THE SUPPLEJACK REACHES BAXADA DE SANTA FE--PLANS FOR THE PROTECTION OF
THE FLEET WHEN RETURNING--A NIGHT EXPEDITION TO SURVEY AN ISLAND--
ALARM--MAGNIFICENT EXPLOIT--ROCKET BATTERY PEPPERS THE BATTERIES OF SAN
LORENZO TO SOME EFFECT--SQUADRON PASSES UNHARMED--ESCAPE OF THE BOAT--
MONTE VIDEO REACHED.
The _Supplejack_ continued her course up the river, and the following
day got beyond the reach of Rosas' flying artillery. Tom and Gerald,
having been well fed during their adventures, were not much the worse
for them, and after a good night's sleep were well able to return to
their duty. They of course had to repeat their adventures to their own
messmates, and Needham and Snatchblock were also eager to hear all about
them.
At last the brig reached Baxadar de Santa Fe, a town of some size, built
partly at the foot and partly on the side of a lofty hill, which rises
above the river. It is surrounded by corrals, or cattle-farms, where
thousands of animals are slaughtered for the sake of their hides and
tallow alone, which are shipped from the port. As there are not human
mouths sufficient to consume the enormous quantities of beef, it is
thrown away and carried off by vast flocks of gallinasos, caracaras,
carrion crows, and other birds of prey, which hover over the country,
their appearance and the odour arising from the putrefying flesh making
the place far from agreeable. Here the _Supplejack_ found a large fleet
of merchantmen, which had been further increased by others which had
come down the river. The question was how they all were to get back
again to the sea. Two or three steamers, which came up after the
_Supplejack_ had suffered by a hot fire, opened on them from the
batteries, newly thrown up by Rosas, several officers and men having
been killed and wounded. The most formidable batteries were those at
San Lorenzo, which were now completed, and it could not be expected that
the fleet would be allowed to repass them without a strong opposition.
Several plans were thought of, the bluejackets and marines might land
and storm the batteries, but such an undertaking could only be carried
out with great loss of life, as the troops of Rosas were not to be
despised, and as the batteries were open in the rear they could not be
held without a strong force.
Some weeks were spent at this most undelectable of places, so that
everybody was eager to return. No one, however, knew what plan of
operation had been determined on. At length the long-looked-for signal
was hoisted, and the fleet of men-of-war and merchant-vessels got under
weigh and proceeded down the stream. They presented a truly beautiful
spectacle, as their clouds of white canvas covered the entire breadth of
the river, and certainly never before had so many vessels floated
together on its waters.
On the 31st of May they came to an anchor on the Entre Rios shore, about
four miles above the formidable batteries of San Lorenzo. Still, no one
besides the commander and a few officers entrusted with the secret knew
what plan had been determined on. All that the rest were certain of was
that a plan had been formed, and should it prove successful that the
fleet might escape a severe handling, but otherwise that the guns of San
Lorenzo, if well served, might sink or damage every ship in the
squadron. Indeed, the deep-water channel, down which the ships must
pass, was only about three hundred yards from the guns of the enemy, and
which from their elevation could send a plunging fire directly down on
their decks.
In front of the batteries, about twelve hundred yards from them, was one
of an archipelago of islands, extending for some miles along the eastern
or Entre Rios shore of the river, covered with trees, brushwood, and
reeds. The passages between these islands and the eastern shore were
much too shallow for the navigation of vessels of any size. Of
necessity, therefore, the whole fleet had to pass under the high cliff
of San Lorenzo, crowned by its formidable batteries. The skippers of
the merchantmen were quaking in their shoes, believing that the
men-of-war must be sent to the bottom and effectually block up the
channel, so that they would be caught in a trap and fall into the hands
of the tyrant Rosas.
All sorts of reports were flying about; some said that one hundred heavy
guns were planted on the top of the cliffs, and that red-hot shot and
missiles of all sorts would be showered down on them, but still the
commodore kept the plan he proposed to adopt secret. The officers of
the men-of-war, however, felt confident that whatever it was, it would
most likely succeed.
Terence had returned to his ship: Jack was now alone. He was seated in
his cabin, when a lieutenant from one of the steamers came on board:--
"Come, Rogers, you are wanted by the commodore, as you are not only to
be let into the secret of the plan, but to assist in carrying it out."
Jack, highly delighted, jumped up, and buckling on his sword accompanied
his brother officer on board the flagship.
The expedition was immediately to start to examine the island in front
of the batteries. The plan was simple in the extreme, should shelter be
found on the island, it was proposed to plant a rocket battery behind
it, and as the ships came down to throw up showers of rockets into the
fort, so as to drive the Spaniards from their guns till the whole fleet
had passed.
