THE VICTORS.
Enoch obeyed General Lafayette's order at the best speed of his horse,
and, arriving at that point where the commander-in-chief was directing
the movements of his men, the young aid, breathless and excited,
repeated that which the marquis had said.
The words were hardly spoken, and Washington had had no opportunity
for comment, when a horseman, riding hard, his steed covered with foam,
spurred up to the group of officers, and saluting the commander, said
hurriedly:
"I am sent by General Lee to say that all is well with the advance
corps; success is certain."
Then, saluting, this second messenger rode away, leaving Washington
and his staff gazing at each other in something very nearly approaching
bewilderment.
Either Lee or Lafayette was mistaken in his estimate of the condition
of affairs.
The opinion of one of these gentlemen must be correct, and the fate
of the battle depended upon the decision which the commander-in-chief
should arrive at concerning the reliability of the two officers.
It seemed to Enoch as if this second message deliberately gave him
the lie. He felt positive General Lafayette had only the good of the
American cause at heart, and because of that told him by Greene, in
addition to what he had heard Dr. Griffith say, he believed Lee simply
awaited an opportunity to show himself a traitor.
Washington remained silent while one might have counted twenty, and
then turning to the aid nearest, said calmly:
"Tell General Greene[H] to press forward to the church, and prevent the
turning of that flank of the army."
As the aid rode hurriedly away the commander directed that the left
wing of the army march toward Lee's rear, in order to support the
latter, and Enoch noted that as soon as the different divisions
received such instructions, the men, understanding quite as well as
their leaders what it meant, went forward in the best of spirits,
regardless of the terrific heat which thus far had been nearly as fatal
as the bullets.
Before these last orders could be fully carried out, a horseman in
civilian's dress was seen making his way among the troops from the
direction of the front, and did not slacken pace until he was within a
dozen yards of General Washington. Then he cried excitedly:
"The advance corps is retreating in a most cowardly manner!"
"What did you say, sir?" Washington demanded, spurring his horse
forward.
"I said, your excellency, that the advance corps of the army is
retreating in most shameful disorder, and without cause. The formation
is lost, and it is simply a rabble that is bearing down on the main
army, frightened almost beyond control by their own officers rather
than because of any advantage gained by the enemy!"
"Who are you, sir?"
"Dr. Thomas Henderson, of this village."
General Washington struck the spurs deep into his horse as he dashed
forward, his staff following closely behind, and with them, as a matter
of course, was Enoch.
The boy, who had believed when he spoke with Lafayette that the
Continentals were at least holding their own, was now plunged into the
deepest grief, for he fancied that the retreat once begun, meant defeat
for the entire army.
The young aid was within a dozen yards of the commander-in-chief, when,
on arriving at a point about halfway between the meeting-house and the
morass, the head of the first retreating column was met.
"Halt your men on that eminence!" General Washington cried to the
commanding officer, not slackening his pace. "Halt, I say, sir, and get
them into order!"
Across the causeway to the rear of the flying column the commander
dashed, and there, at the head of the second division of retreating
forces, was seen General Lee.
By this time Enoch was forty or fifty yards in the rear of the staff;
but he heard Washington cry in a loud, angry voice to the man who was
responsible for this disgraceful flight:
"Sir, I desire to know what is the reason, and whence came this
disorder and confusion?"
Enoch could not distinguish General Lee's reply; he saw from the
face of the man, and understood by his gestures, that he retorted
harshly, and it was evident to the boy that the commander-in-chief
and the officer next him in rank indulged in angry words, after which
Washington wheeled his horse into the midst of the retreating troops
until he had rallied a portion of them.
Enoch pressed forward as if aware of the fact that his services were
soon to be needed, and, observing him, Washington cried:
"Ride with all speed to Colonel Oswald, and order him to plant his
cannon on the brow of that hill. Tell him to use his pieces with energy
upon the enemy."
In an incredibly short space of time the battery was pouring forth its
iron hail, and the pursuing foe was checked.
An eye-witness of the battle writes regarding the incidents immediately
following the arrival of General Washington at the scene of the
disorder:
"The presence of the commander-in-chief inspired the troops with such
confidence and courage that within ten minutes after he appeared the
retreat was suspended, and order brought out of confusion. Stewart and
Ramsey formed their regiments under cover of the wood, and with Oswald,
kept the enemy at bay.
