United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
The enemy, having the advantage of a knowledge of the country, chose
their own ground for encountering our troops, and, truth to say,
generally had the best of it. I do not wish to enlarge on the subject.
I know that we gained very little honour and glory, but, after losing a
considerable number of men, some from the bullets of the enemy and
others from sunstrokes, the troops were ordered to embark again.
Afterwards we heard that the Caribs were allowed to remain in possession
of their rights. I suspect, however, that they did not retain them for
any long period after this time.
I remember nothing of any particular importance happening to me till
August, 1772, when we were lying in English Harbour, Antigua, in company
with his Majesty's ships Chatham, Sea-horse, and Active. I have good
reason to remember the harbour well. It is small, but very pretty. The
inner part is encircled by hills of various shapes and sizes, the outer
is formed by a rocky ridge, with a fort on it guarding the narrow
entrance. The capital, Saint Johns, is at the other side of the island,
so that we were not able to get there as often as we wished. With
little or no warning one of the most terrific hurricanes I ever
encountered came down upon us, and before we could get our topmasts
housed our masts went by the board, and at the same instant breaking
from our anchors we were all driven on shore together. It was a case in
which seamanship was of no avail, for before we could make any
preparations to avert the evil the catastrophe had occurred. The same
blast levelled with the ground all the stores and houses in the
dockyard, as also the Naval Hospital and all the dwelling-houses and
other buildings which it encountered in its course. Before we could
attempt to heave the ships off we were obliged to clear them of
everything, down to the very kelson, and even then we could not move
them till we applied the most powerful purchases which could be
invented. The Falcon had received so much injury that we were compelled
to heave her down to repair her before she was fit for sea. While this
operation was going forward I had the misfortune to break my right
knee-pan, and for very long it was doubtful whether I should ever again
have the free use of my leg. For sixteen weeks I remained in hospital,
but at length, to my great satisfaction, was pronounced fit for duty.
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