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"Then pray the enemy delays," McLean said fervently, then looked to James Fletcher. "Mister Fletcher, you would land us back on the beach?"

"That I will, General," James said cheerfully.

"And pray for us, Mister Fletcher."

"Not sure the good Lord listens to me, sir."

"James!" Bethany reproved her brother.

James grinned. "You need prayers to protect yourself here, General?"

McLean paused for a moment, then shrugged. "It depends, Mister Fletcher, on the enemy's strength, but I would wish for twice as many men and twice our number of s.h.i.+ps to feel secure."

"Maybe they won't come, sir," Fletcher said. "Those folks in Boston never took much note of what happens here." Wisps of fog were drifting with the wind as the Felicity Felicity ran past the three sloops of war that guarded the harbor entrance. James Fletcher noted how the three s.h.i.+ps were anch.o.r.ed fore and aft so that they could not swing with the tide or wind, thus allowing each sloop to keep its broadside pointed at the harbor entrance. The s.h.i.+p nearest the beach, the ran past the three sloops of war that guarded the harbor entrance. James Fletcher noted how the three s.h.i.+ps were anch.o.r.ed fore and aft so that they could not swing with the tide or wind, thus allowing each sloop to keep its broadside pointed at the harbor entrance. The s.h.i.+p nearest the beach, the North North, had two intermittent jets of water pulsing from its portside, and James could hear the clank of the elmwood pumps as men thrust at the long handles. Those pumps rarely stopped, suggesting the North North was an ill-found s.h.i.+p, though her guns were doubtless efficient enough to help protect the harbor mouth and, to protect that entrance even further, red-coated Royal Marines were hacking at the thin soil and rocks of Cross Island which edged the southern side of the channel. Fletcher reckoned the marines were making a battery there. Behind the three sloops, and making a second line across the harbor, were three of the transport s.h.i.+ps that had carried the redcoats to Majabigwaduce. Those transports were not armed, but their size alone made them a formidable obstacle to any s.h.i.+p that might attempt to pa.s.s the smaller sloops. was an ill-found s.h.i.+p, though her guns were doubtless efficient enough to help protect the harbor mouth and, to protect that entrance even further, red-coated Royal Marines were hacking at the thin soil and rocks of Cross Island which edged the southern side of the channel. Fletcher reckoned the marines were making a battery there. Behind the three sloops, and making a second line across the harbor, were three of the transport s.h.i.+ps that had carried the redcoats to Majabigwaduce. Those transports were not armed, but their size alone made them a formidable obstacle to any s.h.i.+p that might attempt to pa.s.s the smaller sloops.

McLean handed Fletcher an oilcloth-wrapped parcel of tobacco and one of the Spanish silver dollars that were common currency, as payment for the use of his boat. "Come, Mister Moore," he called sharply as the paymaster offered Bethany an arm to help her over the uneven beach. "We have work to do!"

James Fletcher also had work to do. It was still high summer, but the log pile had to be made for the winter and, that evening, he split wood outside their house. He worked deep into the twilight, slas.h.i.+ng the ax down hard to splinter logs into usable firewood.

"You're thinking, James." Bethany had come from the house and was watching him. She wore an ap.r.o.n over her gray dress.

"Is that bad?"

"You always work too hard when you're thinking," she said. She sat on a bench fronting the house. "Mother's sleeping."

"Good," James said. He left the ax embedded in a stump and sat beside his sister on the bench that overlooked the harbor. The sky was purple and black, the water glinted with little ripples of fading silver about the anch.o.r.ed boats; glimmers of lamplight reflected on the small waves. A bugle sounded from the ridge where two tented encampments housed the redcoats. A picquet of six men guarded the guns and ammunition that had been parked on the beach above the tideline. "That young officer liked you, Beth," James said. Bethany just smiled, but said nothing. "They're nice enough fellows," James said.

"I like the general," Bethany said.

"A decent man, he seems," James said.

"I wonder what happened to his arm?"

"Soldiers, Beth. Soldiers get wounded."

"And killed."

"Yes."

They sat in companionable silence for a while as the darkness closed slow on the river and on the harbor and on the bluff. "So will you sign the oath?" Bethany asked after a while.

"Not sure I have much choice," James said bleakly.

"But will you?"

James picked a shred of tobacco from between his teeth. "Father would have wanted me to sign."

