
as he crouched close to the great fire they had built.

Peter and Jack Pearson were of opinion that it was exceedingly
probable that the Welches had been destroyed by the very band which
had carried off little Janet Cameron. The bodies of Indians who had
been on the war-path with the army had retired some six weeks before,
and it was about that time, Pearson said, that the attack on the
settlements had been made.

"I heard some parties of redskins who had been with the British
troops had passed through the neighborhood, and there was reports
that they were greatly onsatisfied with the results of the campaign.
As likely as not some of that band may have been consarned in the
attack on this place three year ago, and, passing nigh it, may have
determined to wipe out that defeat. An Injun never forgives. Many of
their braves fell here, and they could scarcely bring a more welcome
trophy back to their villages than the scalps of Welch and his men."

"Now, the first thing to do," Peter said, "is to find out what
particular chief took his braves with him to the war; then we've got
to find his village; and there likely enough we'll find Cameron's
daughter and maybe the girl from here. How old was she?"

"About fifteen," Pearson said, "and a fine girl, and a pretty girl,
too. I dun know," he went on after a pause, "which of the chiefs took
part in the war across the lakes, but I suspect it were War Eagle.
There's three great chiefs, and the other two were trading on the
frontier. It was War Eagle who attacked the place afore, and would be
the more likely to attack it again if he came anywheres near it. He
made a mess of it afore and 'd be burning to wipe out his failure if
he had a chance."

"Where is his place?"

"His village is the furthest of them all from here. He lives up near
the falls of Sault Ste. Marie, betwixt Lakes Superior and Huron. It's
a village with nigh three hundred wigwams."

"It aint easy to see how it's to be done. We must make to the north
shore of the lake. There'll be no working down here through the
woods; but it's a pesky difficult job--about as hard a one as ever I
took part in."

"It is that," Pearson said; "it can't be denied. To steal two white
girls out of a big Injun village aint a easy job at no time; but with
the snow on the ground it comes as nigh to an impossibility as
anything can do."

For another hour or two they talked over the route they should take
and their best mode of proceeding. Duncan Cameron sat and listened
with an intent face to every word. Since he had joined them he had
spoken but seldom; his whole soul was taken up with the thought of
his little daughter. He was ever ready to do his share and more than
his share of the work of paddling and at the portages, but he never
joined in the conversation; and of an evening, when the others sat
round the fire, he would move away and pace backward and forward in
anxious thought until the fire burned low and the party wrapped
themselves in their blankets and went off to sleep.

All the time the conversation had been going on the snow had fallen
heavily, and before it was concluded the clearing was covered deep
with the white mantle. There was little wind, and the snow fell
quietly and noiselessly. At night the Indians lay down round the
fire, while the white men crept under the canoes and were soon fast
asleep. In the morning it was still snowing, but about noon it
cleared up. It was freezing hard, and the snow glistened as the sun
burst through the clouds. The stillness of the forest was broken now
by sharp cracking sounds as boughs of trees gave way under the weight
of the snow; in the open it lay more than two feet deep.

"Now," Peter said, "the sooner we're off the better."

"I'll come in my own canoe," Pearson said. "One of the Injuns can
come with me and we'll keep up with the rest."

"There is room for you in the other canoes," Harold said.

"Plenty of room," the hunter answered. "But you see, Harold, the more
canoes the better. There aint no saying how close we may be chased,
and by hiding up the canoes at different places we give ourselves so
much more chance of being able to get to one or the other. They're
all large canoes, and at a pinch any one of them might hold the hull
party, with the two gals throwed in. But," he added to Harold in a
low voice, "don't you build too much on these gals, Harold. I
wouldn't say so while that poor fellow's listening, but the chance is
a desperate poor one, and I think we'll be mighty lucky ef we don't
leave all our scalps in that 'ere redskin village." The traps were
soon placed in the canoes, and just as the sun burst out the three
boats started. It was a long and toilsome journey. Stormy weather set
in, and they were obliged to wait for days by the lake till its
surface calmed. On these occasions they devoted themselves to hunting
and killed several deer. They knew that there were no Indian villages
near, and in such weather it would be improbable that any redskins
would be in the woods. They were enabled, therefore, to fire without
fear of the reports betraying their presence. The Senecas took the
opportunity of fabricating snowshoes for the whole party, as these
would be absolutely necessary for walking in the woods. Harold, Jake,
and Duncan Cameron at once began to practice their use. The negro was
comical in the extreme in his first attempts, and shouted so loudly
with laughter each time that he fell head foremost into the snow that
Peter said to him angrily:

"Look-a-here, Jake; it's dangerous enough letting off a rifle at a
deer in these woods, but it has to be done because we must lay in a
supply of food; but a musket-shot is a mere whisper to yer shouting.
Thunder aint much louder than you laughing--it shakes the hull place
and might be heard from here well-nigh to Montreal. Ef you can't keep
that mouth of your'n shut, ye must stop up the idée of learning to use
them shoes and must stop in the canoe while we're scouting on shore."

Jake promised to amend, and from this time when he fell in the soft
snow-wreaths he gave no audible vent to his amusement; but a pair of
great feet, with the snow-shoes attached, could be seen waving above
the surface until he was picked up and righted again.

Harold soon learned, and Cameron went at the work with grim
earnestness. No smile ever crossed his face at his own accidents or
at the wild vagaries of Jake, which excited silent amusement even
among the Indians. In a short time the falls were less frequent, and
by the time they reached the spot where they were determined to cross
the lake at the point where Lakes Huron and Michigan join, the three
novices were able to make fair progress in the snow-shoes.

The spot fixed upon was about twelve miles from the village of War
Eagle, and the canoes were hidden at distances of three miles apart.
First Pearson, Harold, and Cameron disembarked; Jake, Peter, and one
of the Indians alighted at the next point; and the Seneca chief and
two of his followers proceeded to the spot nearer to the Indian
village. Each party as they landed struck straight into the woods, to
unite at a point eight miles from the lake and as many from the
village. The hunters had agreed that, should any Indians come across
the tracks, less suspicion would be excited than would have been the
case were they found skirting the river, as it might be thought that
they were made by Indians out hunting.

Harold wondered how the other parties would find the spot to which
Pearson had directed them, but in due time all arrived at the
rendezvous. After some search a spot was found where the underwood
grew thickly, and there was an open place in the center of the clump.
In this the camp was established. It was composed solely of a low
tent of about two feet high, made of deer's hides sewed together, and
large enough to shelter them all. The snow was cleared away, sticks
were driven into the frozen ground, and strong poles laid across
them; the deerskin was then laid flat upon these. The top was little
higher than the general level of the snow, an inch or two of snow was
scattered over it, and to anyone passing outside the bushes the tent
was completely invisible.

The Indians now went outside the thicket and with great care
obliterated, as far as possible, the marks upon the snow. This could
not be wholly done, but it was so far complete that the slightest
wind which would send a drift over the surface would wholly conceal
all traces of passage.

They had, before crossing the lake, cooked a supply of food
sufficient for some days. Intense as was the cold outside, it was
perfectly warm in the tent. The entrance as they crept into it was
closed with a blanket, and in the center a lamp composed of deer's
fat in a calabash with a cotton wick gave a sufficient light.

"What is the next move?" Harold asked.

"The chief 'll start, when it comes dusk, with Pearson," Peter said.
"When they git close to the village he'll go in alone. He'll paint
Iroquois before he goes."

"Cannot we be near at hand to help them in case of a necessity,"
Harold asked.

"No," Peter said. "It wouldn't be no good at all. Ef it comes to
fighting they're fifty to one, and the lot of us would have no more
chance than two. If they're found out, which aint likely, they must
run for it, and they can get over the snow a deal faster than you
could, to say nothing of Cameron and Jake. They must shift for
themselves and 'll make straight for the nearest canoe. In the forest
they must be run down sooner or later, for their tracks would be
plain. No, they must go alone."

When night came on the Seneca produced his paints, and one of his
followers marked his face and arms with the lines and flourishes in
use by the Iroquois; then without a word of adieu he took his rifle
and glided out from the tent, followed by Pearson. Peter also put on
his snow-shoes and prepared to follow.

"I thought you were going to stay here, Peter."

"No, I'm going halfway with 'em. I'll be able to hear the sound of a
gun. Then, ef they're trapped, we must make tracks for the canoes at
once, for after following 'em to the lake they're safe to take up
their back track to see where they've come from; so, ef I hear a gun,
I'll make back here as quick as I can come."

When the three men had started silence fell on the tent. The redskins
at once lay down to sleep, and Jake followed their example. Harold
lay quiet thinking over the events which had happened to him in the
last three years, while Cameron lay with his face turned toward the
lamp with a set, anxious look on his face. Several times he crawled
to the entrance and listened when the crack made by some breaking
bough came to his ear. Hours passed and at last Harold dozed off, but
Cameron's eyes never closed until about midnight the blanket at the
entrance moved and Peter entered.

"Hae ye seen the ithers?" Cameron exclaimed.

"No, and were not likely to," Peter answered. "It was all still to
the time I came away, and afore I moved I was sure they must have
left the village. They won't come straight back, bless ye; they'll go
'way in the opposite direction and make a sweep miles round. They may
not be here for hours yet; not that there's much chance of their
tracks being traced. It has not snowed for over a week, and the snow
round the village must be trampled thick for a mile and more, with
the squaws coming and going for wood and the hunters going out on the
chase. I've crossed a dozen tracks or more on my way back. Ef it
wasn't for that we daren't have gone at all, for ef the snow was new
fallen the sight of fresh tracks would have set the first Injun that
come along a-wondering; and when a redskin begins to wonder he sets
to to ease his mind at once by finding out all about it, ef it takes
him a couple of days' sarch to do so. No, you can lie down now for
some hours. They won't be here till morning."

So saying, the scout set the example by wrapping himself up and going
to sleep, but Cameron's eyes never closed until the blanket was drawn
on one side again and in the gray light of the winter morning the
Seneca and Pearson crawled into the tent.

"What news?" Harold asked, for Cameron was too agitated to speak.

"Both gals are there," Pearson answered.

An exclamation of thankfulness broke from Harold. A sob of joy issued
from the heart of the Scotchman, and for a few minutes his lips moved
as he poured forth his silent thankfulness to God.

"Waal, tell us all about it," Peter said. "I can ask the chief any
questions afterward."

"We went on straight enough to the village," the hunter began. "It
are larger than when I saw it last, and War Eagle's influence in the
tribe must have increased. I didn't expect to find no watch, the
redskins having, so far as they knew, no enemies within five hundred
mile of 'em. There was a lot of fires burning and plenty of redskins
moving about among 'em. We kept on till we got quite close, and then
we lay up for a time below a tree at the edge of the clearing. There
were a sight too many of 'em about for the Seneca to go in yet
awhile. About half an hour arter we got there we saw two white gals
come outen one of the wigwams and stand for a while to warm
theirselves by one of the fires. The tallest of the two, well-nigh a
woman, was Nelly Welch. I knew her, in course. The other was three or
four years younger, with yaller hair over her shoulders. Nelly seemed
quiet and sad-like, but the other 'peared more at home--she laughed
with some of the redskin gals and even jined in their play. You see,"
he said, turning to Cameron, "she'd been captured longer and
children's spirits soon rise again. Arter a while they went back to
the wigwam." When the fires burned down and the crowd thinned, and
there was only a few left sitting in groups round the embers, the
Seneca started. For a long time I saw nothing of him, but once or
twice I thought I saw a figure moving among the wigwams. Presently
the fires burned quite down and the last Injun went off. I had begun
to wonder what the chief was doing, when he stood beside me. We made
tracks at once and have been tramping in a long circle all night. The
chief can tell ye his part of the business hisself."

"Well, chief, what have you found out?" Peter asked.

The Indian answered in his native tongue, which Peter interpreted
from time to time for the benefit of his white companions:

"When Deer Tail left the white hunter he went into the village. It
was no use going among the men, and he went round by the wigwams and
listened to the chattering of the squaws. The tribe were all well
contented, for the band brought back a great deal of plunder which
they had picked up on their way back from the army. They had lost no
braves and everyone was pleased. The destruction of the settlement of
the white man who had repulsed them before was a special matter for
rejoicing. The scalps of the white man and his wife are in the
village. War Eagle's son, Young Elk, is going to marry the white
girl. There are several of the braves whose heads have been turned by
the white skin and her bright eyes, but Young Elk is going to have
her. There have been great feastings and rejoicings since the return
of the warriors, but they are to be joined tomorrow by Beaver's band,
and then they will feast again. When all was quiet I went to the
wigwam where the white girls are confined. An old squaw and two of
War Eagle's daughters are with them. Deer Tail had listened while
they prepared for rest and knew on which side of the wigwam the tall
white maiden slept. He thought that she would be awake. Her heart
would be sad and sleep would not come to her soon, so he crept round
there and cut a slit in the skin close to where she lay. He put his
head in at the hole and whispered, 'Do not let the white girl be
afraid; it is a friend. Does she hear him?' She whispered, 'Yes.'
'Friends are near,' he said. 'The young warrior Harold, whom she
knows, and others, are at hand to take her away. The Iroquois will be
feasting to-morrow night. When she hears the cry of a night-owl let
her steal away with her little white sister and she will find her
friends waiting.' Then Deer Tail closed the slit and stole away to
his friend the white hunter. I have spoken."

"Jest what I expected of you, chief," Peter said warmly. "I thought
as how you'd manage to git speech with 'em somehow. If there's a
feast to-night, it's hard ef we don't manage to get 'em off."

"I suppose we must lie still all day, Peter."

"You must so," the hunter said. "Not a soul must show his nose
outside the tent except that one of the redskins'll keep watch to be
sure that no straggler has come across our tracks and followed 'em
up. Ef he was to do that, he might bring the hull gang down on us.
Ye'd best get as much sleep as ye can, for ye don't know when ye may
get another chance."

At nightfall the whole party issued from the tent and started toward
the Indian village. All arrangements had been made. It was agreed
that Pearson and the Seneca should go up to the village, the former
being chosen because he was known to Nelly. Peter and one of the
redskins were to take post a hundred yards further back, ready to
give assistance in case of alarm, while the rest were to remain about
half a mile distant. Cameron had asked that he might go with the
advance party, but upon Peter pointing out to him that his
comparatively slow rate of progression in snow-shoes would, in case
of discovery, lead to the recapture of the girls, he at once agreed
to the decision. If the flight of the girls was discovered soon after
leaving the camp, it was arranged that the Seneca and Peter should
hurry at once with them to the main body, while the other two Indians
should draw off their pursuers in another direction. In the event of
anything occurring to excite the suspicion of the Indians before
there was a chance of the girls being brought safely to the main
body, they were to be left to walk quietly back to camp, as they had
nothing to fear from the Indians. Peter and the Seneca were then to
work round by a circuitous route to the boat, where they were to be
joined by the main body, and to draw off until another opportunity
offered for repeating the attempt.

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Pearson and the Seneca
approached the village. The fires were burning high, and seated round
them were all the warriors of the tribe. A party were engaged in a
dance representing the pursuit and defeat of an enemy. The women were
standing in an outer circle, clapping their hands and raising their
voices in loud cries of applause and excitement as the dance became
faster and faster. The warriors bounded high, brandishing their
tomahawks. A better time could not have been chosen for the evasion
of the fugitives. Nelly Welch stood close to a number of Indian
girls, but slightly behind them. She held the hand of little Janet
Cameron.

Although she appeared to share in the interest of the Indians in the
dance, a close observer would have had no difficulty in perceiving
that Nelly was preoccupied. She was, indeed, intently listening for
the signal. She was afraid to move from among the others lest her
absence should be at once detected, but so long as the noise was
going on she despaired of being able to hear the signal agreed upon.
Presently an Indian brave passed close to her, and as he did so
whispered in her ear in English, "Behind your wigwam--friends there."
Then he passed on and moved round the circle as if intending to take
his seat at another point.

The excitement of the dance was momentarily increasing, and the
attention of the spectators was riveted to the movements of the
performers. Holding Janet's hand, Nelly moved noiselessly away from
the place where she had been standing. The movement was unnoticed, as
she was no longer closely watched, a flight in the depth of winter
appearing impossible. She kept round the circle till no longer
visible from the spot she had left. Then, leaving the crowd, she made
her way toward the nearest wigwams. Once behind these the girls stole
rapidly along under their shelter until they stood behind that which
they usually inhabited. Two figures were standing there. They
hesitated for a moment, but one of them advanced.

"Jack Pearson!" Nelly exclaimed, with a low cry of gladness.

"Jest that same, Nelly, and right glad to see you. But we've no time
for greeting now; the hull tribe may be after us in another five
minutes. Come along, pretty," he said, turning to Janet. "You'll find
somebody ye know close at hand."

Two minutes later the child was in her father's arms, and after a
moment's rapturous greeting between father and child and a very
delighted one between Nelly Welch and her Cousin Harold, the flight
was continued.

"How long a start do you think we may have?"

"Half an hour, maybe. The women may be some time afore they miss her,
and they'll sarch for her everywhere afore they give the alarm, as
they'll be greatly blamed for their carelessness."

There had been a pause in the flight for a few seconds when the
Seneca and Pearson arrived with the girls at the point where Peter
and the other Indian were posted, two hundred yards from the camp. Up
to this point the snow was everywhere thickly trampled, but as the
camp was left further behind the footprints would naturally become
more scarce. Here Pearson fastened to the girls' feet two pairs of
large moccasins; inside these wooden soles had been placed. They
therefore acted to some extent like snowshoes and prevented the
girls' feet from sinking deeply, while the prints which they left
bore no resemblance to their own. They were strapped on the wrong
way, so that the marks would seem to point toward the village rather
than away from it. Both girls protested that they should not be able
to get along fast in these encumbrances, but one of the men posted
himself on either side of each and assisted them along, and as the
moccasins were very light, even with the wooden soles inside, they
were soon able to move with them at a considerable pace.

Once united the whole party kept along at the top of their speed.
Peter Lambton assisted Cameron with Janet, and the girl, half-lifted
from the ground, skimmed over the surface like a bird, only touching
the snow here and there with the moccasins. Nelly Welch needed no
assistance from Harold or Pearson. During the long winters she had
often practiced on snow-shoes, and was consequently but little
encumbered with the huge moccasins, which to some extent served the
same purpose.

They had been nearly half an hour on their way when they heard a
tremendous yell burst from the village.

"They've missed you," Peter said. "Now it's a fair race. We've got a
good start and 'll git more, for they'll have to hunt up the traces
very carefully, and it may be an hour, perhaps more, before they
strike upon the right one. Ef the snow had been new fallen we should
have had 'em arter us in five minutes; but even a redskin's eye will
be puzzled to find out at night one track among such hundreds."

"I have but one fear," Pearson said to Harold.

"What is that?"

"I'm afeared that without waiting to find the tracks they may send
off half a dozen parties to the lake. They'll be sure that friends
have taken the gals away, and will know that their only chance of
escape is by the water. On land we should be hunted down to a
certainty, and the redskins, knowing that the gals could not travel
fast, will not hurry in following up the trail. So I think they'll at
once send off parties to watch the lake, and 'll like enough make no
effort to take up the trail till to-morrow morning."

This was said in a low whisper, for although they were more than two
miles from the village it was necessary to move as silently as
possible.

"You had best tell the others what you think, Pearson. It may make a
difference in our movements."

A short halt was called, and the Seneca and Peter quite agreed with
Pearson's idea.

"We'd best make for the canoe that's furthest off. When the redskins
find the others, which they're pretty sure to do, for they'll hunt
every bush, they're likely to be satisfied and to make sure they'll
ketch us at one or the other."

This much decided upon, they continued their flight, now less
rapidly, but in perfect silence. Speed was less an object than
concealment. The Indians might spread, and a party might come across
them by accident. If they could avoid this, they were sure to reach
their canoe before morning and unlikely to find the Indians there
before them.

It was about twelve miles to the spot where they had hidden the
canoe, and although they heard distant shouts and whoops ringing
through the forest, no sound was heard near them.




CHAPTER XV.


THE ISLAND REFUGE.

