The Fort: A Novel of the Revolutionary War Part 30
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Beth bit her lower lip, then turned defiantly back to the red-coated lieutenant. "I wanted James to join the rebels," she said, "I encouraged him! I carried news of your guns and men to Captain Brewer! I betrayed you! Do you think the general would offer me a gift if he knew I'd done all that? Do you?"
"Yes," Moore said.
That answer startled her. She seemed to crumple and crossed to the log pile where she sat and absentmindedly stroked the cat. "I didn't know what to think when you all came here," she said. "It was exciting at first." She paused, thinking. "It was new and different, but then there were just too many uniforms here. This is our home, not yours. You took our home away from us." She looked at him for the first time since she had sat down. "You took our home away from us," she said again.
"I'm sorry," Moore said, not knowing what else to say.
She nodded.
"Take the gift," Moore said, "please."
"Why?"
"Because the general is a decent man, Miss Fletcher. Because he offers it as a token of friends.h.i.+p. Because he wants you to know that you can depend on his protection whatever your opinion. Because I don't want to carry the basket back to the fort." Beth smiled at that last reason and Moore stood, waiting. He could have added that the gift had been given because McLean was as vulnerable as any other man to a fair-haired girl with an enchanting smile, but instead he just shrugged. "Because," he finished.
"Because?"
"Please accept it," Moore said.
Beth nodded again, then wiped her eyes with a corner of the ap.r.o.n. "Thank the general from me."
"I will."
She stood and crossed to the door where she turned. "Goodbye, Lieutenant," she said, then picked up the basket and was gone inside.
"Goodbye, Miss Fletcher," Moore said to the closed door.
He walked slowly back to the fort and felt defeated.
The three s.h.i.+ps dipped to the wind, they swooped on the long waves, the seas broke white at their cut.w.a.ters, their sails were taut and the wind was brisk at their sterns. Away to port was Cape Anne where the breakers fretted at the rocks. "We must stay insh.o.r.e," Captain Abraham Burroughs told Colonel Henry Jackson.
"Why?"
"Because the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are out there somewhere," the captain said, nodding to starboard where the fog bank had retreated southeastwards to lie like a long dun cloud over the endless ocean. "We run into a British frigate, Colonel, and you can say goodbye to your regiment. If I see a frigate out there I run for port." He waved a hand at the other two s.h.i.+ps. "We ain't men-of-war, we're three transports."
But the three transport s.h.i.+ps carried Henry Jackson's regiment, as fine a regiment as any in the world, and it was on its way to Majabigwaduce.
And in the distant fog, out to sea, in a place where there were no marks, a fis.h.i.+ng boat from Cape Cod watched other s.h.i.+ps loom from the whiteness. The fishermen feared the big vessels would capture them, or at least steal their catch, but not one of the British s.h.i.+ps bothered with the small gaff-rigged fis.h.i.+ng boat. One by one the great s.h.i.+ps slid past, the bright paint on their figureheads and the gilding on their sterns dulled by the fog. They all flew blue ensigns.
The vast Raisonable Raisonable led, followed by five frigates; the led, followed by five frigates; the Virginia Virginia, the Blonde Blonde, the Grayhound Grayhound, the Galatea, Galatea, and the and the Camille Camille. The last of the relief fleet, the diminutive Otter Otter, had lost touch and was somewhere to the south and east, but her absence scarcely diminished the raw power of Sir George Collier's wars.h.i.+ps. The fishermen watched in silence as the blunt-bowed battles.h.i.+p and her five frigates ghosted past. They could smell the stench of the fleet and the stink of hundreds of men crammed into the cannon-freighted hulls. One hundred and ninety-six cannon, some of them s.h.i.+p-slaughtering thirty-two-pounders, were on their way to Majabigwaduce.
"Sons of G.o.dd.a.m.ned b.a.s.t.a.r.d b.i.t.c.hes," the fis.h.i.+ng boat's captain spat when the Camille Camille's gilded stern gallery had been swallowed by the fog.
