United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
The Americans retreated within their lines and the British troops
advanced close up to them. It was supposed that General Howe would give
the order to storm the works. Had he done so at once they would
certainly have been taken, and though with some considerable loss of
life, it might have prevented much subsequent greater loss. However, it
appeared that he had resolved to attack the lines by regular approaches.
General Washington, seeing the inevitable result, made a masterly
retreat with the whole garrison across the sound to New York during the
night, favoured by calm weather and a thick fog. Notice was brought in
the morning to General Howe of what had occurred, and when one of his
aides-de-camp, who was sent to ascertain the fact, climbed over the
crest of the works he found them of a truth deserted. The next day no
less than thirteen hundred Americans were buried in one large pit, while
many more had been lost in the creek and swamp near the lines.
It was the general opinion, both in the camp and fleet, that had the
army at once been pushed forward, a speedy and happy conclusion would
have been brought to the war. There were all sorts of reports current.
Among them it was said that the city was about to be abandoned and burnt
to the ground, to prevent our troops occupying it for the winter. This
proceeding, however, the inhabitants strongly opposed, as all their
property would thereby have been destroyed. I must not delay the
progress of my narrative to mention the various reports of all sorts
which were flying about.
On the 30th we again put to sea, Captain Hudson having under his command
the Niger and Greyhound frigates. We cruised off Sandy Hook without
meeting with any occurrence worth noting till the 3rd of September, when
we returned to Sandy Hook. Here we received orders once more to proceed
to sea, to look out for a fleet of transports, with a division of
Hessians on board, daily expected from Europe, under convoy of the
Repulse. We fortunately fell in with them on the following morning, and
returned in their company to Gravesend Day.
On the 8th we moved up to Staten Island, and we began to hope that we at
length might be engaged in some more active service than we had hitherto
seen.
"Have you heard the news?" exclaimed Delisle two days afterwards, as I
came on deck for the first time that morning.
I inquired what it was.
"We are to move up at once opposite New York and to prepare the ship for
running past the batteries up the East River."
"Hurra! the hotter the better; anything better than stagnation!" I
exclaimed.
"Mercer, have you made your will?" asked Kennedy, as the two met each
other near us.
"Yes, Kennedy, I have," answered Mercer gravely. "It may not be to-day
or to-morrow that it will come into force, but it may before long, and I
wish that those I may not help living may benefit by my death."
Kennedy had nothing to reply to this; Mercer's solemn manner silenced
him.
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