My Lady of Doubt Part 27
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He drew up his horse with a jerk.
"That you, Lawrence? Can't tell anybody in this s.h.i.+rt-sleeved brigade.
What's become of your horse?"
"Gave out yesterday, sir. Have been on foot ever since. Is it going to be a fight?"
The grip of his hand tightened on the saddle pommel, his eyes following the irregular line of exhausted men.
"Yes, when Was.h.i.+ngton gets up; you need never doubt that. We'd be at it now, but for Charles Lee. I'd like well to know what has come over that man of late--the old spirit seems to have left him. Aye! it's d.i.c.kinson and Morgan out yonder, wasting good powder and ball on a handful of Dragoons. Wayne has been ordered forward, and then back, until he is too mad to swear, and I am but little better. By the Eternal! you should have heard Lafayette, when he begged permission to send us in. 'Sir,' said Lee, 'you do not know British soldiers; we cannot stand against them; we shall certainly be driven back at first, and must be cautious.' Returned the Frenchman: 'It may be so, General; but British soldiers have been beaten, and may be again; at any rate I am disposed to make the trial.'"
"'T is not like General Lee," I broke in. "He has ever been a reckless fighter. Has the man lost his wits?"
Maxwell leaned over, so his words should not carry beyond my ear.
"'T is envy of Was.h.i.+ngton, to my mind," he said soberly. "He has opposed every plan in council, imagining, no doubt, a failure of campaign may make him the commander-in-chief. There comes a courier now."
The fellow was so streaked with dust as to be scarcely recognizable, and he wiped the perspiration from his eyes to stare into our faces.
"General Maxwell?"
"Yes; what is it?"
"Compliments of General Lee, sir, and you will retire your troops toward the Freehold Meeting House, forming connection there with General Scott."
"Retreat! Good G.o.d, man! we haven't fired a shot."
"Those were the orders, sir. Is that Scott, over yonder?"
Maxwell nodded, too angered for words. Then, as the courier galloped away, turned in his saddle.
"By Heaven! I suppose we must do it, Lawrence. But what folly! What asininity! We've got the Red-coats hemmed in, and did you ever see a better field? Pray G.o.d, I may hear Was.h.i.+ngton when he comes up. I'd rather be dead then, than Charles Lee."
We gave the orders, and the men fell back sullenly, swearing fiercely as they caught the rebellious spirit of their officers. Never have I suffered more than from the heat that poured down on us from that blazing sun; the gun barrels burned to the touch, and the tortures of thirst became terrible. In places we sank ankle deep in the hot sand, and beyond this came upon a broad mora.s.s almost impossible of pa.s.sage. Men fell exhausted, and were dragged out by their comrades. Scarcely able to breathe in the hot, stagnant air, caked with foul mud to the waist, we attained the higher ground, and dropped helpless. Even from here the enemy were invisible, although we could see the smoke of their guns, and hear distant crackle of musketry. I sat up, staring through the heat waves toward the eminence on the left where Wayne's men remained, showing dimly against the trees. A group of hors.e.m.e.n were riding down the slope, heading toward our line. As they came into the sandy plain below, and skirted the mora.s.s, I recognized Lee in advance, mounted on a black horse flecked with foam. Twice he paused, gazing across the hills through levelled field-gla.s.ses, and then rode up the steep ascent to our rear.
Maxwell met him not twenty feet from where I lay.
"What does this mean, sir?" Lee thundered hoa.r.s.ely. "Why are your men lying strewn about in this unsoldierly manner, General Maxwell? Are you unaware, sir, that we are in the presence of the enemy?"
Maxwell's red face fairly blazed, as he straightened in the saddle, but before his lips could form an answer, a sudden cheer burst out from the crest of the hill, and I saw men leaping to their feet, and waving their hats. The next instant across the summit came Was.h.i.+ngton, a dozen officers clattering behind, his face stern-set and white, as he rode straight toward Lee.
"What is the meaning of this retreat, General Lee? My G.o.d, sir, how do you account for such disorder and confusion?" he exclaimed, his voice ringing above the uproar, his angry eyes blazing into Lee's face. "Answer me."
The other muttered some reply I failed to catch.
"That is not true," returned Was.h.i.+ngton, every word stinging like a whip.
"It was merely a covering party which attacked you. Why did you accept command, sir, unless you intended to fight?"
"I did not deem it prudent, General Was.h.i.+ngton, to bring on a general engagement."
"You were to obey my orders, sir, and you know what they were. See! They are coming now!"
He wheeled his horse about, pointing with one hand across the valley.
"Major Cain, have Oswald bring up his guns at once; Lieutenant McNeill, ride to Ramsey and Stewart; have their troops on the ridge within ten minutes--General Maxwell, these are your men?"
"They are, sir."
