The Second War with England, Vol. 1 of 2Headley, Joel Tyler
History
The Second War with England, Vol. 1 of 2
Headley, Joel Tyler
United States -- History -- War of 1812
His great anxiety was now to get back to
his position, and at the same time practice the very deception which
had beguiled him from it. He succeeded admirably, and the British
imagining his retreat to be a hasty and disorderly flight pressed
after, and on coming to the creek resolved at once to attack him.
Crossing the stream they ascended the opposite bank boldly, and
without opposition, till within twenty yards of the top, when they
were met by such a sudden and destructive volley that they broke and
fled. Hiding behind trees they then kept up a harmless fire till
night, when under cover of darkness they effected their retreat with
the loss of nearly a hundred men, or one-third of their force, while
some half dozen killed and wounded covered the loss of the Americans.
This half partisan, half regular warfare, in the midst of our vast
forests, combined much of the picturesque and marvellous. There was
not the pomp of vast armies, nor the splendor of a great battle, but
courage, skill and endurance were required, sufficient to make able
commanders and veteran soldiers. The long and tedious march of a
hundred miles through the snow-filled forest--the solitary block-house
with its small garrison, situated in a lonely clearing, around which
the leafless trees creaked and groaned in the northern blasts--the
bivouack fire gleaming red through the driving storm--the paths of
wild beasts crossing the wilderness in every direction, their cries of
hunger mingling with the muffled sound of half frozen torrents--the
war-cry of the savage and the crack of his rifle at still midnight,
waking up the chilled sleepers to battle and to death--the sudden
onset and the bloody hand-to-hand fight, made up the experience and
history of our border warfare. Far away from the haunts of
civilization, men struggled for the control of an imaginary line, and
many gallant and able officers, fell ingloriously by some Indian
marksman. At far intervals, stretching from the St. Lawrence to
Mackinaw, the faintly heard thunder of cannon amid those vast
solitudes, announced that two nations were battling for untrodden
forest tracts and undisturbed sheets of water. Those tracts are now
covered with towns and cities, and those sheets of water freighted
with commerce. Then it was announced as a great miracle of speed, that
a steamboat made four miles an hour in passing up the Ohio--now the
northern lakes are ploughed with steamers, going at the rate of
eighteen or twenty miles an hour, and wrapped round with railroads,
over which cars are thundering with a velocity that annihilates
distance, and brings into one neighborhood the remotest States.
[Sidenote: April 8.]
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