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[Illustration: “‘WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?’”]
WITH PERRY ON LAKE ERIE
A TALE OF 1812
BY
JAMES OTIS
AUTHOR OF “THE CHARMING SALLY,” “AN AMATEUR
FIREMAN,” “JOEL HARFORD,” ETC., ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY
WILLIAM F. STECHER
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND CHICAGO
W. A. WILDE COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1899,
BY W. A. WILDE COMPANY.
_All rights reserved._
WITH PERRY ON LAKE ERIE.
TO THE READER.
Some explanation regarding the method of dealing with facts as set
down in this tale should, perhaps, be made. Let it first be understood
that no liberty has been taken with the names or movements of those
men or boys introduced herein. Much of the incident has been taken
from manuscript, the correctness of which cannot be doubted, and all
has been verified by reference to our standard histories. In no single
instance has any departure been made from the truth, even though the
interest of the story might have been increased by a more decided
flavor of romance,--notably during the time when the American fleet lay
in Presque Isle bay, useless because lacking men.
It seems fitting that Commodore Perry’s deeds should be related from
the standpoint of that younger brother who shared his troubles as he
did his triumphs, whether the same be set forth as reading for adults,
or young people; because it must be admitted that he who won such a
glorious victory on Lake Erie was hardly more than a boy. Very young
people look upon one who has seen twenty-seven years of this world’s
battle as an elderly person; but those who have passed the noon of life
are prone to speak of such as “lads,” and therefore is this essentially
a story of young people.
JAMES OTIS.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. PRESQUE ISLE 11
II. SNUG QUARTERS 29
III. THE ESCAPE 46
IV. THE ATTACK 62
V. THE BRITISH FLEET 79
VI. LEON MARCHAND 96
VII. IN HIDING 112
VIII. A CLOSE SHAVE 131
IX. A BLOODLESS VICTORY 150
X. THE TRAITOR 168
XI. CROSSING THE BAR 186
XII. PUT-IN-BAY 203
XIII. CRUISING 221
XIV. SAIL HO! 240
XV. THE FIRST SHOT 257
XVI. THE BATTLE 275
XVII. VICTORY 293
ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE
“‘WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?’” _Frontispiece_ 32
“CAPTAIN PERRY HAD LEAPED OVERBOARD FROM THE FOREMOST
OF THE FLEET OF BOATS” 74
“I STRETCHED FORTH MY HAND TO TOUCH HIM” 130
“HE STEPPED ASHORE, AND AN INSTANT LATER WAS LOST TO VIEW” 224
“‘AY, AY, SIR, HOIST IT!’” 263
WITH PERRY ON LAKE ERIE.
A Tale of 1812.
CHAPTER I.
PRESQUE ISLE.
Perhaps there is no good reason why I should set down here any especial
mention of Presque Isle,[1] for every boy knows it is located on the
shore of Lake Erie, and, because of the peninsula jutting out from the
mainland of the State of Pennsylvania, can boast of an exceedingly good
harbor.
It is a lame beginning to the story I want to tell, this opening
with the admission that there may be no reason for making a certain
statement; but I am not quick at tasks of the kind it is proposed this
shall be, and one mistake among the many I shall probably make will not
be noticed.
Even now I have failed to begin the yarn to my satisfaction; but I have
written and rubbed out so much already, that the lines above must
stand as they are set down, else I may never arrive at the beginning of
such a tale as few lads can tell of their own experience.
That I am making any attempt at doing what nature fitted me for with
such a niggardly hand, is due to Alexander Perry, brother of that
Oliver H. Perry who proved himself so great a hero here on the waters
of Lake Erie, when he gave the King of England a second and much-needed
lesson. He, meaning Alec, and I saw much of service in the war so
lately ended with honor to the people of the United States. Although he
was but thirteen years of age, and I only two years older, we passed
through many adventures together, shared many hardships, and ever
remained close comrades from the day of our first meeting.
