Ben Comee : $b A tale of Rogers's Rangers, 1758-59Canavan, M. J. (Michael Joseph)
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Ben Comee : $b A tale of Rogers's Rangers, 1758-59
Canavan, M. J. (Michael Joseph)
United States -- History -- French and Indian War, 1754-1763 -- Fiction
"Yes; it will be a piece of work to scramble through those branches; and
then comes the abattis of stakes; and then a wall eight feet high.
Montcalm knows his business, Ben. I wish he were on our side. We shall
have no easy task. It looks tough to-day, and it will be worse
to-morrow."
[Sidenote: THEY INSPECT TICONDEROGA]
"We shall lose a good many men. Possibly we may go through the swamp, at
the ends of the breastwork."
"Where's Amos?"
We looked round and saw Amos, with his back turned toward us. He seemed
deeply interested.
"What is it, Amos? What are you looking at?"
"I tell you, boys, I think this hill's about the best place for
p-pigeons I ever saw. There's a good spot for a booth, and that little
tree would make a fine standard for a p-pigeon p-pole."
"Hang your pigeons! You may be dead to-morrow. Look down the lake,
Edmund. See the reënforcements of French regulars with their white coats
rowing up Champlain. They'll be at Fort Ti in half an hour."
We were told to get ready to go back. I overheard Mr. Clark say:--
"Oh, we can take a place like that by an assault with small arms. We'll
give them a taste of the bayonet. We don't need cannon."
Stark replied: "I don't think so. Bring some cannon up here, and you can
rake the breastwork and drive them out; or take cannon round in front,
and you can knock the breastwork to pieces in half an hour, and then you
can easily take the place by assault; but otherwise you cannot."
"Oh, I assure you, my dear sir, we can carry a place like that by an
assault easily. You provincials have no idea what British officers and
British regulars can do."
"I know what Braddock did," said Stark.
We came down the mountain and joined the rest of the Rangers. Stark went
with Clark to report to General Abercrombie. He returned and said that
Abercrombie had agreed with Clark on an attack with small arms only.
"To-morrow you'll see a sad sight. You'll see the finest army there ever
was in America killed off by the stupidity of its commanding officer.
Why couldn't poor Lord Howe have been spared two days longer, to win
everlasting renown? We talked this over as we lay on our bearskins at
Sabbath Day Point; and if he were alive, there would be no such
tomfoolery and murder."
[Sidenote: THE ARMY ADVANCES]
We lay down in the woods by the river, and slept on our arms. The sun
rose the next morning clear and bright. We received orders to advance.
We crept through the forest till we came to the open place, where the
great trees lay on the ground with their tops toward us.
About two hundred of the French were concealed in the mass of boughs,
and fired at us. We got behind trees and logs and returned their fire.
Bradstreet's batteaux men now formed on our left, Gage's light infantry
on our right, and three regiments of provincials came up behind us. We
exchanged a scattering fire with the enemy. Then we pushed into the mass
of boughs and drove the French back into their breastwork.
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