Rogers' Rock, Lake George, March 13, 1758: A Battle Fought on Snow Shoes — John Shaqi
Rogers' Rock, Lake George, March 13, 1758: A Battle Fought on Snow ShoesRogers, Mary Cochrane
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Rogers' Rock, Lake George, March 13, 1758: A Battle Fought on Snow Shoes
Rogers, Mary Cochrane
Rogers' Rangers; Rogers, Robert, 1731-1795; United States -- History -- French and Indian War, 1754-1763 -- Regimental histories
not far from us, but our guide confessed, for the first
time, that he was at a loss. Here we plainly observed that
his brain was affected: he saw Indians all around him, and
though we have since learned we had every thing to fear from
them, yet it was a danger we did not now attend to; nay, we
shouted aloud several times to give information we were
there; but we could neither hear nor see any body to lead us
right, or more likely to destroy us, and if we halted a
minute we became pillars of ice; so that we resolved, as it
froze so hard, to make a fire, although the danger was
apparent. Accidentally we had one dry cartridge, and in
trying with my pistol if it would flash a little of the
powder, Mr. ---- unfortunately held the cartridge too near,
by which it took fire, blew up in our faces, almost blinded
him, and gave excessive pain. This indeed promised to be the
last stroke of fortune, as our hopes of a fire were now no
more; but although we were not anxious about life, we knew
it was more becoming to oppose than yield to this last
misfortune. We made a path round a tree, and there exercised
all the night, though scarcely able to stand, or prevent
each other from sleeping. Our guide, notwithstanding
repeated cautions, straggled from us, where he sat down and
died immediately. On the morning of the 20th, we saw the
fort, which we approached with a white flag: the officers
run violently towards us, and saved us from a danger we did
not then apprehend; for we are informed, that if the
Indians, who were close after them, had seized us first, it
would not have been in the power of the French to have
prevented our being hurried to their camp, and perhaps to
Montreal the next day, or killed for not being able to
march. Mons. Debecourt[1] and all his officers treat us with
humanity and politeness, and are solicitous in our recovery,
which returns slowly, as you may imagine, from all these
difficulties; and though I have omitted many, yet I am
afraid you will think me too prolix; but we wish, Sir, to
persuade you of a truth, that nothing but the situation I
have faithfully described could determine us in a resolution
which appeared only one degree preferable to perishing in
the woods.
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