Evening was drawing on, the boat was ready, the English and French
commodores, Lieutenant Mackinnon, the designer of the scheme, Jack, and
several other officers went in her. The oars were muffled, nothing was
said above a whisper, and with just sufficient light for them to see
their way, they pulled through the narrow passages between the islands,
completely hidden from the western shore, till they had reached the
large one directly opposite the batteries, the dim outline of which they
could discern between the trees. Just as the boat's bows touched the
oozy bank a loud rustling was heard, and they fully expected that a
jaguar was about to spring upon them. The officers drew their swords to
defend themselves, for had they ventured to fire a musket or pistol they
would have been betrayed. They looked anxiously, not knowing on whom
the animal might spring, when greatly to their relief they saw, not a
jaguar, but a harmless capybara or water-hog, which plunged into the
water and swam to the opposite bank.
The officers now landed, the seniors first stepping on shore, and made
their way over swampy ground, through brushwood, to the opposite or
western shore of the island, directly under the batteries. They
proceeded in silence, crouching down for fear of being perceived, their
object being to ascertain what shelter was to be found for the rocket
battery which it was proposed to plant.
Greatly to their satisfaction, they discovered that nature, or rather
the river itself, when swollen by the rains, had constructed a bank, in
every possible way suited for the object in view; indeed it was such,
that one hundred men, working for a week, could not have thrown up one
to equal it. Everything being thus found as they could wish, they
returned to complete the necessary arrangements. Still, of course, not
a word of the plan was made known on board the fleet, lest by any means
spies might carry it to the ears of Rosas.
The wind was now blowing up the river, so that, even had everything been
ready, the fleet of sailing-vessels could not move.
The next night the rocket party, under the command of Lieutenant
Mackinnon, the originator of the plan, took their departure in the
paddle-box boat of the steamer to which he belonged, consisting of
twelve men of the marine artillery, the same number of seamen, and four
officers.
Jack, though well inured to danger, could not conceal from himself the
risk that must be run, a pistol going off, or the slightest want of
caution of the party, might betray them to the enemy, when boats would
be sent across to attack them. Though they might make a good fight with
their rockets, they would in all probability be cut to pieces before
assistance could reach them. In perfect silence the boat left the ship,
few, with the exception of those immediately engaged, being aware where
she was going. With muffled oars they pulled along the narrow channel
amid the reed-covered islands, keeping a lookout lest any of the enemy's
boats might be on the watch. Rosas, however, did not suspect their
design, and at length, without accident, they reached the spot at the
back of the island, which had been fixed on for effecting a landing. It
was a little bay, formed by a point of land on one side of it, running
out some twenty feet or more into the stream. Close to this point a
large willow-tree had fallen into the river; the boat was run in between
the branches, which assisted to conceal her; a number of boughs were
also cut and stuck into the shore by her side, some being laid across
her, so that she was completely hidden from any passer-by.
As soon as this was done, the party commenced landing the rocket-stands
and rockets. The men found it very fatiguing, as they had first to
cross a swamp, into which they sank up to their knees, and they then had
a considerable distance to go over rough and uneven ground, among thick
roots and brushwood, till they reached the bank where the rocket-stands
were to be planted. All hands, however, worked without a murmur, and
soon had the rocket-stands placed and so directed that the rockets
might, as they hoped, just clear the top of the batteries, and fall in
among the men at the guns.
The work being accomplished, the men, pretty well knocked up, returned
to the boat, where, however, a glass of grog apiece, and some pork and
biscuit, soon set them right again. An officer and two men being left
to watch the stands and rockets, the rest turned in under a tarpaulin
spread over the boat, where they went to sleep. The wind, however,
continued blowing up the river, and the fleet could not move. They
found that even in daylight they could walk in safety across the island,
by crouching down under the bushes till they gained the shelter of the
bank. The guards could thus be relieved at stated intervals.
Twenty-eight embrasures, with heavy guns in them, were counted in the
forts at the top of the cliffs, instead of the hundred which had been
talked of. These, however, if well served, were sufficient to produce
fearful damage among the fleet, if not to destroy it entirely. So near
were the batteries, that with pocket telescopes the party could
distinguish the faces of the people in them. Among others, they
discerned General Moncellia, a brother-in-law of Rosas, who drove up in
his carriage with four horses and inspected the troops and guns, little
suspecting that his enemies were crouching down so near him. The men
had, of course, received strict instructions not on any account to show
themselves. The second night, while Lieutenant Mackinnon was watching
the batteries through his telescope, he observed the sentry suddenly
stop and narrowly eye the bank. What was his dismay to find that one of
his men had incautiously stepped forward into a spot where he could be
seen.
"Hold fast," whispered the Lieutenant, "do not move as you value your
life."
The man obeyed, and to his infinite relief the sentry at last moved on.