"I'm not sure Father thought about it much," Bethany said. "We never had government here, neither royal nor rebel."

"He loved the king." James said. "He hated the French and loved the king." He sighed. "We have to make a living, Beth. If I don't take the oath then they'll take the Felicity Felicity away from us, and than what do we do? I can't have that." A dog howled somewhere in the village and James waited till the sound died away. "I like McLean well enough," he said, "but . . ." He let the thought fade away into the darkness. away from us, and than what do we do? I can't have that." A dog howled somewhere in the village and James waited till the sound died away. "I like McLean well enough," he said, "but . . ." He let the thought fade away into the darkness.

"But?" Bethany asked. her brother shrugged and made no answer. Beth slapped at a mosquito. "'Choose you this day whom you will serve,'" she quoted, "'whether the G.o.ds which your father served that were on the other side of the flood, or . . .'" She left the Bible verse unfinished.

"There's too much bitterness," James said.

"You thought it would pa.s.s us by?"

"I hoped it would. What does anyone want with Bagaduce anyway?"

Bethany smiled. "The Dutch were here, the French made a fort here, it seems the whole world wants us."

"But it's our home, Beth. We made this place, it's ours." James paused. He was not sure he could articulate what was in his mind. "You know Colonel Buck left?"

Buck was the local commander of the Ma.s.sachusetts Militia and he had fled north up the Pen.o.bscot River when the British arrived. "I heard," Bethany said.

"And John Lymburner and his friends are saying what a coward Buck is, and that's just nonsense! It's all just bitterness, Beth."

"So you'll ignore it?" she asked. "Just sign the oath and pretend it isn't happening?"

James stared down at his hands. "What do you think I should do?"

"You know what I think," Bethany said firmly.

"Just 'cos your fellow was a d.a.m.ned rebel," James said, smiling. He gazed at the s.h.i.+vering reflections cast from the lanterns on board the three sloops. "What I want, Beth, is for them all to leave us alone."

"They won't do that now," she said.

James nodded. "They won't, so I'll write a letter, Beth," he said, "and you can take it over the river to John Brewer. He'll know how to get it to Boston."

Bethany was silent for a while, then frowned. "And the oath? Will you sign it?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we have to," he said. "I don't know, Beth, I honestly don't know."

James wrote the letter on a blank page torn from the back of the family Bible. He wrote simply, saying what he had seen in Majabigwaduce and its harbor. He told how many guns were mounted on the sloops and where the British were making earthworks, how many soldiers he believed had come to the village and how many guns had been s.h.i.+pped to the beach. He used the other side of the paper to make a rough map of the peninsula on which he drew the position of the fort and the place where the three sloops of war were anch.o.r.ed. He marked the battery on Cross Island, then turned the page over and signed the letter with his name, biting his lower lip as he formed the clumsy letters.

"Maybe you shouldn't put your name to it," Bethany said.

James sealed the folded paper with candle-wax. "The soldiers probably won't trouble you, Beth, which is why you should carry the letter, but if they do, and if they find the letter, then I don't want you blamed. Say you didn't know what was in it and let me be punished."

"So you're a rebel now?"

James hesitated, then nodded. "Yes," he said, "I suppose I am."

"Good," Bethany said.

The sound of a flute came from a house higher up the hill. The lights still s.h.i.+mmered on the harbor water and dark night came to Majabigwaduce.

Excerpts of a letter from the Selectmen of Newburyport, Ma.s.sachusetts, to the General Court of Ma.s.sachusetts, July 12th, 1779: Last Friday one James Collins an Inhabitant of Pen.o.bscot on his way home from Boston went through this Town ... upon Examination (we) find that he has been an Enemy to the united States of America ... and that immediately after the British Fleet arrived at Pen.o.bscot this Collins ... took Pa.s.sage from Kennebeck to Boston ... where he arrived last Tuesday, and as we apprehend got all the Intelligence he Possibly cou'd Relative to the movements of our Fleet and Army ... (we) are suspicious of his being a Spy and have accordingly Secured him in the Gaol in this Town.

