"What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream;
'Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!"
--Francis Scott Key.
"Hurrah! the foes are moving. Hark to the mingled din
Of fife, and steed, and trump, and drum, and roaring culverin!
Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France,
Charge for the golden lilies now--upon them with the lance!"
--"The Battle of Ivry," Macaulay.
Would the escape be discovered at once? The maidens asked this over and
over as they crept into bed, and lay listening to every sound with
feverish expectancy. But the night hours came and went, bringing with
them no incident that betokened any unusual commotion in the camp. So,
declaring that naught was to be learned until morning, Harriet dropped
into slumber. Not so Peggy.
With the first faint streaks of the dawn sounded the bugle and drum beat
of the reveille, and she arose, dressed, and went down to the small
portico in front of the house, hoping to hear something which would
assure her that Drayton had not been retaken.
The sweet coolness of the early morning came restfully after the
excitement of the night, and under its pleasantness Peggy felt all her
anxieties fade away, and in their stead there came a deep feeling of
peace. Over the world the darkness of the night still brooded, but
lightly like a thin curtain whose filmy meshes were even now dissolving
under the growing brightness. All the stars save the morning one had
been extinguished by the gray dawn, and this first messenger of the day
still hung tremblingly in the east, a prophet sign of the light and
glory to follow. From the distance came the noises of the great camp,
and from a neighboring bush sounded the melody of a mocking-bird. The
world was sweet and fair, and life, in spite of dark moments, was well
worth while. Peggy had reached this point in her musings when the voice
of Colonel Owen startled her:
"You are up early, my little cousin. I feared that you would not sleep."
There was an unwonted note of solicitude in his tones, and it came to
the girl with something of a shock that he was thinking of the execution
which was to have taken place at this hour. She opened her lips eagerly
to reply, and then there came the thought that not yet could she declare
her thankfulness until the escape had become known.
"Sometimes," continued the colonel coming from the door to her side,
"sometimes, Peggy, 'tis wise to move about in sorrow. Action distracts
the mind, and anything that draws the thoughts from grief is of benefit.
Come, my little cousin! let's you and I go to see the sun rise over the
river. 'Tis said to be wondrously beautiful. Will you come?"
"Yes," answered she gently, touched by his thought of her.
"We shall have just time to reach the point," he said leading the way to
the gate, "but there will be need for haste."
The main street of the village faced the river, and this they followed
eastward. The way led by the hut where Drayton had been confined, and
Peggy glanced quickly at it. It was closed and apparently deserted, with
no sign of sentinel, or guard. She gave a sigh of relief. William Owen's
brow contracted in a frown.
"Peggy, I did not think," he exclaimed with contrition. "I forgot that
we should pass by the place."
"It doth not matter," she returned so cheerfully that his face
brightened. "Shall we go on, Cousin William?"
The walk took them through rows and rows of tents where the soldiers
were busily engaged in preparing breakfast, and on to a high point of
land far to the east of the village facing Chesapeake Bay.
The shadows still lay darkly under trees and shrubs. The distant woods
were veiled and still, but already in the east a faint rose bloom was
creeping. Below them was the river and on its broad bosom floated the
British ships. The soft murmur of the waves as they caressed the shore
came ripplingly with musical rhythm. The color of the sky deepened and
grew to deepest crimson, and water, tents, woods and fields bloomed and
blushed under the roseate effulgence. Great shafts of golden light
flamed suddenly athwart the rosy clouds. The green of the woods, and the
purple mists of the horizon became gradually discernible. The waters
were tinged with rainbow hues. As the crimson, and purple, and gold of
the river mingled with the gold, and purple, and crimson of the bay the
sun rose majestically from a sea of amber cloud. A wonderful blaze of
glory streamed over river and bay. Suddenly from around a bend to the
southward, as though they were part of the picture, three ships sailed
into the midst of the enchanting spectacle. Three ships, full rigged,
towering pyramids of sails, which moved with graceful dignity across the
broad expanse of glorified water, and came to rest like snowy sea-gulls
near the Gloucester shore.
"The French fleet," burst from Peggy's lips involuntarily.
