Produced by Al Haines
[Frontispiece: "Almost silently, with his stick drew the
wallet toward him."]
THE HERO OF TICONDEROGA
OR
ETHAN ALLEN AND HIS GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS
BY
JOHN DE MORGAN
AUTHOR OF
"Paul Revere,"
"The Young Ambassador,"
"The First Shot for Liberty."
"The Young Guardsman," etc.
PHILADELPHIA
DAVID McKAY, PUBLISHER
610 SOUTH WASHINGTON SQUARE
Copyright, 1896
By NORMAN L. MUNRO
The Hero of Ticonderoga
Table of Contents
Chapter
I. At the Courthouse
II. The Green Mountain Boys
III. A Child of Nature
IV. "The Rising of the Moon"
V. Defiance
VI. Before the Governor
VII. An Ambuscade
VIII. The Convention
IX. Treachery
X. Zeb's Double Dealing
XI. The Tables Turned
XII. The Opening of the War
XIII. Benedict Arnold
XIV. Arnold's Powers of Fascination
XV. The Hero of Ticonderoga
XVI. The Temptation
XVII. Crown Point
XVIII. "Who is Commander?"
XIX. News from Boston
XX. A Roadside Adventure
XXI. The Continental Progress
XXII. Eben's Adventures
XXIII. Foraging
XXIV. Secret Service
XXV. Diplomacy
XXVI. An Interesting Experiment
XXVII. A Prisoner
XXVIII. On the Gaspee
XXIX. Arrival in England
XXX. Irish Hospitality
XXXI. A Daring Swim
XXXII. How England Treated Prisoners of War
XXXIII. Beverly Robinson's Offer
THE HERO OF TICONDEROGA.
CHAPTER I.
AT THE COURTHOUSE.
It was a cold, bleak and freezing day, was that second day of the year
1764, in the good town of Bennington.
The first day of the year had been celebrated in a devout fashion by
nearly all the inhabitants of the district. Truly, some stayed away
from the meeting-house, and especially was the absence of one family
noticed.
"It seems to me kind of strange and creepy-like that those Allen boys
will never come to meeting," good old Elder Baker had said, and the
people shook their heads, and were quite ready to believe that the
Allen boys were uncanny.
But after meeting, when the social celebration was at its height, the
absence from the meeting-house was not thought of, and Ethan Allen and
his brothers were welcomed as among the best farmers of the district.
When the farmers separated on that New Year's Day they had no thought
of trouble, and each and all were planning what crops they should plant
that year, and how much land they should reserve for pasture.
The snow was falling fast, and the Green Mountains looked grandly
glorious as they, capped with the white snow, reflected into the
valleys the feeble rays of the sun which were struggling through the
clouds.
The hour of noon had arrived, and the good farmers were sitting down to
good boiled dinners, which were as seasonable as the weather, when the
ringing of the crier's bell caused every man and woman and child to
leave the hot dinner and hurry to the door to hear the news.
All public and important events were announced in that manner, and it
would not do to miss an announcement.
"Wonder what is in the wind now, eh, master?"
"Cannot say, but it's likely to be important, for Faithful Quincy has
on his best coat."
Faithful Quincy was the official crier, or announcer of events, and was
a most important character.
He never spoke one word, though everyone asked him what he had to
announce, but he stood as silent as a statue, and as rigid until he
thought the people had time to assemble.
Then he rang his bell once more, and followed the last sound of the
brass with a most solemn appeal for attention:
"Oyez! Oyez! Oyez!"
Three times the phrase had to be repeated. Faithful would not have
done his duty if he had only repeated it twice.
"This is to give notice, in the name of his majesty and of his
excellency, the governor, that all true and faithful residents of the
Green Mountain district must assemble at the courthouse at two hours
after noon, on this second day of January. So let it be!"
That was all, but it was enough to set all the people wondering what
was to be heard at the courthouse.