A few more days passed. The officers spent most of the time under the
bank while the men lay concealed in the boat. At length, when dawn
broke on the morning of the fourth day, to the satisfaction of every
one, a fresh steady breeze was blowing down the river. The men were
roused up, and eagerly made their way, crouching as before, among the
brushwood to the bank. Here they lay down at the foot of the
rocket-stands, ready at a preconcerted signal to start up and open their
fire. At any moment, had they been discovered, the guns from the
battery might have opened on them and blown them to atoms; but,
fortunately, the eyes of the enemy were turned up the stream towards the
point from whence the ships were expected to appear. Two guns fired
from the flagship was to be the signal that the fleet had got under
weigh. About nine AM, the welcome sound reached their ears, a long pole
with the flag of Old England fastened at the end was to be planted on
the top of the bank, at the elevation of which the first discharge of
rockets was to take place. With eager eyes they watched for the
appearance of the squadron; the ships of war were at length seen, the
steamers leading, followed by a line of merchantmen, one coming after
the other till the sternmost was lost in the distance. It was a grand
sight as they came silently gliding on till the leading ships got within
range of the batteries. The instant they did so they commenced firing
their shells with admirable precision. At length the leading ships
reached the channel, which lay between the cliffs and the island; the
long-looked-for moment had arrived; the commander of the expedition
waved his cap, when Jack, who had charge of the flagstaff, leapt boldly
up on the bank and planted it in the ground. The ensign flew out to the
breeze: it was the signal for the first discharge of rockets. Up,
hissing loudly, they flew, while Jack, taking off his cap, made a polite
bow to the enemy, and quickly leapt off the bank under shelter. The
rockets curving over the heads of the ships, two of them pitched into
the very centre of the most crowded part of the batteries, completely
driving the gunners from their guns, two went over their heads, and two
stuck in the cliffs beneath them. The elevation of the rocket-stands
which had been wrongly pointed being quickly rectified, they were once
more charged, and as soon as the enemy had returned to their guns and
were looking along the sights to take aim at the steamers, Lieutenant
Mackinnon jumped up on the embankment, thoughtless of how he was
exposing himself, and sung out--
"Pepper, lads! pepper! pepper pepper!"
Up flew the rockets with admirable aim, scattering destruction among the
men thickly crowded in the batteries.
Those who were not killed deserted their guns. The slaughter among the
troops of Rosas must have been terrific. In one minute forty rockets
were poured in among them. A still louder sound was then heard, and
smoke and flames were seen ascending from the batteries, a rocket had
penetrated an ammunition cart, which had blown up, increasing the
confusion. All this time the fleet of merchantmen had been gradually
approaching. The men-of-war having already passed, had taken up a
position from which they could throw their shells into the batteries; so
what with the shells from the ships' guns, and the flights of rockets,
the gunners, even though driven back again and again to their guns, were
unable to take aim at the ships. While the batteries were shrouded by
the smoke from the ammunition waggon, the grass under the bank catching
fire, the rocket party were surrounded by so dense an atmosphere that it
was impossible for some moments to see what was going forward. The
wind, however, soon blew the murky veil aside, when the white sails of
the merchantmen, the sun shining brightly on them, were seen gliding by,
flights of rockets being sent up the whole time in rapid succession,
till the sternmost ship of the squadron was well out of range of the
batteries.
The enemy now directed their fire at the island, aiming at the
flagstaff, which, however, was some distance from the rocket party.
Though the shot came plunging down on either side, the flag still waved
defiantly in their faces, while the rockets continued to be sent up; but
at length the enemy, discovering the point from whence they came, turned
their guns in the right direction. The shot, however, either buried
themselves in the bank, or flying over the heads of the gallant little
band, went bounding away across the island. The signal of recall was
now seen flying from the flagship, and the order for decamping was
given, the people being directed to scatter as widely as possible, and
to make their way as rapidly as they could, without exposing themselves
more than was necessary, to the boat.
The men shouldered the rocket-stands, the remaining rockets, and
everything belonging to them.
"We must not leave the flagstaff behind," cried Jack; springing to the
top of the bank, he hauled it out of the ground, and waving it in the
faces of the enemy, leapt down again, just in time to escape a shot
which came flying over his head.
"Now, lads, run for it!" cried the officer in command; and at the word
the whole party set off, scampering along through the brushwood towards
the boat, while the shot came whistling after them, clipping off the
branches of the trees on either side, or plunging into the ground behind
them, or whistling over their heads; but thick as had been the shower of
iron missiles, when they reached the boat, to their mutual satisfaction,
not a single man had been hit. The boat was quickly cleared of the
willows which concealed her, and shoved out into the stream.
"Out, oars!" was the word, and away she flew down the river to join the
squadron. As they passed the large island, to the south of the one they
had occupied, they observed three merchant men which had got on shore,
from keeping too much over to the east side. The boats of the squadron
had just come up, and were engaged in hauling them off; two were got
free, but the third being immoveable, was set on fire to prevent the
enemy from benefiting by her cargo. No other vessel was lost, but
slight damage was suffered by even those most exposed to the enemy's
guns, and not a man was hit.
The flames of the burning vessel cast a lurid glare from bank to bank,
as the fleet with flying colours proceeded down the broad stream on
their voyage to Monte Video.
Rosas made no further attempt to molest them; he had received a lesson
which he was not likely to forget; his power was broken, and he soon
afterwards had to fly the country.
The British and French squadron, on their arrival at Monte Video, found,
however, that there was still work to be done. Some of the allies of
Rosas had been engaged in attempting its capture, but they were quickly
put to flight, and a body of marines and bluejackets were sent on shore,
to assist the inhabitants in placing the city in a better position of
defence.