Order addressed to the Ma.s.sachusetts Board of War, July 3rd, 1779: Ordered that the Board of War be and hereby are directed to procure three hundred and fifty Barrels of Flour, One hundred and sixteen Barrels of Pork, One hundred and Sixty five Barrels of Beef, Eleven Teirces of Rice, Three hundred and Fifty bushels of Pease, five hundred and fifty two Gallons of Mola.s.ses, Two Thousand, One hundred and Seventy Six pound of Soap and Seven hundred and Sixty Eight pound of Candles being a deficient Quant.i.ty ... on board the Transports for the intended Expedition to Pen.o.bscot.

Chapter Three

On Sunday, 18th July 1779, Peleg Wadsworth wors.h.i.+pped at Christ Church on Salem Street where the rector was the Reverend Stephen Lewis who, until two years before, had been a British army chaplain. The rector had been captured with the rest of the defeated British army at Saratoga, yet in captivity he had changed his allegiance and sworn an oath of loyalty to the United States of America which meant his congregation this summer Sunday was swollen by townsfolk curious about how he would preach when his adopted country was about to launch an expedition against his former comrades. The Reverend Lewis chose his text from the Book of Daniel. He related the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, the three men who had been hurled into King Nebuchadnezzar's furnace and who, by G.o.d's saving grace, had survived the flames. For an hour or more Wadsworth wondered how the scripture was relevant to the military preparations that obsessed Boston, and even whether some ancient lingering loyalty was making the rector ambivalent, but then the Reverend Lewis moved to his final peroration. He told how all the king's men had a.s.sembled to watch the execution and instead they saw that "the fire had no power." "The king's men," the rector repeated fiercely, "saw that 'the fire had no power!' There is G.o.d's promise, in the twenty-seventh verse of the third chapter of Daniel! The fire set by the king's men had no power!" The Reverend Lewis stared directly at Wadsworth as he repeated the last two words, "no power!," and Wadsworth thought of the redcoats waiting at Majabigwaduce and prayed that their fire would indeed have no power. He thought of the s.h.i.+ps lying at anchor in Boston's harbor, he thought of the militia who were a.s.sembling at Townsend where the s.h.i.+ps would rendezvous with the troops, and he prayed again that the enemy's fire would prove impotent.

After the service Wadsworth shook a mult.i.tude of hands and received the good wishes of many in the congregation, but he did not leave the church. Instead he waited beneath the organ loft until he was alone, then he went back up the aisle, opened a box pew at random, and knelt on a ha.s.sock newly embroidered with the flag of the United States. Around the flag were st.i.tched the words "G.o.d Watcheth Over Us" and Wadsworth prayed that was true, and prayed that G.o.d would watch over his family whom he named one by one: Elizabeth, his dear wife, then Alexander, Charles, and Zilpha. He prayed that the campaign against the British in Majabigwaduce would be brief and successful. Brief because Elizabeth's next child was due within five or six weeks and he was afraid for her and wanted to be with her when the baby was born. He prayed for the men whom he would lead into battle. He mouthed the prayer, the words a half-formed murmur, but each one distinct and fervent in his spirit. The cause is just, he told G.o.d, and men must die for it, and he begged G.o.d to receive those men into their new heavenly home, and he prayed for the widows who must be made and the orphans who would be left. "And if it please you, G.o.d," he said in a slightly louder voice, "let not Elizabeth be widowed, and permit my children to grow with a father in their house." He wondered how many other such prayers were being offered this Sunday morning.

"General Wadsworth, sir?" a tentative voice spoke behind him.

Wadsworth turned to see a tall, slim young man in a dark green uniform coat crossed by a white belt. The young man looked anxious, worried perhaps that he had disturbed Wadsworth's devotions. He had dark hair that was bound into a short, thick pigtail. For a moment Wadsworth supposed the man had been sent to him with orders, then the memory of a much younger boy flooded his mind and the memory allowed him to recognize the man. "William Dennis!" Wadsworth said with real pleasure. He did some quick addition in his head and realized Dennis must now be nineteen years old. "It was eight years ago we last met!"

"I hoped you'd recollect me, sir," Dennis said, pleased.

"Of course I remember you!" Wadsworth reached across the box pew to shake the young man's hand, "and remember you well!"

"I heard you were here, sir," Dennis said, "so took the liberty of seeking you out."

"I'm glad!"

"And you're a general now, sir."

"A leap from school-mastering, is it not?" Wadsworth said wryly, "and you?"

"A lieutenant in the Continental Marines, sir."

