glimmered through <strong>the</strong> wet dark. "<strong>War</strong>ren ahoy!" <strong>the</strong> steersman called from <strong>the</strong> longboat, which banged against <strong>the</strong> frigate's hull. Hands reached downfrom <strong>the</strong> gunwale to help Major Todd aboard."Wait for me," Todd ordered <strong>the</strong> longboat's crew, <strong>the</strong>n he followed Lieutenant Fenwick down <strong>the</strong> frigate's deck, past <strong>the</strong> big guns that still bore <strong>the</strong>irchalked inscriptions, and so to <strong>the</strong> commodore's cabin. Water dripped from Todd's coat and hat, and his boots squelched on <strong>the</strong> checkered canvascarpet."Major Todd," Saltonstall greeted Todd's arrival. <strong>The</strong> commodore was seated at his table with a glass <strong>of</strong> wine. Four spermaceti candles in fine silversticks lit a book he was reading."General Lovell sends his compliments, sir," Todd began with <strong>the</strong> politic lie, "and asks why <strong>the</strong> attack did not take place?"Saltonstall evidently thought <strong>the</strong> question brusque, because he jerked his head back defiantly. "I sent a message," he said, looking just past Todd'sshoulder at <strong>the</strong> paneled door."I regret to say none arrived, sir."Saltonstall marked his place in <strong>the</strong> book with a strip <strong>of</strong> silk, <strong>the</strong>n turned his attention back to <strong>the</strong> cabin door. "Strange ships were sighted," he said. "Youcould hardly expect me to engage <strong>the</strong> enemy with strange ships at my rearward.""Ships, sir?" Todd asked and hoped that <strong>the</strong>y were <strong>the</strong> reinforcements from Boston. He wanted to see a regiment <strong>of</strong> trained soldiers with <strong>the</strong>ir flagsflying and drums beating, a regiment that could assault <strong>the</strong> fort and wipe it from <strong>the</strong> face <strong>of</strong> Massachusetts."Enemy ships," Saltonstall said bleakly.<strong>The</strong>re was a short silence. Rain pattered on <strong>the</strong> deck above and a boxed chronometer made an almost indiscernible ticking. "Enemy ships?" Toddrepeated feebly."Three frigates in <strong>the</strong>ir van," Saltonstall went on relentlessly, "and a ship <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> line with two more frigates coming behind." He turned back to his book,removing <strong>the</strong> silk marker."You're sure?" Todd asked.Saltonstall spared him a pitying glance. "Captain Brown <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Diligent is capable <strong>of</strong> recognizing enemy colors, Major.""So what . . . ?" Todd began, <strong>the</strong>n thought that <strong>the</strong>re was no use in asking <strong>the</strong> commodore what should happen now."We retreat, <strong>of</strong> course," Saltonstall divined <strong>the</strong> unasked question. "We have no choice, Major. <strong>The</strong> enemy has anchored for <strong>the</strong> night, but in <strong>the</strong>morning? In <strong>the</strong> morning we must go upriver to find a defensible place.""Yes, sir." Todd hesitated. "You'll forgive me, sir, I must report back to General Lovell.""Yes, you must. Goodnight," Saltonstall said, turning a page.Todd was rowed back to <strong>the</strong> beach. He stumbled up <strong>the</strong> slippery path in <strong>the</strong> darkness, falling twice so that when he appeared in Lovell's makeshift ten<strong>the</strong> was muddied as well as wet. His face told Lovell <strong>the</strong> news, news that Todd related anyway. Rain beat on <strong>the</strong> canvas and hissed in <strong>the</strong> fire outside as<strong>the</strong> major told <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> newly arrived British fleet that was anchored to <strong>the</strong> south. "It seems <strong>the</strong>y've come in force, sir," Todd said, "and <strong>the</strong> commodorebelieves we must retreat.""Retreat," Lovell said bleakly."In <strong>the</strong> morning," Todd said, "if <strong>the</strong>re's wind enough, <strong>the</strong> enemy will come here, sir.""A fleet?""Five frigates and a ship-<strong>of</strong>-<strong>the</strong>-line, sir.""Dear God.""He seems to have abandoned us, sir."Lovell looked as if he had been slapped, but suddenly he straightened. "Every man, every gun, every musket, every tent, every scrap <strong>of</strong> supply,everything! On <strong>the</strong> ships tonight! Call General Wadsworth and Colonel Revere. Tell <strong>the</strong>m we will leave <strong>the</strong> enemy nothing. Order <strong>the</strong> guns evacuated fromCross Island. You hear me? We will leave <strong>the</strong> enemy nothing! Nothing!"