"The French fleet! Nonsense! Girl, why do you say that?" exclaimed her
cousin. "What reason have you for thinking them so? No, they are the
ships that Sir Henry was to send as convoy to the transports. We have
expected them." He regarded the vessels keenly for a time, and all at
once an uneasy expression crossed his face.
"Why do they not answer the signals of the 'Charon'?" he muttered. "See!
They do not respond, yet our ship signals. Odds life, my cousin! I
believe that you are right."
Peggy began to tremble as Drayton's words came to her.
"If the French fleet comes, the end of the war comes with it." Could it
be? Was it in very truth the beginning of the end?
That for which the people prayed had come at last; for it was indeed the
French fleet, and with its coming came the dawn of victory. The sun of
Liberty was brightening into the full day of Freedom when, her last
fetter thrown aside, America should take her place among the nations.
"There is a fourth vessel coming," remarked Colonel Owen presently. "A
frigate this time. The others were ships of the line. We must go back,
Peggy. My Lord Cornwallis should know of this arrival."
With a great hope filling her heart Peggy followed him silently back to
the dwelling. He left her at the door, and hastened to the house of
Secretary Nelson, where the earl had his headquarters. Harriet was
already at the breakfast table.
"Where have you been, Peggy?" she asked. "Here I have searched all
through the house but could find no one. I was beginning to regard
myself as a deserted damsel. Were you seeking further adventures?"
"No, Harriet," Peggy laughed lightly. "I went with thy father to see the
sun rise over the river. 'Twas a beautiful sight. Thee must see it. Four
ships came while we were there and Cousin William hath gone to inform
Lord Cornwallis of the fact."
"The English fleet, I make no doubt," remarked Harriet carelessly. "I
think it hath been expected. Did'st see anything of Clifford?"
"No." A perplexed look shadowed Peggy's face. "Nor did I hear a word
anent the escape, Harriet. The hut was closed, and there was no sentry
about it. 'Tis strange that we have heard naught regarding the matter.
Would that Clifford would come."
As though in answer to her wish Clifford himself at this moment appeared
at the door. He was haggard and pale, and he sank into a chair as though
utterly weary.
"You are worn out, Clifford," exclaimed Harriet with some anxiety. "Have
a cup of tea. You take your military duties far too seriously, I fear
me."
"Yes, I will take the tea, Harriet," said the youth drearily. "Make it
strong, my sister. Everything hath gone awry. That Yankee captain
escaped."
"Escaped?" Harriet brought him the tea, which he quaffed eagerly. "Tell
us about it, Clifford. How did it happen?"
"I can't understand it," he said dejectedly. "'Tis more like magic than
aught else. When I got to the hut last night the sentries were there on
duty, but there was no guard. I asked where Samuels was, and was
astonished when they declared that I myself had sent him away an hour
before. Suspecting something wrong at this I went at once inside the
hut, and found it empty. The door was locked, the key in my possession
all the time, but Drayton was gone. As near as I can get at it some one
impersonated me, and released him. But how came any one by a key? There
was a plot on foot yesterday for his rescue. His parting remark to you,
Peggy, seemed to indicate that he expected something to happen, but I
thought that I had taken every precaution."
"Then he did escape, Clifford?" questioned Peggy eagerly.
"Yes," answered the lad with bitterness. "He escaped. I do not expect
you to be sorry, Peggy, but I would almost rather have died than to have
it happen while he was in my charge. 'Tis a dire misfortune."
"But not of such gravity as another that hath befallen us, my son," said
Colonel Owen coming into the room in time to hear the last remark. "The
French fleet hath entered the Chesapeake, and now lies at anchor off the
Gloucester shore. Peggy recognized it at once, though I see not how she
knew. His lordship hath despatched a courier to find if there are others
lower down the bay."
"Why should the coming of the French fleet be of such consequence?"
queried Harriet.
"It shuts off our communication with New York, which means that we can
receive neither supplies nor reinforcements from Sir Henry Clinton. If
our fleet doth not come to our assistance we may find ourselves in a
desperate situation."
"There is no cause for worry, sir," spoke Clifford. "If we are cut off
on the water side, what doth hinder us from retreating through North
Carolina to our forces further South?"
