A correct and authentic narrative of the Indian war in Florida: with a description of Maj. Dade's massacre, and an account of the extreme suffering, for want of provision, of the army—having been obliged to eat horses' and dogs' flesh, &c, &c.Barr, James, Captain
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A correct and authentic narrative of the Indian war in Florida: with a description of Maj. Dade's massacre, and an account of the extreme suffering, for want of provision, of the army—having been obliged to eat horses' and dogs' flesh, &c, &c.
Barr, James, Captain
Seminole War, 2nd, 1835-1842
Gen. Persifor F. Smith volunteered his services as Colonel, and Mr.
Lawson, as Lieut. Colonel: the latter gentleman, the head physician of
the United States, has since proved that the profession of arms is not
inconsistent with the duties of a follower of Æsculapius. The enlistment
was commenced on the 24th January, and a body of seven hundred men was
quickly raised. The citizens, with their usual liberality and
patriotism, supplied the troops with comfortable quarters, till the 3d
of February. Each intervening day the regiment was inspected in the
Custom House yard: on the 2nd February the troops received their
uniform, blankets and other necessaries, and on the 3rd were mustered in
the Barrack yard. Louisiana had done her part--she had raised a fine and
as was afterwards proved, an effective body of men. They received their
arms, colors and bounty, thirty dollars (the wages were ten dollars per
month) and marched, some that evening, others next morning, to the rail
road, where we found the cars in readiness and were soon embarked on
Lake Ponchartrain. Two steamboats, the Watchman and Merchant were
chartered to transport us to Tampa Bay, and the David Brown proceeded to
the same point, via the Balise. The Watchman reached Pensacola on the
6th without any adventure except being detained a few hours on a mud
bank. We took in wood and again put off, but the evening looked very
dirty and the vessel was any thing but a good sea boat. Our captain
accordingly determined not to go to sea, and lay too, close to the Fort,
which is a few miles below the town. Here we had comfortable quarters
for the night, and next morning again embarked. We arrived at Tampa Bay,
on the 9th, and landed on the 10th. The Merchant had been in a day
before us, and the David Brown arrived the day after. Here was a scene
well calculated to rouse the spirits of the lukewarm, (if any such were
among us). Almost every house in this beautiful spot had been torn down
or burnt, and the inhabitants had been compelled to fly for protection
to the vessels in the bay. We bivouacked outside the Fort, under the
boughs of the live oak trees, which are very numerous; the watch-fires
at night--the groups of men lying around them sleeping in their
blankets--the stack of arms--the flash reflected from the musket and
bayonet of the centinel as he stalked slowly by the fires; the _tout
ensemble_ had a very imposing, and in my eyes, a very military aspect.
We were twice alarmed on the second night; the first time from the
accidental discharge of a musket, and the second time from the mistake
of a Dutch centinel; he had been posted on the piquet guard, with orders
to hail any thing which should approach and to fire if he received no
answer to the third challenge. Minheer Dutchman heard some noise in the
bushes and called three times as he had been ordered, “Who goes dere?”
no answer, “Den I fire.” He did fire, and in an instant, the bugles
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