The war having come to an end, and we about to separate after three
years of service, he said to me:--
“Dick, it is for you to set down, in such fair script as you can
master, the story of what we have done these many months past, so that
in the years to come those who live hereabouts may know we were not
idle when the British king provoked this nation past endurance.”
I would have insisted, as is true, that he was better able to perform
the task than I, who had learned but little in schools, because there
were none hereabouts; but the lad declared I was the one above all
others to do the work, and here am I, casting about in my mind as to
how the tale can best be set down in readable fashion.
Presque Isle, to hark back to the beginning, was the settlement which
my father, Captain Daniel Dobbins, decided upon as the proper place in
which to build his home, and within a stone’s throw of the blockhouse
erected by General Wayne after he had whipped the Indians in Maumee
Valley, I was born. Here I lived while my father sailed on the lake,
becoming known far and wide as the most skilful navigator of Erie’s
waters, until war was declared, and then I had the satisfaction of
calling myself the son of the man who, after having been called to
Washington to give advice to the high officials there, was appointed a
sailing-master in the navy.
It was in September of the year 1812 that my father received a
commission from the Government, and straightway he began building two
gunboats, each with a fifty-foot keel, seventeen-foot beam, and a
five-foot hold, counting on having them ready for service as soon as
the ice should leave the lake.
Ebenezer Crosby was the carpenter in charge of the work, and under him
were mustered all the laborers to be found within fifty miles of the
settlement. Even boys were hired, I among the number, and all of us
youngsters counted on being given a chance to ship as members of the
crews when the vessels were launched.
It was on the 27th day of March, in the year 1813, that a young man
and a lad drove up to the door of the Erie Hotel in Presque Isle, and
we of the village soon came to know that the strangers were brothers,
the elder being a captain in the navy, by name Oliver H. Perry, and the
other, Alexander, who at once became a dear comrade of mine.
As the only representative of the Government in Presque Isle, my father
was summoned to confer with the officer, and quite by chance I was
allowed to accompany him to the hotel.
There, while our elders discussed the best means of building such a
fleet as might give successful battle to the enemy, who had already
made threats as to what would be done when the lake was free from ice,
Alec and I made each other’s acquaintance.
He told me that his brother, the captain, had been in command of a
small fleet of gunboats at the Newport station; but, eager to see more
active service, had applied for a command on the lakes. On the first of
February, in this same year, he had received orders from the Secretary
of the Navy commanding him to report, with one hundred and fifty men,
to Commodore Chauncey, then stationed at Sackett’s Harbor.
The force was sent ahead in three detachments, and the captain, with
Alec, set out in a sleigh through the wilderness. They arrived at
Sackett’s Harbor on the third of March, and stayed there a fortnight,
expecting each day an attack by the enemy. Then Captain Perry was
ordered to Presque Isle to push forward the work my father had begun,
and thus were we two lads brought together.
Now the gunboats were not the only vessels building by this time. The
keels of two twenty-gun brigs and a clipper schooner were laid down
near the mouth of Cascade Creek, and a huge quantity of timber had been
felled nearabout ready for the workmen. There was no time in which to
season the stuff, and I have seen planking bent on the ribs of a brig
within four and twenty hours from the fall of the tree. In fact, my
father had a small fleet in process of construction, and Captain Perry
was pleased to compliment him for his activity and good judgment.
Sixty men had volunteered under Captain Foster to guard the shipyards
against a possible attack by the Britishers, and all the workmen were
drilled each evening in the manual of arms, therefore our village
presented a very lively and warlike appearance.
While Alec was telling me his story, and I explaining to him all I
had done in the work of preparation, our elders had decided as to
what further steps should be taken. Captain Perry was to go at once
to Pittsburg to send on the necessary supplies, while my father would
journey to Buffalo in quest of men and ammunition.
So urgent was the need that no time was spent by either of these
officers in repose after once a definite plan was formed; but both set
out that same night, and Alexander was left in my charge, a fact which
made me feel a certain sense of responsibility and much pride.
It would seem as if I had written over-much in my attempt to give
whoever may read these pages a fair idea of how we two--meaning Alec
Perry and I--came together, and yet a few more lines of dry detail are
necessary for a better understanding of what may follow.