The night was intensely cold and still and the stars shone brightly
through the bare boughs overhead. "Are you sure you are going all
right?" Nelly asked Harold. "It is so dark here that it seems
impossible to know which way we are going." "You can trust the
Indians," Harold said. "Even if there was not a star to be seen they
could find their way by some mysterious instinct. How you are grown,
Nelly! Your voice does not seem much changed, and I am longing to see
your face."

"I expect you are more changed than I am, Harold," the girl answered.
"You have been going through so much since we last met, and you seem
to have grown so tall and big. Your voice has changed very much, too;
it is the voice of a man. How in the world did you find us here?"

Pearson had gone on ahead to speak to the Seneca, but he now joined
them again.

"You mustn't talk," he said. "I hope there's no redskins within five
miles of us now, but there's never any saying where they may be."

There was, Harold thought, a certain sharpness in the hunter's voice,
which told of a greater anxiety than would be caused by the very
slight risk of the quietly spoken words being heard by passing
redskins, and he wondered what it could be.

They were now, he calculated, within a mile of the hiding place where
they had left the boat, and they had every reason for believing that
none of the Indians would be likely to have followed the shore so
far. That they would be pursued and that, in so heavily laden a
canoe, they would have great difficulty in escaping, he was well
aware, but he relied on the craft of the hunters and Senecas for
throwing their pursuers off the trail.

All at once the trees seemed to open in front, and in a few minutes
the party reached the river. A cry of astonishment and of something
akin to terror broke from Harold. As far as the eye could reach the
lake was frozen. Their escape was cut off.

"That's jest what I've been expecting," Pearson said. "The ice had
begun to form at the edge when we landed, and three days and nights
of such frost as we've had since was enough to freeze Ontario. What
on arth's to be done?"

No one answered. Peter and the redskins had shared Pearson's anxiety,
but to Harold and Cameron the disappointment was a terrible one; as
to Jake, he left all the thinking to be done by the others. Harold
stood gazing helplessly on the expanse of ice which covered the
water. It was not a smooth sheet, but was rough and broken, as if,
while it had been forming, the wind had broken the ice up into cakes
again and again, while the frost as often had bound them together.

They had struck the river within a few hundred yards of the place
where the canoe was hidden, and, after a short consultation between
the Seneca chief, Peter Lambton, and Pearson, moved down toward that
spot.

"What are you thinking of doing?" Harold asked when they gathered
round the canoe.

"We're going to load ourselves with the ammunition and deer's flesh,"
Peter said, "and make for a rocky island which lies about a mile off
here. I noticed it as we landed. There's nothing to do but to fight
it out to the last there. It are a good place for defense, for the
redskins won't like to come out across the open, and, even covered by
a dark night, they'd show on this white surface."

"Perhaps they won't trace us."

"Not trace us!" the trapper repeated scornfully. "Why, when daylight
comes, they'll pick up our track and follow it as easy as you could
that of a wagon across the snow."

They were just starting when Harold gave a little exclamation.

"What is it, lad?"

"A flake of snow fell on my face."

All looked up. The stars had disappeared. Another flake and another
fell on the upturned faces of the party.

"Let's thank the great God," Peter said quietly. "There's a chance
for our lives yet. Half an hour's snow and the trail 'll be lost."

Faster and faster the snowflakes came down. Again the leaders
consulted.

"We must change our plans, now," Peter said, turning to the others.
"So long as they could easily follow our tracks it mattered nothing
that they'd find the canoe here; but now it's altogether different.
We must take it along with us."

The weight of the canoe was very small. The greater part of its
contents had already been removed. There was a careful look round to
see that nothing remained on the bank; then four of the men lifted it
on their shoulders, and the whole party stepped out upon the ice. The
snow was now falling heavily, and to Harold's eyes there was nothing
to guide them in the direction they were following. Even the Indians
would have been at a loss had not the Seneca, the instant the snow
began to fall, sent on one of his followers at full speed toward the
island. Harold wondered at the time what his object could be as the
Indian darted off across the ice, but now he understood. Every minute
or two the low hoot of an owl was heard, and toward this sound the
party directed their way through the darkness and snow.

So heavy was the fall that the island rose white before them as they
reached it. It was of no great extent--some twenty or thirty yards
across, and perhaps twice that length. It rose steeply from the water
to a height of from ten to fifteen feet. The ground was rough and
broken, and several trees and much brushwood grew in the crevices of
the rock.

The Seneca and the hunters made a rapid examination of the island,
and soon fixed upon the spot for their camp. Toward one end the
island was split in two, and an indentation ran some distance up into
it. Here a clear spot was found some three or four feet above the
level of the water. It was completely hidden by thick bushes from the
sight of anyone approaching by water. There the canoe was turned
over, and the girls, who were both suffering from the intense cold,
were wrapped up in blankets and placed under its shelter. The camp
was at the lower end of the island and would, therefore, be entirely
hidden from view of Indians gathered upon the shore. In such a
snowstorm light would be invisible at a very short distance, and
Peter did not hesitate to light a fire in front of the canoe.

For three hours the snow continued to fall. The fire had been
sheltered by blankets stretched at some distance above it. Long
before the snow ceased it had sunk down to a pile of red embers. A
small tent had now been formed of blankets for the use of the girls;
brushwood had been heaped over this, and upon the brushwood snow had
been thrown, the whole making a shelter which would be warm and
comfortable in the bitterest weather. A pile of hot embers was placed
in this little tent until it was thoroughly heated; blankets were
then spread, and the girls were asked to leave the shelter of the
canoe and take their place there.

The canoe itself was now raised on four sticks three feet from the
ground; bushes were laid round it and snow piled on, thus forming the
walls of which the canoe was the roof. All this was finished long
before the snow had ceased falling, and this added a smooth white
surface all over, so that, to a casual eye, both tent and hut looked
like two natural ridges of the ground. They were a cheerful party
which assembled in the little hut. The remainder of the embers of the
fire had been brought in, and, intense as was the cold outside, it
was warm and comfortable within. Tea was made and pipes filled, and
they chatted some time before going to sleep.

Duncan Cameron was like a man transfigured. His joy and thankfulness
for the recovery of his daughter were unbounded. Harold's pleasure,
too, at the rescue of his cousin was very great, and the others were
all gratified at the success of their expedition. It was true that
the Indians had as yet gained no scalps, but Harold had promised them
before starting that, should the expedition be successful, they
should be handsomely rewarded.

"We mustn't reckon as we are safe yet," Peter said in answer to one
of Harold's remarks. "The redskins aint going to let us slip through
their fingers so easy as all that. They've lost our trail and have
nothing but their senses to guide 'em, but an Injun's senses aint
easily deceived in these woods. Ef this snow begins again and keeps
on for two or three days they may be puzzled; but ef it stops they'll
cast a circle round their camp at a distance beyond where we could
have got before the snow ceased, and ef they find no new trails
they'll know that we must be within that circle. Then, as to the
boats, when they find as we don't come down to the two as they've
discovered, and that we've not made off by land, they'll guess as
there was another canoe hidden somewhere, and they'll sarch high and
low for it. Waal, they won't find it; and then they'll suppose that
we may have taken to the ice, and they'll sarch that. Either they'll
git to open water or to the other side. Ef there's open water
anywhere within a few miles they may conclude that we've carried a
canoe, launched it there, and made off. In that case, when they've
sarched everywhere, they may give it up. Ef there aint no such open
water, they'll sarch till they find us. It aint likely that this
island will escape 'em. With nine good rifles here we can hold the
place against the hull tribe, and as they'd show up against the snow,
they can no more attack by night than by day."

"I don't think our food will hold out beyond seven or eight days,"
Harold said.

"Jest about that," Peter answered; "but we can cut a hole in the ice
and fish, and can hold out that way, if need be, for weeks. The wust
of it is that the ice aint likely to break up now until the spring. I
reckon our only chance is to wait till we git another big snowstorm
and then to make off. The. snow will cover our trail as fast as we
make it, and, once across to the other shore, we may git away from
the varmints. But I don't disguise from you, Harold, that we're in a
very awk'ard trouble, and that it 'll need all the craft of the
chief, here, and all the experience of Pearson and me to get us out
of it."

"The guid God has been vera merciful to us sae far," Duncan Cameron
said; "he will surely protect us to the end. Had he na sent the snow
just when he did, the savages could hae followed our trail at once;
it was a miracle wrought in our favor. He has aided us to rescue the
twa bairns frae the hands of the Indians, and we may surely trust in
his protection to the end. My daughter and her friend hae, I am very
sure, before lying down to sleep, entreated his protection. Let us a'
do the same."

And the old soldier, taking off his cap, prayed aloud to God to heed
and protect them.

Harold and the frontiersmen also removed their caps and joined in the
prayer, and the Senecas looked on, silent and reverent, at an act of
worship which was rare among their white companions.

As Peter was of opinion that there was no chance whatever of any
search on the part of the Indians that night, and therefore there was
no need to set a watch, the whole party wrapped themselves up in
their blankets and were soon asleep.

When Harold woke next morning it was broad daylight. The Senecas had
already been out and had brought news that a strong party of Indians
could be seen moving along the edge of the forest, evidently
searching for a canoe. One of the Indians was placed on watch, and
two or three hours later he reported that the Indians were now
entirely out of sight and were, when last seen, scouting along the
edge of the forest.

"Now," Peter said, "the sooner we git another snowstorm the better.
Ef we'd been alone we could have pushed on last night, but the gals
was exhausted and would soon have died of the cold. Now, with a fresh
start they'd do. Ef we can't cross the lake I calculate that we're
about thirty mile from a p'int on the north shore below the falls of
Ste. Marie, and we could land there and strike across through the
woods for the settlement. It'd be a terrible long journey round the
north of Huron, but we must try it ef we can't get across."

"But we could go off by night, surely," Harold said, "even if there
is no fresh snow."

"We could do that," Peter replied; "no doubt of it. But ef they were
to find our track the next day, ay, or within three days, they'd
follow us and overtake us afore we got to the settlements. Ef we was
alone, it'd be one thing; but with the gals it'd be another
altogether. No, we must stop here till a snowstorm comes, even if we
have to stop for a month. There's no saying how soon some of them
Injuns may be loafing round, and we daren't leave a trail for 'em to
take up."

They had scarcely ceased speaking when a low call from the Indian
placed on watch summoned the chief to his side. A minute later the
latter rejoined the group below and said a few words to Peter.

"Jest as I thought!" the latter grumbled, rising with his rifle
across his arm. "Here are some of the varmints coming out this 'ere
way. Likely enough it's a party of young braves jest scouting about
on their own account, to try and get honor by discovering us when
their elders have failed. It would have been better for them to have
stopped at home."

The party now crept up to the top of the rock, keeping carefully
below its crest.

"Ef you show as much as a hair above the top line," Peter said,
"they'll see you, sartin."

"Would it not be well," Harold asked, "for one of us to show himself?
There is no possibility of further concealment, and if they go off
without any of them being killed the others might be less bitter
against us than they would if they had lost some of their tribe."

Peter laughed scornfully.

"Ye haven't had much to do with Injuns, lad, but I should have
thought you'd have had better sense nor that. Haven't these Injuns
been a-murdering and a-slaying along the frontier all the summer,
falling on defenseless women and children? Marcy and pity aint in
their natur, and, fight or no fight, our scalps will dry in their
wigwams if they get us into their power. They know that we can shoot
and mean to, and that 'll make 'em careful of attacking us, and every
hour is important. Now," he said to the others, "each of you cover a
man and fire straight through your sights when I gives the word.
There's others watching 'em, you may be sure, and ef the whole five
go down together, it'll make 'em think twice afore they attack us
again."

Peering between some loose rocks, so that he could see without
exposing his head above the line, Harold watched the five Indians
approaching. They had evidently some doubts as to the wisdom of the
course they were pursuing, and were well aware that they ran a
terrible risk standing there in the open before the rifles of those
concealed, should the fugitives be really there. Nevertheless, the
hope of gaining distinction and the fear of ridicule from those
watching them on shore, should they turn back with their mission
unaccomplished, inspired them with resolution. When within three
hundred yards of the island they halted for a long time. They stood
gazing fixedly; but, although no signs of life could be perceived,
they were too well versed in Indian warfare to gain any confidence
from the apparent stillness. Throwing themselves flat on the snow and
following each other in single line, by which means their bodies were
nearly concealed from sight in the track which their leader made
through the light, yielding snow, they made a complete circuit of the
island. They paused for some time opposite the little forked entrance
in which the camp was situated, but apparently saw nothing, for they
kept round until they completed the circuit.

When they reached the point from which they had started there was,
apparently, a short consultation among them. Then they continued
their course in the track that they had before made until they
reached a spot facing the camp. Then they changed order, and, still
prone in the snow, advanced abreast toward the island.

"The varmints have guessed that, if we are here, this is the place
where we'd be hid," Peter whispered in Harold's ear.

As the Indians made their circuit the party in the island had changed
their position so as always to keep out of sight. They were now on
the top of the island, which was a sort of rough plateau. The girls
had been warned, when they left them, to remain perfectly quiet in
their shelter whatever noise they might hear. Peter and the Seneca
watched the Indians through holes which they had made with their
ramrods through a bank of snow. The others remained flat in the
slight depression behind it. At the distance of one hundred and fifty
yards the Indians stopped.

"The varmints see something!" Peter said. "Maybe they can make out
the two snow heaps through the bushes; maybe they can see some of our
footsteps in the snow. They're going to fire!" he exclaimed. "Up,
lads! They may send a bullet into the hut whar the gals is hid."

In an instant the line of men sprang to their feet. The Indians,
taken by surprise at the sudden appearance of a larger number of
enemies than they expected, fired a hasty volley and then sprang to
their feet and dashed toward the shore. But they were deadly rifles
which covered them. Peter, Harold, and Pearson could be trusted not
to miss even a rapidly moving object at that distance, and the men
were all good shots. Not in regular order, but as each covered his
man, the rifles were discharged. Four out of the five Indians fell,
and an arm of the fifth dropped useless by his side; however, he
still kept on. The whites reloaded rapidly, and Harold was about to
fire again when Pearson put his hand on his shoulder.

"Don't fire! We've shown them that we can shoot straight. It's jest
as well at present that they shouldn't know how far our rifles will
carry."

The four Senecas dashed out across the snow and speedily returned,
each with a scalp hanging at his belt.

A loud yell of anger and lamentation had risen from the woods
skirting the shore as the Indians fell, but after this died away deep
silence reigned.

"What will be their next move?" Cameron asked Peter, as they gathered
again in their low hut, having placed one of the Indians on watch.

"We'll hear nothing of 'em till nightfall," Peter said. "Their first
move, now they know as we're here, will be to send off to fetch up
all the tribe who're in search of us. When it comes on dark they'll
send scouts outside of us on the ice to see as we don't escape--not
that they'd much mind ef we did, for they could track us through the
snow and come up with us whenever they chose. No, they may be sure
we'll stay where we are. It may be they'll attack us to-night, maybe
not. It'd be a thing more risksome than redskins often undertake to
cross the snow under the fire of nine rifles. I aint no doubt they'd
try and starve us out, for they must know well enough that we can
have no great store of provisions. But they know as well as we do
that, if another snowstorm comes on, we might slip away from 'em
without leaving a foot-mark behind. It's jest that thought as may
make 'em attack."

"Well, we can beat them off, if they do," Harold said confidently.

"Waal, we may and we may not," the scout answered. "Anyhow we can
kill a grist of 'em afore they turn us out on this 'ere island."

"That's sartin enough," Pearson put in; "but they're a strong tribe,
and ef they can harden their hearts and make a rush it's all up with
us. I allow that it's contrary to their custom, but when they see no
other way to do with, they may try."

"I suppose if they do try a rush," Harold said, "they will do it
against this end of the island?"

"Yes, you may bet your money on that," the scout answered. "In other
places the rock goes pretty nigh straight up from the water, but here
it's an easy landing. Being so close to 'em they're sure to know all
about it; but even if they didn't, the chap that got away would tell
'em. I don't much expect an attack to-night--the bands won't be back
yet. They'll have a grand palaver to-night, and there'll be a big
talk afore they decide what is best to be done; so I think we're safe
for to-night. To-morrow we'll set to work and build a shelter for the
pretty ones up above, where they'll be safe from stray shots. Then
we'll throw up a breastwork with loose rocks on the top of the slope
round this cove, so as to give it to 'em hot when they land."

"You have plenty of powder?" Harold asked.

"Dollops," Peter replied; "more'n we could fire away if we was
besieged here for a month."

"Then you could spare me twenty pounds or so?"

"We could spare you a whole keg if you like; we've got three full.
But what are you thinking of now, young un?"

"I was thinking," Harold answered, "of forming a line of holes, say
three feet apart, in the ice across the mouth of the cove. If we were
to charge them with powder and lay a train between them, we could,
when the first dozen or so have passed the line, fire the train and
break up the ice. This would prevent the others following, and give
them such a bad scare that they would probably make off, and we could
easily deal with those who had passed the line before we fired it."

"That's a good idea of yours, lad. A fust-rate idea. The ice must be
a foot thick by this time, and ef you put in your charges eight
inches and tamp 'em well down you'll shiver the ice for a long way
round. The idea is a fust-rate one."

Pearson and Cameron assisted in the work, and the Indians, when Peter
had explained the plan to them, gave deep gutteral exclamations of
surprise and approval. The process of blasting was one wholly unknown
to them.

"I will mak' the holes," Cameron said. "I hae seen a deal of blasting
when I was in the army. I can heat the end of a ramrod in a fire and
hammer it into the shape of a borer."

"A better way than that, Cameron," Harold said, "will be to heat the
end of a ramrod white-hot. You will melt holes in the ice in half the
time it would take you to bore them. That was what I was thinking of
doing."

"Right you are, lad!" Pearson said. "Let's set about it at once."

A large fire was now lighted outside the hut, for there was no longer
any occasion for secrecy. The ends of three or four of the ramrods
were placed in the fire, and two lines of holes were bored in the ice
across the mouth of the little cove. These lines were twelve feet
apart, and they calculated that the ice between them would be
completely broken up, even if the fractures did not extend a good way
beyond the lines. The holes were of rather larger diameter than the
interior of a gun barrel. It was found that the ice was about fifteen
inches thick, and the holes were taken down ten inches. Three or four
charges of powder were placed in each; a stick of a quarter of an
inch in diameter was then placed in each hole, and pounded ice was
rammed tightly in around it until the holes were filled up, a few
drops of water being poured in on the top, so as to freeze the whole
into a solid mass. There was no fear of the powder being wetted, for
the frost was intense. Then the sticks were withdrawn and the holes
left filled with powder. With the heated ramrods little troughs were
sunk half an inch deep, connecting the tops of the holes; lines of
powder were placed in these trenches; narrow strips of skin were laid
over them, and the snow was then thrown on again. The two lines of
trenches were connected at the ends at the shore, so that they could
be fired simultaneously.

While the men were occupied with this work the girls had cooked some
venison steaks and made some cakes.

It was just nightfall when they had finished, and all sat down and
enjoyed a hearty meal. Peter and one of the Senecas undertook the
watch for half the night, when they were to be relieved by Pearson
and the chief. The early part of the night passed off quietly, but an
hour before morning the party were aroused by the sharp crack of two
rifles. Seizing their arms, all rushed out.

"What is it, Pearson?"

"Two of their scouts," Pearson answered, pointing to two dark bodies
on the snow at a distance of about one hundred yards. "I suppose they
wanted to see ef we was on the watch. We made 'em out almost as soon
as they left the shore, but we let 'em come on until we was sartin of
our aim. There aint no more about as we can see, so ye can all turn
in again for another hour or two."

There was no fresh alarm before morning, and, when the sun rose, it
shone over a wide expanse of snow, unbroken save where lay the bodies
of the two Indians--whose scalps already hung at the belt of the
Seneca--and those of their four comrades who had fallen in the first
attack.

The day passed quietly. Toward the afternoon two Indians were seen
approaching from the shore. They were unarmed and held their hands
aloft as a sign of amity. Peter and Pearson at once laid down their
guns, left the island, and advanced to meet them. They were Indian
chiefs of importance.

"Why have my white brothers stolen in at night upon the village of
War Eagle and slain his young men?"

"It is what you have been doing all last year, chief," Pearson, who
spoke the dialect better than Peter, replied. "But we injured no one.
We didn't kill women and children, as your warriors have done in the
white villages. We only came to take what you had stolen from us, and
ef your young men have been killed it's only because they tried to
attack us."

