HOW THE TROY GALLANTS CHALLENGED THE LOOE DIEHARDS.
That it was the Major's idea goes without saying. At Looe they had
neither the originality for it nor the enterprise.
I have already told you with what sardonic emphasis he quoted the
saying that 'twas hardly worth while for Great Britain to go to war
merely to prove that she could put herself in a good posture for
defence. The main secret of strategy, he would add, is to impose
your idea of the campaign on your enemy; to take the initiative out
of his hands; to throw him on the defensive and keep him nervously
speculating what move of yours may be a feint and what a real attack.
If the Ministry had given the Major his head, so to speak, Agincourt
at least might have been repeated.
But since it enforced him to wait on the enemy's movements, at least
(said he) let us be sure that our defence is secure. Concerning the
Troy battery he had not a doubt; but over the defences of Looe he
could not but feel perturbed. To be sure, Looe's main battery stood
out of reach of harm, but with the compensating disadvantage of being
able to inflict none. This seemed to him a grave engineering
blunder: but to impart his misgivings to an officer so sensitive as
Captain Aeneas Pond of the East and West Looe Volunteer Artillery was
a delicate matter, and cost him much anxious thought.
At length he hit on a plan at once tactful and so bold that it
concealed his tact. Between Looe and Troy, but much nearer to Looe,
lies Talland Cove, a pretty recess of the coast much favoured in
those days by smugglers as being lonely and well sheltered, with a
nicely shelving beach on which, at almost any state of the tide, an
ordinary small boat could be run and her cargo discharged with the
greatest ease. A shelving ridge on the eastern side of the cove had
only to be known to be avoided, and the run of sea upon the beach
could be disregarded in any but a strong southerly wind.
Now, where the free-traders could so easily land a cargo, it stood to
reason that Bonaparte (were he so minded) could land an invading
force. Nay, once on a time the French had actually forced this very
spot. A short way up the valley behind the cove stood a mill; and of
that mill this story was told. About the time of the Wars of the
Roses, the miller there gave entertainment to a fellow-miller from
the Breton coast opposite, who had crossed over--or so he pretended--
to learn by what art the English ground finer corn than the French.
Coming by hazard to this mill above Talland, he was well entertained
for a month or more And dismissed with a blessing; but only to return
to his own country, collect a band of men and cross to Talland Cove,
where on a Christmas Eve he surprised his late host at supper, bound
him, haled him down to the shore, carried him off to Brittany, and
there held him at ransom. The ransom was paid, and our Cornish
miller, returning, built himself a secret cupboard behind the chimney
for a hiding-place against another such mishap. That hiding-place
yet existed, and formed (as the Major well knew) a capital
store-chamber for the free-traders.
The Major, then, having carefully studied Talland Cove, with its
approaches, and the lie of the land to the east and west and
immediately behind it, sat down and indited the following letter:
"Dear Pond,--I have been thinking over the military situation,
and am of opinion that if the enemy once effected a lodgment in
Looe, we in Troy might have difficulty in dislodging him.
Have you considered the danger of Talland Cove and the
accessibility of your town from that quarter? And would you and
your corps entertain the idea of a descent of my corps upon
Talland one of these nights as a friendly test?--Believe me,
yours truly,"
"Sol Hymen (_Major_)."
"To Captain Aeneas Pond, Commanding the East and West Looe
Volunteer Artillery."
To this Captain Pond made answer:
"Dear Hymen,--The military situation here is practically
unchanged. We have had some bronchial trouble among the older
members of the corps in consequence of the severe east winds
which prevailed up to last week; but on the whole we have
weathered the winter beyond expectation. A slight outbreak of
whooping-cough towards the end of February was confined to the
juveniles of the town, and left us unaffected.
"Seeing that I make a practice of walking over to Talland to
bathe at least twice a week during the summer months, I ought to
be acquainted with the dangers of the Cove, as well as its
accessibility. The temperature of the water is of
extraordinarily low range, and will compare in the mean (I am
told) with the Bay of Naples. My informant was speaking of
ordinary years. Vesuvius in eruption would no doubt send the
figures up.
"By all means march your men over to Talland; and if the weather
be tolerable we will await you there and have a dinner ready at
the Sloop. Our Assurance Fund has a surplus this year, which,
in my opinion, would be well expended in entertaining our
brothers-in-arms. But do not make the hour too late, or I shall
have trouble with the Doctor. What do you say to 3.30 p.m., any
day after this week?--Yours truly,
Aen. Pond.