"Washington rode fearlessly in the storm of missiles hurled by the
British Grenadiers and artillerists; and when his army was arranged in
battle order before the foe, he rode back to Lee, and, pointing to the
rallied troops, said:
"'Will you, sir, command in that place?'
"'I will,' eagerly exclaimed Lee, for his treachery had utterly failed.
"'Then,' said Washington, 'I expect you to check the enemy immediately.'
"'Your command shall be obeyed,' said Lee, 'and I will not be the first
to leave the field.'
"He fulfilled his promise.
"With wondrous expedition Washington now put the confused ranks of
his main army in battle order. Lord Stirling commanded the left wing,
posted on an eminence on the western side of the morass, while General
Greene took an advantageous position on the left of Stirling. A warm
cannonade had commenced between the American and British artillery on
the right of Stewart and Ramsey, while the Royal Light-horse charged
furiously upon the right of Lee's division. The enemy pressed so
closely with an overwhelming force that the Americans were compelled to
give way at that point. Then the British attacked Ramsey's regiment and
Varnum's brigade, which lined the hedgerow over the morass, and there
the battle raged furiously for awhile, American cannon placed in the
rear of the fence doing great execution."
Enoch sat on his horse directly behind General Washington as the
furious charge of the British cavalry and infantry was made, and when
the Continental troops were forced to retreat across the morass, he
believed once more that defeat was certain.
His courage revived, however, as he saw the men forming in line later,
and noted with satisfaction that Washington's face was calm and serene
when General Lee rode up to him, saying in a respectful tone:
"Sir, here are my troops. How is it your pleasure that I shall dispose
of them?"
"They have borne the brunt of battle and defeat all the morning, sir,
and are now entitled to a rest. Form them in order directly in the rear
of Englishtown, and there await further commands."
It seemed to Enoch as if these instructions had but just been given
when the battle began to rage more furiously than ever, and now it
appeared as if the troops in every direction were engaged.
"The left wing of the American army was commanded by Lord Stirling, the
right by General Greene, and the center by Washington. Wayne, with the
advance corps, took possession of the eminence in the orchard, a few
rods south of the parsonage. A park of artillery was placed in battery
on Comb's Hill, beyond the marsh on his right, and commanding the
height on which the British were stationed. Finding themselves opposed
in front, the enemy attempted to turn the American left flank, but were
repulsed. They also moved toward the American right, where they were
enfiladed by a severe cannonade from the battery commanded by General
Knox and planted on high ground, where General Greene was posted. Thus
assailed, the enemy fell back."
During this time Enoch had been sent from one portion of the field to
the other with orders, being constantly under a heavy fire, and was so
deeply occupied in finding this commander or that as not to thoroughly
comprehend what was going on around him.
It was as if he rode over a vast tract of country, dotted here by
redcoats, and there by patriots in buff and blue, or in homespun
garments, each man seemingly bent only on loading and discharging his
weapon, and all the while acting in what, to a novice, was an aimless
manner.
During two hours he hardly remained idle five minutes at a time, and
the screaming of the leaden and iron missiles, which at the beginning
of the engagement had sounded so ominously in his ears, was now almost
unheeded.
During the morning the one thought ever in his mind was the possibility
of treachery by General Lee; but now that officer was in the rear,
having in a measure redeemed himself, Enoch felt confident, so
unbounded was his belief in the commander-in-chief, that the time must
come, and soon, when the tide of battle would turn in their favor.
It was terrible in the extreme to ride amid the wounded men, who
implored him to give them aid, when his duty demanded that he keep on
regardless of their agony. It was as if he suffered from some horrible
nightmare, when his horse leaped over dead bodies who lay with upturned
faces and open eyes that stared at the pitiless sun which was sending
down shafts of fire upon the combatants, the dying, and the dead.
It was while the Royal Grenadiers were pressing General Wayne behind
the hedgerow most hotly that Enoch was sent to that officer to ask
if he needed assistance, and found him partially sheltered by a barn
near the parsonage, where he was urging his men, every one of whom had
proved himself a hero, to yet greater exertions.
More than once had the Grenadiers crossed the hedgerow, hoping to
dislodge the force that was playing such havoc among their ranks, and
the general, watching closely the movements of the British, did not so
much as turn his head when Enoch made known his message.
"Tell General Washington that I shall hold my position here. Unless he
has men who are not needed elsewhere, there is no necessity for him to
pay any attention to what is going on at this point. I fancy we're a
match for the Grenadiers!"