"The white men must see," the chief said, "that they cannot get away.
The water is hard, and their canoe will not swim in it. The snow is
deep, and the tender feet cannot walk through it. My warriors are
very numerous, and the white men cannot fight their way through them.
The white settlements are very far away, and their friends cannot
reach them; and it will be many months before the water softens, and
long before that the white men will have eaten their moccasins."

"Waal, chief," Pearson said, "we're in a tight hole, I grant you; but
I'm far from allowing that we aint no chances left to us yet. What do
you propose? I suppose you've some proposition to make."

"Let the white men leave behind them their guns and their powder and
the maidens they have taken from War Eagle's camp; then let them go
in peace. They shall not be harmed."

Pearson gave a short laugh.

"War Eagle must think the white men are foolish. What's to prevent
the red warriors from taking all our scalps when our arms are in
their hands?"

"The word of a great chief," War Eagle said. "War Eagle never lies."

"You may not lie, chief," Pearson said bluntly, "but I've known many
a treaty broken afore now. You and your people may not touch us, but
there's other redskins about, and I wouldn't give a beaver's skin for
our sculps ef we were to take the back trail to the settlements
without arms in our hands. Besides that, we've among us the father of
the gal who was stole far away off from Lake Champlain, and a
relative of hers whose parents you've killed down on the lake. Ef we
were to agree to give up our arms, it stands to reason it aint likely
they'd agree to give up the gals. No, no, chief; your terms aren't
reasonable. But I tell ye what we will do; ef you'll give us your
word that neither you nor your tribe'll molest us in our retreat
we'll go back to the settlements, and 'll engage that, when we get
back there, we'll send you nine of the best rifles money can buy,
with plenty of powder and ball, and blankets and such like."

The chief waved his hand in contemptuous refusal of the terms.

"There are six of my young men's scalps at your girdles, and their
places are empty. War Eagle has spoken."

"Very well, chief," Pearson said. "Ef nothing but sculps will content
you, to fighting it must come; but I warn you that your tribe'll lose
a good many more afore they get ours."

So saying, without another word, they separated, each party making
their way back to their friends.

"What on earth can he have proposed such terms as those for?" Harold
asked, when Pearson had related what had taken place between him and
the chief. "He must have known we should not accept them."

"I expect," Pearson said, "he wanted to see who we were and to judge
what sort of spirit we had. It may be, too, that there was a party
among the tribe who had no stomachs for the job of attacking this
place, and so he was obliged to make a show of offering terms to
please 'em; but he never meant as they should be accepted. No, I take
it they'll wait a few days to see what hunger'll do. They must be
pretty sure that we've not a very large supply of food."




CHAPTER XVI.


THE GREAT STORM.

"Let us overhaul our packages," Harold said, "and see what provisions
we have left. It would be as well to know how we stand."

It was found that they had a sufficient supply of flour to last, with
care, for a fortnight. The meal was nearly exhausted; of tea they had
an abundance; the sugar was nearly out, and they had three bottles of
spirits.

"Could we not make the flour last more than the fourteen days by
putting ourselves on half rations?" Harold asked.

"We might do that," Peter said, "but I tell you the rations would be
small even for fourteen days. We've calkilated according to how much
we eat when we've plenty of meat, but without meat it'd be only a
starvation ration to each. Fortunately we've fish-hooks and lines,
and by making holes in the ice we can get as many fish as we like.
Waal, we can live on them alone, if need be, and an ounce or two of
flour, made into cakes, will be enough to go with 'em. That way the
flour would last us pretty nigh two months. I don't say that, if the
wust comes to the wust, we might not hold on right to the spring on
fish. The lake's full of 'em, and some of 'em have so much oil in 'em
that they're nigh as good as meat."

"Do you think, Peter, that if the Indians make one great attack and
are beaten off they will try again?"

"No one can say," Peter answered. "Injun natur' can't never be
calkilated on. I should say if they got a thundering beating they
aint likely to try again; but there's never no saying."

"The sooner they attack and get it o'er the better," Cameron said. "I
hae na slept a wink the last twa nights. If I doze off for a moment I
wake up, thinking I hear their yells. I am as ready to fight as ony
o' you when the time comes, but the thought o' my daughter, here,
makes me nervous and anxious. What do you say, Jake?"

"It all de same to Jake, Massa Cameron. Jake sleeps bery sound, but
he no like de tought ob eating nothing but fish for five or six
months. Jake neber bery fond ob fish."

"You'll like it well enough when you get used to it, Jake," Pearson
said. "It's not bad eating on a pinch, only you want to eat a sight
of it to satisfy you. Well, let's see how the fish'll bite."

Four holes were cut in the ice at a short distance apart. The hooks
were attached to strong lines and baited with deer's flesh, and soon
the fishing began. The girls took great interest in the proceeding.
Nelly was an adept at the sport, having generally caught the fish for
the consumption of the household at home. She took charge of one of
the lines, Harold of another, while Jake and one of the Senecas
squatted themselves by the other holes. There had been some
discussion as to whether the fishing should take place on the side of
the island facing the shore or behind the rocks, but the former was
decided upon. This was done because all were anxious that the
expected attack should take place as soon as possible, and the event
was likely to be hastened when the Indians saw that they were
provided with lines and were thus able to procure food for a
considerable time.

It was soon manifest that, if they could live upon fish, they need
feel no uneasiness as to its supply. Scarcely had the lines been let
down than fish were fast to them. Harold and the other men soon had
trout, from three to six pounds, lying on the ice beside them, but
Nelly was obliged to call Pearson to her assistance, and the fish,
when brought to the surface, was found to be over twenty pounds in
weight. An hour's fishing procured them a sufficient supply for a
week's consumption. There was no fear as to the fish keeping, for in
a very short time after being drawn from the water they were frozen
stiff and hard. They were hung up to some boughs near the huts, and
the party were glad enough to get into shelter again, for the cold
was intense.

As before, the early part of the night passed quietly; but toward
morning Peter, who was on watch, ran down and awakened the others.

"Get your shooting-irons and hurry up," he said. "The varmints are
coming this time in arnest."

In a minute everyone was at the post assigned to him. A number of
dark figures could be seen coming over the ice.

"There's nigh two hundred of 'em," Peter said. "War Eagle has brought
the whole strength of his tribe."

Contrary to their usual practice the Indians did not attempt to crawl
up to the place they were about to attack, but advanced at a run
across the ice. The defenders lost not a moment in opening fire, for
some of their rifles would carry as far as the shore.

"Shoot steady," Peter said. "Don't throw away a shot."

Each man loaded and fired as quickly as he could, taking a steady
aim, and the dark figures which dotted the ice behind the advancing
Indians showed that the fire was an effectual one. The Indians did
not return a shot. Their chief had, no doubt, impressed upon them the
uselessness of firing against men lying in shelter, and had urged
them to hurry at the top of their speed to the island and crush the
whites in a hand-to-hand fight.

It was but three or four minutes from the time the first shot was
fired before they were close to the island. They made, as Peter had
expected, toward the little cove, which was indeed the only place at
which a landing could well be effected. Harold ran down and hid
himself in a bush at the spot where the train terminated, carrying
with him a glowing brand from the fire.

"War Eagle means to have our sculps this time," Peter said to
Pearson. "I never seed an uglier rush. White men couldn't have done
better."

The Indians had run in scattered order across the ice, but they
closed up as they neared the cove. As they rushed toward it four fell
beneath the shots of half the defenders, and another four a few
seconds later from a volley by the other section.

In a wonderfully short time the first were ready again, and the
Indians wavered at the slaughter and opened fire upon the breastwork,
behind which the defenders were crouching. Those behind pressed on,
and, with terrific yells, the mass of Indians bounded forward.

Harold had remained inactive, crouching behind the bush. He saw the
head of the dark mass rush past him and then applied the brand to the
train.

There was a tremendous explosion. Yells and screams rent the air, and
in an instant a dark line of water, twenty feet wide, stretched
across the mouth of the cove.

In this were pieces of floating ice and numbers of Indians struggling
and yelling. Some made only a faint struggle before they sank, while
others struck out for the side furthest from the island.

The main body of the Indians, appalled by the explosion, checked
themselves in their course and at once took to flight; some, unable
to check their impetus, fell into the water upon the wounded wretches
who were struggling there. Those who had crossed stood irresolute,
and then, turning, leaped into the water. As they struggled to get
out on the opposite side the defenders maintained a deadly fire upon
them, but, in two or three minutes, the last survivor had scrambled
out, and all were in full flight toward the shore.

"I think we've seen the last of the attacks," Peter said, as they
came down from their breastwork and joined Harold in the cove. "That
was a first-rate notion of yours, lad. Ef it hadn't been for that we
should have been rubbed out, sure enough; another minute and we'd
have gone down. They were in arnest and no mistake; they'd got steam
up and was determined to finish with us at once, whatever it cost
'em."

The instant the attack had ceased Cameron had hastened to the hut
where the girls were lying, to assure them that all danger was over
and that the Indians were entirely defeated. In an hour a fresh skim
of ice had formed across the streak of water, but, as through its
clear surface many of the bodies of the Indians could be seen, the
men threw snow over it, to spare the girls the unpleasantness of such
a sight every time they went out from the cove. The bodies of all the
Indians who had fallen near the island were also covered with snow.
Those nearer the shore were carried off by the Iroquois in their
retreat.

"I suppose, Peter," Harold said as they sat round the fire that
evening, "you have been in quite as awkward scrapes as this before
and have got out all right?"

"Why, this business aint nothing to that affair we had by Lake
Champlain. That were as bad a business, when we was surrounded in
that log hut, as ever I went through--and I've been through a good
many. Pearson and me nigh got our har raised more nor once in that
business of Pontiac's. He were a great chief and managed to get up
the biggest confederation agin us that's ever been known. It were
well for us that that business didn't begin a few years earlier when
we was fighting the French; but you see, so long as we and they was
at war the Indians hoped as we might pretty well exterminate each
other, and then they intended to come in and finish off whoever got
the best of it. Waal, the English they drove the French back and
finally a treaty was made in Europe by which the French agreed to
clear out.

"It was jest about this time as Pontiac worked upon the tribes to lay
aside their own quarrels and jine the French in fighting agin us. He
got the Senecas, and the Delawares, and the Shawnees, the Wyandots,
and a lot of other tribes from the lakes and the hull country between
the Niagara River and the Mississippi.

"Jack Pearson and me, we happened to be with the Miamis when the
bloody belt which Pontiac were sending round as a signal for war
arrived at the fort there. Jack and me knew the redskins pretty well,
and saw by their manner as something unusual had happened. I went to
the commandant of the fort and told him as much. He didn't think much
of my news. The soldier chaps always despises the redskins till they
see 'em come yelling along with their tomahawks, and then as often as
not it's jest the other way. Howsumdever, he agreed at last to pay
any amount of trade goods I might promise to the Miamis if the news
turned out worth finding out. I discovered that a great palaver was
to be held that evening at the chief's village, which was a mile away
from the fort.

"I'd seen a good deal of the Miamis and had fought with 'em against
the Shawnees, so I could do as much with 'em as most. Off Pearson and
I goes to the chief; and I says to him, 'Look ye here, chief, I've
good reasons to believe you've got a message from Pontiac and that it
means trouble. Now don't you go and let yourself be led away by him.
I've heard rumors that he's getting up a great confederation agin the
English. But I tell you, chief, if all the redskins on this continent
was to jine together, they couldn't do nothing agin the English. I
don't say as you mightn't wipe out a number of little border forts,
for no doubt you might; but what would come of it? England would send
out as many men as there are leaves in the forest, who would scorch
up the redskin nations as a fire on the prairie scorches up the
grass. I tell yer, chief, no good can come on it. Don't build yer
hopes on the French; they've acknowledged that they're beaten and are
all going out of the country. It'd be best for you and your people to
stick to the English. They can reward their friends handsomely, and
ef you jine with Pontiac, sooner or later trouble and ruin will come
upon you. Now I can promise you, in the name of the officer of the
fort, a good English rifle for yerself and fifty guns for your braves
and ten bales of blankets ef yer'll make a clean breast of it, and
first tell us what deviltry Pontiac is up to and next jine us
freely--or anyway hold aloof altogether from this conspiracy till yer
see how things is going.'

"Waal, the chief he thought the matter over and said he'd do his best
at the palaver that night, but till that was over, and he knew what
the council decided on, he couldn't tell me what the message was. I
was pretty well satisfied, for Prairie Dog were a great chief in his
tribe, and I felt pretty sartin he'd git the council to go the way he
wanted. I told him I'd be at the fort and that the governor would
expect a message after the council was over.

"It was past midnight when the chief came with four of his braves. He
told us that the tribe had received a bloody belt from Pontiac and a
message that the Mingoes and Delawares, the Wyandots and Shawnees
were going to dig up the hatchet against the whites, and calling upon
him and his people to massacre the garrison of the fort and then
march to jine Pontiac, who was about to fall upon Detroit and Fort
Pitt. They were directed to send the belt on to the tribes on the
Wabash, but they loved the English and were determined to take no
part against them; so they delivered the belt to their friend the
white commander, and hoped that he'd tell the great king in England
that the Miamis were faithful to him. The governor highly applauded
their conduct and said he'd send the news to the English governor at
New York, and at once ordered the presents which I promised to be
delivered to the chief for himself and his braves. When they'd gone
he said:

"'You were right, Peter. This news is important indeed, and it's
clear that a terrible storm's about to bust upon the frontier.
Whether the Miamis will keep true is doubtful; but now I'm on my
guard they'll find it difficult to take the fort. But the great thing
is to carry the news of what's happened to Detroit, to put them on
their guard. Will you and Pearson start at once?'

"In course we agreed, though it was clear that the job was a risksome
one, for it wouldn't be no easy matter to journey through the woods
with the hull redskin tribes on the war-path.

"The commander wanted me to carry the belt with me, but I said, 'I
might jest as well carry my death warrant to the first redskins as I
come across.' Major Gladwin, who commanded at Detroit, knew me, and I
didn't need to carry any proof of my story. So, afore the Miamis had
been gone half an hour, Jack and me took the trail for Detroit. We
had got a canoe hid on the lake a few miles away, and we was soon on
board. The next morning we seed a hull fleet of canoes coming down
the lake. We might have made a race with 'em, but being fully manned
the chances was as they'd have cut us off, and seeing that at present
war had not been declared, we judged it best to seem as if we weren't
afeared. So we paddles up to 'em and found as they were a lot of
Wyandots whose hunting-grounds lay up by Lake Superior. In course I
didn't ask no questions as to whar they was going, but jest mentioned
as we was on our way down to Detroit. 'We're going that way, too,'
the chief said, 'and 'll be glad to have our white brothers with us.'
So we paddled along together until, about noon, they landed. Nothing
was said to us as how we were prisoners, but we could see as how we
was jest as much captives as ef we'd been tied with buckskin ropes.

"Jack and me talked it over and agreed as it was no manner o' use
trying to make our escape, but that as long as they chose to treat us
as guests we'd best seem perfectly contented and make no show of
considering as they was on the war-path; although, seeing as they had
no women or children with 'em, a baby could have known as they were
up to no good.

"The next morning they started again at daybreak, and after paddling
some hours landed and hid away their canoes and started on foot.
Nothing was said to us, but we saw as we was expected to do as they
did. We went on till we was within ten mile of Detroit and then we
halted. I thought it were best to find out exactly how we stood, so
Jack and I goes up to the chief and says that as we was near Detroit
we would jest say good-by to him and tramp in.

"'Why should my white brothers hurry?' he said. 'It is not good for
them to go on alone, for the woods are very full of Indians.' 'But,'
I said, 'the hatchet's buried between the whites and the redskins, so
there's no danger in the woods.' The chief waved his hand. 'My white
brothers have joined the Wyandots, and they will tarry with them
until they go into Detroit. There are many redskins there, and there
will be a grand palaver. The Wyandots will be present.'

"Jack and me made no signs of being dissatisfied, but the position
weren't a pleasant one, I can tell you. Here was the redskins
a-clustering like bees around Detroit, ready to fall upon the
garrison and massacre 'em, and we, who was the only men as knew of
the danger, was prisoners among the redskins. It was sartin, too,
that though they mightn't take our lives till they had attacked the
garrison, they was only keeping us for the pleasure of torturing us
quietly arterward. The situation was plain enough; the question was,
what were to be done? There was about sixty of the varmints around us
sitting by their fires and looking as ef they didn't even know as we
was there, but we knew as sharp eyes was watching us and that, afore
we'd gone five yards, the hull lot would be on our track.

"Jack and me didn't say much to each other, for we knew how closely
we was watched and didn't want 'em to think as we was planning our
escape, so after a few words we sat down by one of the fires till it
got time to lie down for the night; but we had both been a-thinking.
We saw, when we lay down, that the Injuns lay pretty well around us,
while two on 'em, with their rifles ready to hand, sat down by a fire
close by and threw on some logs, as if they intended to watch all
night.

"It was a goodish-size clearing as they'd chose for a camping-ground,
and we should have had to run some distance afore we got to the
shelter of the trees. The moon too was up, and it were well-nigh as
light as day, and anxious as we was to git away, we agreed that there
were no chance of sliding off, but that it'd be better to wait till
next day.

"When we woke our guns was gone. We complained to the chief, who said
coldly that his young men would carry the guns and give 'em back to
us when we got to Detroit. It were no use saying more, for he might
at any moment have ordered us to be bound, and it were better to keep
the use of our legs as long as we could.

"For two days we stayed there, not seeing the shadow of a chance of
gitting away. Several redskin runners come in and spoke to the chief,
and we got more and more anxious to be off. We was still allowed to
walk about, provided we didn't go near the edge of the clearing;
whenever we went that way two Injuns, who kept guard by turns over
us, shouted to us to go no furder.

"The third morning, after a runner had come in, the chief gave the
word for a move and we set out. We saw they wasn't taking the direct
line to Detroit, although still going in that direction, and after
two hours' marching through the woods we got down on to the Detroit
River. Here was a big encampment, and some three or four hundred
Shawnees and Delawares was gathered here. A chief come up to us as we
entered the open. He gave an order to the Wyandots, and in a minute
we was bound hand and foot, carried to a small wigwam, and chucked
down inside like two logs of wood.

"After a little talk Jack and I agreed as after all we had a better
chance of escaping now than when we was watched by a hull tribe, and
we concluded that there weren't no time to be lost. The Wyandots had
no doubt been brought up in readiness to strike the blow, and even if
we'd known nothing about the belt we'd have been, sure that mischief
was intended when these three bands of red varmints had gathered so
close to the fort. It was sartin we couldn't do nothing till night,
but we both strained our cords as much as possible to get 'em to
stretch a bit and give us a better chance of slipping out of 'em. No
one come near us for some time, and as we could hear the sound of
voices we guessed that a great council was taking place, and we
agreed at once to loosen the knots, so as to be in readiness for
work, as like enough they'd put a sentry over us at night.

"It was a risky thing to try, for we might be disturbed at any
minute. Still we thought it were our only chance, so Jack set to work
with his teeth at my knots and in a quarter of an hour had loosened
them; then I undone his. We unbound our thongs and then fastened 'em
up again so that to the eye they looked jest the same as before but
really with a jerk they'd fall off.

"I must teach you how to do that, Harold, some time; ye may find it
of use. The knots was tied up as tightly as before, and it would have
needed a close examination to see that we was not tied as tight as
ever. Not a word was spoken and, we was as quiet as mice, for we
could hear two redskins talking outside. You may guess we was pretty
slick about it; and I don't know as ever I felt so thankful as when
we laid ourselves down again, jest as we had been throwed, without
the slit in the tent having opened and a red face peered in.

"A quarter of an hour later a redskin come in and looked at us.
Seeing, as it seemed to him, as we hadn't moved, he went out again.
Jest before nightfall two on 'em came in together, rolled us over,
and looked at the knots; they found as these was all right; then one
sat down jest in the door of the tent and the other took his place
outside. We waited some hours.

