From Farm House to the White House - 912 Freedom Library
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<strong>Farm</strong> <strong>House</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>White</strong> <strong>House</strong>, by William M. Thayer 186<br />
The treason of Arnold in 1780 contributed, on <strong>the</strong> whole, <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> fidelity of <strong>the</strong> army in 1781. The poorest<br />
soldier in <strong>the</strong> ranks scorned "<strong>to</strong> become an Arnold."<br />
Washing<strong>to</strong>n placed Arnold in command at West Point in 1780. Arnold had long been interceding for <strong>the</strong><br />
position, and it was found subsequently that he had been in treasonable correspondence with <strong>the</strong> British<br />
commander fifteen months when he assumed command of that post. The correspondence was commenced<br />
voluntarily by Arnold, and was conducted on <strong>the</strong> part of Sir Henry Clin<strong>to</strong>n by his aid, Major John André,<br />
under <strong>the</strong> signature of John Anderson.<br />
General Arnold was harassed by burdensome debts. He was a gambler, <strong>to</strong>o, and, of course, devoid of moral<br />
principle. His object was <strong>to</strong> pay his debts with British gold.<br />
His correspondence ripened in<strong>to</strong> a plan by Arnold <strong>to</strong> deliver West Point in<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> hands of <strong>the</strong> British, for<br />
which purpose a midnight meeting was arranged between him and Major André. The meeting occurred at<br />
Dobb's Ferry, when Arnold delivered <strong>to</strong> André a plan of <strong>the</strong> works at West Point, <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r with a plan of<br />
attack by <strong>the</strong> British, when <strong>the</strong> post would be surrendered on <strong>the</strong> ground that <strong>the</strong> American troops were <strong>to</strong>o<br />
few <strong>to</strong> hold it. The papers were concealed in André's s<strong>to</strong>ckings.<br />
On his return, even after he had passed <strong>the</strong> American lines, three patriotic representatives of <strong>the</strong> New York<br />
yeomanry, John Paulding, Isaac Van Wart, and David Williams, s<strong>to</strong>pped him, <strong>the</strong> first aiming his musket at<br />
his head.<br />
"Gentlemen, I hope you belong <strong>to</strong> our party," said André with as much composure as he could command.<br />
"What party?" responded Paulding.<br />
"The lower party," replied André.<br />
"We do," <strong>the</strong>y said.<br />
"I am a British officer, and have been up <strong>the</strong> country on particular business," continued André, now feeling<br />
that he was among friends. He was deceived by <strong>the</strong> dress which Paulding wore,--that of a refugee. Paulding<br />
had been a prisoner in <strong>the</strong> hands of <strong>the</strong> British, confined in that terrible prison known as <strong>the</strong> "Sugar <strong>House</strong>."<br />
He was released only four days before. In that place his citizen's suit was taken from him, and replaced by <strong>the</strong><br />
refugee garb, so that <strong>the</strong> barbarity of André's countrymen became <strong>the</strong> cause of his detection.<br />
"I must not be detained for a moment," continued André, taking out his gold watch, <strong>the</strong> sight of which showed<br />
<strong>to</strong> his cap<strong>to</strong>rs that he was a man of consequence.<br />
"We are Americans, and you are our prisoner!" exclaimed Paulding.<br />
André was as<strong>to</strong>unded by this revelation, and he was ready <strong>to</strong> pay any amount of money <strong>to</strong> his cap<strong>to</strong>rs if <strong>the</strong>y<br />
would let him go.<br />
"Dismount!" shouted Paulding, seizing his horse's bridle.<br />
"Beware, gentlemen, or you will get yourselves in<strong>to</strong> trouble," replied André.<br />
"We will take care of that," re<strong>to</strong>rted Paulding. "Any letters about you?"<br />
"No."