FORAGING.
Eben's news was in every point correct. Gen. Schuyler had been
stricken down by sickness, and Montgomery assumed command of one of the
armies of invasion.
Allen went out to meet the Irish general and received a warm welcome.
Montgomery was full of praise of the plan of invasion.
Arnold and Morgan were marching through Maine to attack the citadel of
Quebec, and Montgomery was to march into Canada to the westward, and
after capturing Montreal and other important places, form a junction
with Arnold and drive the English out of Quebec.
"That man has a great brain," Montgomery remarked, as he told Allen the
plan.
"To whom do you refer?"
"Gen. Benedict Arnold."
"What has he done?"
"He formulated the plan and sent it to Gen. Washington----"
"He did?"
"Yes, and the commander was so pleased with it that he wrote a personal
letter to Arnold, thanking him and saying that the plan should be put
into immediate execution."
"And Arnold really took the credit, if credit there be?"
"Of course; why not?"
"I am not surprised, and yet----"
"You are not jealous?"
"Jealous? No, not of a thief."
"A thief?"
"Yes, a thief. I drew up that plan and copied it in duplicate, so that
if one got lost the other would remain. I took one copy to Albany and
laid it before the assembly."
"And the copy?"
"I left it at Ticonderoga."
"What became of it?"
"I do not know; at least I find that I know now, though I had no
suspicion. When I returned from the Continental Congress I asked for
the plan, and was told it had been lost. The truth is that Arnold took
it away with him."
"Gen. Washington shall know this."
"No, never mind. I care not who gets credit for the plan if it is only
successful; but if I should fall let the people of Vermont know that
the plan was mine."
"Rest assured of that."
"I have the original with me, and you shall read it, for I want no one
to accept my word for anything."
Allen was right. Benedict Arnold had read the plan, and had actually
appropriated the copy and sent it in Allen's writing to Philadelphia.
Once he was asked about Allen's statement, and he replied that he had
employed Ethan Allen to make copies from his rough draft.
The young Irish general of division did not believe in loitering, and
after a day's rest at Ticonderoga the march was resumed.
Allen had joined, but having no commission, he was placed in rather a
delicate position, though the very fact that he was, in a sense, a
freelance, made him more valuable to Montgomery.
A promise was given that, should an opportunity offer, Allen was to
command a regiment under Montgomery.
After leaving Ticonderoga the march was easy for two days, for the
country was peopled by friends of the colonial cause; but after that
the farmers were decidedly hostile.
There was great difficulty in feeding the army, and although the
general offered to purchase food, the tories refused to sell any.
Allen was commissioned to take twenty men and forage.
He knew that the farmers were tories, but he shrank not from his task.
He was supplied with a small amount of money, and was empowered to pay,
by notes, for any food he secured.
About a mile from camp a poultry farm was reached, and Allen at once
requisited all the poultry.
The farmer demurred, but the soldiers were the strongest, and very soon
a quantity of young turkeys, hens and ducks were in the wagons, much to
the delight of the foragers.
At the next house a determined opposition was organized.
At the fence the patriots were met by a number of men, armed with all
sorts of weapons.
"We are prepared to pay for what we get," said Allen.
"I guess you will pay for what you get; that would be right easy, for
you'll not get a durn thing."
"My friend, you make a mistake."
"Move on there or I'll set the dogs on you."
To emphasize his assertion he whistled, and immediately two splendid
animals sprang to his side.
"Call off those dogs; we do not war on dumb animals," Allen called.
"I guess I'll not call 'em off. At' em, beauties."
The dogs sprang over the fence, and with glaring eyes and open mouths
made for the nearest soldier.
Two pistol shots prevented them doing any damage, and Allen gave the
order to his men to charge the obstructives and take whatever food they
could find.
However determined men may be, they cannot stand against muskets and
swords, when their weapons are only hay forks and crowbars.
The farm helpers were driven back, and a wagon was quickly loaded with
flour and grain and vegetables.
The foraging expedition was a great success, though Allen would have
preferred purchasing the food, if any could have been found to sell.
The next day he was sent out again, and met with good success until he
was ready to return.
A company of soldiers had been quartered on one of the farms by the
English, and Allen was unprepared for the encounter.
When he found he was in for a fight, he felt better satisfied to think
he met foemen worthy of his steel, instead of a set of half-fed and
badly armed farmers' men.
The English can fight well, and Allen knew that his troops were
inferior in every way to the enemy, but he did not hesitate.
"Men, we are outnumbered, but we are not beaten; shall we retire as
prisoners, or fight until death claims us?"
"Fight!"
"We cannot surrender without a struggle."
"Who can tell but we may defeat them?"
Allen, pleased with the speeches of his comrades, gave the order to
charge the enemy.
The fight was a sharp one.
Hand-to-hand struggles always partake more of the brutish, and the
truth about such encounters is far more horrible than any description.
Allen was in the thickest of the fight all the time; his sword was
dripping with blood every time he raised it above his head, and that
was just as frequently as he could free his arm from the crush to wield
his weapon.
Only a few minutes did the struggle last, but the carnage was out of
all proportion to the number engaged.
Seven of Allen's men were killed, while the enemy lost twelve, and what
seemed remarkable, all who fell were dead. No one seemed to be wounded
or maimed; death came to all who were stricken.
The return journey was a sad one, though from the point of view of a
soldier it was glorious.
Montgomery congratulated the mountaineer on his bravery, and told him
that his record should be known at headquarters.
The next day the march was resumed, and through lack of guides the army
took a wrong course.
The vanguard, in crossing a wide stretch of what seemed level country,
found themselves in a marsh, and up to their waists in water.
The worst of it was that the bottom was treacherous, for the soil
seemed like quicksand, and drew them in until they had difficulty in
raising their feet.
After considerable floundering about they got out of the marsh just in
time to warn the main body of the army.
The adventure was amusing except to the participants, and many a laugh
was had at the expense of the unlucky men.
After a number of strange adventures the army reached Isle-aux-Noix,
where Montgomery intended to camp for a time.
Two days after reaching there Allen was delighted to welcome Eben Pike,
who had promised to follow as soon as his strength was regained.
He looked as hearty as ever, though less effeminate than when he first
joined the Green Mountain Boys.
He had a man's strength, though his appearance was deceiving.
He had such an excellent idea of topography that Allen knew he would be
extremely useful to the army of invasion.