"At last the fires burned low and the camp got quiet. We knew it was
well-nigh hopeless to wait for 'em all to be asleep, for redskin
natur' is a restless one, and especially when there's anything on
hand they'll turn out two or three times in the night to smoke their
pipes by the fires, and they'd be the more restless since, as we'd
seen, there was only four or five wigwams and all would be sleeping
on the ground. At last I thought the time were come and gave Jack a
nudge, and we both sat up.

"It were a ticklish moment, young un, I can tell ye, for we knew that
it were scarce possible to get off without the alarm being raised. Ef
the wigwam had stood close to the edge of the forest it would have
been compar'tively easy, for once among the trees we might have hoped
to have outrun 'em, though the moon was so pesky bright; but
unfortunately it was built not far from the river, and we should have
to cross the hull clearing to gain the woods. The chances weren't
good, I can tell you, but it was clear as we had to try 'em. We had
purposely moved about pretty often, so that our movements would not
attract the attention of the Injun now. It didn't take a minute to
slip out of the cords, which, tight as they looked, really were not
fastened at all, there being two loose double ends between our arms
and our bodies. We could see the outside sentry through the open
door, and we waited till he turned his back and looked out on the
river. Then suddenly I gripped the redskin sitting at the entrance by
the neck with both my hands, pretty tight, as you may reckon, and
Jack ketched his knife from his belt and buried it in his body.

"That was soon over, and not a sound made as would have startled a
mouse. Then, standing up, I made a spring on to the sentry, while
Jack used his knife as before. We let him drop softly down and
prepared to bolt, when of a sudden the war-whoop sounded not twenty
feet away. One of the redskins, finding the ground hard, I suppose,
was strolling up to speak to the sentry when he saw us tackle him.
For a moment he were too much surprised to holler, but when he did he
gave a yell as brought the hull tribe to their feet. Jack had taken
up the sentry's rifle.

"'Ye'd better have held yer tongue,' he said as he leveled on the
redskin, and before the whoop was out of his lips the bullet hit him
and he went down like a log. It didn't need to look round to see as
there was no chance of getting to the trees, for two hundred redskins
was between us and them. 'We must take to the river, Jack,' I said.
It were but thirty yards away. I expected every moment, as we run, to
hear the rifle bullets whistle round us, but I guess Pontiac had
given orders that no gun was to be fired lest it might be heard at
the fort. Anyhow, not a shot was fired and we got down safe to the
bank."




CHAPTER XVII.


THE SCOUT'S STORY.

"Luckily enough there was a canoe lying close at our feet. 'Shove it
out, Jack,' says I, 'and then keep along the bank.' We gave it a
shove with all our strength and sent it dancing out into the river.
Then we dived in and swum down close under the bank. There was bushes
growing all along, and we came up each time under 'em. The redskins
was some little distance behind us as we reached the river, and in
course thought we had throwed ourselves flat in the canoe. In a
minute or two they got another and paddled off to it, and we soon
heard the shout they raised when they found it was empty. By this
time we was a hundred yards below the spot where we had taken to the
water, and knowing as they would be off along the bank and would find
us in no time, we scrambled straight up and made for the trees.

"We was within fifty yards of the edge of the forest, and none of the
redskins was near us, as the hull body Had clustered down at the spot
where we had jumped in. We hadn't fairly set foot on the bank afore
they saw us and, with a whoop--which sometimes wakes me even now in
my sleep and makes me sit up with the sweat on my forehead--they
started. I could run faster then than I can now, and ye may guess I
went my best. We plunged into the trees and went as hard as we could
foot it, the redskins being fifty or sixty yards behind.

"Our hope was to find a place with a thickish underwood. It was
darker a deal under the trees than in the clearing, still it was not
dark enough to hide us from redskin eyes. We run straight, for we
knew they could see us, and arter about four hundred yards we come
upon a place where the undergrowth grew thick. Here we began to dodge
'em, turning now one way and now another, keeping always low in the
bushes. They had lost us by sight now, but there was so many of 'em
that we pretty nigh despaired of getting through. Some of 'em had
tried to follow us, but the best part had run straight on for a bit,
and then, when sure they had headed us, scattered right and left, so
that they were ahead of us now as well as on our traces, and we could
hear 'em shouting all round us, so we did the only thing there was to
be done and made the best of our way back to the clearing, keeping
low and taking good care not to cross any patch where the moonlight
through the trees fell on the ground.

"It were lucky for us that it was a camp of braves. Had it been an
ordinary redskin encampment there would have been squaws, and boys,
and wuss still, dogs, who would have seed us the moment we got back;
but being all braves on the war-path the hull gang had started arter
us, and not a soul had remained in the clearing. We did not rest
there long, you may be sure, but made straight down to the water.
There we picked out a canoe, crossed the river, and got into the
shade of the trees the other side. Then we kept along down it till we
got close to the fort of Detroit.

"We could see a good many smoldering fires out afore it, and guessed
that a strong body of redskins, pretending to be friends, had camped
there. We made round 'em and reached the gate of the fort safe. The
sentries wouldn't let us in, but when a sergeant was fetched it
turned out as he knew us, seeing that we had been scouting out from
thar in the summer. Pretty thankful we was when the gate closed arter
us. Our news would keep, so we waited till morning afore we saw the
major, and then told him the whole history of the matter, and how
Pontiac had raised all the tribes east of the Mississippi against us.

"We found that Pontiac had been into the camp with fifty of his
warriors three days afore, professing great friendship, and had said
that in two or three days he would call again and pay a formal visit.

"Detroit then was but a trading post, defended by a stockade twenty
feet high and twelve hundred yards in circumference. About fifty
houses of traders and storekeepers stood within it. The garrison was
composed of 120 men of the Eighteenth Regiment and 8 officers. They
had three guns--two six-pounders, and a three-pounder--and three
mortars, but their carriages was so old and rotten that they was of
no real service. Two vessels, mounting some small guns, lay in the
river off the fort. The governor was a good soldier, but he was
naturally startled at hearing that there was something like a
thousand redskins in the woods round; but he said that now he had
warning he was not afraid of 'em. A messenger was sent off in a canoe
to carry the tidings east and to ask for re-enforcements, and the
traders was all told to get their arms ready.

"At eight o'clock in the morning Pontiac was seen a-coming with three
hundred warriors. There had been no declaration of war, and the
redskins was supposed to be friendly, so the major didn't like to be
the first to commence hostilities, as folks who knew nothing of it
might likely enough have raised an outcry about massacring the poor
Injuns. Howsumever, he called all the troops under arms and disposed
'em behind the houses. The traders, too, with their rifles, were
drawn up ready. The gates was opened when Pontiac arrived, and he and
his warriors entered. They had left their rifles behind them, as they
pretended that their mission was a peaceful one, but they had all got
their tomahawks and knives under their blankets. They advanced in a
body toward where Major Gladwin and his officers was standing in
front of his quarters.

"Jack and me and two or three scouts who happened to be in the fort
stood just behind, careless like, with our rifles, so that, in case
of any sudden attack, we could keep them back for a moment or two. I
noticed that Pontiac carried in his hand a wampum belt. I noticed it
because it was green on one side and white on the other, and it
turned out arterward that when he twisted that belt with two hands it
was to be the signal for an attack.

"Pontiac spoke soft for a time. He was a fine redskin; that can't be
denied. He was a Catawba by birth, but had been adopted into the
tribe of Ottawas and had risen to be their chief. He were a great
brave and one of the best speakers I ever heard. He was a wise chief,
as you may guess by the way he got all the tribes to lay aside their
private quarrels and make common cause against us. I watched him
close. He kept his eyes on the major and spoke as cool and as calm as
if he had nothing on his mind; but I could see the warrior glancing
about, wondering, no doubt, what had become of the soldiers.
Presently the chief changed his tone and began to pretend as he was
in a rage at some grievance or other.

"The major jest put his whistle to his lips, and in a moment from
behind the houses the soldiers and traders marched out, rifle in
hand. You never saw a more disgusted crew than them redskins. I'll do
Pontiac justice to say that he never so much as moved, but jest went
on talking as if he hadn't noticed the troops at all. The major
answered him in the same way, and after half an hour's talk the
redskins went out again without so much as a knife having been shown.
Major Gladwin gave Jack and me papers testifying as how we had saved
Detroit from destruction, and sent an account of it to Governor
Amherst, and to this day Jack and me draws special pensions for that
'ere business, besides what we earned as British scouts."

"That was an adventure, Peter!" Harold said. "They did not take
Detroit after all, did they?" "No; we beat 'em off handsome when
they tried it. Then they laid siege to Fort Pitt and tried very hard
there, too, but the place held out till some troops who had come up
marched out from here and raised the siege. At some of the little
places they succeeded. Lots of settlers was massacred. At Fort
Sandusky Ensign Paulli and the garrison was massacred by a party of
Hurons and Ottawas who come in as friends. This was on the same day
as they had intended to do for us at Detroit.

"At St. Joseph's an English ensign with fourteen soldiers was killed
by the Pottawatomies, but nowhere did Pontiac obtain any real
successes. The French in Illinois were preparing to leave, and he
couldn't git no assistance from them. After the siege of Fort Pitt
was raised peace was patched up again. Pontiac's confederacy, finding
as they hadn't got none of the successes he promised 'em, was
beginning to break up, and the English saw no chance of doing any
good by hunting the redskins among the forests, so both parties was
willing for peace.

"Pontiac never gave any more trouble, and some years arterward,
coming into one of the towns, he was killed by an Injun who had a
private grudge agin' him. And now I'm longing for a quiet pipe, and
you'd better turn in. There's no saying whether we'll have a quiet
night of it".

A fortnight passed without further incident. Then the sky became
overcast, and Peter and the Indians agreed that snow would soon fall.
All hands were at once set to work to make up their stores into
packages. The deerskins and blankets were tied in bundles; besides
these there were only two kegs of powder and about two hundred pounds
of frozen fish.

Harold was in high glee at the thought that their imprisonment was to
come to an end, although there was no doubt that the attempt would be
a hazardous one, as the backwoodsmen were sure that the instant the
snow began to fall the Indians would be out in great numbers round
the island, to prevent the defenders taking advantage of the storm.

Several times Harold observed the two backwoodsmen talking with the
Seneca chief and looking at the sky, and he thought that their
countenances expressed some anxiety.

"What is it, Peter?" he asked at length. "Don't you think we shall
have a snowstorm?"

"We may have snow," Peter said, "but I think it's more than a
snowstorm that's coming. The clouds are flying past very fast, and it
seems to me as ef we're in for a big gale of wind."

"But that will drift the snow and cover our footsteps almost as well
as a snowstorm," Harold said.

"Yes, it 'll do all that," the scout answered.

"What is the objection to it, Peter?"

"In the first place, lad, ef it don't snow we may stop where we are,
for there'd be no chance of getting through the Injuns unless it
snowed so thick you couldn't see five feet away. It'll be difficult
enough, anyhow. There'll be four or five hundred of the varmints out,
for they'll bring even their boys with 'em, so as to form a pretty
close line round the island. Our only chance'll be for the Senecas to
go first, and to silence, afore they can give the alarm, any they
might meet on our line. That might be done in a heavy snowstorm, but
without snow it would be impossible. In the next place, even if we
got through 'em, we'd have to carry our canoe."

"Why?" Harold asked, surprised. "What good could the canoe be to us,
with the lake frozen hard?"

"You see, the wind is on the shore here, lad, and when it does blow
on these lakes it blows fit to take the har off your head. It's as
much as a man can do to make way agin' it, and I doubt whether the
gals could face it, even with our help. As to carrying a canoe in its
teeth, it couldn't be done."

"But why carry the canoe at all, Peter? That's what I cannot
understand."

"Waal, you see, lad, the force of the wind acting on sech a big sheet
of ice will move it, and like enough you'd see it piled up in a bank
forty feet high on this side of the lake, and there'll be a strip of
clear water half a mile wide on the other. That's why we must take
the canoe."

Harold was silent. In the face of such a probability it was clear
that they must encumber themselves with the canoe.

The prevision of the scout proved well founded. Before evening the
wind was blowing with tremendous force. Small flakes of snow were
driven before it, inflicting stinging blows on the face and eyes of
those who ventured out of shelter. As it became dark the lookout
announced that he could, see large numbers of Indians starting from
the shore at some distance to the right and left of them, showing
that the redskins were fully alive to the possibility of the garrison
of the island taking advantage of the storm, which would hide their
trail, to effect their escape.

Every hour the fury of the gale increased, and it was unanimously
agreed that until it diminished it would be impossible for the girls,
and for men carrying a canoe, to face it.

Two men were placed on watch at the mouth of the cove, where mines
similar to the first had been sunk in the ice in a semicircle some
little distance outside that before exploded. This precaution had
been taken on the day succeeding the great repulse of the enemy,
although the scouts felt assured that the attempt would not be
repeated. But it was thought possible that the Indians might toward
morning, if they found the whites did not attempt to pass them, take
advantage of the storm to attempt a surprise.

After it became dark Cameron and Harold, as was their custom, went
into the girls' hut to chat until it was time to turn in. The
deerskin and blankets had again been unrolled, and the covering of
snow kept the interior warm in spite of the storm without.

"What is that noise?" Nelly asked in a pause of the conversation.

"I don't know," Harold answered. "I have heard it for some time."

All were silent, intent upon listening. Even above the fury of the
gale a dull grinding sound, with occasional crashes, could be heard.

"I think it must be the ice," Harold said. "I will go out and see."

On issuing from the hut he was for a time blinded by the force of the
wind and the flying particles of snow. The din was tremendous. He
made his way with difficulty in the teeth of the storm to the edge of
the rocks. Then he started in surprise. A great bank of cakes and
fragments of ice was heaped up against the wall of the rock, crashing
and grinding against each other as they were pressed onward by fresh
additions from beyond. Already the bank was nearly level with the top
of the rock, and some of the vast blocks, two feet in thickness, had
been thrust on to it. The surface of the lake beyond was no longer a
brilliant white. Every particle of snow had been swept away and the
dull gray of the rough ice lay unbroken.

He made his way at once to the hut of the men, and just as he reached
the entrance Peter (who had also been out to reconnoiter) came up,
and before Harold had turned to speak he put his head into the hut.

"Turn out!" he said. "I tell ye we're in a fix. This aint no common
gale. I don't know as ever I've been in a worse one."

"What's the use of turning out?" Pearson asked. "We can't do nothing,
and it's warmer here a sight than it is outside."

"I tell ye ye've got to go. The ice is breaking up fast and it's
level with the top of the island already. Unless I'm mistaken
there'll be forty foot of ice piled over this island afore an hour."

This was, indeed, alarming news. And in a minute the occupants of the
hut were all in the open air.

"You can call in your scouts, Seneca. There aint no fear of an attack
to-night. No mortal soul--not even an Injun--could stand the force of
the wind out on the lake."

A very short examination sufficed to show the truth of Peter's
anticipations.

Already the upper part of the bank was sliding over the rock, and it
was clear that in a very short time the whole would be covered.

"What is to be done, Peter?" Harold shouted.

"We must take to the canoe. There's clear water on the other side."

Harold crossed the island and saw that what Peter said was correct. A
broad strip of black water stretched away in the darkness toward the
shore. The whole ice-sheet was moving bodily before the wind, and as
the island stood up in its course the ice to windward of it was
forced up over it, while under its lee the lake was clear. Not a
moment was lost. The canoe was got out, carried over the rocks, and
carefully lowered into the water under shelter of the island. All the
stores and provisions were lowered into it. A deerskin was spread on
the bottom, and the girls, having been helped down into the boat,
were told to lie down and were then covered with blankets. The men
wrapped themselves up in skins and blankets and took their places in
the canoe, the four Indians taking paddles.

Quickly as the preparations had been made, there were but a few feet
of the island uncovered by the ice, as the last man descended into
the boat and they pushed off and, after a couple of strokes, lay with
the boat's head facing toward the island at a distance of fifty yards
from it. Although somewhat sheltered from the wind, the Indians were
obliged to paddle hard to maintain their position. Harold wondered at
first that they had not kept closer to the island, but he soon
understood their reason for keeping at a distance. The massive blocks
of ice, pressed forward by, the irresistible force behind, began to
shoot from the top of the island into the water, gliding far on
beneath the surface with the impetus of the fall, and then shooting
up again with a force which would have destroyed the canoe at once
had they touched it.

Soon a perfect cataract of ice was falling. Peter and Pearson took
their places on each side of the bow of the canoe, with poles to push
off the pieces as they drifted before the gale toward the shore. The
work required the utmost strength and care. One touch from the
sharp-edged blocks would have ripped open the side of the bark canoe
like a knife, and in the icy cold water, encumbered by floating
fragments of ice, even the best swimmer could not have gained the
solid ice. The peril was great, and it needed all the strength and
activity of the white men and the skill of the paddlers to avoid the
danger which momentarily threatened them. So quickly did the blocks
float down upon them that Pearson thought it might be impossible to
avoid them all. The skins, therefore, were hung round the boat,
dropping some inches into the water, and these, although they could
not have prevented the boat from being stove in, by the larger
fragments, yet protected its sides from the contact of the smaller
ones.

For upward of an hour the struggle continued, and Harold felt
something like despair at the thought of a long night passed in such
a struggle. Presently sounds like the booming of cannon were heard
above the gale.

"What is that?" he shouted to the Seneca chief, next to whom he was
sitting.

"Ice break up," the chief replied. "Break up altogether."

This proved to be the case. As the ice was driven away from the
further side of the lake the full force of the wind played upon the
water there, and as the streak widened a heavy sea soon got up. The
force of the swell extended under the ice, aiding the effect of the
wind above, and the vast sheet began to break up. The reports
redoubled in strength, and frequently the ice was seen to heave and
swell. Then, with a sound like thunder, it broke and great cakes were
forced one on the top of another, and soon, instead of a level plain
of ice, a chaos of blocks were tossing about on the waves.

Harold watched the change with anxiety. No longer was the channel on
either side marked by regular defined lines, but floating pieces
encroached upon it, and, looking toward the shore, the channel
appeared to be altogether lost. The danger was overwhelming, but the
Indians, paddling with increased strength, urged the boat forward
until within a few yards of the island.

A few minutes before such an approach would have assured the
immediate destruction of the boat. But Harold saw with surprise that,
almost simultaneously with the breaking up of the ice-sheet, the fall
of blocks from the island had ceased. A moment's reflection showed
him the reason of this phenomenon. With the break-up of the ice-field
the pressure from behind had suddenly ceased. No longer were the
blocks piled on the island pushed forward by the tremendous pressure
of the ice-field. The torrent was stayed and they could approach the
island with safety. As soon as they were assured that this was so the
canoe was brought close to the rocks.

Pearson leaped ashore, climbed the rocks and the ice piled twenty
feet above them, and with his pole convinced himself that at this
point there were no loose blocks likely to fall. Having satisfied
himself on this head, he descended again and took his place in the
boat. This was moored by a rope a few feet long to a bush growing
from a fissure in the rock close to the water's edge. He and Peter
remained on watch with their poles, to fend off any pieces of ice
which might be brought round by the waves, while the rest of the
crew, wrapping themselves up in their blankets, lay down at the
bottom of the boat.

The next morning the storm still raged, and the lake presented the
appearance of an angry sea. Sheltered under the lee of the island,
the party were protected from its effects, although the light canoe
rose and fell on the heavy swell. The ice had wholly disappeared from
the lake, the pieces having been ground to atoms against each other
in the storm. Along the line of shore there was a great bank of ice
as high as the tree-tops.

"The ways of the Lord are won'erful," Duncan Cameron said. "The storm
which threatened to be our destruction has proved our salvation. When
it abates we shall be able to paddle down the lake without fear of
interruption."

"Yes," Peter said, "the varmints are not likely to follow us. In the
first place, unless they thought of taking their canoes into the
forest when the storm first began, which aint likely, as they was
a-thinking only of cutting off our escape, they'd 've been smashed
into tinder. In the second place, they couldn't ketch us if they had
canoes, for, as we've eight paddles, counting them we made out of the
seats when we was on shore, we'd be able to laugh at 'em. And lastly,
they've had such a taste of the quality of our rifles that, even if
they had a dozen canoes on hand, I doubt if they'd care to attack us.
No, sir; when this storm's over we have nothing to do but paddle down
to the settlements at the other end of the lake."