<strong>The</strong>re was an army to be saved.It rained. <strong>The</strong> night was windless and so <strong>the</strong> rain fell hard and straight, turning <strong>the</strong> rough track which zigzagged up <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bluff into a chute<strong>of</strong> mud. <strong>The</strong>re was no moonlight, but Colonel Revere had <strong>the</strong> idea to light fires at <strong>the</strong> track's edge, and by <strong>the</strong>ir light <strong>the</strong> supplies were carried down to <strong>the</strong>beach where more fires revealed <strong>the</strong> longboats nuzzling <strong>the</strong> shingle.<strong>The</strong> guns had to be manhandled down <strong>the</strong> track. Fifty men were needed for each eighteen-pounder. Teams hauled on drag-ropes to stop <strong>the</strong> huge gunsrunning away, while o<strong>the</strong>r men wrenched at <strong>the</strong> huge carriage wheels to guide <strong>the</strong> weapons down to <strong>the</strong> beach where lighters waited to take <strong>the</strong> artilleryback to <strong>the</strong> Samuel. Lights glimmered wet from <strong>the</strong> ships. <strong>The</strong> rain see<strong>the</strong>d. Tents, musket cartridges, barrels <strong>of</strong> flour, boxes <strong>of</strong> candles, picks, spades,weapons, everything was carried down to <strong>the</strong> beach where sailors loaded <strong>the</strong>ir boats and rowed out to <strong>the</strong> transports.Peleg Wadsworth blundered through <strong>the</strong> dark wet trees to make sure everything was gone. He carried a lantern, but its light was feeble. He slippedonce and fell heavily into a deserted trench at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> woods. He picked up <strong>the</strong> lantern, which, miraculously, had stayed alight, and gazed east into<strong>the</strong> darkness which surrounded <strong>Fort</strong> George. A few tiny rain-diffused splinters <strong>of</strong> light showed from <strong>the</strong> houses below <strong>the</strong> fort, but McLean's defenses wereinvisible until a cannon fired and its sudden flame lit <strong>the</strong> whole ridge before fading. <strong>The</strong> cannon-ball plowed through trees. <strong>The</strong> British fired a few gunsevery night, not in hope <strong>of</strong> killing rebels, but ra<strong>the</strong>r to disturb <strong>the</strong>ir sleep."General? General?" It was James Fletcher's voice."I'm here, James.""General Lovell wants to know if <strong>the</strong> guns are taken <strong>of</strong>f Cross Island, sir.""I told Colonel Revere to do that," Wadsworth said. Why had Lovell not asked Revere directly? He walked along <strong>the</strong> trench and saw that it was empty."Help me out, James," he said, holding up a hand.<strong>The</strong>y went back through <strong>the</strong> trees. General Lovell's table was being carried away, and men were pulling down <strong>the</strong> shelter under which Wadsworth hadslept so many nights. Two militiamen were piling <strong>the</strong> shelter's brush and branches onto <strong>the</strong> campfire, which blazed bright in a billow <strong>of</strong> smoke. All <strong>the</strong>campfires were being fed fuel so <strong>the</strong> British would not guess <strong>the</strong> rebels were leaving.