"Whereas General Lovell is convinced <strong>the</strong> fort cannot be taken until <strong>the</strong> ships are destroyed.""General Lovell is entitled to his opinion," Saltonstall said l<strong>of</strong>tily."If we succeed in capturing <strong>the</strong> enemy's remaining shore battery," Wadsworth suggested, "it will make your task easier, sir?""My task?""Of capturing <strong>the</strong> enemy ships, sir.""My task, Wadsworth, is to support your forces in <strong>the</strong> capture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fort.""Thank you, sir," Wadsworth said, hiding his exasperation, "but might I assure General Lovell that you will attack <strong>the</strong>ir shipping if we mount an assault on<strong>the</strong> fort?""This presupposes that you have disposed <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy's shore battery?""It does, sir.""A joint attack, eh?" Saltonstall still sounded suspicious, but after a brief hesitation, nodded cautiously. "I would consider a joint attack," he saidgrudgingly, "but you do realize, I trust, that <strong>the</strong> position <strong>of</strong> Mowat's ships becomes untenable once <strong>the</strong> fort is taken?""I do, sir.""But that McLean's position is still formidable whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> ships are taken or not?""I understand that too, sir."Saltonstall turned to glower at <strong>the</strong> waist <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren, but saw nothing to provoke a complaint. "<strong>The</strong> Congress, Wadsworth, has spent precious publicmoney building a dozen frigates.""Indeed it has, sir," Wadsworth said, wondering what that had to do with <strong>the</strong> fort on Majabigwaduce's peninsula."<strong>The</strong> Washington, <strong>the</strong> Effingham, <strong>the</strong> Congress and <strong>the</strong> Montgomery are all scuttled, Wadsworth. <strong>The</strong>y are lost.""Sadly, sir, yes," Wadsworth said. <strong>The</strong> four frigates had been destroyed to prevent <strong>the</strong>ir capture."<strong>The</strong> Virginia, taken," Saltonstall went on remorselessly, "<strong>the</strong> Hancock, taken. <strong>The</strong> Raleigh, taken. <strong>The</strong> Randolph, sunk. Do you wish me to add <strong>the</strong><strong>War</strong>ren to that sad record?""Of course not, sir," Wadsworth said. He glanced up at <strong>the</strong> snake-embossed flag flying at <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren's stern. It bore <strong>the</strong> proud motto "Don't Tread onMe," but how could <strong>the</strong> British even try if <strong>the</strong> snake's only ambition was to avoid battle?"Capture <strong>the</strong> shore battery," Saltonstall said in his most lordly voice, "and <strong>the</strong> fleet will reconsider its opportunities.""Thank you, sir," Wadsworth said.He had been silent as he was rowed ashore from <strong>the</strong> frigate. Saltonstall was right, Wadsworth did disagree with Lovell. Wadsworth knew <strong>the</strong> fort was<strong>the</strong> king on Majabigwaduce's chessboard, and <strong>the</strong> three British ships were pawns. Take <strong>the</strong> fort and <strong>the</strong> pawns surrendered, but take <strong>the</strong> pawns and <strong>the</strong>king remained, yet Lovell would not be persuaded to attack <strong>the</strong> fort any more than Saltonstall could be persuaded to throw caution to <strong>the</strong> southwest windand destroy Mowat's three sloops. So now <strong>the</strong> battery must be attacked in hope that a successful assault would persuade <strong>the</strong> two commanders to greaterboldness.And time was short and it was shrinking, so Peleg Wadsworth would attack that night. In <strong>the</strong> dark.James Fletcher tacked <strong>the</strong> Felicity south from Wasaumkeag Point where <strong>the</strong> rebels had taken over <strong>the</strong> remaining buildings <strong>of</strong> <strong>Fort</strong> Pownall, a decayedwooden and earth-banked fortress erected some thirty years before to deter attacks upriver by French raiders. <strong>The</strong>re was no adequate shelter forwounded men on <strong>the</strong> heights <strong>of</strong> Majabigwaduce, so <strong>the</strong> house and storerooms <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old fort were now <strong>the</strong> rebels' hospital. Wasaumkeag Point lay on <strong>the</strong>far bank <strong>of</strong> Penobscot Bay, just south <strong>of</strong> where <strong>the</strong> river opened from being a narrow and fast-flowing channel between high wooded banks. James, whenhe was not needed by Wadsworth, used <strong>the</strong> Felicity to carry wounded men to <strong>the</strong> hospital and now he did his best to hurry back, eager to join Wadsworthbefore dusk and <strong>the</strong> attack on <strong>the</strong> British battery.