"To the Worshipful the Mayor of Troy (Major S. Hymen),
Commanding the Troy Volunteer Artillery."
The Major replied:
"Dear Pond,--In speaking of the enemy, I referred to the Corsican
and his minions rather than to the whooping-cough or any similar
epidemic. It struck me that the former (being flat-bottomed)
might with great ease effect a landing in Talland Cove and fall
on your flank in the small hours of the morning, creating a
situation with which, single-handed, you might find it difficult
to cope. My suggestion then would be that, as a test, we
arranged a night together for a surprise attack, our corps here
acting as a friendly foe.
"With so gallant an enemy I feel a diffidence in discussing the
bare contingency of our success. But it may reassure the
non-combatant portion of your population in East and West Looe
if I add that 72 _per centum_ of my corps are married men, and
that I accept no recruit without careful inquiry into character.
"By direct assault I know you to be impregnable. The reef off
your harbour would infallibly wreck any ship that tried to
approach within the range of your battery (270 point-blank, I
believe); and my experience with a picnic party last summer
convinced me that to discharge the complement of even half a
dozen boats by daylight on your quay requires a degree of method
which in a night attack would almost certainly be lacking.
Our boats would not be flat bottomed, but only partially so:
enough for practical purposes.
"I do not apprehend any casualties. With a little forethought we
may surely avoid the confusion incident to a night surprise,
while carrying it out in all essentials. But I may mention
that we have a well-found hospital in Troy, that we should bring
our own stretcher-party, and that our honorary surgeon,
Mr. Hansombody, is a licentiate of the Apothecaries' Hall, in
London.--I am, my dear Pond, yours truly,"
"Sol. Hymen (_Major_)."
"Confound this fire-eater!" sighed Captain Pond. "I knew, when they
told me he had founded a hospital, he wouldn't be satisfied till he'd
filled it." Yet he could scarcely decline the challenge.
"My dear Major,--In these critical times, when Great Britain
calls upon her sons to consolidate their ranks in face of the
Invader, I should have thought it wiser to keep as many as
possible in health and fighting condition than to incur the
uncertain risks of such a nocturnal adventure as you propose.
I think it due to myself to make this clear, and you will credit
me that I have, or had, no other reason for demurring. It does
not become me, however, to argue with my superior in military
rank; and again, the tone of your last communication makes it
impossible for me to decline without bringing the spirit of my
Corps under suspicion. I cannot do them this injustice.
His Majesty, I dare to say, has no braver, no more gallant
subjects, than the inhabitants of East and West Looe; and if, or
when, you choose to invade us you may count on a determined
resistance and, at its conclusion, on a hearty invitation to
supper, or breakfast, as the length of the operations may
dictate.--I am, yours truly,"
"Aen. Pond (_Capt_. E. and W.L.V.A.)."
"P.S.--If you will accept a suggestion, it is that on the night
of the 30th of April, or in the early hours of May morning,
large numbers of our inhabitants fare out to the neighbouring
farmhouses to eat cream and observe other unwholesome but
primitive and interesting ceremonies before day-break.
A similar custom, I hear, prevails at Troy. Now it occurs to me
that if we agreed upon that date for our surprise attack, we
should, so to speak, be killing two birds with one stone, and at
a season when the night air in some degree loses its
insalubrity.
"P.P.S.--You will, of course, take care--it is the essence of our
agreement--that all ammunition shall be strictly blank.
And pray bring your full band. Though superfluous before and
during the surprise, their strains will greatly enhance the
subsequent festivities."
Thus did Captain Pond accept our challenge. The Major acknowledged
its acceptance in the following brief note:
"My dear Pond,--Your letter has highly gratified me.
Between this and April 30th I will make occasion to meet you and
arrange details. Meanwhile, could you discover and send the
correct words and tune of an old song I remember hearing sung,
when I was a boy, in honour of your town? It was called, I
think, 'The George of Looe'; and if between this and then our
musicians learnt to play it, I daresay your men would appreciate
the compliment from their (temporary) foes.--Yours truly,"
"Sol. Hymen (_Major_)."
But this was before our Vicar's announcement of the Millennium.
Captain Pond promised to obtain, if possible, the words and music of
the old song. "Courtesies such as yours," he wrote, "refine the
spirit, while they mitigate the ferocity, of warfare."