The young aid was so hemmed in by officers and men that for some
moments he could not retrace his steps, and as if fascinated he watched
that terrific struggle, which just at this time was more fierce than
ever before.
While he was gazing at the apparently resistless tide of red-coated men
who were pressing forward, he heard General Wayne say in a low, quick
tone:
"Reserve your fire, men, until you can pick out their officers! Make
every bullet count!"
These words caused Enoch to observe more particularly than he had
previously done the leaders of the brave force who were advancing in
the face of almost certain death, and to his surprise he recognized
that officer who had subjected his comrades and himself to such
searching inquiry when they were suspected of having aided Seth in
escaping from prison.
It was Colonel Monckton, and at the moment when Enoch understood this
fact the officer waved his sword above his head, shouting:
"To the charge, my brave troops! To the charge!"
On came the line of red.
Nearer and nearer, and neither shout nor report of musket from the
Continentals.
It seemed to Enoch as if the enemy was hardly thirty yards away when he
heard General Wayne cry sharply:
"Aim well and fire, boys!"
A deafening report followed this command, and as the smoke cleared away
the Grenadiers could be seen falling back, almost entirely without an
officer.
At that point nearest the American line the young aid saw, lying upon
his face, the body of Colonel Monckton motionless in death, and heard
as if in a dream the command from some officer near him for the men to
rush forward and secure the corpse.
As if the British soldiers also heard this order, they halted, turned
suddenly, and came back with a rush, making no effort to preserve their
formation, but intent only on rescuing the body of their commander.
Sick at heart, for this killing of a man with whom he had been in
some measure connected, however disagreeably, seemed worse than
the fall of a stranger, Enoch turned his horse to ride back to the
commander-in-chief; but before he was out of the press he heard loud
cheers which told that the Americans had gained the ghastly prize, and,
glancing over his shoulder, he saw the Grenadiers once more retreating.
Twice during the half hour that followed did Enoch see Lord Cosmo
Gordon acting his part most heroically, and each time did the boy put
up a fervent prayer that the gallant Englishman might escape unharmed.
Fiercely the contest continued to rage at the center of the British
line, and at other points, until Wayne repulsed the Grenadiers. Then
the entire line gave way, and fell back to the heights occupied by
General Lee in the morning. It was a strong position, flanked by thick
woods and morasses, with only a narrow way of approach in front.
This portion of the battle was won; but the Continentals were unable to
pursue their advantage.
Night had now come, and in the darkness it was well-nigh impossible the
American troops could continue the work so bravely pursued after the
disgraceful rout, for which they were not really responsible.
The excessive heat of the day had wearied them equally with the fatigue
of battle, and the commander-in-chief, to whose personal exertions the
victory was due, said to Enoch:
"Ride to the right and give the word to all the commanders you find,
that their troops may be allowed to sleep on their arms. It is the last
duty I shall charge you with this day, lad, and you are at liberty to
find repose wherever is most pleasing."
The young aid set out, picking his way here and there among the dead
and the dying, repeating the welcome command to the leaders of the
different divisions, and when he had reached that body of troops
furthest to the right, he found himself among the gallant Jerseymen.
"It is time that order came," General Dickinson said with an air of
relief. "But, lad, if we had had one more hour of daylight, the enemy
would have now been fleeing before us like a flock of frightened
sheep."
"Is yours the last division on this side?"
"It is."
"I have permission to bivouac wherever I choose. May I remain with your
troops, sir?"
"There is no need to ask that, lad, and I understand why you wish to
do so. Your friends, raw recruits though they are, have this day done
men's duty, and I congratulate you three Philadelphia boys upon your
initiatory work as soldiers."
It was not an easy task to find his friends upon that blood-stained
field; but Enoch succeeded after half an hour's search, and was
received with shouts of joy by Jacob and Seth as he rode up.
"I began to fear something had happened to you," the latter cried, as
Enoch dismounted and clasped him by the hands. "The last either of us
saw of our friend, the aid, was when the Royal Grenadiers charged on
General Wayne's forces."
"I was where I could see it all," Enoch replied, "and although we have
no reason to think of Colonel Monckton kindly, it made me sad to see so
gallant an officer fall."
"Did our men get possession of his body?" Jacob asked.
"Yes, and carried it to the rear. Have either of you fellows been
wounded?"