<strong>The</strong> Felicity's course was frustrating. She made good enough progress on each starboard tack, but inevitably <strong>the</strong> wind drove <strong>the</strong> small boat nearer andnearer <strong>the</strong> eastern bank and <strong>the</strong>n James had to endure a long port tack, which, in <strong>the</strong> flooding tide, seemed to take him far<strong>the</strong>r and far<strong>the</strong>r fromMajabigwaduce's bluff beneath which he wanted to anchor <strong>the</strong> Felicity. But James was used to <strong>the</strong> southwest wind. "You can't hurry <strong>the</strong> breeze," his fa<strong>the</strong>rhad said, "and you can't change its mind, so <strong>the</strong>re's no point in getting irritated by it." James wondered what his fa<strong>the</strong>r would think <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rebellion. Nothinggood, he supposed. His fa<strong>the</strong>r, like many who lived about <strong>the</strong> river, had been proud to be an Englishman. It did not matter to him that <strong>the</strong> Fletchers hadlived in Massachusetts for over a hundred years, <strong>the</strong>y were still Englishmen. An old, yellowing print <strong>of</strong> King Charles I had hung in <strong>the</strong> log house throughoutJames's childhood, and was now tacked above his mo<strong>the</strong>r's sickbed. <strong>The</strong> king looked haughty, but somehow sad, as if he knew that one day a rebellionwould topple him and lead him to <strong>the</strong> executioner's block. In Boston, James had heard, <strong>the</strong>re was a tavern called <strong>the</strong> Cromwell's Head which hung its innsignso low above <strong>the</strong> door that men had to bow <strong>the</strong>ir heads to <strong>the</strong> king-killer every time <strong>the</strong>y entered. That story had angered his fa<strong>the</strong>r.He tacked <strong>the</strong> Felicity in <strong>the</strong> cove just north <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bluff. <strong>The</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cannonade between <strong>the</strong> fort and <strong>the</strong> rebel lines was loud now, <strong>the</strong> smoke from<strong>the</strong> guns drifting like a cloud above <strong>the</strong> peninsula. He was on a port tack again, but it would be a short one and he knew he would reach <strong>the</strong> shore wellbefore nightfall. He sailed under <strong>the</strong> stern <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Industry, a transport sloop, and waved to its captain, Will Young, who shouted some good-natured remarkthat was lost in <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cannons.James tacked to run down <strong>the</strong> Industry's flank where a longboat was secured. Three men were in <strong>the</strong> longboat while above <strong>the</strong>m, at <strong>the</strong> sloop'sgunwale, two men threatened <strong>the</strong> trio with muskets. <strong>The</strong>n, with a shock, James recognized <strong>the</strong> three captives: Archibald Haney, John Lymburner, andWilliam Greenlaw, all from Majabigwaduce. Haney and Lymburner had been friends <strong>of</strong> his fa<strong>the</strong>r, while Will Greenlaw had <strong>of</strong>ten accompanied James onfishing trips downriver and had paid court to Beth once or twice, though never successfully. All three men were Tories, Loyalists, and now <strong>the</strong>y wereevidently prisoners. James let his sheets go so that <strong>the</strong> Felicity slowed and shivered. "What <strong>the</strong> devil are you doing with <strong>the</strong> bastards?" Archibald Haneycalled. Haney was like an uncle to James.Before James could say a word in response a sailor appeared at <strong>the</strong> gunwale above <strong>the</strong> longboat. He carried a wooden pail. "Hey, Tories!" <strong>the</strong> sailorcalled, <strong>the</strong>n upended <strong>the</strong> bucket to cascade urine and turds onto <strong>the</strong> prisoners' heads. <strong>The</strong> two guards laughed."What <strong>the</strong> hell did you do that for?" James shouted.<strong>The</strong> sailor mou<strong>the</strong>d some response and turned away. "<strong>The</strong>y put us here one hour a day," Will Greenlaw said miserably, "and pour <strong>the</strong>ir slops on us."<strong>The</strong> tide was taking <strong>the</strong> Felicity north and James tightened <strong>the</strong> jib sheet to get some way on her. "I'm sorry," he called."You'll be sorry when <strong>the</strong> king asks who was loyal to him!" Archibald Haney shouted angrily."