At this time our defences consisted of a small battery and a blockhouse
on the bluff at the entrance of the harbor; between them and the town
were the old French fort and another small blockhouse. Opposite the
town, on the peninsula to the westward of Little Bay, stood a third
blockhouse, a storehouse and a hospital, which last buildings were
erected after we received word that Captain Perry had been sent to
Presque Isle. The gunboats were on the stocks in front of the village;
while west of the settlement, at the mouth of Cascade Creek, where was
a blockhouse for the protection of the shipyard, the brigs and the
schooner were being built.
My home was on the shore of the harbor midway between the old French
fort and the first-mentioned shipyard, and there it was Alec Perry
lodged, sleeping in the same bed with me on the night after our first
meeting.
Before departing on his journey to Buffalo, my father said to me:--
“You and young Perry are not to remain idle while I am away. It is
necessary a message be sent the workmen on the Point, and early
to-morrow morning you shall set out with it. You should be able to go
and return in two hours, now the ice is in such good condition for
skating; but I propose that you remain there three days, going out
on the lake a distance of eight or ten miles every night and morning
to learn if the enemy are abroad. In other words, you two youngsters
are to act as scouts during my absence. Do not run unnecessary risks,
and in case of a snow-storm you will remain under cover, for I am not
minded to hear on my return that you have come to an untimely end.”
It puffed me up with pride to have such a commission as this, and
Alec’s eyes glistened as my father spoke, for he was a brave lad, as
has since been proven more than once when I have come nigh to showing
the white feather.
There was more in the mission, as we two lads understood it, than had
been put into words; surely if we could be depended upon to keep watch
over the harbor at a time when there was every reason to believe the
enemy might be making ready at the mouth of the Niagara River for an
attack upon Presque Isle, then for a certainty we might count ourselves
the same as having been accepted members of whatsoever crew we chose to
join.
There was very little sleep for us on this first night of comradeship,
and I believe had either proposed to set out that very hour, the other
would have gladly acceded to the proposition. We did succeed, however,
in curbing ambition until slumber closed our eyelids, and when my
mother awakened me next morning the time for action had arrived.
It was not a difficult matter to borrow a pair of skates in Presque
Isle, for there was hardly a person in the village who did not own
what, to us on the shore of the lake, was almost indispensable during
the winter months.
The ice was in prime condition when we two made ready for the short
journey across to the Point, and the preparations consisted of nothing
more than buckling on our skates. We wore such clothing as might
be needed, and there was no necessity of burdening ourselves with
provisions, because the men at the blockhouse would supply us with food
as well as lodging.
But for my being unused to this work of writing, and finding it
difficult to set down the words in clerkly fashion, I might say much
concerning the blockhouse on the Point and its occupants.
There were men of eighty years, and lads younger than Alec, among the
party who called themselves the “garrison,” and all of them were known
to me; therefore it was much like being among kinsfolk to be quartered
with them.
During the first two days Alec and I had plenty of company when we
glided over the smooth ice, up the lake in the direction of Niagara
River, on what we were pleased to call scouting expeditions; and but
for the fact that young Perry insisted upon considering himself in the
backwoods, we should have gotten on famously with the young members of
the garrison.
Alec, however, having just come from Newport, and not yet used to
our customs, persisted in speaking of the surroundings as if he
believed himself in an uncivilized country, and many of the lads were
disgruntled because, as they said, he put on airs.
To this charge Alec is now willing to plead guilty, although at the
time I question if he realized how greatly he set himself above us,
until after coming to understand that he had much to learn from the
people of Presque Isle.
All this may seem trifling matter to set down on the pages of what is
intended to be the story of how Oliver Perry made himself famous on
Lake Erie; but yet it led us into an adventure which came near costing
the country the unfinished vessels that were sadly needed, and us our
lives.
Four times had we left the blockhouse, accompanied by a dozen or more
lads, and skated ten or fifteen miles up the lake and back. Then our
companions, taking offence at some idle words used by Alec, declared
they would not set out with us again.