Toward the afternoon the storm abated, and next morning the sun was
shining brilliantly and the waves had gone down sufficiently to
enable the canoe to start on her voyage.

"Now, boys," Pearson said cheerfully, "ef ye don't want to git froze
up again you'd best be sharp, for I can tell ye about thirty-six
hours of this weather and the lake'll be solid again."

Five minutes later the canoe with its eight sturdy paddlers started
on its way, speeding like an arrow from the ice-covered island which
had done them such good service in their greatest need.

"Now, Jake," Peter said, "the more strength you put into that paddle
of yourn the sooner you'll have a piece of meat atween your jaws."

The negro grinned.

"Don't talk ob him, Massa Peter; don't say a word about him until I
see him. Fish bery good when dere's noting else to eat, but Jake
never want to see him again. He hab eat quite enough for the rest ob
his life."

Cameron, who was not accustomed to the use of the paddle, sat in the
stern with the two girls; but the others were all used to the
exercise, and the boat literally bounded along at each stroke from
the sinewy arms, and by nightfall they had reached the opposite
shore. After some hours' work together two of them had rested, and
from that time they took it by turns, six paddles being kept
constantly going.

Without any adventure they arrived safely at the end of the lake. The
clearing where Nelly had lived so long, and where her father and
mother had been killed, was passed in the night, much to Harold's
satisfaction, as he was afraid that she would have been terribly
upset at the many sad memories which the sight of the place could not
but call up. On their way down they had seen many gaps in the forest
caused by the gale, but it was not until they reached their landing
place that the full effect of its destructive force was visible.
Several scows and other boats lay wrecks upon the shore, every house
in the little village was leveled to the ground, the orchards were
ruined, palings and fences torn down, and the whole place strewn with
fragments.

A few people were moving among the ruins. They gazed with a dull
apathy upon the new-comers, apparently dazed by the misfortune that
had befallen them. Harold learned, on questioning them, that
twenty-seven persons had been killed and the majority of the
survivors more or less seriously injured. With the exception of the
few whom they saw, about all the survivors had been taken off to the
town in boats down the river, or in wagons lent by neighbors whose
villages, sheltered in the woods, had escaped the ravages of the
gale. After a few hours' halt, having obtained meat and other stores,
they proceeded on their way to Detroit.

Here Nelly had several friends, who had long believed her to have
fallen at the massacre at the farm. By them she was gladly received,
and she took up her abode in a family with some daughters of her own
age. Harold found that there was a considerable sum of money in the
bank in her father's name, and from this, after a consultation with
her, a sum of money sufficient to provide the Seneca and his
followers with blankets, powder, and Indian finery for years was
drawn and bestowed upon them.

A day or two afterward the Indians left for their own country, highly
gratified with the success of the expedition and proud of the
numerous scalps which hung from each of their girdles.

Harold learned that there was but little fighting going on along the
Canadian frontier. The winter had set in again with extreme severity;
the St. Lawrence would be frozen, and he would have no means of
leaving Canada; he was therefore well content to settle down until
the spring at Detroit, where he received numerous and hearty
invitations to stay, for any time, from the various friends of his
cousins. Jake, of course, remained with him. Peter went up to
Montreal, where he had some relatives residing; Harold promising to
call for him on his way East in the spring. Pearson, after a few
days' stay in Detroit, started again with a comrade on a hunting
expedition. Cameron and his daughter also spent the winter at
Detroit.

The months passed very pleasantly to Harold. Since the war began he
had had no period of rest or quiet, and he now entered with zest into
the various amusements, sleighing, and dancing, which helped to while
away the long winter in America. He also joined in many hunting
parties, for in those days game abounded up to the very edge of the
clearings. Moose were abundant, and the hunt of these grand deer was
full of excitement. Except when the snow is on the ground these
animals can defy their pursuers, but the latter with their snowshoes
go lightly over the frozen snow, in which the moose sink heavily.

There were many discussions as to the future of Nelly. Several of her
friends would gladly have adopted her as a member of their family,
but Harold warmly urged that she should go to England and take up her
abode with his mother, who was her nearest relative, and Nelly,
somewhat to the surprise of her friends, finally agreed to this
proposal. A purchaser was readily found for the farm, which was an
excellent one, and the proceeds of the sale, with the amount of
savings in the bank, gave her a little fortune of some twenty-five
hundred pounds.

When the spring came and the navigation of the lake was open, Harold,
Nelly, the Camerons, and Jake started in a ship for Montreal. There
they were joined by Peter and sailed down to Quebec, where Nelly and
the Camerons took passage for England. Very deep was the gratitude
which Duncan expressed to the friends who had restored his daughter
to him. He had had enough of the colonies, and intended to spend the
rest of his life among his own people in Scotland. Harold, Peter, and
Jake sailed to join the English army in the South.




CHAPTER XVIII.


THE SIEGE OF SAVANNAH.

After the surrender of General Burgoyne at Saratoga the English
Parliament made another effort to obtain peace, and passed an act
renouncing all rights to tax the colonists and yielding every point
as to which they had been in dispute. Commissioners were sent over
with full authority to treat, and had the colonists been ready
nominally to submit to England, a virtual independence, similar to
that possessed by Canada and the Australian colonies at the present
time, would have been granted. As a very large body of the Americans
had from the first been desirous of coming to terms, and as the
paralyzed state of trade caused great and general distress, it is
probable that these terms might have been accepted had it not been
for the intervention of France. That power had all along encouraged
the rebellion. She had smarted under the loss of Canada, and although
her rule in her own colonies was far more arbitrary than that of
England in America, she was glad to assist in any movement which
could operate to the disadvantage of this country. Hitherto,
nominally she had remained neutral, but now, fearing that the offers
of the English would induce the colonists to make peace, she came
forward, recognized their independence, and engaged herself to
furnish a large fleet for their assistance.

The colonists joyfully accepted the offer, seeing that the
intervention of France in the struggle would completely alter its
conditions. Heretofore the British had been enabled to send over men
and stores at will, but were they blockaded by a French fleet their
difficulties would be immensely increased.

As there had been no cause of quarrel between England and France,
this agreement was an act of wanton hostility on the part of the
latter. On obtaining information of the signature of the treaty
between France and the colonies, the English ambassador was recalled
from Paris and both countries prepared vigorously for war.

The first result was that the English deemed it prudent to evacuate
Philadelphia and retreat to New York. Washington endeavored to cut
off their retreat, and a battle took place at Freehold Court House,
in which the Americans were worsted. Washington drew off his army,
and the British army continued its march to New York without further
opposition. Early in May the French sent off a fleet of twelve ships
of the line and six frigates, carrying a large number of troops
commanded by Count D'Estaing. An English fleet, under Admiral Byron,
was lying at Portsmouth, and this sailed on June 9 in pursuit; for it
was not until that time that information was received of the intended
destination of the French fleet.

D'Estaing reached the American coast upon the very day on which the
English army re-entered New York, and after making a demonstration
before that town the French fleet sailed for Rhode Island to expel
the British troops, under Sir Robert Pigott, who held it.

Lord Howe sailed with the fleet from New York to give battle to that
of D'Estaing. For two days the fleets maneuvered in sight of each
other. Howe, being inferior in force, wished to gain the
weather-gauge before fighting. Failing to do this, on the third day
he offered battle, but a tremendous storm prevented the engagement
and dispersed both fleets. The French vessels retired to Boston and
the English to New York.

Taking advantage of the departure of the French fleet, Sir Robert
attacked the American force, which had crossed to Rhode Island to act
with the French, and drove them from it. While crossing the Atlantic
the fleet under Admiral Byron had met with a tremendous storm, which
had entirely dispersed it, and the vessels arrived singly at New
York. When their repairs were completed the whole set out to give
battle to the French, but D'Estaing, finding that by the junction of
the two English fleets he was now menaced by a superior force, sailed
away to the West Indies.

After his departure an expedition was sent down along the coast to
Georgia and East Florida. This met with great success. Savannah was
captured and the greater part of South Carolina was occupied. The
majority of the inhabitants joyfully welcomed the troops and many
companies of volunteers were raised.

Harold had arrived in New York early in the spring. He had been
offered a commission, but he preferred remaining with his two
comrades in the position of scout. In this way he had far greater
independence, and while enjoying pay and rations sufficient for his
maintenance, he was to a great extent master of his own movements. At
an earlier period of the war he was offered by General Howe a
commission in the army, and his father would have been glad had he
accepted it. Harold, however, although determined to fight until the
struggle between the colonists and the mother country came to an end
one way or the other, had no great liking for the life of an officer
in the regular army, but had resolved at the conclusion of the war to
settle down upon a farm on the lakes--a life for which he felt far
more fitted than for the strict discipline and regularity of that of
an officer in the army.

As, with the exception of the attack by the French fleet and American
army upon Rhode Island, both parties remained quiet all through the
summer of 1778, the year passed uneventfully to him, and the duties
of the scouts were little more than nominal. During the winter
fighting went on in the Carolinas and Georgia with varied success.

In the spring of 1779 Harold and his comrades were, with a party of
scouts, sent down to Georgia, where constant skirmishes were going on
and the services of a body of men accustomed to outpost duty were
required. They were landed in May and joined General Prevost's force
on the island of St. John, situated close to the mainland and
connected with it by a bridge of boats, at the end of which on the
mainland a post had been erected. Shortly afterward General Prevost
left for Savannah, taking with him most of the troops, which were
carried away in the sloops which had formed the bridge of boats. On
the American side General Lincoln commanded a considerable army,
which had been dispatched by Congress to drive the English from that
State and the Carolinas.

Lieutenant Colonel Maitland, who commanded the post on the mainland,
was left with only a flat-boat to keep up his communication with the
island. He had under his command the first battalion of the
Seventy-first Highlanders, now much weakened in numbers, part of a
Hessian regiment, some provincial volunteers, and a detachment of
artillery, the whole not exceeding 500 effective men. Hearing that
General Lincoln was advancing against him, Colonel Maitland sent all
his sick, baggage, and horses across to the island, and placed the
post as far as possible in a defensive position. Most of the scouts
who had come down from New York had accompanied General Prevost to
Savannah, but Harold, with Peter Lambton, Jake, and three or four
others, had been ordered to remain with Colonel Maitland, and were
sent out to reconnoiter when the enemy were known to be approaching.

"This is something like our old work, Peter, upon Lake Champlain,"
Harold said, as with his two comrades he took his way in the
direction from which the enemy were advancing.

"Ay, lad, but they've none of the redskins with 'em, and there'll be
no great difficulty in finding out all about 'em. Besides, we've got
Jake with us, and jest about here Jake can do better nor we can.
Niggers swarm all over the country and are as ready to work for one
side as the other, jest as their masters go. All Jake has got to do
is to dress himself as a plantation nigger and stroll into their
camp. No question will be asked him, as he will naturally be taken
for a slave on some neighboring estate. What do you say, Jake?"

Jake at once assented, and when they approached the enemy he left his
comrades and carried their plan into execution. He was away six
hours, and returned saying that the enemy were 5000 strong, with
eight pieces of artillery.

"We must hurry back," Peter said. "Them are big odds agin' us. Ef all
our troops was regulars, I don't say as they might not hold the
place; but I don't put much count on the Germans, and the colonists
aint seen no fighting. However, Colonel Maitland seems a first-rate
officer. He has been real sharp in putting the place into a state of
defense, and I reckon ef the Yankees thinks as they're going to eat
us up without trouble they'll be mistaken."

Jake reported that the enemy were on the point of marching forward,
and the scouts hurried back to give Colonel Maitland news of their
coming.

It was late in the afternoon when they reached the post.

"At what time do you think they will arrive here?" the colonel asked,
when Jake had made his report. "Dey be pretty close by dark, for
sure," Jake replied.

"But I don't think, sir," Peter added, "they'll attack before
morning. They wouldn't be likely to try it in the dark, not knowing
the nature of the place."

The commander was of the same opinion, but to prevent the possibility
of surprise he placed pickets at some distance round the fort, the
scouts being, of course, of the party.

The night passed quietly, but at seven in the morning Peter, Harold,
and Jake, who were at some distance in advance of the others, saw the
enemy approaching. They fired their pieces and fell back upon the
outposts. Their position was rather to the right of the line of
defense. The pickets were about to fall back when 70 men, being two
companies of the Seventy-first under Captain Campbell, were sent out
to feel the enemy.

"We're going to have a skirmish," Peter said. "I know these
Highlanders. Instead of jest firing a bit and then falling back,
they'll be sticking here and fighting as if they thought they could
lick the hull army of the Yankees."

It was as Peter predicted. The Highlanders took post behind a hedge
and maintained a desperate resistance to the advance of the enemy.
Harold and his comrades for some time fought with them.

"It's time for us to be out of this," Peter said presently. "Let's
jest get back to the fort."

"We cannot fall back till they do, Peter"

"I don't see that," Peter said. "We're scouts, and I don't see no
advantage in our chucking away our lives because these hot-headed
Highlanders choose to do so. Peter Lambton's ready to do a fair share
of fighting, but when he's sure that fighting aint no good, then he
goes."

And suiting the action to the word, Peter rose from his recumbent
position and began to make his way back to the camp, taking advantage
of every bit of cover.

Harold could not help laughing. For an instant he remained
irresolute, and then, seeing the overwhelming forces with which the
enemy were approaching, he called to Jake and followed Peter's
example. So obstinately did the Highlanders fight that they did not
retreat until all their officers were killed or wounded, and only 11
men out of the two companies succeeded in regaining the camp.

The whole force of the enemy now advanced against the works, and
halting at a distance of three hundred yards opened a tremendous fire
from their cannon on the intrenchments. The defenders replied, but so
overwhelming was the force of the assailants that the Hessians
abandoned the portion of the works committed to them and fell back.

The enemy pressed forward and had already gained the foot of the
abattis, when Colonel Maitland brought up a portion of the
Seventy-first upon the right, and these gallant troops drove the
Americans back with slaughter. Colonel Maitland and his officers then
threw themselves among the Hessians and succeeded in rallying them
and bringing them back to the front. The provincial volunteers had
also fought with great bravery. They had for a time been pressed
backward, but finally maintained their position.

The Americans, finding that all their efforts to carry the post were
unavailing, fell back to the forest. On the English side the loss
amounted to 129. The Americans fought in the open and suffered much
more heavily.

The position of matters was suddenly changed by the arrival of Count
D'Estaing with a fleet of forty-one ships-of-war off the coast. The
American general, Lincoln, at once proposed to him to undertake a
combined movement to force the English to quit Georgia. The arrival
of the French fleet was wholly unexpected, and the _Experiment_, a
frigate of fifty guns, commanded by Sir James Wallace, having two or
three ships under his convoy, fell in with them off the mouth of the
Savannah River. Although the _Experiment_ had been much crippled by a
gale through which she had recently passed, Sir James Wallace would
not haul down his flag and opposed a desperate resistance to the
whole of the French fleet, and did not surrender until the
_Experiment_ was completely dismasted and riddled with shot.

Upon the news that the French fleet was off the mouth of the river,
Captain Henry, who commanded the little squadron of four small
English ships, fell back to Savannah after removing all the buoys
from the river. He landed his guns from the ships and mounted them on
the batteries, and the marines and blue-jackets were also put on
shore to assist in the defense. Two of the brigs of war were sunk
across the channel below the town to prevent the French frigates
coming up. A boom was laid across above the town to prevent
fire-rafts from being sent down.

D'Estaing landed the French troops at the mouth of the river, and,
marching to the town, summoned General Prevost to surrender. The
English commander, who had sent off a messenger to Colonel Maitland,
ordering him to march instantly to his assistance with the force
under him, which now amounted to 800 men, asked for twenty-four hours
before giving an answer. D'Estaing, who knew that General Lincoln was
close at hand, made sure that Prevost would surrender without
resistance, and so granted the time asked for. Before its expiration
Colonel Maitland, after a tremendous march, arrived at the town. As
the French commanded the mouth of the river he had been obliged to
transport his troops in boats through the marshes by a little creek,
which for two miles was so shallow that the troops were forced to
wade waist-deep, dragging the boats by main force through the mud.

Upon the arrival of this re-enforcement General Prevost returned an
answer to Count D'Estaing that the town would be defended to the
last. Some time was spent by the enemy in landing and bringing up
heavy artillery from the ships, and the French and Americans did not
begin their works against the town until September 23. The garrison
had utilized the time thus afforded to them to erect new defenses.
The allied force of the assailants consisted of more than 10,000
Americans and 5000 French troops, while the garrison, including
regulars, provincial corps, sailors, militia, and volunteers, did not
exceed 2500.

Nevertheless, they did not allow the enemy to carry on their work
without interruption. Several sorties were made. The first of these,
under Major Graham of the Sixteenth Regiment, reached the lines of
the enemy and threw them into confusion. Large re-enforcements came
up to their assistance, and as Graham's detachment fell back upon the
town, the enemy incautiously pursued it so close up to the British
lines that both artillery and musketry were brought to bear upon
them, and they lost a large number of men before they could regain
their works. On the morning of October 4 the batteries of the
besiegers opened fire with fifty-three pieces of heavy artillery and
fourteen mortars. General Prevost sent in a request to Count
D'Estaing that the women and children might be permitted to leave the
town and embark on board vessels lying in the river, there to await
the issue of the fight; but the French commander refused the request
in a letter couched in insulting terms.

The position of Savannah was naturally strong. The river protected
one of its sides and a deep swamp, partially flooded by it, covered
another. The other two were open to the country, which in front of
them was for several miles level and clear of wood. The works which
had been thrown up on these sides were extremely strong. When the
French first landed there were but ten pieces of cannon upon the
fortifications, but so incessantly did the garrison work that before
the conclusion of the siege nearly one hundred pieces of artillery
were mounted on the redoubts and batteries erected round the town.
Upon the side of the swamp there was not much fear of attack, but
three redoubts were erected to prevent a surprise from this
direction. The defense on the right face of the town was conducted
by Colonel Maitland. The defense on the left, consisting of two
strong redoubts and several batteries, was commanded by Lieutenant
Colonel Cruger. In the center were several strong works, of which
General Prevost himself took the special supervision. The whole
British line, except where the swamp rendered no such defense
necessary, was surrounded by a thick abattis. The French fire made
no sensible impression upon the English defenses, and finding that
the British artillery equaled his own, D'Estaing determined to
discontinue the attack by regular approaches and to carry the place
by storm. His position was a perilous one. He had already spent a
long time before the place, and at any moment the English fleet might
arrive from the West Indies and attack his fleet, which was weakened
by the men and guns which had been landed to carry on the siege. He
therefore determined to risk an assault rather than remain longer
before the town. To facilitate the attack an officer with 5 men on
October 8 advanced to the abattis and set fire to it. The wood,
however, was still green, and the flames were easily extinguished.

The attack was fixed for the following morning. Bodies of the
American militia were to feign attacks upon the center and left,
while a strong force of the combined armies was to make a real attack
in two columns upon the right. The troops composing the two columns
consisted of 3500 French soldiers and 950 Americans. The principal
force, commanded by Count D'Estaing in person, assisted by General
Lincoln, was to attack the Springfield redoubt, which was situated at
the extreme right of the British central line of defense and close to
the edge of the swamp. The other column, under the command of Count
Dillon, was to move silently along the margin of the swamp, pass the
three redoubts, and get into the rear of the British lines.

The troops were in motion long before daylight. The attempt to burn
the abattis had excited the suspicion of the English that an assault
might be intended, and accordingly pickets were thrown out in front
of the intrenchments and the scouts were ordered to keep a sharp
watch among the trees which grew in and near the swamp.

Harold with his friends had accompanied Colonel Maitland's column in
its march to Savannah and had labored vigorously at the defenses,
being especially occupied in felling trees and chopping wood for the
abattis. Before daybreak they heard the noise made by the advance of
the enemy's columns through the wood and hurried back to the
Springfield redoubt, where the garrison at once stood to arms. In
this redoubt were a corps of provincial dismounted dragoons,
supported by the South Carolina regiment.