<strong>The</strong> English treat our prisoners far worse!" Will Young bellowed from <strong>the</strong> Industry's stern.James had been forced onto a port tack again and <strong>the</strong> wind took him away from <strong>the</strong> sloop. Archibald Haney shouted something, but <strong>the</strong> words werelost on <strong>the</strong> breeze, all but one. Traitor.James tacked <strong>the</strong> boat again and ran her towards <strong>the</strong> beach. He dropped her anchor, furled her mainsail, and stowed <strong>the</strong> foresails, <strong>the</strong>n hailed apassing lighter to give him a dry-ride ashore. Traitor, rebel, Tory, Loyalist? If his fa<strong>the</strong>r were still alive, he wondered, would he dare be a rebel?He climbed <strong>the</strong> bluff, retrieved <strong>the</strong> musket from his shelter and walked south to Dyce's Head to find Peleg Wadsworth. <strong>The</strong> sun was low now, casting along shadow over <strong>the</strong> ridge and along <strong>the</strong> harbor's foreshore. Wadsworth's men were ga<strong>the</strong>ring in <strong>the</strong> trees where <strong>the</strong>y could not be seen from <strong>the</strong> fort."You look pensive, young James," Wadsworth greeted him."I'm well enough, sir," James said.Wadsworth looked at him more closely. "What is it?""You know what <strong>the</strong>y're doing to <strong>the</strong> prisoners?" James asked, <strong>the</strong>n blurted out <strong>the</strong> whole tale. "<strong>The</strong>y're my neighbors, sir," he said, "and <strong>the</strong>y called metraitor."Wadsworth had been listening patiently. "This is war, James," he said gently, "and it creates passions we didn't know we possessed.""<strong>The</strong>y're good men, sir!""And if we released <strong>the</strong>m," Wadsworth said, "<strong>the</strong>y'd work for our enemies.""<strong>The</strong>y would, yes," James allowed."But that's no reason to maltreat <strong>the</strong>m," Wadsworth said firmly, "and I'll talk to <strong>the</strong> general, I promise," though he knew well enough that whatever protes<strong>the</strong> made would change nothing. Men were frustrated. <strong>The</strong>y wanted this expedition finished. <strong>The</strong>y wanted to go home. "And you're no traitor, James," hesaid."No? My fa<strong>the</strong>r would say I am.""Your fa<strong>the</strong>r was British," Wadsworth said, "and you and I were both born British, but that's all changed now. We're Americans." He said <strong>the</strong> word asthough he were not used to it, but felt a pang <strong>of</strong> pride because <strong>of</strong> it. And tonight, he thought, <strong>the</strong> Americans would take a small step towards <strong>the</strong>ir liberty.
<strong>The</strong>y would attack <strong>the</strong> battery.In <strong>the</strong> dark.<strong>The</strong> Indians joined Wadsworth's militia after sunset. <strong>The</strong>y appeared silently and, as ever, Wadsworth found <strong>the</strong>ir presence unsettling. He could not lose <strong>the</strong>impression that <strong>the</strong> dark-skinned warriors judged him and found him wanting, but he forced a welcome smile in <strong>the</strong> dark night. "I'm glad you're here," hetold Johnny Fea<strong>the</strong>rs, who was apparently <strong>the</strong> Indian's leader. Fea<strong>the</strong>rs, who had been given his name by John Preble, who negotiated for <strong>the</strong> State with<strong>the</strong> Penobscot tribe, nei<strong>the</strong>r answered nor even acknowledged <strong>the</strong> greeting. Fea<strong>the</strong>rs and his men, he had brought sixteen this night, squatted at <strong>the</strong>edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trees and scraped whetstones over <strong>the</strong> blades <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir short axes. Tomahawks, Wadsworth supposed. He wondered if <strong>the</strong>y were drunk. <strong>The</strong>general's order that no liquor was to be given to <strong>the</strong> Indians had met with small success, but so far as Wadsworth could tell <strong>the</strong>se men were sober aschurchwardens. Not that he cared, drunk or sober <strong>the</strong> Indians were among his best warriors, though Solomon Lovell was more skeptical <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir loyalties."<strong>The</strong>y'll want something in exchange for helping us," he had told Wadsworth, "and not just wampum. Guns, probably, and God knows what <strong>the</strong>y'll do withthose.""Hunt?""Hunt what?"But <strong>the</strong> Indians were here. <strong>The</strong> seventeen braves had muskets, but had all chosen to carry tomahawks as <strong>the</strong>ir primary weapon. <strong>The</strong> militia and marineshad muskets with fixed bayonets. "I don't want any man firing prematurely," Wadsworth told his militiamen and saw, in <strong>the</strong> small light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> waning moon,<strong>the</strong> look <strong>of</strong> incomprehension on too many faces. "Don't cock your muskets till you need to shoot," he told <strong>the</strong>m. "If you stumble and fall I don't want a shotalerting <strong>the</strong> enemy. And you," he pointed to a small boy who was armed with a shea<strong>the</strong>d bayonet and an enormous drum, "keep your drum silent till we'vewon!""Yes, sir."Wadsworth crossed to <strong>the</strong> boy who looked scarcely a day over eleven or twelve. "What's your name, boy?""John, sir.""John what?""John Freer, sir." John Freer's voice had not broken. He was rake-thin, nothing but skin, bones, and wide eyes, but those eyes were bright and his backwas straight."A good name," Wadsworth said, "free and Freer. Tell me, John Freer, do you have your letters?""My letters, sir?""Can you read or write?"