It was a threat which had but little weight with my comrade or myself,
since we had a desire to be alone with each other, and on the morning
of the third day, when the sky was gray with threatening-looking
clouds, we left the blockhouse, counting to return there but once more
before going home, for the time set by my father had come to an end.
Whether we should continue this sport of playing at being scouts, we
had decided to leave to Noah Brown, a shipwright who came from New York
City, and who was in charge of the works at Presque Isle during my
father’s absence.
“I regret that the lads were offended with my idle words of yesterday;
but yet it is pleasant to set out alone with you, Dicky,” Alec said,
as we skimmed over the smooth ice in such direction as would bring us
to the easternmost battery on the opposite shore. “One might think, to
hear those in the garrison talk, that we were surrounded by Britishers,
and I have been waiting for an opportunity to ask if you believe the
enemy to be near at hand.”
“Believe it? I know it to be a fact, Alec. The redcoats are in strong
force at the mouth of the Niagara, and certain it is that as soon as
the ice breaks up, you will see them in such numbers as to make you
alarmed for the safety of our works.”
“The Britishers outnumbered our people when the independence of this
country was gained, but that did not frighten those who wore the
Continental uniform.”
“Yet there were many dark days then, Alec, and I have heard my
grandfather say that often and again did he believe we should be
finally whipped into submission. I am unwilling to declare that there
are any here who _fear_ the result of this war; but yet I could point
out twenty as brave men as might be found, who believe that we as a
nation are all too weak to take up arms against so powerful a country
as England. It is certain that unless our ships are built, launched,
and gotten out of the harbor very soon after the ice breaks up, Presque
Isle is in great danger of being captured; and that I have heard my
father say a dozen times.”
“It is strange that the redcoats fail to show themselves,” the lad said
musingly, as if ready to doubt my statement regarding the nearness of
the Britishers.
“Yet you and your brother, while on the way from Buffalo, heard that
the enemy knew what was being done here, and was about to make an
attack.”
“Yes, and Oliver pressed forward hurriedly, fearing lest we might
arrive too late. But now, because no movement has been made, I think he
is inclined to doubt the correctness of the statement.”
At the time Alec made this remark we had covered two-thirds of the
distance between Presque Isle and Long Point, having gone directly
across the lake toward the Canadian side, and then it was that the snow
began to fall.
My comrade was heedless of the danger which beset us, because ignorant
regarding it, and when I proposed that we turn back at once, making
all haste to gain the village or the blockhouse, he said in a tone
bordering on that of contempt:--
“You may go if you please; but I count on keeping straight ahead until
a good view of the enemy’s country can be had.”
“We are full twenty miles from home, Alec,” I replied, giving no heed
to his tone, which at another time might have aroused me to anger.
“It is thirty miles from Little Bay to Long Point, and you who are
unaccustomed to skating such long distances cannot cover it and return
in a single day.”
“It makes little difference to me if the journey occupies us well into
the night, for then we shall be saved the necessity of going back to
the blockhouse where those country louts are free to air their supposed
wit.”
I saw at once that it was useless for me to make any attempt at
dissuading him from his purpose by the argument that he could not
endure the fatigue, although knowing full well that such was the case,
therefore I tried another tack which, with a lad who had lived on the
shore of the lake, would have been sufficient.
“In a snow-storm neither you nor I can skate or walk in a direct line
on the ice, and the bravest man in Pennsylvania would hesitate long
before making an attempt to travel ten miles after the storm which now
threatens has come in good earnest.”
“Then we may as well keep on as to turn back,” he said, increasing his
speed, thus forcing me to renewed exertions, for I was not minded he
should run into danger alone.
During ten minutes or more I said all a lad might to dissuade a
headstrong comrade from running into such peril as I knew was in store
for us, providing we continued straight ahead.
