[Sidenote: THE ARMY ADVANCES]
We lay down in the woods by the river, and slept on our arms. The sun rose the next morning clear and bright. We received orders to advance.
We crept through the forest till we came to the open place, where the great trees lay on the ground with their tops toward us.
About two hundred of the French were concealed in the ma.s.s of boughs, and fired at us. We got behind trees and logs and returned their fire.
Bradstreet"s batteaux men now formed on our left, Gage"s light infantry on our right, and three regiments of provincials came up behind us. We exchanged a scattering fire with the enemy. Then we pushed into the ma.s.s of boughs and drove the French back into their breastwork.
Colonel Haldiman and the grenadiers now came up in solid formation. We separated and let them pa.s.s. They struggled through the trees. The Highlanders of the Black Watch followed them; and I caught sight of Hector, as he went by us, looking very grim and determined. I waved my cap at him, but he was too intent on the work ahead to see me.
What a jaunty, ugly, devil-may-care set of fellows they were! Their uniforms set off their figures to advantage. Their faces showed they were eager for the fight. Their bayonets were fixed, for they had been ordered to take the works by a bayonet charge. When they got through the trees, their formation was completely broken up; but they advanced to the abattis of sharpened stakes, and were met by a terrible fire of grape and musket shot that mowed them down. They stood at the abattis, hacking away at the stakes, falling in heaps before the shower of grapeshot. They took off their bayonets and fired at the enemy. Some got through the abattis, and went up to the breastwork, eight feet high.
They tried to scale it, but could not. Unwilling to retreat, they stood in front of it, exchanging shots with the French, shaking their guns at them, and cursing them in Gaelic.
[Sidenote: THE REGULARS REPULSED]
"They"re b-brave enough, Ben, and hang on like bulldogs; but they can"t get over that b-breastwork, unless they grow a couple of feet in a m-mighty short time."
We watched this attack with great interest, for we had wonderful expectations as to what the regulars would do; and they had ridiculed the provincials and lauded themselves so long, that their confidence became unbounded. How they were to take the breastwork in this way, we could not see. But we waited in the hope of seeing the impossible occur.
At last the few who were left were driven back.
As they returned, we saw Hector supporting his brother Donald. We ran out from the fallen trees, and helped him through the branches.
""Deed, man, that was the hottest place I ever was in, and I"m well out of it with naught but a bit of lead in my leg. I dinna envy the poor fellows who have to go in there again."
After this attack there was a lull. Abercrombie, who was in a safe place two miles away, ordered another attack. Some of the provincial regiments were with them. They rushed into the s.p.a.ce, like so many cattle into an enclosure, where they were knocked over without a chance to get at their enemy.
We were eager for the Rangers to join in this a.s.sault, and asked: "Why don"t we advance?" "Why doesn"t Rogers order us to attack?" "We ought to help those men and be in the thick of the fight."
Old McKinstry said: "Don"t you see, boys, why we don"t advance? Because it"s all nonsense and folly. We have no orders to go ahead, and Rogers knows it"s nothing but murder to put us up before that wall to be shot down. We"re doing the best work where we are. See me take off that officer with the white coat." He fired, and the officer fell back.
"There, if you can knock over three or four of them, you"ve done your share."
"He"s right, after all, Ben. We"re killing more men by picking them off than the regulars are."
[Sidenote: THEY RESCUE A BRAVE MAN]
I felt easier in my mind after this talk. We stood among the branches, and fired at the heads that appeared above the breastwork.
These a.s.saults were kept up all the afternoon. At five the most determined one took place, and some of the Highlanders succeeded in getting over the breastwork, only to be immediately bayoneted. Colonel Campbell was killed in the fort, and Major Campbell was badly wounded.
While this attack on the right was going on, we saw a provincial who had crept close to the breastwork, and was picking off the Frenchmen.
He was seen by them, and a man fired and wounded him. But he jumped up and brained the man with his hatchet. Then he fell down. It was a pity to let such a brave man lie there to be killed and scalped by the Indians.
I turned to Edmund and said, "Can"t we get that man out of there?"
"I will do what you will."