<strong>The</strong> rain eased towards dawn. Somehow, despite <strong>the</strong> darkness and <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> rebels had managed to rescue everything from <strong>the</strong> heights, though<strong>the</strong>re was a sudden alarm when McCobb realized <strong>the</strong> Lincoln County militia's twelve-pounder gun was still at Dyce's Head. Men were sent to retrieve it asWadsworth went carefully down <strong>the</strong> rain-slicked track. "We've left <strong>the</strong>m nothing," Major Todd greeted him on <strong>the</strong> beach. Wadsworth nodded wearily. It hadbeen a considerable achievement, he knew, but he could not help wonder at <strong>the</strong> enthusiasm men had shown to rescue <strong>the</strong> expedition's weapons andsupplies, an enthusiasm that had not been evident when <strong>the</strong>y had been asked to fight. "Did you see <strong>the</strong> pay chest?" Todd asked anxiously."Wasn't it in <strong>the</strong> general's tent?""It must be with <strong>the</strong> tent, I suppose," Todd said.<strong>The</strong> rain stopped altoge<strong>the</strong>r and a gray, watery dawn lit <strong>the</strong> eastern sky. "Time to go," Wadsworth said. But where? He looked southwards, but <strong>the</strong>seaward reach <strong>of</strong> Penobscot Bay was shrouded by a mist that hid <strong>the</strong> enemy ships. A lighter waited to take away <strong>the</strong> missing twelve-pounder, but <strong>the</strong> onlyo<strong>the</strong>r boat on <strong>the</strong> beach was <strong>the</strong>re to carry Todd and Wadsworth to <strong>the</strong> Sally. "Time to go," Wadsworth said again. He stepped into <strong>the</strong> boat and leftMajabigwaduce to <strong>the</strong> British.No guns fired in <strong>the</strong> dawn. <strong>The</strong> night's rain had stopped, <strong>the</strong> clouds had cleared, <strong>the</strong> sky was limpid, <strong>the</strong> air was still and no fog obscuredMajabigwaduce's ridge. Yet no guns fired from <strong>the</strong> rebel batteries and <strong>the</strong>re was not even <strong>the</strong> smaller sound <strong>of</strong> rebel picquets clearing night-dampenedpowder from <strong>the</strong>ir muskets. Brigadier McLean stared at <strong>the</strong> heights through his glass. Every few moments he swung <strong>the</strong> glass southwards, but mist stillveiled <strong>the</strong> lower river and it was impossible to tell what ships lay <strong>the</strong>re. <strong>The</strong> garrison had seen <strong>the</strong> strange ships appear in <strong>the</strong> twilight, but no one wascertain whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y were British or American. McLean looked back to <strong>the</strong> woods. "<strong>The</strong>y're very quiet," he said."Buggered <strong>of</strong>f, maybe," Lieutenant-Colonel Campbell, commanding <strong>of</strong>ficer <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> 74th, suggested."If those ships are ours?""<strong>The</strong>n our enemies will have <strong>the</strong>ir tails between <strong>the</strong>ir legs," Campbell said, "and <strong>the</strong>y'll be scampering for <strong>the</strong> hills.""My goodness, and maybe you're right." McLean lowered <strong>the</strong> glass. "Lieutenant Moore?""Sir?""My compliments to Captain Caffrae, and ask him to be so good as to take his company for a look at <strong>the</strong> enemy lines.""Yes, sir, and, sir?""And yes, you may accompany him, Lieutenant," McLean said.<strong>The</strong> fifty men filed through <strong>the</strong> abatis and went west along <strong>the</strong> ridge, keeping close to <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn side where <strong>the</strong> trees were dark from <strong>the</strong> previous