"I congratulate you."

"And bound for Pen.o.bscot, sir, as are you."

"You're on the Warren Warren?"

"I am, sir, but posted to the Vengeance Vengeance." The Vengeance Vengeance was one of the privateers, a twenty-gun s.h.i.+p. was one of the privateers, a twenty-gun s.h.i.+p.

"Then we shall share a victory," Wadsworth said. He opened the pew door and gestured towards the street. "Will you walk with me to the harbor?"

"Of course, sir."

"You attended service, I hope?"

"The Reverend Frobisher preached at West Church," Dennis said, "and I wanted to hear him."

"You don't sound impressed," Wadsworth said, amused.

"He chose a text from the Sermon on the Mount," Dennis said, "'he maketh His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.'"

"Ah!" Wadsworth said with a grimace. "Was he saying that G.o.d is not on our side? If so, it sounds dispiriting."

"He was a.s.suring us, sir, that the revealed truths of our faith cannot depend on the outcome of a battle, a campaign, or even a war. He said we cannot know G.o.d's will, sir, except for that part which illuminates our conscience."

"I suppose that's true," Wadsworth allowed.

"And he said war is the devil's business, sir."

"That's certainly true," Wadsworth said as they left the church, "but hardly an apt sermon for a town about to send its men to war?" He closed the church door and saw that the wind-driven drizzle that had blown him uphill from the harbor had lifted and the sky was clearing itself of high, scudding clouds. He walked with Dennis towards the water, wondering when the fleet would leave. Commodore Saltonstall had given the order to set sail on the previous Thursday, but had postponed the departure because the wind had risen to a gale strong enough to part s.h.i.+ps' cables. But the great fleet must sail soon. It would go eastwards, towards the enemy, towards the devil's business.

He glanced at Dennis. He had grown into a handsome young man. His dark green coat was faced with white and his white breeches piped with green. He wore a straight sword in a leather scabbard trimmed with silver oak leaves. "I have never understood," Wadsworth said, "why the marines wear green. Wouldn't blue be more, well, marine?"

"I'm told that the only cloth that was available in Philadelphia, sir, was green."

"Ah! That thought never occurred to me. How are your parents?"

"Very well, sir, thank you," Dennis said enthusiastically. "They'll be pleased to know I met you."

"Send them my respects," Wadsworth said. He had taught William Dennis to read and to write, he had taught him grammar in both Latin and English, but then the family had moved to Connecticut and Wadsworth had lost touch. He remembered Dennis well, though. He had been a bright boy, alert and mischievous, but never malevolent. "I beat you once, didn't I?" he asked.

"Twice, sir," Dennis said with a grin, "and I deserved both punishments."

"That was never a duty I enjoyed," Wadsworth said.

"But necessary?"

"Oh, indeed."

"Their conversation was constantly interrupted by men who wished to shake their hands and wish them success against the British. Give them h.e.l.l, General," one man said, a sentiment echoed by everyone who accosted the pair. Wadsworth smiled, shook offered hands and finally escaped the well-wishers by entering the Bunch of Grapes, a tavern close to Long Wharf. "I think G.o.d will forgive us for crossing a tavern threshold on the Sabbath day," he said.

"It's more like the army's headquarters these days," Dennis said, amused. The tavern was crowded with men in uniforms, many of whom were gathered by a wall where notices had been tacked, so many notices that they overlapped each other. Some offered bounties to men willing to serve on privateers, others had been put there by Solomon Lovell's staff.

"We're to sleep aboard the s.h.i.+ps tonight!" a man shouted, then saw Wadsworth. "Is that because we're sailing tomorrow, General?"

"I hope so," Wadsworth said, "but make sure you're all aboard by nightfall."

"Can I bring her?" the man asked. He had his arm round one of the tavern's wh.o.r.es, a pretty young red-haired girl who already looked drunk.

Wadsworth ignored the question, instead leading Dennis to an empty table at the back of the room, which was alive with conversation, hope, and optimism. A burly man in a salt-stained sailor's coat stood and thumped a table with his fist. He raised a tankard when the room had fallen silent. "Here's to victory at Bagaduce!" he shouted. "Death to the Tories, and to the day when we carry fat George's head through Boston on the point of a bayonet!"

"Much is expected of us," Wadsworth said when the cheers had ended.

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