"Hold this line at any cost, the reserves will be up presently."
As he drew his horse about he again came face to face with Lee, who sat his saddle sullenly, his gaze on the ground. Was.h.i.+ngton looked at him a moment, evidently not knowing what to say. Then he asked quietly:
"Will you retain command on this height, or not, sir?"
"It is equal to me where I command."
"Then I expect you will take proper means for checking the enemy."
"I shall not be the first to leave the ground; your orders shall be obeyed."
What followed was but a medley of sight and sound. I saw Was.h.i.+ngton ride to the left; heard Lee give a hurried order, or two; then I was at the rear of our own line strengthening it for a.s.sault. There was little enough time left.
Under the smoke of several batteries, whose sh.e.l.ls were ripping open the side of the hill, the British were advancing in double line, the sun gleaming on their bayonets, and revealing the uniforms of different corps.
"Steady men! Steady!" voice after voice caught up the command. "Hold your fire!"
"Wait until they reach that fallen tree!" I added.
Every man of us had a gun, officers, all. Coatless as though we came from the haying field, the perspiration streaming down our faces, we waited.
The rifle barrels glowed brown in the sun, as the keen eyes took careful sight. We were but a handful, a single thin line; if the reserves failed we would be driven back by mere force of numbers, yet before we went that slope should be strewn with dead. Cras.h.i.+ng up from the rear came Oswald with two guns, wheeling into position, the depressed muzzles spouting destruction. Yet those red and blue lines came on; great openings were ploughed through them, but the living ma.s.s closed up. They were at the fallen tree, beyond, when we poured our volleys into their very faces. We saw them waver as that storm of lead struck; the centre seemed to give way, leaving behind a ridge of motionless bodies; then it surged forward again, led by a waving flag, urged on by gesticulating officers.
"The cavalry! The cavalry!"
They were coming around the end of the mora.s.s, charging full tilt upon the right of our line. I saw that end crumble up, and, a moment later, scarcely realizing what had occurred, we were racing backward, firing as we ran, and stumbling over dead bodies.
Maxwell rallied us beyond the causeway, swearing manfully as he drove us into position behind a low stone wall. Again and again they charged us, the artillery fire shattering the wall into fragments. Twice we came to bayonets and clubbed guns, battling hand to hand, and Wayne was forced so far back upon the left, that we were driven into the edge of the wood for protection. But there we held, our front a blaze of fire. It seemed to me the horror of that struggle would never end. Such heat, such thirst, the black powder smoke in our nostrils, the dead under foot, the cries of the wounded, the incessant roar of the guns. Again and again it was hand to hand; I could scarcely tell who faced us, so fierce the _melee_, so suffocating the smoke; I caught glimpses of British Grenadiers, of Hessians, of Queen's Rangers. Once I thought I heard Grant's nasal voice amid the infernal uproar. Stewart and Ramsey came to our support; Oswald got his guns upon an eminence, opening a deadly fire; Livingston's regiment charged, and, with a cheer, we leaped forward also, mad with the battle fever, and flung them back, back down that deadly slope. It was not in flesh and blood to stand; we cut the centre like a wedge, and drove them pell-mell to where Lee had been in the morning. Here they rallied, flanked by thick woods and mora.s.ses. Too exhausted to follow, our men sank breathless to the ground.
It was already sunset, and our work done. The artillery still already, and I could see long lines of troops--Poor's and the Carolina brigade--moving to the right. Night came on, however, without more fighting, and, as soon as we had recovered sufficiently, we devoted ourselves to the care of the wounded.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE ROAD TO PHILADELPHIA
It must have been ten o'clock, and, if I had slept at all, I was scarcely conscious of it. All about me the men lay outstretched upon the ground, still in their s.h.i.+rt-sleeves, as they had fought, their guns beside them.
The night was clear and hot, scarcely a breath of air moving. Here and there against the sky-line pa.s.sed the dark silhouette of a sentinel.
There was no sound of firing, only an occasional footfall to break the silence of the night. The wounded had been taken to the field hospitals at the rear; down in our front lay the bodies of the dead, and among these shone the dim lights of lanterns where the last searching parties were yet busy at their grewsome task. I was weary enough to sleep, every muscle of my body aching with fatigue, but the excitement of the day, the possibility of the morrow, left me restless. I had received no wound, other than a slight thrust with a bayonet, yet felt as though pummelled from head to foot. The victory was ours--the army realized this truth clearly enough; we had repulsed the Red-coats, driven them back with terrible losses; we had seen their lines shrivel up under our fire, officers and men falling, and the remnant fleeing in disorder. It meant nothing now that a force outnumbering us yet remained intact, and in strong position. Flushed with victory, knowing now we could meet the best of them, we longed for the morrow to dawn so we might complete the task.
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