<strong>The</strong> fifty men filed through <strong>the</strong> abatis and went west along <strong>the</strong> ridge, keeping close to <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn side where <strong>the</strong> trees were dark from <strong>the</strong> previousday's rain. To <strong>the</strong>ir left were <strong>the</strong> stumps <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> felled pines, many scarred by cannon shot that had fallen short. About halfway between <strong>the</strong> fort and <strong>the</strong> rebeltrenches Caffrae led <strong>the</strong> company into <strong>the</strong> trees. <strong>The</strong>y went cautiously now, still going westwards, but slowly, always alert for rebel picquets among <strong>the</strong>leaves. Moore wished he wore a green coat like <strong>the</strong> enemy marines. He stopped once, his heart pounding because <strong>of</strong> a sudden noise to his right, but itwas only a squirrel scrabbling up a trunk. "I think <strong>the</strong>y've gone," Caffrae said s<strong>of</strong>tly."Or perhaps <strong>the</strong>y're being clever," Moore suggested."Clever?"Luring us into an ambush?""We'll find out, won't we?" Caffrae said. He peered ahead. <strong>The</strong>se woods had been his playground where he came to alarm <strong>the</strong> rebels, but he had rarelyadvanced this far down <strong>the</strong> ridge. He listened, but heard nothing untoward. "Staying here won't put gravy on <strong>the</strong> beefsteak, will it?" he said. "Let's moveon."<strong>The</strong>y threaded <strong>the</strong> wet trees, still going at a snail's pace. Caffrae now edged back to <strong>the</strong> left so he could see <strong>the</strong> cleared ground and he realized he hadadvanced well beyond <strong>the</strong> rebels' foremost trenches, and those trenches were empty. If this was an ambush <strong>the</strong>n it would surely have been sprung by now."<strong>The</strong>y've gone," he said, trying to convince himself.<strong>The</strong>y went faster now, advancing ten or fifteen paces at a time, <strong>the</strong>n came to a clearing that had plainly been a rebel encampment. Felled logssurrounded <strong>the</strong> wet ashes <strong>of</strong> three campfires, rough shelters <strong>of</strong> branches and sod stood at <strong>the</strong> clearing's edges, and a latrine pit stank in <strong>the</strong> woodsbehind. Men peered into <strong>the</strong> shelters, but found nothing, <strong>the</strong>n followed Caffrae along a track which led towards <strong>the</strong> river. Moore saw a piece <strong>of</strong> papercaught in <strong>the</strong> undergrowth and fished it out with his sword. <strong>The</strong> paper was wet and disintegrating, but he could still see that someone had written a girl'sname in pencil. Adelaide Rebecah. <strong>The</strong> name was written again and again in a round and childish hand. Adelaide Rebecah."Anything interesting?" Caffrae asked."Just mis-spelt love." Moore said and threw <strong>the</strong> paper away.At <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> path between two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> encampments was a row <strong>of</strong> graves, each marked with a wooden cross and heaped with stones to stopanimals clawing up <strong>the</strong> corpses. Names were written in charcoal on <strong>the</strong> crosses. Isaac Fulsome, Nehemiah Eldredge, Thomas Snow, John Reardon.<strong>The</strong>re were seventeen names and seventeen crosses. Someone had written <strong>the</strong> words "for Liberty" after Thomas Snow's name, except <strong>the</strong>y had run out<strong>of</strong> space and <strong>the</strong> "y" was awkwardly cramped into a corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crosspiece."Sir!" Sergeant Logie called. "Sir!" Caffrae ran to <strong>the</strong> sergeant. "Listen, sir," Logie said.For a moment all Caffrae could hear was <strong>the</strong> water dripping from <strong>the</strong> leaves and <strong>the</strong> small susurration <strong>of</strong> feeble waves on <strong>the</strong> bluff's beach, but <strong>the</strong>n heheard voices. So <strong>the</strong> rebels were not gone? <strong>The</strong> voices appeared to come from <strong>the</strong> foot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bluff and Caffrae led his men that way to discover a roadhacked into <strong>the</strong> steep face. <strong>The</strong> road was rutted by wheels because this was how <strong>the</strong> guns had been hauled to <strong>the</strong> heights and <strong>the</strong>n hauled down again,and one gun was still on shore. Caffrae, reaching <strong>the</strong> bluff's edge, saw a boat on <strong>the</strong> shingle and saw men struggling with a cannon at <strong>the</strong> road's end."We'll have that gun, lads," he said, "so come on!"A dozen rebels were manhandling <strong>the</strong> twelve-pounder onto <strong>the</strong> beach, but <strong>the</strong> ruts in <strong>the</strong> road were waterlogged and <strong>the</strong> gun was heavy, and <strong>the</strong> menwere tired. