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Fort Amity

Chapter 4 TICONDEROGA.

Word Count: 2193    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

engineer had climbed Rattlesnake Mountain at daybreak and conned it through his glass, and had brought down his report two hours ago. The white-coats had been working like niggers, helped by som

ss the river. The distance (some said) was not two miles. Colonel Beaver, returning from a vi

strong. Bradstreet, having finished his bridge, had started back for the landing-stage to haul a dozen of the lighter bateaux across the portage and float them down to Lake Champlain filled with riflemen. Bradstreet was a glutton for work-b

were the drums playing away like mad. The echo of John's feet on the wooden bridge awoke him from these vain shows and rattlings of war to its real

he fringe of the clearing. Of the enemy John could see nothing: only a broad belt of sunlight beyond the last few tree-trunks and their green eaves. The advance had been well timed, the separate columns arriving and coming to the halt almost at clockwork intervals; nor did the halt give him much leisure to look about him. To the right were drawn up the Highlanders, their dark plaids blending with the fore

the calls that followed-"Eyes front!" "Steady," "Quick march," "Halt, dress "-and felt, rather than saw, the whole elaborate manoeuvre; the rear ranks locking up, the covering sergeants jigg

trees and interset with stumps, some cleanly cut, others with jagged splinters from three to ten feet high. And beyond, with the fierce sunlight quivering

alion wil

was simply to rush it; to advance at the charge

e most, a long musket-shot, and for two-thirds of it the crescent-shaped line of British ran as in a p

ght and left wither under it and shrink like parchment held to a candle flame. For a moment the ensign-staff shook in his hands, as if whipped by a gale. He steadied it, and stood dazed, hearkening to the s

interlacing boughs between him and the log-wall, fighting them with his left, pressing them aside, now attempting to leap them, now to burst through them with his weight. The wall jetted flame through its crevices

ighlanders and redcoats mixed. They had long since disregarded the order to hold their fire; and were blazing away idly and reloading, cursing the boughs that impeded their ramrods. A corporal of the 46th had managed to reload and

ike vermin on a gamekeeper's tree-corpses every one. The rest had vanished, and, turning, he found himself alone. Out in the clearing, under the drifted smoke, the shattered regiments were re-forming for a second charge. Gripping the colours he staggered out to join them, and as he w

red, sure enough, figures were moving. Guns? A couple of guns planted there could have knocked this cursed rampart t

others of the Six Nations- who, arriving late, had swarmed up by instinct to the key of the position and seated themselves there with impassive faces, asking each other

he gloom of the woods and were carried past the saw-mill, by scores at first, then by hundreds. Within the saw-mill, in his cool chamber, the General sat and wrote. Someone (Gage it is likely) sent down, beseeching him to bring the guns into play. He answered that the guns were at the landing-stage, and could not be planted

n the French right. They had gone into action a thousand strong; they were now six hundred. Charge after charge had flung forward a few to leap the rampart and fall on the French bayonets; but now the best part of a company poured over

or his own left hand hung powerless, and the colours encumbered his right. In front of him repeated charges had broken a sort of pathway through the abattis, swept indeed by an enfilading fire from two angles of the breastwork, slippery with blood and hampered with corpses; but the grape-shot which had accounted for most of these no longer whistled along it, the French having run off their guns to the right to meet the capital attack of the Highlanders. Through it he forced his way, the pressure of the men behind li

mb it, someone stooped a shoulder and hoisted him. He flung a leg over the parapet and gl

sergeant grunted;

he colours hig

Forward, F

ong held back-came suddenly, swooping on him from all corners of the sky at once. The grip of his knees relaxed. Th

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