"Thee can't," uttered Peggy breathlessly. "I am sorry for thee, Cousin
William, and for thy army. Still I am glad that at last the long war may
be brought to a close."
"Peggy, just what do you mean?" demanded Colonel Owen sharply.
"I was considering our own forces," answered Peggy who had spoken
without thinking. "Would not the Marquis, and General Wayne, and all the
militia try to keep thy people from cutting through?"
"'Fore George, they would!" ejaculated the colonel. "At least they
should try. By all the laws of military warfare they should have us
surrounded, and if that be the case we are in for a siege. Come, Peggy,
you are improving. We shall have a warrior of you yet."
"Don't, Cousin William," cried Peggy. "'Tis not my wisdom at all. I but
repeat what I have heard."
"'Tis sound policy, wherever you may have heard it," declared Colonel
Owen. "Though I hope for our sakes that the rebels may not enforce it.
Come, my son. We have no time for further loitering."
Roused from his dream of security at last Cornwallis, as had been
foreseen, meditated a retreat through the Carolinas. It was too late.
The James River was filled with armed vessels covering the transfer of
French troops which had been brought to the assistance of Lafayette. He
reconnoitered Williamsburg, but found it was too strong to be forced.
Cut off in every direction, he now proceeded to strengthen his defenses,
sending repeated expresses to Sir Henry Clinton to apprise him of his
desperate situation.
The days that ensued were days of anxiety. All sorts of rumors were
afloat in the encircled garrison. One stood forth from among the rest
and was repeated insistently until at length it crystallized into
verity: Washington himself was coming with his army and the allies.
Colonel Owen's face was grave indeed as he confirmed the tidings.
"I cannot understand how the rebel general could slip away from the
Hudson with a whole army right under Sir Henry's nose," he complained.
"I know that the commander-in-chief expected an attack, and was
preparing for it; for that very reason he should have been more keenly
upon the alert. Where were his scouts, his spies, that he did not know
what his adversary was doing? Had he no secret service? He grows
sluggish, I fear me."
The situation brightened for Cornwallis when part of the English fleet
under Admiral Graves took a peep in at the Chesapeake, but only a slight
action with the French vessels followed, and then the English ships
sailed away to New York. Once more the black cloud lowered, and soon it
burst in all its fury over the doomed army. On the twenty-eighth of
September the videttes came flying in to report that the combined army
of Americans and French were advancing in force. Seeing himself
outflanked the British commander withdrew into the town and the inner
line of defenses, and began a furious cannonading to prevent the advance
of the allies. And now from Sir Henry came the cheering intelligence
that the British fleet would soon come to his relief.
Colonel Owen and Clifford were on duty almost constantly, and the two
girls were much alone. The servants left precipitately, and the maidens
gladly undertook the housework as a relief from anxiety. Soon the
firewood gave out, and they were reduced to the necessity of living on
uncooked food. Encompassed on every side there was no opportunity for
foraging, and the supplies of the garrison depleted rapidly. But
meagerness of rations could be borne better than sound of cannon,
although there was as yet no bombardment from the Americans--a state of
affairs, however, that did not last long.
On the afternoon of the eighth of October Peggy and Harriet sat on the
small portico of the dwelling listening to the cannonading which had
been going on all day from the British works.
"Harriet," spoke Peggy abruptly, "does thee remember that father is
outside there with the army?"
"Oh, Peggy," gasped her cousin. "How dreadful! Suppose that father, or
Clifford, should hurt him? Wouldn't it be awful?"
"Yes," assented Peggy paling. "Or if he should hurt them."
"There is not so much danger of that," said Harriet. "Clifford said that
while they seemed to be throwing up earthworks there had been no big
guns mounted, and he did not believe that the rebels had many. 'Twould
be a great task to transport heavy ordnance from the Hudson."
"But they have had the assistance of the French fleet," reminded Peggy.
"Thee should know by this time, Harriet, that if General Washington
undertakes aught, he does it thoroughly. I fear we shall find soon that
he hath brought all his artillery."