And the ocean was empty again.
The rebels had been in Pen.o.bscot Bay for nineteen days, and in possession of the high ground for sixteen of those days. There had been more than twenty councils of war, some just for the naval captains, some for the senior army officers, and a few for both. Votes had been taken, motions had been pa.s.sed, and still the enemy was neither captivated nor killed.
The resurrection and return of the commodore had dampened Lovell's spirits. Of late he and Saltonstall had only communicated by letter, but Lovell thought it inc.u.mbent on him to visit the Warren Warren and congratulate Saltonstall on his survival, though the commodore, whose long face was blotched red with mosquito bites, did not appear grateful for the general's concern. "It is a providence of G.o.d that you were spared capture or worse," Lovell said awkwardly. and congratulate Saltonstall on his survival, though the commodore, whose long face was blotched red with mosquito bites, did not appear grateful for the general's concern. "It is a providence of G.o.d that you were spared capture or worse," Lovell said awkwardly.
Saltonstall grunted.
Lovell nervously broached the subject of entering the harbor. "Captain Hacker was hopeful'" he began.
"I am aware of Hacker's sentiments," Saltonstall interrupted.
"He thought the maneuver feasible," Lovell said.
"He may think what he d.a.m.n well likes," Saltonstall saidhotly, "but I'm not taking my s.h.i.+ps into that d.a.m.ned hole."
"And unless the s.h.i.+ps are taken," Lovell forged on anyway, "I do not think the fort can be attacked with any hope of success."
"You may depend upon one thing, General," Saltonstall said, "which is that my s.h.i.+ps cannot be risked in the harbor while the fort remains in enemy hands."
The two men stared at each other. The guns were at work again, though the rebel rate of fire was much slower now because of the shortage of ammunition. There was powder smoke at Cross Island, and on the heights of Majabigwaduce and across the inlet north of the peninsula. Even more smoke rose from the low ground close to the Half Moon Battery. Lovell, angered that Banks's house and barn had provided cover for the Scottish troops that had driven his men away so ignominiously, had ordered that the buildings should be burned as a punishment. "And the Dutchman's house too," he had insisted, and so forty men had gone downhill at first light and set fire to the houses and barns. They had not lingered on the low ground, fearing a counterattack by McLean's men, but had just set the fires and retreated again.
"I shall present the circ.u.mstances to my officers," Lovell now said stiffly, "and we shall discuss the feasibility of an attack on the fort. You may depend upon it that I shall convey their decision to you promptly."
Saltonstall nodded. "My compliments, General."
That afternoon Lovell went to the Hazard Hazard, one of the s.h.i.+ps belonging to the Ma.s.sachusetts Navy and from where he summoned his brigade majors, the commanders of the militia, Colonel Revere, and General Wadsworth. The council of war would be held in the comfort of the brig's stern cabin where gawking soldiers could not linger nearby to overhear the discussions. Captain John Williams, the Hazard Hazard's commanding officer, had been invited to attend as a courtesy and Lovell asked him to explain the navy's reluctance to enter the harbor. "Not everyone's reluctant," Williams said, thinking of his own first lieutenant, George Little, who was ready to mutiny if that meant he could sail the diminutive brig into Majabigwaduce's harbor and take on the British. "But the commodore is being prudent."
"In what way?" Wadsworth asked.
"You can get a s.h.i.+p in easy enough," Williams said, "but it would be a devilish business to get her out again."
"The object," Wadsworth pointed out quietly, "is to stay in the harbor. To occupy it."
"Which means you have to destroy those guns in the fort," Williams said, "and there's another thing. The fleet is running short of men."
"We impressed men in Boston!" Lovell complained.
"And they're deserting, sir," Williams said. "And the privateer captains? They're not happy. Every day they spend here is a day they can't capture prizes at sea. They're talking of leaving."
"Why did we bring all these s.h.i.+ps?" Wadsworth asked. He had put the question to Williams, who just shrugged. "We brought a fleet of wars.h.i.+ps and we don't use them?" Wadsworth asked more heatedly.