Just as daylight appeared the column led by Count D'Estaing advanced
toward the Springfield redoubt, but the darkness was still so intense
that it was not discovered until within a very short distance of the
works. Then a blaze of musketry opened upon it, while a destructive
cross-fire was poured in from the adjoining batteries. So heavy was
the fire that the head of the column was almost swept away. The
assailants kept on with great bravery until they reached the redoubt;
here a desperate hand-to-hand contest took place. Captain Tawse fell
with many of his men, and for a moment a French and an American
standard were planted upon the parapet; nevertheless the defenders
continued to cling to the place and every foot was desperately
contested.

At this moment Colonel Maitland, with the grenadiers of the Sixtieth
Regiment and the marines, advanced and fell upon the enemy's column,
already shaken by the obstinate resistance it had encountered and by
its losses by the fire from the batteries. The movement was decisive.
The assailants were driven headlong from the redoubt and retreated,
leaving behind them 637 of the French troops killed and wounded and
264 of the Americans.

In the mean time the column commanded by Count Dillon mistook its way
in the darkness and was entangled in the swamp, from which it was
unable to extricate itself until it was broad daylight and it was
fully exposed to the view of the garrison and to the fire from the
British batteries. This was so hot and so well directed that the
column was never able even to form, far less to penetrate into the
rear of the British lines.

When the main attack was repulsed Count Dillon drew off his column,
also. No pursuit was ordered as, although the besiegers had suffered
greatly, they were still three times more numerous than the garrison.

A few days afterward the French withdrew their artillery and
re-embarked on board ship.

The siege of Savannah cost the allies 1500 men, while the loss of the
garrison was only 120. The pleasure of the garrison at their
successful defense was marred by the death of Colonel Maitland, who
died from the effects of the unhealthy climate and of the exertions
he had made.

A few days after the raising of the siege the French fleet was
dispersed by a tempest, and Count D'Estaing, with the majority of the
ships under his command, returned to France.

During the course of this year there were many skirmishes round New
York, but nothing of any great importance took place. Sir Henry
Clinton, who was in supreme command, was unable to undertake any
offensive operations on a large scale, for he had not received the
re-enforcements from home which he had expected. England, indeed, had
her hands full, for in June Spain joined France and America in the
coalition against her and declared war. Spain was at that time a
formidable marine power, and it needed all the efforts that could be
made by the English government to make head against the powerful
fleets which the combined nations were able to send to sea against
them. It was not only in Europe that the Spaniards were able to give
effective aid to the allies. They were still a power on the American
continent, and created a diversion, invading West Florida and
reducing and capturing the town and fort of Mobile.

In the spring of 1780 Sir Henry Clinton sent down an expedition under
the command of Lord Cornwallis to capture Charleston and reduce the
State of South Carolina. This town was extremely strongly fortified.
It could only be approached by land on one side, while the water,
which elsewhere defended it, was covered by the fire of numerous
batteries of artillery. The water of the bay was too shallow to admit
of the larger men-of-war passing, and the passage was defended by
Fort Moultrie, a very formidable work. Admiral Arbuthnot, with the
_Renown, Romulus, Roebuck, Richmond, Blonde, Raleigh_, and _Virginia_
frigates, with a favorable wind and tide ran the gantlet of Fort
Moultrie, succeeded in passing up without great loss, and co-operated
on the sea face with the attack of the army on the land side.

A force was landed on Sullivan's Island, on which Fort Moultrie
stood, and the fort, unprepared for an attack in this direction, was
obliged to surrender. The American cavalry force which had been
collected for the relief of the town was defeated by the English
under General Tarleton. The trenches were pushed forward with great
vigor, and the batteries of the third parallel opened at short range
on the town with great execution. The advances were pushed forward at
the ditch, when the garrison, seeing that further resistance was
impossible, surrendered. Five thousand prisoners were taken, 1000
American and French seamen, and ten French and American ships-of-war.

With the fall of Charleston all resistance ceased in South Carolina.
The vast majority of the inhabitants made their submission to the
British government and several loyalist regiments were raised.

Colonel Tarleton, with 170 cavalry and 100 mounted infantry, was
dispatched against an American force under Colonel Burford,
consisting of 350 infantry, a detachment of cavalry, and two guns,
which had taken post on the border of North Carolina. Tarleton came
up with him, and after a sharp action the Americans were entirely
defeated. One hundred and thirteen were killed on the spot and 207
made prisoners, of whom 103 were badly wounded.

For some months the irregular operations were continued, the
Americans making frequent incursions into the Carolinas. The British
troops suffered greatly from the extreme heat and the unhealthiness
of the climate.

In August the American General Gates advanced toward Camden, and Lord
Cornwallis also moved out to that town, which was held by a British
garrison. The position there was not hopeful. Nearly 800 were sick,
and the total number of effectives was under 2000, of whom 500 were
provincials. The force under General Gates amounted to 6000 men,
exclusive of the corps of Colonel Sumpter, 1000 strong, which were
maneuvering to cut off the English retreat. Cornwallis could not fall
back on Charleston without abandoning the sick and leaving all his
magazines and stores in the hands of the enemy, besides which a
retreat would have involved the abandonment of the whole State with
the exception of Charleston. He therefore decided upon giving battle
to the enemy, who were posted at Rugeley's Mills, a few miles
distant, leaving the defense of Camden to Major M'Arthur, with some
provincials and convalescent soldiers and a detachment of the
Sixty-third Regiment, which was expected to arrive during the night.

The army marched in the following order: The first division,
commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Webster, consisting of four companies
of light infantry and the Twenty-third and Thirty-third regiments,
preceded by an advanced guard of 40 cavalry. The second division,
consisting of provincial troops and two battalions of the
Seventy-first Regiment, followed as a reserve. The dragoons of the
legion formed the rear guard. The force marched at ten o'clock on the
night of August 16, intending to attack at daybreak the next morning,
but it happened that at the very same hour in which the British set
out, General Gates, with his force, was starting from Rugeley's Mills
with the intention of attacking Camden in the morning.

At two o'clock in the night the advanced guards of the two armies met
and fired into each other. In the confusion some prisoners were taken
on both sides, and the generals, finding that the two armies were
face to face, halted and waited till morning. Lord Cornwallis placed
Webster's division on the right; the second division, which was under
the command of Lord Rawdon, on the left; the battalion known as the
Volunteers of Ireland were on the right of Lord Rawdon's division and
communicated with the Thirty-third Regiment on the left of Webster.
In the front line were two six-pounders and two three-pounders under
the command of Lieutenant Macleod, R. A. The Seventy-first, with two
six-pounders, was in reserve, one battalion being placed behind each
wing. The dragoons were held in reserve, to charge in the event of a
favorable opportunity.

The flanks of the English position were covered by swamps, which
somewhat narrowed the ground and prevented the Americans from
utilizing fully their great superiority of numbers. The Americans
were also formed in two lines.

Soon after daybreak Lord Cornwallis ordered Colonel Webster to
advance and charge the enemy. So fiercely did the English regiments
attack that the Virginia and North Carolina troops who opposed them
quickly gave way, threw down their arms, and fled. General Gates and
General Casswell in vain attempted to rally them. They ran like a
torrent and spread through the woods in every direction. Lord Rawdon
began the action on the left with no less vigor and spirit than Lord
Cornwallis on the right, but here and in the center the contest was
more obstinately maintained by the Americans.

[Illustration: Plan of the Battle Fought Near Camden, August 16th,
1780.]

Their reserves were brought up, and the artillery did considerable
execution. Their left flank was, however, exposed by the flight of
the troops of Carolina and Virginia, and the light infantry and
Twenty-third Regiment were halted in the pursuit, and, wheeling
around, came upon the flank of the enemy, who, after a brave
resistance of nearly three-quarters of an hour, were driven into
total confusion and forced to give way on both sides. Their rout was
continued by the cavalry, who continued their pursuit twenty-two
miles from the field of action.

Between eight and nine hundred of the enemy were killed and about
1000, many of whom were wounded, were taken prisoners. Among these
were Major General Baron de Kalb and Brigadier General Rutherford.
All the baggage, stores, and camp packages, a number of colors, and
several pieces of cannon were taken. General Gates, finding himself
unable to rally the militia, fled first to Charlotte, 90 miles from
the seat of action, and then to Hillsborough, 180 from Camden.
General Gist, alone of all the American commanders, was able to keep
together about 100 men, who, flying across the swamp on their right,
through which they could not be pursued by the cavalry, made their
escape in a body. The loss of the British troops amounted to 69
killed, 245 wounded, and 11 missing. The loss of the Americans in
killed, wounded, and prisoners exceeded the number of British regular
troops engaged by at least 300. It was one of the most decisive
victories ever won.




CHAPTER XIX.


IN AN AMERICAN PRISON.

Upon the morning after the victory of Camden Lord Cornwallis
dispatched Colonel Tarleton with the light infantry and the German
legion, 350 men in all, to attack Colonel Sumpter, who, with 800 men
and two pieces of cannon, had, upon hearing late at night of General
Gates' defeat, marched away at all speed. Thinking himself out of
danger he halted at midday to rest his men. The British came upon
them by surprise. One hundred and fifty were killed or wounded and
300 made prisoners. The rest scattered as fugitives. Two guns, one
thousand stand of arms, and all the stores and baggage were taken,
and 250 prisoners, some of them British soldiers and the rest loyal
militiamen, whom Sumpter had captured near Camden, were released.

Lord Cornwallis, after obtaining supplies for his troops and taking
steps for the pacification of the State, was about to move forward
into North Carolina, when he received news of the destruction of a
column under Major Fergusson. This officer, with a detachment of 150
British regulars and 800 provincials, was attacked by 5000 mounted
partisans, most of them border men accustomed to forest fighting.
Fergusson took up a position on a hill called King's Mountain. This
from its height would have been a good position for defense, but
being covered with wood it offered great opportunities for the
assailants, who dismounted and fought behind trees in accordance with
the tactics taught them in Indian warfare. Again and again the
English charged with the bayonet, each time driving their assailants
back, but these instantly recommenced their destructive fire from
their shelter behind the trees. In little over an hour from the
commencement of the fight 150 of the defenders were killed and many
more wounded. Still they repulsed every attack until their commander
fell dead; then the second in command, judging further resistance in
vain, surrendered.

On the news of this misfortune Lord Cornwallis fell back, as the
western frontiers of South Carolina were now exposed to the
incursions of the band which had defeated Fergusson. In the retreat
the army suffered terribly. It rained for several days without
intermission. The soldiers had no tents, and the water was everywhere
over their shoes. The continued rains filled the rivers and creeks
prodigiously and rendered the roads almost impassable. The climate
was most unhealthy, and for many days the troops were without rum.
Sometimes the army had beef and no bread, sometimes bread and no
beef. For five days it was supported on Indian corn, which was
collected in the fields, five ears being served out as a daily
allowance to each two soldiers. They had to cook it as they could,
and this was generally done by parching it over the fire. One of the
officers of the quartermaster's department found some of the loyal
militia grating their corn. This was done by breaking up a canteen
and punching holes in the bottom with their bayonets, thus making a
kind of rasp. The idea was communicated to the adjutant general and
afterward adopted for the army.

The soldiers supported their hardships and privations cheerfully, as
their officers were no better provided than themselves and the fare
of Lords Cornwallis and Rawdon was the same as their own.

The toilsome march came to an end at last, and the army had rest
after its labors. The only other incident of importance which
occurred was an action between a force under Colonel Tarleton and one
of considerably superior strength under General Sumpter, strongly
posted on a commanding position. The British attack was repulsed, but
General Sumpter, being badly wounded, was carried off the field
during the night, and the force under his command at once dispersed.

No other event occurred, and the army passed its time in winter
quarters till the spring of 1781. During this winter the enemies of
Great Britain were re-enforced by the accession of the Dutch. At this
time the efforts which England was called upon to make were indeed
great. In Europe France, Spain, and Holland were banded against her;
in India our troops were waging a desperate war with Hyder Ali; while
they were struggling to retain their hold on their American colonies.
Here, indeed, the operations had for the last two years languished.
The re-enforcements which could be spared were extremely small, and
although the British had almost uniformly defeated the Americans in
every action in which there was any approach to equality between the
forces engaged, they were unable to do more than hold the ground on
which they stood. Victorious as they might be, the country beyond the
reach of their rifles swarmed with their enemies, and it became
increasingly clear to all impartial observers that it was impossible
for an army which in all did not amount to more than 20,000 men to
conquer a continent in arms against them.

Harold was not present at the later events of the campaign of 1780.
He and Jake had been with the column of Major Fergusson. Peter
Lambton had not accompanied him, having received a bullet wound in
the leg in a previous skirmish, which, although not serious, had
compelled him to lay up for a time.

"Me no like de look ob dis affair, Massa Harold," Jake said, as the
Americans opened fire upon the troops gathered at the top of King's
Mountain. "Dese chaps no fools; dey all backwoodsmen; dey know how to
fight de redskins; great hunters all ob dem."

"Yes," Harold agreed, "they are formidable opponents, Jake. I do not
like the look of things. These men are all accustomed to fighting in
the woods, while our men have no idea of it. Their rifles are
infinitely superior to these army muskets, and every man of them can
hit a deer behind the shoulder at the distance of 150 yards, while at
that distance most of our men would miss a haystack."

The scouts and a few of the provincials who had been accustomed to
forest warfare, took up their position behind trees and fought the
advancing enemy in their own way. The mass of the defenders, however,
were altogether puzzled by the stealthy approach of their foes, who
advanced from tree to tree, seldom showing as much as a limb to the
fire of the defenders, and keeping up a deadly fire upon the crowd of
soldiers.

Had there been time for Major Fergusson, before being attacked, to
have felled a circle of trees and made a breastwork round the top of
the hill, the result might have been different. Again and again the
British gallantly charged down with the bayonet, but the assailants,
as they did so, glided away among the trees after firing a shot or
two into the advancing troops, and retreated a hundred yards or so,
only to recommence their advance as soon as the defenders retired
again to their position. The loss of the assailants was very slight,
the few who fell being for the most part killed by the rifles of the
scouts.

"It am no use, Massa Harold," Jake said. "Jest look how dem poor
fellows am being shot down. It's all up wid us dis time."

When upon the fall of Major Fergusson his successor in command
surrendered the post, the defenders were disarmed. The Kentucky men,
accustomed only to warfare against Indians, had no idea of the usages
of war and treated the prisoners with great brutality. Ten of the
loyalist volunteers of Carolina they hung at once upon trees. There
was some discussion as to the disposal of the rest. The border men,
having accomplished their object, were anxious to disperse at once to
their homes. Some of them proposed that they should rid themselves of
all further trouble by shooting them all. This was overruled by the
majority. Presently the prisoners were all bound, their hands being
tied behind them, and a hundred of the border men surrounded them and
ordered them to march across the country.

Jake and several other negroes who were among the captives were
separated from the rest, and, being put up at auction, were sold as
slaves. Jake fell to the bid of a tall Kentuckian who, without a
word, fastened a rope round his neck, mounted his horse, and started
for his home. The guards conducted the white prisoners to Woodville,
eighty miles from the scene of the fight. This distance was
accomplished in two days' march. Many of the unfortunate men, unable
to support the fatigue, fell and were shot by their guards; the rest
struggled on, utterly exhausted, until they arrived at Woodville,
where they were handed over to a strong force of militia gathered
there. They were now kindly treated, and by more easy marches were
taken to Richmond, in Virginia, where they were shut up in prison.
Here were many English troops, for the Americans, in spite of the
terms of surrender, had still retained as prisoners the troops of
General Burgoyne.

Several weeks passed without incident. The prisoners were strongly
guarded and were placed in a building originally built for a jail and
surrounded by a very high wall. Harold often discussed with some of
his fellow-captives the possibility of escape. The windows were all
strongly barred, and even should the prisoners break through these
they would only find themselves in the courtyard. There would then be
a wall thirty feet high to surmount, and at the corners of this wall
the Americans had built sentry-boxes, in each of which two men were
stationed night and day. Escape, therefore, seemed next to
impossible.

The sentries guarding the prison and at the gates were furnished by
an American regiment stationed at Richmond. The wardens in the prison
were, for the most part, negroes. The prisoners were confined at
night in separate cells; in the daytime they were allowed, in parties
of fifty, to walk for two hours in the courtyard. There were several
large rooms in which they sat and took their meals, two sentries with
loaded muskets being stationed in each room. Thus, although
monotonous, there was little to complain of; their food, if coarse,
was plentiful, and the prisoners passed the time in talk, playing
cards, and in such games as their ingenuity could invent.

One day when two of the negro wardens entered with, the dinners of
the room to which Harold belonged, the latter was astounded at
recognizing in one of them his faithful companion Jake. It was with
difficulty that he suppressed an exclamation of gladness and
surprise. Jake paid no attention to him, but placed the great tin
dish heaped up with yams, which he was carrying, upon the table, and,
with an unmoved face, left the room. A fortnight passed without a
word being exchanged between them. Several times each day Harold saw
the negro, but the guards were always present, and although, when he
had his back to the latter, Jake sometimes indulged in a momentary
grin or a portentous wink, no further communication passed between
them.

One night at the end of that time Harold, when on the point of going
to sleep, thought he heard a noise as of his door gently opening. It
was perfectly dark, and, after listening for a moment he laid his
head down again, thinking that he had been mistaken, when he heard
close to the bed the words in a low voice:

"Am you asleep, Massa Harold?"

"No, Jake," he exclaimed directly. "Ah, my good fellow! how have you
got here?"

"Dat were a bery easy affair," Jake said. "Me tell you all about it."

"Have you shut the door again, Jake? There is a sentry coming along
the passage every five minutes."

"Me shut him, massa, but dere aint no fastening on dis side, so Jake
will sit down wid him back against him."

Harold got up and partly dressed himself and then sat down by the
side of his follower.

"No need to whisper," Jake said. "De walls and de doors bery thick;
no one hear. But de sentries on de walls hear if we talk too loud."

The windows were without glass, which was in those days an expensive
article in America, and the mildness of the climate of Virginia
rendered glass a luxury rather than a necessity. Confident that even
the murmur of their voices would not be overheard if they spoke in
their usual way, Jake and Harold were enabled to converse
comfortably.

"Well, massa," Jake said, "my story am not a long one. Dat man dat
bought me he rode in two days someting like one hundred miles. It wor
a lucky ting dat Jake had tramp on his feet de last four years, else
soon enough he tumble down, and den de rope round him neck hang him.
Jake awful footsore and tired when he git to de end ob dat journey.
De Kentucky man he lib in a clearing not far from a village. He had
two oder slaves; dey hoe de ground and work for him. He got grown-up
son, who look after dem while him fader away fighting. Dey not afraid
ob de niggers running away, because dere plenty redskin not far away,
and nigger scalp jest as good as white man's. De oder way dere wor
plenty ob villages, and dey tink nigger git caught for sure if he try
to run away. Jake make up his mind he not stop dere bery long. De
Kentuckian was a bery big, strong man, but not so strong as he was
ten years ago, and Jake tink he more dan a match for him. Jake pretty
strong himself, massa?"

"I should think you were, Jake," Harold said. "There are not many
men, white or black, who can lift as great a weight as you can."

"For a week Jake work bery hard. Dat Kentuckian hab a way ob always
carrying his rifle about on his arm, and as long as he do dat dere no
chance ob a fair fight. De son he always hab a stick, and he mighty
free wid it. He hit Jake seberal times, and me say to him once,
'Young man, you better mind what you do.' Me suppose dat he not like
de look dat I gib him. He speak to his fader, and he curse and swear
awful, and stand wid de rifle close by and tell dat son ob his to
larrup Jake. Dat he do, massa, for some time. Jake not say noting,
but he make a note ob de affair in his mind. De bery next day de son
go away to de village to buy some tings he want. De fader he come out
and watch me at work; he curse and swear as usual; he call me lazy
hound and swear he cut de flesh from my back; presently he come quite
close and shake him fist in Jake's face. Dat was a foolish ting to
do. So long as he keep bofe him hands on de gun he could say what he
like quite safe, but when he got one hand up lebel wid Jake's nose,
dat different ting altogether. Jake throw up his hand and close wid
him. De gun tumble down and we wrastle and fight. He strong man for
sure, but Jake jest a little stronger. We roll ober and ober on de
ground for some minutes; at last Jake git de upper hand and seize de
white man by de t'roat, and he pretty quick choke him life out. Den
he pick up de gun and wait for de son; when he come back he put a
bullet t'rough him. Den he go to de hut and git food and powder and
ball and start into de woods. De oder niggers dey take no part in de
affair. Dey look on while the skirmish lasts, but not interfere one
way or oder. When it ober me ask dem if dey like to go wid me, but
dey too afraid ob de redskins; so Jake start by himse'f. Me hab
plenty ob practice in de woods and no fear ob meeting redskins,
except when dey on de warpath. De woods stretch a bery long way all
ober de country, and Jake trabel in dem for nigh t'ree weeks. He
shoot deer and manage bery well; see no redskin from the first day to
de last; den he come out into de open country again, hundreds ob
miles from de place where he kill dat Kentuckian. He leab his gun
behind now and trabel for Richmond, where he hear dat de white
prisoners was kept. He walk all night and at day sleep in de woods or
de plantations, and eat ears ob corn. At last he git to Richmond. Den
he gib out dat him massa wanted him to fight on de side ob de English
and dat he run away. He go to de prison and offer to work dere. Dey
tink him story true, and as he had no massa to claim him dey say he
State property, and work widout wages like de oder niggers here; dey
all forfeited slaves whose massas had jined de English. Dese people
so pore dey can't afford to pay white man, so dey take Jake as
warden, and by good luck dey put him in to carry de dinner to de bery
room where Massa Harold was."