As if to confirm her words there came at this moment a deafening crash,
a tearing, screeching sound, as a solid shot tore through the upper
story of the house. The two maidens sprang to their feet, clasping each
other in terror. Long after Peggy learned that it was Washington himself
who had fired the shot. Instantly the roar of cannon and mortars
followed. The earth trembled under the thunder. The air was filled with
shot and shell, and roar of artillery. The bombardment of the town had
begun, and Earl Cornwallis had received his first salutation.
In the midst of the commotion Clifford came running.
"Get to the caves," he shouted. "Ye must not stay here."
Panic-stricken, the girls hastened after him to the bluff over the river
in the side of which caves had been dug in anticipation of this very
event.
"You should not be here, Peggy," said the youth when they had reached
the protection of the dugout. "If you wish I will try to get a flag to
send you outside. 'Tis no place for a rebel." This last he spoke with
some bitterness.
"And leave me alone, Peggy?" cried Harriet in dismay. "Oh, you would
not!"
"No, Harriet," answered Peggy who in truth would have preferred almost
any place to Yorktown at that moment. "I will not leave thee if thee
wishes me to stay."
"Then ye must go over to Gloucester Point," cried the lad. "'Tis said
that all the women and children are to be sent there."
"No," said Harriet decidedly. "We will stay right here. We will be safe,
and I will not leave you and father. Why, you both might be killed, or
wounded."
And from this stand neither Clifford nor her father could move her. The
time that followed was one to try the stoutest heart. The houses of the
village were honeycombed by shot. Scenes of horror were enacted which
passed all description. Shot and shell rained without cessation day and
night. Horses, for lack of forage, were slain by hundreds, and the girls
had no means of finding out if their own pets were included in the
slaughter. The shrieks and groans of the wounded mingled with the roar
of artillery, and added to the awfulness. And nearer, ever nearer,
approached the allies. The first parallel[[7]] of the Americans was
opened and passed.
From the outlying redoubts the British were forced backward, and the
second parallel opened. The situation was becoming desperate. The
defenses were crumbling under the heavy, unceasing fire. Abattis, and
parapet, and ditch were splintered, and torn, and leveled. The garrison
was losing many men, and closer still came the patriots. The end was
fast approaching. The Hector of the British army was opposed by a leader
who never left anything to chance.
And in the caves there was no occupation to relieve the tension, save
that of watching the shells. Peggy and Harriet stood at the entrance of
their dugout on the evening of the eleventh of October engaged in this
diversion. Sometimes the shells of the besieging army overreached the
town and fell beyond the bluff into the river, and bursting, threw up
great columns of water. In the darkness the bombs appeared like fiery
meteors with blazing tails. Suddenly from out of the clouds of smoke and
night a red-hot shell soared, curved, and fell upon the "Charon," the
British ship lying in the river. Almost instantly the vessel was
enwrapped in a torrent of fire which spread with vivid brightness among
the rigging, and ran with amazing rapidity to the top of the masts. From
water edge to truck the vessel was in flames. The "Guadalupe," lying
near by, together with two other smaller ships, caught fire also, and
all the river blazed in a magnificent conflagration. About and above
them was fire and smoke, while cannon belched thunder and flame.
"Oh, this awful war! This awful war!" shrieked Harriet suddenly. "I
shall go mad, Peggy."
Peggy drew her back within the cave. "Let us not look longer, Harriet,"
she said soothing the girl as she would a child. "I hope, I believe that
it will not last. How can it go on? Oh, Harriet, Harriet! we could bear
anything if it were quiet for only a little while."
"At first," sobbed Harriet, "I thought I could not bear for the British
to be beaten; but now if only father and Clifford are spared, I care
not."
It was near the end now. After a gallant sortie by which the English
regained a redoubt from the French only to lose it again, and after an
attempt to cut through on the Gloucester side of the river Cornwallis
gave way to despair. On the morning of the seventeenth Clifford came to
the cave. He was haggard, disheveled, and grimy with powder. Tears were
streaming from his eyes, and his appearance was so woebegone that the
maidens ran to him with cries of alarm.
"Harriet," he cried, flinging himself on the ground with a sob, "it's
all over! They are beating the parley."
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[7] Parallel--a line of entrenchments parallel to those of the British.