United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
I had a piece of rope in my pocket, which I fastened round the dog's
neck and led him on. Jackson was a severe sufferer, for he lost his arm
in consequence of his wound. On we hurried, and, climbing the height,
dragged up our guns after us. Before the enemy guessed what we were
about, we had them on the top of the hill ready to open on the fort.
With the same rapidity we threw up the necessary earthworks and soon
began firing away with a right good will down into the fortress. The
Spaniards showed us that two could play at the same game. All night
long we blazed away, doing no little mischief to the enemy. They,
however, in return, dismounted one of our guns. On the morning of the
19th three fresh batteries were opened from our works on Governor's
Hill, and our hopes increased of speedily taking the place.
I enjoyed from my elevated position a full view of the whole surrounding
sea and country. Below me was the town, still burning in places and
smouldering in others. On one side was Governor's Hill, with the
batteries blazing away at the devoted fort which lay below the town, and
was replying from all sides to the fire directed towards it from the
land and sea. Now the ships, with the exception of the Porcupine, stood
in to attack the fort in more serious earnest. Boats came passing and
re-passing to her, and, as I found was the case, as all our guns were on
shore, Captain Packenham with the greater part of the ship's company
went on board the other ships to assist in fighting them. The ships
stood in very close to the walls of the fort before they dropped their
anchors, and then commenced a heavy cannonade, the effects of which soon
became apparent by the crumbling away of the works on every side.
Night, however, put a stop to the work of destruction. Darkness had
just closed in when I received orders to leave my exalted post and to
join the party destined to storm the works at daybreak on the following
morning. This was just according to my taste. I had never a fancy to
know that work was being done and not to be engaged in it.
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