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong>y heard <strong>the</strong> noises above <strong>the</strong>m and saw <strong>the</strong> redcoats bright among <strong>the</strong> trees. "Lift <strong>the</strong> barrel!" <strong>the</strong> rebel <strong>of</strong>ficer ordered. <strong>The</strong>y ga<strong>the</strong>redround <strong>the</strong> gun and lifted <strong>the</strong> heavy barrel out <strong>of</strong> its carriage and staggered with <strong>the</strong>ir burden across <strong>the</strong> shingle. <strong>The</strong> redcoats were whooping and running.<strong>The</strong> rebels almost swamped <strong>the</strong> lighter as <strong>the</strong>y dumped <strong>the</strong> barrel on its stern, but <strong>the</strong> boat stayed afloat and <strong>the</strong>y clambered aboard and <strong>the</strong> sailorspulled on <strong>the</strong> oars as <strong>the</strong> first Scotsmen arrived on <strong>the</strong> beach. One rebel stumbled as he tried to shove <strong>the</strong> boat <strong>of</strong>fshore. He lost his footing and fell fulllengthinto <strong>the</strong> water just as <strong>the</strong> oars bit and carried <strong>the</strong> craft away. His companions stretched arms towards him as he waded and thrashed his waytowards <strong>the</strong> receding boat, but it pulled fur<strong>the</strong>r away and a Scottish voice ordered <strong>the</strong> man back to <strong>the</strong> beach. He was a prisoner, but <strong>the</strong> cannon barrelwas saved. <strong>The</strong> lighter was rowed still fur<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong>fshore as <strong>the</strong> remainder <strong>of</strong> Caffrae's men streamed onto <strong>the</strong> shingle where one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, a corporal, raisedhis musket. "No!" Caffrae called sharply. "Let <strong>the</strong>m be!" That was not mercy but caution because some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> transport ships carried small cannon and<strong>the</strong> beach was well inside <strong>the</strong>ir range. To fire a musket was to invite <strong>the</strong> reply <strong>of</strong> a grape-loaded cannon. <strong>The</strong> musket dropped.Moore stopped by <strong>the</strong> abandoned gun carriage. Ahead <strong>of</strong> him was Penobscot Bay and <strong>the</strong> rebel fleet. <strong>The</strong>re was no wind so <strong>the</strong> fleet was stillanchored. <strong>The</strong> sun was well above <strong>the</strong> horizon now and <strong>the</strong> day was crystal clear. <strong>The</strong> dawn mist had vanished so that Moore could now see <strong>the</strong> secondfleet, a smaller fleet, which lay far to <strong>the</strong> south, and at <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> that smaller fleet was a big ship, a ship with two decks <strong>of</strong> guns, a ship far bigger thananything <strong>the</strong> rebels possessed, and Moore knew from <strong>the</strong> size <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ship that <strong>the</strong> Royal Navy had arrived.And <strong>the</strong> rebels were gone from Majabigwaduce.