A History, of the War of 1812-15 Between the United States and Great BritainJohnson, Rossiter
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A History, of the War of 1812-15 Between the United States and Great Britain
Johnson, Rossiter
United States -- History -- War of 1812
"Finding we could not dislodge them, I gave orders for taking the place
by storm. But some of my men had expended all their cartridges, few
had more than three or four remaining, and our only safety depended on
holding our ground till we could procure a fresh supply. I despatched
Lieutenant Gamble and four men to the _Essex Junior_, and from the time
of their departure we were chiefly occupied {301}in eluding the stones,
which came with redoubled force and numbers. Three of my men were
knocked down by them. As a feint, we retreated a few paces, and in
an instant the Indians rushed on us with hideous yells. The first and
second that advanced were killed at the distance of a few paces, and
those who attempted to carry them off were wounded. They abandoned their
dead, and precipitately retreated to their fort. Taking advantage of the
terror they were thrown into, we marched off with our wounded, returning
to the beach much fatigued and with no contemptible opinion of the
enemy.
"The next day I determined to proceed with a force which I believed they
could not resist, and selected two hundred men from the _Essex_, the
_Essex Junior_, and the prizes. As some of the boats were leaky, I
determined to go by land, over the mountain ridge. We had a fine,
moonlight night, and I hoped to be down in the Typee valley long before
daylight.
"Not a whisper was heard from one end of the line to the other. Our
guides marched in front, and we followed in silence up and down the
steep sides of rocks and mountains, through rivulets, thickets, and
reed-brakes, and by the sides of precipices which sometimes caused us to
shudder. At twelve o'clock we could hear the drums beating in {302}the
Typee valley, accompanied by loud singing, and the number of lights
in different parts of it induced me to believe they were rejoicing.
I inquired the cause, and was informed by the Indians that they were
celebrating the victory they had obtained over us, and calling on
their gods to give them rain in order that it might render our bouhier
[muskets] useless.
"The Indians told us it would be impossible to descend without daylight;
and when it was light enough to see down the valley, we were surprised
at the height and steepness. A narrow pathway pointed out the track, but
it was soon lost among the cliffs. Before I left the hill, I determined
by firing a volley to show the natives that our muskets had not received
as much injury as they had expected from the rain. As soon as they heard
the report, and discovered our number, which, with the multitude of
Indians of both tribes who had now assembled, was very numerous, they
shouted, beat their drums, and blew their war-conchs from one end of the
valley to the other; and what with the squealing of the hogs, which they
now began to catch, the screaming of the women and children, and the
yelling of the men, the din was horrible.
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