I shouted to our men to cover us as well as they could by their fire, and we ran forward.
The Rangers advanced a little, and opened fire at every head that showed above the breastwork.
Edmund and I got through the abattis and ran up to the wall. We joined hands. The man sat on them, put his arms around our necks, and we ran off with him.
Some of the enemy fired at us, but the Highlanders were taking most of their attention, and our men were good marksmen, so that but few showed their heads above the breastwork. Still, the bullets whistled about us in a most uncomfortable manner.
We found that the man we had saved was a Rhode Island provincial, named William Smith. He was boiling over with wrath against the French, swore at them like a pirate, and though badly wounded would have crept back if we had not prevented him.
Amos listened to him with wonder, and said: "Your f-friend Smith, Ben, couldn"t have b-been raised when there were tythingmen, or he"d have just lived in the stocks. He must have great natural g-gifts to be able to swear like that."
"Here come the regulars again."
[Sidenote: A PANIC]
They pa.s.sed through the fallen trees, marched up to the breastwork, and again made an attempt to scale it. The French raked them with grapeshot, and soon they came running back nearly frantic with fear. We let them pa.s.s and gazed at them with astonishment.
"That"s human nature, boys," said McKinstry. "Those men have fought here for six hours, a foolish, hopeless battle. They hung to it like bulldogs. No men could have been braver. All of a sudden the idea strikes them that they are beaten, and they run away in a panic. It"s strange. It"s mighty strange, but it"s human nature."
Rogers shouted: "Stay where you are, boys. Hold your ground and keep on firing."
The Rangers and provincials remained among the fallen trees, exchanging shots with the enemy till dusk. Then we went up to the abattis and picked out some of the wounded from among the heaps of dead men. This was the hardest part of the day for me, stumbling over the dead, picking up the poor wounded fellows and hearing them moan and cry as we carried them off.
CHAPTER XII
THE FIGHT AT FORT ANNE, AND THE ESCAPE OF AMOS
When night came on, we retreated with the wounded we had saved. The next morning the whole army reembarked and rowed up Lake George to the ruins of Fort William Henry and landed. This time we were not admiring the beauty of the scene. We were filled with sorrow and dismay at the failure of the expedition and our terrible disaster. We lost nearly two thousand men. The French lost only about three hundred.
The whole army, regulars and provincials, were indignant with our cowardly and incompetent general, Abercrombie, or Mrs. Nabby Crombie, as the soldiers nicknamed him. We knew that the battle had been badly conducted. We wished to have the cannon brought to the front to batter down the breastworks, and were willing and eager to fight again. But Abercrombie began to entrench, and sent most of his artillery to Albany, lest it should fall into the hands of the enemy.
[Sidenote: THE RANGERS SENT AGAINST THE ENEMY]
The Rangers heard little of this grumbling and dissatisfaction; for as soon as we returned from Ticonderoga we were sent out scouting near the south end of Lake Champlain, and very nearly fell into the hands of a large force of French and Indians. Fortunately we saw them in time to escape.
A few days later, a wagon-train was attacked and one hundred and seventy-six men were killed, of whom sixteen were Rangers. The news of this disaster came in the night, and at two in the morning Rogers started out with a large party of regulars, provincials, and Rangers to head off the enemy. We rowed down Lake George at the top of our speed, and then marched over the mountain to the narrow waters of Lake Champlain. But though we made all possible haste, so did the enemy, and we missed them by a couple of hours.
We rested for a time; for we were much exhausted by our efforts, and were about to march back, when a messenger arrived, who gave us orders to go to Fort Anne at Wood Creek, and cut off a party of French and Indians who were near Fort Edward.
We had about five hundred men, eighty of whom were Rangers. The rest was made up of some of Gage"s light infantry and Connecticut troops, under Major Israel Putnam.
On the 7th of August we reached the spot where old Fort Anne had stood, and camped there.
The forest for a mile around the old fort had been cut down and burned years before. But the fort had rotted away, and the clearings had become overgrown with bushes, with here and there an open s.p.a.ce.
Early the next morning we began our march. Putnam and his men were in front, the light infantry in the centre, and the Rangers in the rear.