<strong>The</strong> boy looked shifty. "I can read some, sir.""<strong>The</strong>n when this is all over," Wadsworth said, "we must teach you <strong>the</strong> rest, eh?""Yes, sir," Freer said unenthusiastically."He brings us luck, General," an older man put in. He placed a protective hand on <strong>the</strong> boy's shoulder. "We can't lose if Johnny Freer is with us, sir.""Where are your parents, John?" Wadsworth asked."Both dead," <strong>the</strong> older man answered, "and I'm his grandfa<strong>the</strong>r.""I want to stay with <strong>the</strong> company, sir!" John Freer said eagerly. He had divined that Wadsworth was contemplating an order that he stay behind."We'll look after him, sir," <strong>the</strong> grandfa<strong>the</strong>r said, "we always do.""Just keep your drum quiet till we've beaten <strong>the</strong>m, John Freer," Wadsworth said and patted <strong>the</strong> boy on <strong>the</strong> head. "After that you can wake <strong>the</strong> dead forall I care."Wadsworth had three hundred militiamen, or ra<strong>the</strong>r two hundred and ninety-nine militiamen and one small drummer boy. Saltonstall had kept his wordand sent fifty marines and had added a score <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren's sailors who were armed with cutlasses, boarding pikes, and muskets. "<strong>The</strong> crew wants t<strong>of</strong>ight," Carnes explained <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> seamen."<strong>The</strong>y're most welcome," Wadsworth had said."And <strong>the</strong>y will fight!" Carnes said enthusiastically. "Demons, <strong>the</strong>y are."<strong>The</strong> seamen were on <strong>the</strong> right. <strong>The</strong> militiamen and Indians were in <strong>the</strong> center and Captain Carnes and his marines on <strong>the</strong> left. Lieutenant Dennis wassecond in command <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> marines. <strong>The</strong>y were all lined at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trees by Dyce's Head, close to Captain Welch's grave, and to <strong>the</strong> east <strong>the</strong>ground dropped gently away towards <strong>the</strong> Half Moon Battery. Wadsworth could see <strong>the</strong> enemy earthwork in <strong>the</strong> small moonlight, and even if it had beendark its position would have been betrayed by two small campfires that burned behind <strong>the</strong> emplacement. <strong>The</strong> fort was a dark silhouette on <strong>the</strong> horizon.Just beyond <strong>the</strong> enemy battery were <strong>the</strong> westernmost houses <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> village. <strong>The</strong> closest, which was dwarfed by a large barn, lay only a few pacesbeyond <strong>the</strong> British guns. "That's Jacob Dyce's house," James Fletcher told Wadsworth, "he's a Dutchman.""So no love for <strong>the</strong> British?""Oh, he loves <strong>the</strong> British, Jacob does. Like as not old Jacob will shoot at us.""Let's hope he's asleep," Wadsworth said and hoped all <strong>the</strong> enemy were sleeping. It was past midnight, a Sunday now, and <strong>the</strong> peninsula was moonlitblack and silver. Small wisps <strong>of</strong> smoke drifted from chimneys and campfires.<strong>The</strong> British sloops were black against <strong>the</strong> distant water and no lights showed aboard.Two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> transport ships had been beached at Majabigwaduce's eastern tip, while <strong>the</strong> third had been added to <strong>the</strong> line <strong>of</strong> sloops because, in <strong>the</strong>irnew position, <strong>the</strong> British were trying to blockade a much greater width <strong>of</strong> water. <strong>The</strong> transport ship, which was anchored at <strong>the</strong> sou<strong>the</strong>rn end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> line,looked much bigger than <strong>the</strong> three sloops, but Carnes, who had used a telescope to examine <strong>the</strong> ship in daylight, reckoned it carried only six smallcannon. "It looks big and bad," he said now, watching <strong>the</strong> enemy ships in <strong>the</strong> dark, "but it's feeble.""Like <strong>the</strong> fort," Lieutenant Dennis put in."