They returned to their homes, and finished their dinners, scarcely
noticing that the dumplings were cold or that the boiled carrots had
got soggy through long standing.
At two a large crowd had assembled at the courthouse, and all were in
great excitement.
It was just three minutes after the hour, as shown by the sundial,
which stood in front of the courthouse, that the sheriff appeared.
Not a murmur was heard. Even the children were silent.
The sheriff was trembling.
He held in his hand a piece of parchment, bearing a big red seal at the
bottom, and he tried to read it, but his voice failed him.
After several attempts he succeeded, and the people learned that he had
received a proclamation from Gov. Tryon, of the Colony of New York, in
which he claimed all the territory west of the Connecticut River, and
ordering him to send a list of all persons holding land under grants
from the Colony of New Hampshire.
The country west of the Connecticut, now known as Vermont, was then
only known as "New Hampshire grants."
When the sheriff had finished he asked what he should do.
"Why did you receive it?" asked one of the oldest residents.
"It was sent to me as sheriff."
"Even so, but you are the sheriff of the district which holds its lands
from the Colony of New Hampshire."
The sheriff trembled, fearing he had done some wrong.
"It is in the name of his majesty, the king," he muttered; "and I was
bound to receive it."
Through the crowd a young man pushed his way. He reached the side of
the sheriff, and in a mild but firm voice asked to be allowed to look
at the proclamation.
It was no ordinary man who made the demand. He would have attracted
attention anywhere, and among those who knew him best he was esteemed,
though the devout believed there was something uncanny about him and
his family.
He was Ethan Allen, the head of the Allen boys, who had stayed away
from the meeting the day before.
"Men," he said, after glancing at the proclamation, "we hold our lands
from the governor of the Colony of New Hampshire. Is it not so?"
"You are right, Ethan."
"We pay our quota to the expenses of that colony. Is it not so?"
"It is."
"Then we have nothing to do with the Colony of New York."
"Nothing, and never want to have anything to do with that colony."
"You are right, Seth Warner; so I tell you what we will do with this
piece of parchment."
The people looked at the speaker, and wondered what he was about to
propose.
When they saw him take a knife from his pocket and slit the parchment
through the middle, they dare not speak, they were so astonished.
In four pieces he cut the proclamation, and then handed it back to the
sheriff, who dropped it as though it had been plague infected.
Ethan Allen picked up the four pieces.
"You did well not to receive it. I have a better use for it."
He took out his tinder box, and after a little effort, for the snow
made the tinder damp, he got a light.
This he applied to the parchment, which sputtered and crinkled up in
all sorts of strange shapes, until the great red seal, the token of
authority, melted, and the wax ran on the ground.
"Now, let the sheriff acquaint the governor of New Hampshire with what
I have done."
Ethan Allen stepped down, and walked through the crowd.
Not one person spoke to him, his act had so taken them by surprise.
It was a boldness that perhaps was criminal, they thought.
"What think you?" asked one.
"It was awful. I wonder the fire from Heaven did not consume him, for
the king is the Lord's anointed, and it was in the king's name."
"I wonder if they will hang him?"
"Who, the king?"
"No, Ethan; most like they will."
"I guess he knew what he was doing."
"Ay, and he did right. We want men of pluck like him."
"Take care, Seth Warner; Ethan may get into trouble----"
"And I will stand by him."
"So will I," said Peleg Sunderland.
"And here is another," spoke up Remember Baker. "The lad hath the
right spunk. I like him."
There was nothing done that day but talk over Ethan Allen's strange and
daring conduct.
For days the people spoke of it in bated breath, for they had never
heard of such opposition to authority in the district, and they were
afraid of the consequences.
Gov. Wentworth, of New Hampshire, issued a counter proclamation, in
which he said that King Charles had never given the land to New York.
The governor of New York appealed to King George, and he decided in
favor of New York, and so, at the end of six years, the battle of
titles stood just where it did when Ethan Allen tore up the
proclamation.