* * *Peleg Wadsworth had pleaded with General Lovell to prepare <strong>the</strong>mselves for just this emergency. He had wanted to take men upriver and find a point <strong>of</strong>land where gun batteries could be prepared and <strong>the</strong>n, if <strong>the</strong> British did send a fleet, <strong>the</strong> rebels could withdraw behind <strong>the</strong>ir new defenses and pound <strong>the</strong>pursuing ships with gunfire, but Lovell had refused every such plea.Now Lovell wanted exactly what Wadsworth had asked for so <strong>of</strong>ten. James Fletcher was summoned to <strong>the</strong> Sally's stern-deck and asked what layupriver. "<strong>The</strong>re's about six, seven mile <strong>of</strong> bay, General," Fletcher told Lovell, "<strong>the</strong>n it's a narrow river after that. She goes twenty mile before you can go n<strong>of</strong>ur<strong>the</strong>r.""And <strong>the</strong> river winds over those twenty miles?" Lovell asked."In places she does," James said. "<strong>The</strong>re's some straight channels and <strong>the</strong>re are twists as tight as Satan's tail.""<strong>The</strong> banks are hilly?""All <strong>the</strong> way, sir.""<strong>The</strong>n our objective," Lovell said, "is to find a bend in <strong>the</strong> river that we can fortify." <strong>The</strong> rebel fleet could shelter upriver <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bend, and every gun thatcould be carried ashore would be dug into <strong>the</strong> high ground to shatter <strong>the</strong> pursuing British ships. <strong>The</strong> fleet would thus be saved and <strong>the</strong> army preserved.Lovell gave Wadsworth a rueful smile. "Don't chide me, Wadsworth," he said, "I know you foresaw this might happen.""I hoped it would not, sir.""But all will be well," Lovell said with sublime confidence. "Some energy and application will preserve us."Little could be done while <strong>the</strong>re was no wind to move <strong>the</strong> ships. Yet Lovell was pleased with <strong>the</strong> night's work. Everything that could be saved from <strong>the</strong>heights, all except for one gun carriage, had been embarked and that achievement, in a night <strong>of</strong> rain and chaos, had been remarkable. It boded well for<strong>the</strong> army's survival. "We have all our guns," Lovell said, "all our men and all our supplies!""Almost all our guns," Major Todd corrected <strong>the</strong> general."Almost?" Lovell asked indignantly."<strong>The</strong> cannon were not recovered from Cross Island," Major Todd said."Not recovered! But I gave distinct orders that <strong>the</strong>y were to be withdrawn!""Colonel Revere claimed he was too busy, sir."Lovell stared at <strong>the</strong> major. "Busy?""Colonel Revere also claimed, sir," Todd went on, taking some pleasure in describing <strong>the</strong> failings <strong>of</strong> his enemy, "that your orders no longer applied tohim."Lovell gaped at his brigade major. "He said what?""He averred that <strong>the</strong> siege had been abandoned, sir, and that <strong>the</strong>refore he was no longer obliged to accept your orders.""Not obliged to accept my orders?" Lovell asked in disbelief."That is what he claimed, sir," Todd said icily. "So I fear those guns are lost, sir, unless we have time to retrieve <strong>the</strong>m this morning. I also regret to tellyou, sir, that <strong>the</strong> pay chest is missing.""It'll turn up," Lovell said dismissively, still brooding over Lieutenant-Colonel Revere's brazen insolence. Not obliged to accept orders? Who did Reverethink he was?"We need <strong>the</strong> pay chest," Todd insisted."It will be found, I'm sure," Lovell said testily. <strong>The</strong>re had been chaos in <strong>the</strong> dark and it was inevitable that some items would have been carried to <strong>the</strong>wrong transport ship, but that could all be sorted out once a safe anchorage was discovered and protected. "But first we must haul those guns <strong>of</strong>f CrossIsland," Lovell insisted, "I will leave nothing for <strong>the</strong> British. You hear me? Nothing!"But <strong>the</strong>re was no time to rescue <strong>the</strong> cannon. <strong>The</strong> first catspaws <strong>of</strong> wind had just begun to ruffle <strong>the</strong> bay and <strong>the</strong> British fleet was already hauling itsanchors and loosing sails. <strong>The</strong> rebel fleet had to move and one by one <strong>the</strong> anchors were raised, <strong>the</strong> sails released and <strong>the</strong> ships, assisted by <strong>the</strong> flood
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