<strong>The</strong> fort gets more formidable every day," Wadsworth said, "which is why we must use haste." He had been appalled when, at <strong>the</strong> afternoon's council<strong>of</strong> war, General Lovell had toyed with <strong>the</strong> idea <strong>of</strong> starving <strong>the</strong> British out <strong>of</strong> <strong>Fort</strong> George. <strong>The</strong> Council's sentiment had been against such a plan, swayed byWadsworth's insistence that <strong>the</strong> British would surely be readying a relief force for <strong>the</strong> besieged garrison, but Lovell, Wadsworth knew, would not give up<strong>the</strong> idea easily. That made tonight's action crucial. A clear victory would help persuade Lovell that his troops could outfight <strong>the</strong> redcoats, and Wadsworth,looking at <strong>the</strong> marines, had no doubt that <strong>the</strong>y could. <strong>The</strong> green-coated men looked grim, lean, and frightening as <strong>the</strong>y waited. With such troops,Wadsworth thought, a man might conquer <strong>the</strong> world.<strong>The</strong> militia were not so threatening. Some looked eager, but most appeared frightened and a few were praying on <strong>the</strong>ir knees, though ColonelMcCobb, his mustache very white against his tanned face, was confident <strong>of</strong> his men. "<strong>The</strong>y'll do just fine," he said to Wadsworth. "How many enemy doyou reckon?""No more than sixty. At least we couldn't see more than sixty.""We'll twist <strong>the</strong>ir tails right and proper," McCobb said happily.Wadsworth clapped his hands to get <strong>the</strong> militiamen's attention again. "When I give <strong>the</strong> word," he called to <strong>the</strong> men crouching at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wood,"we advance in line. We don't run, we walk! When we get close to <strong>the</strong> enemy I'll give <strong>the</strong> order to charge and <strong>the</strong>n we run straight at <strong>the</strong>ir works."Wadsworth reckoned he sounded confident enough, but it felt unnatural and he was assailed by <strong>the</strong> thought that he merely playacted at being a soldier.Elizabeth and his children would be sleeping. He drew his sword. "On your feet!" Let <strong>the</strong> enemy be sleeping too, he thought as he waited for <strong>the</strong> line tostand. "For America!" he called. "And for liberty, forward!"And all along <strong>the</strong> wood's edge men walked into <strong>the</strong> moonlight. Wadsworth glanced left and right and was astonished at how visible <strong>the</strong>y were. <strong>The</strong>silvery light glittered from bayonets and lit <strong>the</strong> white crossbelts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> marines. <strong>The</strong> long line was walking raggedly downhill, through pastureland andscattered trees. <strong>The</strong> enemy was silent. <strong>The</strong> glow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> campfires marked <strong>the</strong> battery. <strong>The</strong> guns <strong>the</strong>re faced <strong>the</strong> harbor entrance, but how soon could <strong>the</strong>British turn <strong>the</strong>m to face <strong>the</strong> approaching patriots? Or were <strong>the</strong> gunners fast asleep? Wadsworth's thoughts skittered, and he knew that was caused bynervousness. His belly felt empty and sour. He gripped his sword as he looked up at <strong>the</strong> fort, which appeared formidable from this lower ground. That iswhat we should be attacking, Wadsworth thought. Lovell should have every man under his command assaulting <strong>the</strong> fort, one screaming attack in <strong>the</strong> darkand <strong>the</strong> whole business would be over. But instead <strong>the</strong>y were attacking <strong>the</strong> battery, and perhaps that would hasten <strong>the</strong> campaign's end. Once <strong>the</strong> batterywas taken <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Americans could mount <strong>the</strong>ir own guns on <strong>the</strong> harbor's nor<strong>the</strong>rn shore and hammer <strong>the</strong> ships, and once <strong>the</strong> ships were gone <strong>the</strong>nLovell would have no excuse not to attack <strong>the</strong> fort.Wadsworth leaped a small ditch. He could hear <strong>the</strong> waves breaking on <strong>the</strong> shingle to his right. <strong>The</strong> long line <strong>of</strong> attackers was very ragged now, and heremembered <strong>the</strong> children on <strong>the</strong> common at home and how he had tried to rehearse maneuvering <strong>the</strong>m from column to line. Maybe he should haveadvanced in column? <strong>The</strong> gun emplacement was only two hundred yards away now, so it was too late to try and change <strong>the</strong> formation. James Fletcher
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