"You must put that question to the commodore," Williams said evenly. There was silence, broken only by the endless clanking of the Hazard Hazard's pump. The damage the brig had taken when Lieutenant Little had sailed her so close to Mowat's sloops was still not properly repaired. The brig would need to be hauled ash.o.r.e for those timbers to be replaced, caulked, and made tight, but the pump was keeping her afloat easily enough.
"So we must capture the fort," Peleg Wadsworth said, breaking the gloomy silence, and then overrode the chorus of voices which complained that such a feat was impossible. "We must take men to the rear of the fort," he explained, "and a.s.sault from the south and east. The walls there are unfinished and the eastern rampart, so far as I can see, has no cannon."
"Your men won't attack," Revere said scornfully. For a week now, in every council of war, Lieutenant-Colonel Revere had urged abandonment of the siege, and now he pressed the point. "The men won't face the enemy! We saw that yesterday. Three quarters of the small-arms cartridges have gone and half the men are hiding in the woods!"
"So you'd run away?" Wadsworth asked.
"No one accuses me of running away!"
"Then, d.a.m.n it, stay and fight!" Wadsworth's anger at last exploded and his use of a swear word alone was sufficient to silence the whole cabin. "G.o.dd.a.m.n it!" he shouted the words and hammered Captain Williams's table so hard that a pewter candlestick fell over. Men stared at him in astonishment, and Wadsworth surprised even himself by his sudden vehemence and coa.r.s.e language. He tried to calm his temper, but it was still running high. "Why are we here?" he demanded. "Not to build batteries or shoot at s.h.i.+ps! We're here to capture their fort!"
"But'" Lovell began.
"We demand marines of the commodore," Wadsworth overrode his commanding officer, "and we a.s.semble every man, and we attack! We attack!" He looked around the cabin, seeing the scepticism on too many faces. Those who favored abandonment of the expedition, led by Colonel Revere, were fervent in their view, while those still willing to prosecute the siege were at best lukewarm. "The commodore," Wadsworth went on, "is unwilling to enter the harbor while the guns are there to hara.s.s his s.h.i.+pping. So we a.s.sure him that we will silence the guns. We will take men to the rear of the enemy's work and we shall attack! And the commodore will support us."
"The commodore'" Lovell began Wadsworth again interrupted him. "We have never offered the commodore our wholehearted support," he said emphatically. "We've asked him to destroy the s.h.i.+ps before we attack and he has asked us to destroy the fort before the attacks. Then why not make a compromise? We both attack. If he knows our land force is making an a.s.sault then he will have no choice but to support us!"
"Perhaps the regular troops will arrive," McCobb put in.
"The Diligent Diligent has sent no word," Lovell said. The has sent no word," Lovell said. The Diligent Diligent, the fast Continental Navy brig captured from the British, had been posted at the mouth of the Pen.o.bscot River to serve as a guard boat that could give warning of the approach of any s.h.i.+pping, but her captain, Philip Brown, had sent no messages which suggested to Lovell that any reinforcements, for either side, were at least a day away.
"We can't wait to see if Boston sends us troops," Wadsworth insisted, "and besides, British reinforcements are just as likely! We were sent here to perform a task, so for G.o.d's sake, let us do it! And do it now before the enemy is strengthened."
"I doubt we can do it now," Lovell said, "tomorrow, maybe?"
"Then tomorrow!" Wadsworth said, exasperated. "But let us do it! Let us do what we came here to do, to do what our country expects of us! Let us do it!"
There was silence, broken by Lovell who looked brightly about the cabin. "We certainly have something to discuss," he said.
"And let us not discuss it," Wadsworth said harshly, "but make a decision."
Lovell looked startled at his deputy's forcefulness. For a moment it seemed as if he would try to wrest back the command of the cabin, but Wadsworth's face was grim and Lovell acceded to the demand. "Very well," he said stiffly, "we shall make a decision. Would all those in favor of General Wadsworth's proposal please so indicate now?" Wadsworth's hand shot up. Lovell hesitated, then raised his own hand. Other men followed Lovell's lead, even those who usually supported an end to the siege. All but one.