I reminded him that my father’s orders for us to remain under cover
in case of a snow-storm were positive, and that they would not have
been given without good cause. I also suggested that the brother of a
captain in the navy should be more careful than another to render due
obedience to those who were in command over him, and referred to my
father’s commission as sailing-master in the navy to show that either
of us, while acting as scouts, must look upon him as our superior
officer.
To all my arguments and entreaties he had but a single reply:--
“We are nearer the Canadian shore than the American, and there is less
danger in going ahead than in returning.”
When I urged that by going back we should be among friends, while to
continue on was, perchance, to find ourselves in the hands of the
Britishers, he accused me of showing the white feather, and repeated
the nursery rhyme of the lad who lived in the woods, and was scared by
an owl.
I think it was that bit of doggerel which caused me to forget prudence
in order that I might prove myself as brave as he, and yet I did but
write myself down a fool, as one certainly is who ventures with no good
reason into danger.
The snow did not fall in any great volume. It came gently, and with
that steadiness which betokens the beginning of a long, severe storm,
and yet I skated on by his side, angry with myself for so doing, but
lacking the courage to insist upon his going back.
The ice was as smooth as glass; there was not a breath of wind to
impede our progress, and I believe we were covering no less than a mile
every four or five minutes.
When, as nearly as I could judge, we had continued this mad chase for
half an hour, Alec threw himself upon the ice, declaring he must have a
breathing spell.
“I’m not up to this work as you are,” he said with a laugh, “and
therefore am the more easily winded; but when it comes to endurance,
you shall see that I am quite your equal. Ten minutes of a rest now,
and I will not ask for a second halt until we stand on his Majesty’s
soil.”
“Ay, and what then?” I asked, speaking sharply, for my patience was
well-nigh exhausted, to say nothing of the fact that fear was creeping
into my heart rapidly. “What will it avail us to stand on his Majesty’s
soil?”
“Why, simply this, Dicky Dobbins,” Alec replied with a hearty laugh.
“We shall go back to Presque Isle, among those who are so valiant while
at home, and say we have entered the enemy’s country and returned in
safety. We can also report that there are no redcoats nearabout to
disturb the faint-hearted Pennsylvanians.”
“It will be a long day before we return, unless this storm clears away
very soon, and of that there is no likelihood,” I replied moodily. “We
are risking our lives--and it is no less than that, I assure you--for
nothing but a whim of yours, which, when gratified, is of no benefit.”
“If you are taking it so much to heart, Dicky, we’ll turn back now,”
and in a twinkling, as it were, Alec was the same cheery, honest lad I
had believed him to be these two days past; but alas, his cheeriness,
and his honesty, and his good comradeship had returned to him too late.
“We must push forward now, for I dare not make the attempt to go back.
The Canadian shore should be within four or five miles, and if it
please God we’ll gain it before the smother thickens.”
I think my words, and the tone in which they were spoken, gave the lad
a sense of fear for the first time since we had set out. He looked
about him with the air of one who suddenly discovers something, and
then turning to me said softly, but with a manner that went straight to
my heart:--
“I am sorry, Dicky, that I was so foolish. I have led you into this
trouble, and you must lead me out; but my word upon it, that from this
moment so long as we stay in this portion of the country, I will ever
take your advice.”
He clasped my hand as if to ask pardon, and at that moment I felt a
breath of air from the northeast. The snowflakes were suddenly whirled
with that giddy, dancing motion which so bewilders one, telling me how
great the danger, and how short a time we had in which to escape.
“Get up,” I said almost roughly. “Keep your wits about you and bend
every energy toward going forward in a straight line; for once we
become confused, there is little likelihood of our gaining either shore
before the cold lulls us to sleep.”
Then, and I can hardly realize now how it occurred, before he could
rise to his feet it was as if we were completely surrounded by armed
men, and it needed not their speech to tell both of us that we were
prisoners.
The Britishers were nearer than even I had imagined, and perchance
by this mad trick of Alec’s, Presque Isle would be captured; for the
people there were depending upon us to give an alarm in case the enemy
appeared upon the lake.
We had been false to the trust my father reposed in us, and who could
say how much of harm to our country might result?
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Now known as the city of Erie.