"And have you the keys to lock us up?"

"No, massa, de niggers only cook de dinners and sweep de prison and
de yard, and do dat kind ob job; de white wardens--dere's six ob
dem--dey hab de keys."

"Then how did you manage to get here, Jake?"

"Dat not bery easy matter, Massa Harold. Most ob de wardens drink
like fish; but de head man, him dat keep de keys, he not drink. For
some time Jake not see him way, but one night when he lock up de
prisoners he take Jake round wid him, and Jake carried de big bunch
ob keys--one key to each passage. When he lock up de doors here and
hand de key to Jake to put on de bunch agin, Jake pull out a hair ob
him head and twist it round de ward ob de key so as to know him agin.
Dat night me git a piece ob bread and work him up wid some oil till
he quite like putty, den me steal to de chief warden's room, and dere
de keys hang up close to him bed. Jake got no shoes on, and he stole
up bery silent. He take down de bunch ob keys and carry dem off. He
git to quiet place and strike a light, and search t'rough de keys
till he find de one wid de hair round it; den he take a deep
impression ob him wid de bread; den he carry back the keys and hang
'em up. Jake not allowed to leabe de prison. We jest as much
prisoners as de white men, so he not able to go out to git a key
made; but in de storeroom dere's all sorts ob tools, and he git hold
ob a fine file; den he look about among de keys in de doors ob all de
storerooms and places which wor not kept locked up. At last he find a
key jest de right size, and dough de wards were a little different
dey was ob de right shape. Jake set to work and filled off de knobs
and p'ints which didn't agree wid de shape in de bread. Dis morning,
when you was all out in de yard, me come up quietly and tried de key
and found dat it turned de lock quite easy. Wid a fedder and some oil
me oil de lock and de key till it turned widout making de least,
noise. Den to-night me waited till de sentry come along de corridor,
and den Jake slip along and here he is."

"Capital, Jake!" Harold said. "And now what is the next thing to do?
Will it be possible to escape through the prison?"

"No, Massa Harold, dere am t'ree doors from de prison into de yard
and dere's a sentry outside ob each, and de main guard ob twenty men
are down dere, too. No possible to git out ob doors widout de alarm
being given."

"With the file, Jake, we might cut through the bars."

"We might cut t'rough de bars and git down into de courtyard; dat
easy enough, massa. Jake could git plenty ob rope from de storeroom,
but we hab de oder wall to climb."

"You must make a rope-ladder for that, Jake."

"What sort ob a ladder dat, massa?"

Harold explained to him how it should be made.

"When you have finished it, Jake, you should twist strips of any sort
of stuff, cotton or woolen, round and round each of the wooden steps,
so that it will make no noise touching the wall as we climb it. Then
we want a grapnel."

"Me no able to make dat, massa."

"Not a regular grapnel, Jake, but you might manage something which
would do."

"What sort ob ting?" Jake asked.

Harold sat for some time in thought.

"If the wall were not so high it would be easy enough, Jake, for we
could do it by fastening the rope within about three inches of the
end of a pole six feet long and three inches thick. That would never
pull over the wall, but it is too high to throw the pole over."

"Jake could t'row such a stick as dat ober easy enough, massa--no
difficulty about dat; but me no see how a stick like dat balance
massa's weight."

"It would not balance it, Jake, but the pull would be a side pull and
would not bring the stick over the wall. If it were only bamboo it
would be heavy enough."

"Bery well, Massa Harold; if you say so, dat's all right. Jake can
git de wood easy enough; dere's plenty ob pieces among de firewood
dat would do for us."

"Roll it with strips of stuff the same way as the ladder steps, so as
to prevent it making a noise when it strikes the wall. In addition to
the ladder we shall want a length of rope long enough to go from this
window to the ground, and another length of thin rope more than twice
the height of the wall."

"Bery well, Massa Harold, me understand exactly what's wanted; but
it'll take two or t'ree days to make de ladder, and me can only work
ob a night." being caught. We must choose a dark and windy night.
Bring two files with you, so that we can work together, and some
oil."

"All right, massa. Now me go."

"Shut the door quietly, Jake, and do not forget to lock it behind
you," Harold said, as Jake stole noiselessly from the cell.

A week passed without Jake's again visiting Harold's cell. On the
seventh night the wind had got up and whistled around the jail, and
Harold, expecting that Jake would take advantage of the opportunity,
sat down on his bed without undressing, and awaited his coming. It
was but half an hour after the door had been locked for the night
that it quietly opened again.

"Here me am, sar, wid eberyting dat's wanted; two files and some oil,
de rope-ladder, de short rope for us to slide down, and de long thin
rope and de piece ob wood six feet long and thick as de wrist."

They at once set to work with the files, and in an hour had sawn
through two bars, making a hole sufficiently wide for them to pass.
The rope was then fastened to a bar, Harold took off his shoes and
put them in his pocket and then slid down the rope into the
courtyard. With the other rope Jake lowered the ladder and pole to
him and then slid down himself. Harold had already tied to the pole,
at four inches from one end, a piece of rope some four feet long, so
as to form a loop about half that length. The thin rope was put
through the loop and drawn until the two ends came together.

Noiselessly they stole across the yard until they reached the
opposite wall. The night was a very dark one, and although they could
make out the outline of the wall above them against the skyline, the
sentry-boxes at the corners were invisible. Harold now took hold of
the two ends of the rope, and Jake, stepping back a few yards from
the wall, threw the pole over it. Then Harold drew upon the rope
until there was a check, and he knew that the pole was hard up
against the edge of the wall. He tied one end of the rope-ladder to
an end of the double cord and then hauled steadily upon the other.
The rope running through the loop drew the ladder to the top of the
wall. All this was done quickly and without noise.

"Now, Jake, do you go first," Harold said. "I will hold the rope
tight below, and do you put part of your weight on it as you go up.
When you get to the top, knot it to the loop and sit on the wall
until I come up."

In three minutes they were both on the wall, the ladder was hauled up
and dropped on the outside, while the pole was shifted to the inside
of the wall; then they descended the ladder and made across the
country.

"Which way we go, massa?" Jake asked.

"I have been thinking it over," Harold replied, "and have decided on
making for the James River. We shall be there before morning and can
no doubt find a boat. We can guide ourselves by the stars, and when
we get into the woods the direction of the wind will be sufficient."

The distance was about twenty miles, but although accustomed to
scouting at night, they would have had difficulty in making their way
through the woods by morning had they not struck upon a road leading
in the direction in which they wanted to go.

Thus it was still some hours before daylight when they reached the
James River. They had followed the road all the way, and at the point
where it reached the bank there was a village of considerable size,
and several fishermen's boats were moored alongside. Stepping into
one of these, they unloosed the head-rope and pushed out into the
stream. The boat was provided with a sail. The mast was soon stepped
and the sail hoisted.

Neither Harold nor Jake had had much experience in boat-sailing, but
the wind was with them and the boat ran rapidly down the river, and
before daylight they were many miles from their point of starting.
The banks of the James River are low and swampy, and few signs of
human habitation were seen from the stream. It widened rapidly as
they descended and became rougher and rougher. They therefore steered
into a sheltered spot behind a sharp bend of the river and anchored.

In the locker they found plenty of lines and bait, and, setting to
work, had soon half a dozen fine fish at the bottom of the boat. They
pulled up the kedge and rowed to shore and soon made a fire, finding
flint and steel in the boat. The fish were broiled over the fire upon
sticks. The boat was hauled in under some overhanging bushes, and,
stretching themselves in the bottom, Harold and Jake were soon fast
asleep.

The sun was setting when they woke.

"What you going to do, sar?" Jake asked. "Are you tinking ob
trabeling by land or ob sailing to New York?"

"Neither, Jake," Harold answered. "I am thinking of sailing down the
coast inside the line of keys to Charleston. The water there is
comparatively smooth, and as we shall be taken for fishermen it is
not likely that we shall be overhauled. We can land occasionally and
pick a few ears of corn to eat with our fish, and as there is
generally a breeze night and morning, however still and hot the day,
we shall be able to do it comfortably. I see that there is an iron
plate here which has been used for making a fire and cooking on
board, so we will lay in a stock of dry wood before we start."

The journey was made without any adventure. While the breeze lasted
they sailed; when it fell calm they fished, and when they had
obtained a sufficient supply for their wants they lay down and slept
under the shade of their sail stretched as an awning. Frequently they
passed within hail of other fishing-boats, generally manned by
negroes. But beyond a few words as to their success, no questions
were asked. They generally kept near the shore, and when they saw any
larger craft they either hauled the boat up or ran into one of the
creeks in which the coast abounds. It was with intense pleasure that
at last they saw in the distance the masts of the shipping in
Charleston harbor.

Two hours later they landed. They fastened the boat to the wharf and
made their way into the town unquestioned. As they were walking along
the principal street they saw a well-known figure sauntering
leisurely toward them. His head was bent down and he did not notice,
them until Harold hailed him with a shout of "Halloo, Peter, old
fellow! How goes it?"

Peter, although not easily moved or excited, gave a yell of delight
which astonished the passers-by.

"Ah, my boy!" he exclaimed, "this is a good sight for my old eyes.
Here have I been a-fretting and a-worrying myself for the last three
months, and cussing my hard luck that I was not with you in that
affair on King's Mountain. At first, when I heard of it, I says to
myself, 'The young un got out of it somehow. He aint going to be
caught asleep.' Waal, I kept on hoping and hoping you'd turn up, till
at last I couldn't deceive myself no longer and was forced to
conclude that you'd either been rubbed out or taken prisoner. About a
month ago we got from the Yankees a list of the names of them they'd
captured, and glad I was to see yours among 'em. As I thought as how
you weren't likely to be out as long as the war lasted, I was
a-thinking of giving it up and going to Montreal and settling down
there. It was lonesome like without you, and I missed Jake's laugh,
and altogether things didn't seem natural like. Jake, I'm glad to see
ye. Your name was not in the list, but I thought it likely enough
they might have taken you and set you to work, and made no account of
ye."

"That is just what they did; but he got away after settling his score
with his new master, and then made for Richmond, where I was in
prison; then he got me loose, and here we are. But it is a long
story, and I must tell it you at leisure."




CHAPTER XX.


THE WAR IN SOUTH CAROLINA.

The fishing-boat was disposed of for a few pounds, and Harold and
Jake were again fitted out in the semi-uniform worn by the scouts. On
December 13, the very day after their arrival, a considerable
detachment of troops, under General Leslie, arrived, and on the 19th
marched, 1500 strong, to join Lord Cornwallis. Harold and his mates
accompanied them, and the united army proceeded northwest, between
the Roanoke and Catawba rivers. Colonel Tarleton was detached with a
force of 1000 men, consisting of light and German legion infantry, a
portion of the Seventh Regiment and of the first battalion of the
Seventy-first, 350 cavalry, and two field-pieces. His orders were to
pursue and destroy a force of some 800 of the enemy under General
Morgan. The latter, finding himself pressed, drew up his troops for
action near a place called the Cowpens. Then ensued the one action in
the whole war in which the English, being superior in numbers,
suffered a severe defeat.

Tarleton, confident of victory, led his troops to the attack without
making any proper preparations for it. The infantry advanced bravely,
and, although the American infantry held the ground for a time with
great obstinacy, they drove them back and the victory appeared to be
theirs. Tarleton now sent orders to his cavalry to pursue, as his
infantry were too exhausted, having marched at a rapid pace all
night, to do so. The order was not obeyed, and Major Washington, who
commanded the American cavalry, advanced to cover his infantry. These
rallied behind their shelter and fell upon the disordered British
infantry. Thus suddenly attacked when they believed that victory was
in their hands, the English gave way and were driven back. A panic
seized them and a general rout ensued. Almost the whole of them were
either killed or taken prisoners.

Tarleton in vain endeavored to induce his German legion cavalry to
charge; they stood aloof and at last fled in a body through the
woods. Their commander and 14 officers remained with Tarleton, and
with these and 40 men of the Seventeenth Regiment of dragoons he
charged the whole body of the American cavalry and drove them back
upon the infantry.

No partial advantage, however brilliant, could retrieve the
misfortune of the day. All was already lost, and Tarleton retreated
with his gallant little band to the main army under Lord Cornwallis,
twenty-five miles from the scene of action. The British infantry were
all killed, wounded, or taken prisoners, with the exception of a
small detachment which had been left in the rear, and who fell back
hastily as soon as the news of the result of the action reached them.
The legion cavalry returned to camp without the loss of a man.

The defeat at Cowpens had a serious influence on the campaign. It
deprived Lord Cornwallis of the greater portion of his light
infantry, who were of the greatest utility in a campaign in such a
country, while the news of the action had an immense influence in
raising the spirits of the colonists. Hitherto they had uniformly met
with ill success when they opposed the British with forces even
approaching an equality of strength. In spite of their superior arms
and superior shooting, they were unable to stand the charge of the
British infantry, who had come almost to despise them as foes in the
field. The unexpected success urged them to fresh exertions and
brought to their side vast numbers of waverers.

General Morgan, who was joined by General Greene, attempted to
prevent Cornwallis passing the fords of the Catawba. It was not till
February 1 that the river had fallen sufficiently to render a passage
possible. Colonel Webster was sent with his division to one of the
principal fords, with orders to open a cannonade there and make a
feint of crossing, while the general himself moved toward a smaller
and less-known ford. General Davidson, with 300 Americans, was
watching this point, but the brigade of guards were ordered to
commence the passage and were led by their light infantry companies
under Colonel Hall. The river was five hundred yards across, and the
stream so strong that the men, marching in fours, had to support one
another to enable them to withstand its force. The ford took a sharp
turn in the middle of the river.

The night being dark, the guards were not perceived until they had
reached this point, when the enemy immediately opened fire upon them.
The guide at once fled, without his absence being noticed until it
was too late to stop him. Colonel Hall, not knowing of the bend in
the ford, led his men straight forward toward the opposite bank, and
although their difficulties were much increased by the greater depth
of water through which they had to pass, the mistake was really the
means of saving them from much loss, as the Americans were assembled
to meet them at the head of the ford, and would have inflicted a
heavy loss upon them as they struggled in the stream. They did not
perceive the change in the direction of the column's march until too
late, and the guards, on landing, met them as they came on and
quickly routed and dispersed them. The British lost 4 killed, among
whom was Colonel Hall, and 36 wounded.

The rest of the division then crossed. Colonel Tarleton, with the
cavalry, was sent against 500 of the Americans who had fallen back
from the various fords, and, burning with the desire to retrieve the
defeat of the Cowpens, the legion horse charged the enemy with such
fury that they were completely routed, 50 of them being killed.

Morgan and Greene withdrew their army through the Roanoke River,
hotly pursued by the English. For a few days the British army
remained at Hillsborough, but no supplies of food sufficient for its
maintenance could be found there, so it again fell back. General
Greene, being re-enforced by a considerable force, now determined to
fight, and accordingly advanced and took up a position near Guilford
Court House.

[Illustration: Battle of Guilford Fought on the 16th of March 1781.]

The American force consisted of 4243 infantry and some 3000
irregulars--for the most part backwoodsmen from the frontier--while
the British force amounted to 1445, exclusive of their cavalry, who,
however, took little part in the fight. About four miles from
Guilford the advanced guards of the army met and a sharp fight
ensued--the Americans, under Colonel Lee, maintaining their ground
stanchly until the Twenty-third Regiment came up to the assistance of
Tarleton, who commanded the advance.

The main American force was posted in an exceedingly strong position.
Their first line was on commanding ground, with open fields in front;
on their flanks were woods, and a strong fence ran along in front of
their line. The second line was posted in a wood three hundred yards
in rear of the first, while four hundred yards behind were three
brigades drawn up in the open ground round Guilford Court House.
Colonel Washington, with two regiments of dragoons and one of
riflemen, formed a reserve for the right flank; Colonel Lee, with his
command, was in reserve on the left.

As soon as the head of the British column appeared in sight two guns
upon the road opened fire upon them and were answered by the English
artillery. While the cannonade continued the British formed in order
of attack. The Seventy-first, with a provincial regiment, supported
by the first battalion of the guards, formed the right; the
Twenty-third and Thirty-third, led by Colonel Webster, with the
grenadiers and second battalion of guards, formed the left. The light
infantry of the guards and the cavalry were in reserve.

When the order was given to advance the line moved forward in perfect
steadiness, and at 150 yards the enemy opened fire. The English did
not fire a shot till within 80 yards, when they poured in a volley
and charged with the bayonet. The first line of the enemy at once
fell back upon the second; here a stout resistance was made. Posted
in the woods and sheltering themselves behind trees, they kept up for
some time a galling fire which did considerable execution. General
Leslie brought up the right wing of the first battalion of guards
into the front line and Colonel Webster called up the second
battalion. The enemy's second line now fell back on their third,
which was composed of their best troops, and the struggle was a very
obstinate one.

The Americans, from their vastly superior numbers, occupied so long a
line of ground that the English commanders, in order to face them,
were obliged to leave large gaps between the different regiments.
Thus it happened that Webster, who with the Thirty-third Regiment,
the light infantry, and the second battalion of guards turned toward
the left, found himself separated from the rest of the troops by the
enemy, who pushed in between him and the Twenty-third. These again
were separated from the guards. The ground was very hilly, the wood
exceedingly thick, and the English line became broken up into
regiments separated from each other, each fighting on its own account
and ignorant of what was going on in other parts of the field.

The second battalion of guards was the first that broke through the
wood into the open grounds of Guilford Court House. They immediately
attacked a considerable force drawn up there, routed them, and took
their two cannon with them; but, pursuing them with too much ardor
and impetuosity toward the woods in the rear, were thrown into
confusion by a heavy fire from another body of troops placed there,
and being instantly charged by Washington's dragoons, were driven
back with great slaughter and the cannon were retaken.

At this moment the British guns, advancing along the road through the
wood, issued into the open and checked the pursuit of the Americans
by a well-directed fire. The Seventy-first and the Twenty-third now
came through the wood. The second battalion of guards rallied and
again advanced, and the enemy were quickly repulsed and put to
flight. The two guns were recaptured, with two others.

Colonel Webster, with the Thirty-third, returned across the ravine
through which he had driven the enemy opposed to him, and rejoined
the rest of the force. The Americans drew off in good order. The
Twenty-third and Twenty-first pursued with the cavalry for a short
distance and were then recalled. The fight was now over on the center
and left, but on the right heavy firing was still going on. Here
General Leslie, with the first battalion of guards and a Hessian
regiment, had been greatly impeded by the excessive thickness of the
woods, which rendered it impossible to charge with the bayonet. As
they struggled through the thicket the enemy swarmed around them, so
that they were at times engaged in front, flanks, and rear. The enemy
were upon an exceedingly steep rise, and lying along the top of this
they poured such a heavy fire into the guards that these suffered
exceedingly; nevertheless they struggled up to the top and drove the
front line back, but found another far more numerous drawn up behind.
As the guards struggled up to the crest they were received by a
tremendous fire on their front and flanks and suffered so heavily
that they fell into confusion. The Hessian regiment, which had
suffered but slightly, advanced in compact order to the left of the
guards, and, wheeling to the right, took the enemy in the flank with
a very heavy fire. Under cover of this the guards re-formed and moved
forward to join the Hessians and complete the repulse of the enemy
opposed to them. They were again attacked both in the flank and the
rear, but at last they completely dispersed the troops surrounding
them and the battle came to an end.