"And those opposed?" Lovell asked. Lieutenant-Colonel Revere raised his hand.
"I declare the motion carried," Lovell said, "and we shall beg the commodore to support us in an attack tomorrow."
The next day would be Friday, August the thirteenth.
Friday the thirteenth dawned fair. The wind was light and there was no fog, which meant the rebel battery on Cross Island opened fire at first light, as did the more distant eighteen-pounder on the northern sh.o.r.e beyond the peninsula. The b.a.l.l.s slammed hard into the hulls of the British sloops.
Captain Mowat was resigned to the bombardment. He had moved his s.h.i.+ps twice, but there was no other anchorage to which he could retreat now, not unless he moved the sloops far away from the fort. The pumps on all three sloops worked continually, manned by sailors who chanted shanties as they drove the great handles up and down. The Albany Albany's carpenter was patching the hull as well as he was able, but the big eighteen-pounder shots tore up the oak planking with savage force. "I'll keep her afloat, sir," the carpenter promised Mowat at dawn. He had plugged three horrible gashes at the sloop's waterline, but a proper repair would have to wait till the sloop could be beached or docked.
"Luckily they're still shooting high," Mowat said.
"Pray G.o.d they go on doing that, sir."
"I hope you are b.l.o.o.d.y praying!" Mowat said.
"Day and night, sir, night and day." The carpenter was a Methodist and kept a well-thumbed copy of the Bible in his carpenter's ap.r.o.n. He frowned as a rebel ball struck the taffrail and showered splinters across the afterdeck. "I'll mend the topsides when we've done the lower strakes, sir."
"Topsides can wait," Mowat said. He did not care how ragged his s.h.i.+p looked so long as she floated and could carry her guns. Those guns were silent for now. Mowat reckoned his nine-pounders could do little damage to the battery on Cross Island and none of his guns was powerful enough to reach the new battery to the north, and so he did not waste powder and shot on the rebels. One of Captain Fielding's twelve-pounders, up at the fort, slammed shots into Cross Island, a fire that merely served to keep the rebels hidden deep among the trees. A crackle of muskets sounded ash.o.r.e. In the last few days that noise had been constant as McLean's men infiltrated the trees by the neck or else hunted through the fields and barns of the settlement in search of rebel patrols. They were doing it without orders and McLean, though he approved the sentiments behind such rebel hunting, had commanded that it be stopped. Mowat guessed that the flurry of shots came from Captain Caffrae's Light Company, which had kept up its hara.s.sment of the enemy lines.
"Deck ahoy!" a lookout called from the foremast. "Swimmer!"
"Do we have a man overboard?" Mowat demanded of the officer of the watch.
"No, sir."
Mowat went forrard to see that a man was indeed swimming towards the Albany Albany from the direction of the harbor mouth. He looked exhausted. He swam a few strokes, then trod water before feebly trying to swim again, and Mowat shouted at the bosun to heave the man a line. It took a moment for the man to find the line, then he was hauled to the sloop's side and dragged up on deck. He was a seaman with a long pigtail hanging down his bare back and pictures of whales and anchors tattooed onto his chest and forearms. He stood dripping and then, exhausted and s.h.i.+vering, sat on one of the nine-pounder trucks. "What's your name, sailor?" Mowat asked. from the direction of the harbor mouth. He looked exhausted. He swam a few strokes, then trod water before feebly trying to swim again, and Mowat shouted at the bosun to heave the man a line. It took a moment for the man to find the line, then he was hauled to the sloop's side and dragged up on deck. He was a seaman with a long pigtail hanging down his bare back and pictures of whales and anchors tattooed onto his chest and forearms. He stood dripping and then, exhausted and s.h.i.+vering, sat on one of the nine-pounder trucks. "What's your name, sailor?" Mowat asked.
"Freeman, sir, Malachi Freeman."
"Fetch him a blanket," Mowat ordered, "and some tea. Put a tot of rum in the tea. Where are you from, Freeman?"
"Nantucket, sir."
"A fine place," Mowat said. "So what brought you here?"
"I was pressed, sir. Pressed in Boston."
"Onto what vessel?"
"The Warren Warren, sir."
Freeman was a young man, scarce twenty years old Mowat judged, and he had swum from the Warren Warren in the night's dark. He had reached the beach beneath Dyce's Head where he had s.h.i.+vered and waited for the guard boats to retreat in the dawn. Then he had swum for the sloops. in the night's dark. He had reached the beach beneath Dyce's Head where he had s.h.i.+vered and waited for the guard boats to retreat in the dawn. Then he had swum for the sloops.
"What are you, Freeman?" Mowat asked. He saw how Freeman's hands were stained black from continually climbing tarred rigging. "A topman?"
"Aye aye, sir, four years now."
"His Majesty always appreciates a good topman," Mowat said, "and are you willing to serve His Majesty?"
"Aye aye, sir."
"We'll swear you in." Mowat said, then waited as a blanket was draped about the deserter's shoulders and a can of hot rum-laced tea thrust into his hands. "Drink that first."
"They're coming for you, sir," Freeman said, his teeth chattering.
"Coming for me?"
"The commodore is, sir. He's coming today, sir. They told us last night. And he's making bulwarks on the Warren Warren's bow, sir."
"Bulwarks?"
"They're strengtherning the bows, sir, and putting three layers of logs across the fo'c'sle, sir, to protect the marines."
Mowat looked at the s.h.i.+vering man. He played with the idea that the rebels had sent Freeman with deliberately misleading information, but that made little sense. If Saltonstall wished to mislead Mowat he would surely pretend he was withdrawing, not attacking. So the rebels were coming at last? Mowat gazed westwards to where he could just see the anch.o.r.ed wars.h.i.+ps beyond Dyce's Head. "How many s.h.i.+ps will come?" he asked.
"Don't know, sir."
"I don't suppose you do," Mowat said. He walked to the main shrouds and propped a gla.s.s on one of the ratlines. Sure enough he could see men working on the bows of the Warren Warren. They appeared to be roving new lines to the bowsprit, while others were hauling logs up from a longboat. So, at long last, they were coming? "It won't be till the afternoon flood," he said to his first lieutenant.
"That gives us most of the day to get ready, sir."
"Aye, it does." Mowt collapsed the gla.s.s and looked up at the sky. "The gla.s.s?" he asked.
"Still falling, sir."
"So there's dirty weather coming as well, then," Mowat said. The sky was pellucid now, but he reckoned there would be clouds, fog, and rain before nightfall by when, he knew, he would either be dead or captured. He was under no illusions. His small flotilla could do grievous damage to the American s.h.i.+ps, but he could not defeat them. Once the Warren Warren turned her broadside onto the sloops she could pound them with guns that were twice as heavy as the British cannon, and defeat was inevitable. The turned her broadside onto the sloops she could pound them with guns that were twice as heavy as the British cannon, and defeat was inevitable. The Warren Warren would be hurt, but the would be hurt, but the Albany Albany would die. That was unavoidable, so the most Mowat could hope for was to hurt the would die. That was unavoidable, so the most Mowat could hope for was to hurt the Warren Warren badly, then get his men safe on land where they could help McLean defend the fort. "All marines are to be brought back aboard," he told his first lieutenant, "and all guns double-shotted. Sand the decks. Tell the surgeon to sharpen his d.a.m.n knives. We'll go down snarling, but by G.o.d, they'll know they've been fighting against the Royal Navy." badly, then get his men safe on land where they could help McLean defend the fort. "All marines are to be brought back aboard," he told his first lieutenant, "and all guns double-shotted. Sand the decks. Tell the surgeon to sharpen his d.a.m.n knives. We'll go down snarling, but by G.o.d, they'll know they've been fighting against the Royal Navy."
Then he sent a message to McLean.
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