This battle was one of the most obstinate and well-contested
throughout the war, and the greatest credit is due to the British,
who drove the enemy, three times their own number, from the ground
chosen by them and admirably adapted to their mode of warfare.

The loss, as might have been expected, was heavy, amounting to 93
killed and 413 wounded--nearly a third of the force engaged. Between
two and three hundred of the enemy's dead were found on the field of
battle, and a great portion of their army was disbanded. The
sufferings of the wounded on the following night were great. A
tremendous rain fell, and the battle had extended over so large an
area that it was impossible to find and collect them. The troops had
had no food during the day and had marched several miles before they
came into action. Nearly 50 of the wounded died during the night.

Decisive as the victory was, its consequences were slight. Lord
Cornwallis was crippled by his heavy loss, following that which the
force had suffered at the Cowpens. The two battles had diminished the
strength of his little force by fully half. Provisions were difficult
to obtain, and the inhabitants, some of whom had suffered greatly
upon previous occasions for their loyal opinions, seeing the weakness
of the force and the improbability of its being enabled to maintain
itself, were afraid to lend assistance or to show their sympathy, as
they would be exposed on its retreat to the most cruel persecutions
by the enemy.

Three days after the battle Lord Cornwallis retired, leaving 70 of
the wounded, who were unable to move, under the protection of a flag
of truce. From Guilford Court House he moved his troops to
Wilmington, in North Carolina, a seaport where he hoped to obtain
provisions and stores, especially clothing and shoes.

General Greene, left unmolested after his defeat, reassembled his
army, and receiving re-enforcements, marched at full speed to attack
Lord Rawdon at Camden, thinking that he would, with his greatly
superior force, be able to destroy him in his isolated situation. The
English commander fortified his position and the American general
drew back and encamped on Hobkirk Hill, two miles distant, to await
the coming of his heavy baggage and cannon, together with some
re-enforcements. Lord Rawdon determined to take the initiative, and
marching out with his whole force of 900 men, advanced to the attack.
The hill was covered at its foot by a deep swamp, but the English
marched round this and stormed the position. The Americans made an
obstinate resistance, but the English climbed the hill with such
impetuosity, in spite of the musketry and grape-shot of the enemy,
that they were forced to give way. Several times they returned to the
attack, but were finally driven off in confusion. One hundred
prisoners were taken, and Lord Rawdon estimated that 400 of the enemy
were killed and wounded. The American estimate was considerably
lower, and as the Americans fought with all the advantage of
position, while the English were exposed during their ascent to a
terrible fire, which they were unable to return effectively, it is
probable that the American loss, including the wounded, was inferior
to that of the English, whose casualties amounted to 258.

Harold and his companions did not take part either in the battle of
Guilford Court House or in that of Hobkirk Hill, having been attached
to the fort known as Ninety-six, because a milestone with these
figures upon it stood in the village. The force here was under the
command of Lieutenant Colonel Cruger, who had with him 150 men of a
provincial corps known as Delancey's, 200 of the second battalion of
the New Jersey volunteers, and 200 local loyalists. The post was far
advanced, but so long as Lord Rawdon remained at Camden its position
was not considered to be dangerous. The English general, however,
after winning the battle of Hobkirk Hill, received news of the
retirement of Lord Cornwallis toward Wilmington, and seeing that he
would thereby be exposed to the whole of the American forces in South
Carolina and would infallibly be cut off from Charleston, he
determined to retire upon that port. Before falling back he sent
several messengers to Colonel Cruger, acquainting him of his
intention. But so well were the roads guarded by the enemy that none
of the messengers reached Ninety-six.

Colonel Cruger, being uneasy at the length of time which had elapsed
since he had received any communication, sent Harold and the two
scouts out with instructions to make their way toward the enemy's
lines and, if possible, to bring in a prisoner. This they had not
much difficulty in doing. Finding out the position of two parties of
the Americans, they placed themselves on the road between them. No
long time elapsed before an American officer came along. A shot from
Peter's rifle killed his horse, and before the officer could recover
his feet, he was seized by the scouts. They remained hidden in the
wood during the day and at night returned with their prisoner to
Ninety-six, thirty miles distant, avoiding all villages where
resistance could be offered by hostile inhabitants.

From the prisoner Colonel Cruger learned that Lord Rawdon had
retreated from Camden and that he was therefore entirely isolated.
The position was desperate, but he determined to defend the post to
the last, confident that Lord Rawdon would, as soon as possible,
undertake an expedition for his release.

The whole garrison was at once set to work, stockades were erected,
earthworks thrown up, a redoubt--formed of casks filled with
earth--constructed, and the whole strengthened by ditches and
abattis. Blockhouses were erected in the village to enable the troops
to fire over the stockades, and covered communications made between
various works. The right of the village was defended by a regular
work called the Star. To the left was a work commanding a rivulet
from which the place drew its supply of water.

Colonel Cruger offered the volunteers, who were a mounted corps,
permission to return to Charleston, but they refused to accept the
offer, and, turning their horses into the woods, determined to share
the fate of the garrison. In making this offer the colonel was
influenced partly by motives of policy, as the stock of provisions
was exceedingly scanty, and he feared that they would not last if the
siege should be a long one. Besides this, he feared that, as had
already too often happened, should the place fall, even the solemn
engagement of the terms of the surrender would not be sufficient to
protect the loyalists against the vengeance of their countrymen.

On May 21 General Greene, with his army, appeared in sight of the
place and encamped in a wood within cannon-shot of the village. He
lost no time, and in the course of the night threw up two works
within seventy paces of the fortifications. The English commander did
not suffer so rash and disdainful a step to pass unpunished. The
scouts, who were outside the works, brought in news of what was being
done, and also that the working parties were protected by a strong
force.

The three guns which constituted the entire artillery of the
defenders were moved noiselessly to the salient angle of the Star
opposite the works, and at eleven o'clock in the morning these
suddenly opened fire, aided by musketry from the parapets. The
covering force precipitately retreated, and 30 men sallied out from
the fort, carried the intrenchments, and bayoneted their defenders.
Other troops followed, the works were destroyed, and the intrenching
tools carried into the fort. General Greene, advancing with his whole
army, arrived only in time to see the last of the sallying party
re-enter the village.

"I call that a right-down good beginning," Peter Lambton said, in
great exultation. "There's nothing like hitting a hard blow at the
beginning of the fight. It raises your spirits and makes t'other chap
mighty cautious. You'll see next time they'll begin their works at a
much more respectful distance."

Peter was right. The blow checked the impetuosity of the American
general, and on the night of the 23d he opened his trenches at a
distance of four hundred yards. Having so large a force, he was able
to push forward with great rapidity, although the garrison made
several gallant sorties to interfere with the work.

On June 3 the second parallel was completed. A formal summons was
sent to the British commander to surrender. This document was couched
in the most insolent language and contained the most unsoldierlike
threats of the consequences which would befall the garrison and its
commander if he offered further resistance. Colonel Cruger sent back
a verbal answer that he was not frightened by General Greene's
menaces and that he should defend the post until the last.

The American batteries now opened with a heavy cross-fire, which
enfiladed several of the works. They also pushed forward a sap
against the Star fort and erected a battery, composed of gabions,
thirty-six yards only from the abattis and raised forty feet high so
as to overlook the works of the garrison. The riflemen posted on its
top did considerable execution and prevented the British guns being
worked during the day.

The garrison tried to burn the battery by firing heated shot into it,
but from want of proper furnaces they were unable to heat the shot
sufficiently, and the attempt failed. They then protected their
parapets as well as they could by sand-bags with loop-holes, through
which the defenders did considerable execution with their rifles.

Harold and his two comrades, whose skill with their weapons was
notorious, had their post behind some sand-bags immediately facing
the battery, and were able completely to silence the fire of its
riflemen, as it was certain death to show a head above its parapet.

The enemy attempted to set fire to the houses of the village by
shooting blazing arrows into them, a heavy musketry and artillery
fire being kept up to prevent the defenders from quenching the
flames. These succeeded, however, in preventing any serious
conflagration, but Colonel Cruger ordered at once that the whole of
the houses should be unroofed. Thus the garrison were for the rest of
the siege without protection from the rain and night air, but all
risk of a fire, which might have caused the consumption of their
stores, was avoided.

While the siege had been going on the town of Augusta had fallen, and
Lieutenant Colonel Lee, marching thence to re-enforce General Greene,
brought with him the British prisoners taken there. With a scandalous
want of honorable feeling he marched these prisoners along in full
sight of the garrison, with all the parade of martial music, and
preceded by a British standard reversed.

If the intention was to discourage the garrison it failed entirely in
its effect. Fired with indignation at so shameful a sight, they
determined to encounter every danger and endure every hardship rather
than fall into the hands of an enemy capable of disgracing their
success by so wanton an insult to their prisoners.

The Americans, strengthened by the junction of the troops who had
reduced Augusta, began to make approaches against the stockaded fort
on the left of the village, which kept open the communication of the
garrison with their water supply. The operations on this side were
intrusted to Colonel Lee, while General Greene continued to direct
those against the Star.

On the night of June 9 a sortie was made by two strong parties of the
defenders. That to the right entered the enemy's trenches and
penetrated to a battery of four guns, which nothing but the want of
spikes and hammers prevented them from destroying. Here they
discovered the mouth of a mine intended to be carried under one of
the defenses of the Star.

The division on the left fell in with the covering party of the
Americans, killed a number of them, and made their commanding officer
a prisoner.

On the 12th Colonel Lee determined to attempt a storm of the stockade
on the left, and sent forward a sergeant and six men, with lighted
combustibles, to set fire to the abattis. The whole of them were
killed before effecting their purpose. A number of additional cannon
now arrived from Augusta, and so heavy and incessant a fire was
opened upon the stockade from three batteries that on the 17th it was
no longer tenable, and the garrison evacuated it in the night.

The suffering of the garrison for want of water now became extreme.
With great labor a well had been dug in the fort, but no water was
found, and none could be procured except from the rivulet within
pistol-shot of the enemy. In the day nothing could be done, but at
night negroes, whose bodies in the darkness were not easily
distinguished from the tree-stumps which surrounded them, went out
and at great risk brought in a scanty supply. The position of the
garrison became desperate. Colonel Cruger, however, was not
discouraged, and did his best to sustain the spirits of his troops by
assurances that Lord Rawdon was certain to attempt to relieve the
place as soon as he possibly could do so.

At length one day, to the delight of the garrison, an American
royalist rode right through the pickets under the fire of the enemy
and delivered a verbal message from Lord Rawdon to the effect that he
had passed Orangeburg and was on his march to raise the siege.

Lord Rawdon had been forced to remain at Charleston until the arrival
of three fresh regiments from Ireland enabled him to leave that place
in safety and march to the relief of Ninety-six. His force amounted
to 1800 infantry and 150 cavalry. General Greene had also received
news of Lord Rawdon's movements, and, finding from his progress that
it would be impossible to reduce the fort by regular approaches
before his arrival, he determined to hazard an assault.

The American works had been pushed up close to the forts, and the
third parallel had been completed, and a mine and two trenches
extended within a few feet of the ditch. On the morning of June 18 a
heavy cannonade was begun from all the American batteries. The Whole
of the batteries and trenches were lined with riflemen, whose fire
prevented the British from showing their heads, above the parapets.
At noon two parties of the enemy advanced under cover of their
trenches and made a lodgment in the ditch. These were followed by
other parties with hooks to drag down the sand-bags and tools to
overthrow the parapet. They were exposed to the fire of the
block-houses in the village, and Major Green, the English officer who
commanded the Star fort, had his detachment in readiness behind the
parapet to receive the enemy when they attempted to storm.

As the main body of Americans did not advance beyond the third
parallel and contented themselves with supporting the parties in the
ditch with their fire, the commander of the fort resolved to inflict
a heavy blow. Two parties, each 30 strong, under the command of
Captains Campbell and French, issued from the sally-port in the rear,
entered the ditch, and, taking opposite directions, charged the
Americans who had made the lodgment with such impetuosity that they
drove everything before them until they met. The bayonet alone was
used and the carnage was great--two-thirds of those who entered the
trenches were either killed or wounded.

General Greene, finding it useless any longer to continue the
attempt, called off his troops, and on the following day raised the
siege and marched away with all speed, having lost at least 300 men
in the siege. Of the garrison 27 were killed and 58 wounded.

On the 21st Lord Rawdon arrived at Ninety-six and, finding that it
would be hopeless for him to attempt to overtake the retreating
enemy, who were marching with great speed, he drew off the garrison
of Ninety-six and fell back toward the coast.

A short time afterward a sharp fight ensued between a force under
Colonel Stewart and the army of General Greene. The English were
taken by surprise and were at first driven back, but they recovered
from their confusion and renewed the fight with great spirit, and
after a desperate conflict the Americans were repulsed. Two cannon
and 60 prisoners were taken; among the latter Colonel Washington, who
commanded the reserve. The loss on both sides was about equal, as 250
of the British troops were taken prisoners at the first outset. The
American killed considerably exceeded our own. Both, parties claimed
the victory; the Americans because they had forced the British to
retreat; the British because they had ultimately driven the Americans
from the field and obliged them to retire to a strong position seven
miles in the rear This was the last action of the war in South
Carolina.




CHAPTER XXI.


THE END OF THE STRUGGLE.

Being unable to obtain any supplies at Wilmington, Lord Cornwallis
determined to march on into Virginia and to effect a junction with
the British force under General Arnold operating there. Arnold
advanced to Petersburg and Cornwallis effected a junction with him on
May 20. The Marquis de la Fayette, who commanded the colonial forces
here, fell back. Just at this time the Count de Grasse, with a large
French fleet, arrived off the coast, and, after some consultation
with General Washington, determined that the French fleet and the
whole American army should operate together to crush the forces under
Lord Cornwallis.

The English were hoodwinked by reports that the French fleet was
intended to operate against New York, and it was not until they
learned that the Count de Grasse had arrived with twenty-eight ships
of the line at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay that the true object
of the expedition was seen. A portion of the English fleet
encountered them, but after irregular actions, lasting over five
days, the English drew off and retired to New York. The
commander-in-chief then attempted to effect a diversion, in order to
draw off some of the enemy who were surrounding Cornwallis. The fort
of New London was stormed after some desperate fighting, and great
quantities of ammunition and stores and fifty pieces of cannon taken.
General Washington did not allow his attention to be distracted.
Matters were in a most critical condition, for although to the
English the prospect of ultimate success appeared slight indeed, the
Americans were in a desperate condition. Their immense and
long-continued efforts had been unattended with any material success.
It was true that the British troops held no more ground now than they
did at the end of the first year of the war, but no efforts of the
colonists had succeeded in wresting that ground from them. The people
were exhausted and utterly disheartened. Business of all sorts was at
a standstill. Money had ceased to circulate, and the credit of
Congress stood so low that its bonds had ceased to have any value
whatever. The soldiers were unpaid, ill fed, and mutinous. If on the
English side it seemed that the task of conquering was beyond them,
the Americans were ready to abandon the defense from sheer
exhaustion. It was then of paramount necessity to General Washington
that a great and striking success should be obtained to animate the
spirits of the people.

Cornwallis, seeing the formidable combination which the French and
Americans were making to crush him, sent message after message to New
York to ask for aid from the commander-in-chief, and received
assurances from him that he would at once sail with 4000 troops to
join him. Accordingly, in obedience to his orders, Lord Cornwallis
fortified himself at Yorktown.

On September 28 the combined army of French and Americans, consisting
of 7000 of the former and 12,000 of the latter, appeared before
Yorktown and the post at Gloucester. Lord Cornwallis had 5960 men,
but so great had been the effects of the deadly climate in the autumn
months that only 4017 men were reported as fit for duty.

The enemy at once invested the town and opened their trenches against
it. From their fleet they had drawn an abundance of heavy artillery,
and on October 9 their batteries opened a tremendous fire upon the
works. Each day they pushed their trenches closer, and the British
force was too weak, in comparison with the number of its assailants,
to venture upon sorties. The fire from the works was completely
overpowered by that of the enemy, and the ammunition was nearly
exhausted. Day after day passed and still the promised re-enforcements
did not arrive. Lord Cornwallis was told positively that the fleet
would set sail on October 8, but it came not, nor did it leave port
until the 19th, the day on which Lord Cornwallis surrendered.

On the 16th, finding that he must either surrender or break through,
he determined to cross the river and fall on the French rear with his
whole force and then turn northward and force his way through
Maryland, Pennsylvania, and the Jerseys. In the night the light
infantry, the greater part of the guards, and part of the
Twenty-third were embarked in boats and crossed to the Gloucester
side of the river before midnight. At this critical moment a violent
storm arose which prevented the boats returning. The enemy's fire
reopened at daybreak, and the engineer and principal officers of the
army gave it as their opinion that it was impossible to resist
longer. Only one eight-inch shell and a hundred small ones remained.
The defenses had in many places tumbled to ruins, and no effectual
resistance could be opposed to an assault.

Accordingly Lord Cornwallis sent out a flag of truce and arranged
terms of surrender. On the 24th the fleet and re-enforcements arrived
off the mouth of the Chesapeake. Had they left New York at the time
promised, the result of the campaign would have been different.

The army surrendered as prisoners of war until exchanged, the
officers with liberty to proceed on parole to Europe and not to serve
until exchanged. The loyal Americans were embarked on the _Bonito_,
sloop of war, and sent to New York in safety, Lord Cornwallis having
obtained permission to send off the ship without her being searched,
with as many soldiers on board as he should think fit, so that they
were accounted for in any further exchange. He was thus enabled to
send off such of the inhabitants and loyalist troops as would have
suffered from the vengeance of the Americans.

The surrender of Lord Cornwallis' army virtually ended the war. The
burden entailed on the people in England by the great struggle
against France, Spain, Holland, and America, united in arms against
her, was enormous. So long as there appeared any chance of recovering
the colony the English people made the sacrifices required of them,
but the conviction that it was impossible for them to wage a war with
half of Europe and at the same time to conquer a continent had been
gaining more and more in strength. Even the most sanguine were
silenced by the surrender of Yorktown, and a cry arose throughout the
country that peace should at once be made.

As usual under the circumstances, a change of ministry took place.
Negotiations for peace were at once commenced, and the war terminated
in the acknowledgment of the entire independence of the United States
of America.

Harold with his companions had fallen back to Charleston with Lord
Rawdon after the relief of Ninety-six, and remained there until the
news arrived that the negotiations were on foot and that peace was
now certain. Then he took his discharge and sailed at once for
England, accompanied by Jake; Peter Lambton taking a passage to
Canada to carry out his intention of settling at Montreal.

Harold was now past twenty-two, and his father and mother did not
recognize him when, without warning, he arrived at their residence in
Devonshire. It was six years since his mother had seen him, when she
sailed from Boston before its surrender in 1776.

For a year he remained quiet at home, and then carried out his plan
of returning to the American continent and settling in Canada.

Accompanied by Jake, he sailed for the St. Lawrence and purchased a
snug farm on its banks, near the spot where it flows from Lake
Ontario.

He greatly improved it, built a comfortable house upon it, and two
years later returned to England, whence he brought back his Cousin
Nelly as his wife.

Her little fortune was used in adding to the farm, and it became one
of the largest and best managed in the country. Peter Lambton
found Montreal too crowded for him and settled down on the estate,
supplying it with fish and game so long as his strength enabled him
to go about, and enjoying the society of Jack Pearson, who had
married and established himself on a farm close by. As years went
on and the population increased the property became very valuable,
and Harold, before he died, was one of the wealthiest and most
respected men in the colony. So long as his mother lived he and his
wife paid occasional visits to England, but after her death his
family and farm had so increased that it was inconvenient to leave
them; his father therefore returned with him to Canada and ended his
life there. Jake lived to a good old age and was Harold's faithful
friend and right-hand man to the last.


THE END.





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