"We haven't received so much as a scratch," Seth replied promptly, "and
that seems strangest of all this day's work to me. When we were first
under fire I expected each moment to be killed; but as the time wore on
I actually forgot the danger. Say, Enoch, you must have had it hotter
than we did, if you kept with General Washington, and I saw you ride
across the field half a dozen times when it seemed as if the bullets
were flying around you as thickly as hail."
"My experience was about the same as yours in that respect. The first
time I was sent with a message I felt terribly frightened; but after
that thought only of the chances for success or failure. Where's
Greene?"
"Somewhere hereabouts. He got a bullet through the arm; but declares
that the wound is not serious, and refuses to go under the surgeon's
care."
"I suppose now you have had so much experience, you will continue to be
an aid," Jacob said, and there was no shade of envy in his tone this
time. He realized as never before that if any one really desires to
serve his country it makes little difference what position he occupies.
"Indeed I shan't," Enoch said emphatically. "When the time comes that
I can speak with General Washington, I shall ask permission to enlist
in the same company with you, and have no doubt but that it will be
granted. Now, boys, I have come to mess with you. The order I brought
General Dickinson was that the troops were to sleep on their arms, and
I suppose we are at liberty to remain anywhere within these lines."
"There doesn't seem to be much choice. Suppose we stay where we are,"
Seth suggested. "Greene left us here, and most likely will come back,
when----"
"He is back now, lad," a voice cried, and a moment later the spy
appeared from out the darkness. "I have got rations such as are being
dealt out--Hello, here's our friend, the aid, and now he'll want grain
for his horse. I'll look for some."
"Let me do that," Enoch cried as Greene, dropping on the ground the
food he was carrying, was on the point of turning away again. "I am
told that you are wounded, and you should have attention before playing
waiter for us three who are in good bodily condition."
"The wound wasn't much more than a scratch, and the surgeon has already
tied it up. You may look for provender for the horse if you have a mind
to. The best place would be nearabout where General Dickinson is."
Enoch's horse did not receive a particularly hearty meal on this
evening, owing to the lack of grain; but he was well groomed, and not
until that work had been done to his own satisfaction did Enoch rejoin
his comrades.
Then, lying at full length on the ground, they discussed the stirring
events of the day, and it was during this conversation that Greene
asked:
"Did you see that Irish woman when her husband was killed during
the artillery duel--at the time the Royal Light-horse charged so
furiously?"
"I didn't know there was a woman on the field!" Enoch exclaimed.
"There was, and her husband was one of our gunners. She assisted him
during the hot cannonade by bringing water from the spring near by, and
when he was killed at his post, there being no one to take his place,
the piece was ordered to be removed; but she insisted on working it,
and twice within an hour I saw her using the rammer as energetically
as any man among them. The soldiers were cheering for 'Mary'--that is
her name, I suppose--and she deserves more than thanks for this day's
work."
Then each in turn related some incident which he had seen or
participated in, until, despite the groans of the wounded, who were
being tended by the surgeons at a temporary hospital near by, the three
Philadelphia boys fell asleep, and when morning came were aroused
by the tidings that Clinton had put his weary troops in motion at
midnight, and stolen away.
The British soldiers whom General Lee declared the Americans could not
stand against had been fairly beaten by men decidedly their inferiors
in discipline and soldierly training.
* * * * *
It was simply the purpose of this story to relate the adventures of the
three Philadelphia boys during the events which led up to the battle of
Monmouth, and with the triumphant ending of that engagement the purpose
of this imperfectly told tale has been accomplished.
Every reader knows that the Americans lost in this battle two hundred
and twenty-eight; the British two hundred and fifty, sixty of these
having been stricken dead by the heat.
It is believed that there were about fourteen thousand men in the
American forces, and not more than ten thousand under Clinton.
The order which General Washington issued, congratulating his army upon
the victory they had won, is also well known; but because those in whom
we are particularly interested served in the New Jersey militia, the
following extract may well be repeated:
"General Dickinson and the militia of his State are also thanked
for their noble spirit in opposing the enemy on the march from
Philadelphia, and for the aid given by harassing and impeding their
march so as to allow the Continental troops to come up with them."
On the following morning, after making of the widow Mary a sergeant in
the Continental army, Washington marched toward New Brunswick, thence
to the Hudson River, which he crossed at King's Ferry, and encamped at
White Plains in Westchester County.
It may, perhaps, not be necessary to add that some time after the
battle Lee wrote an insulting letter to General Washington, demanding
an apology for words spoken on the field. He also demanded a court of
inquiry, and was gratified. Washington caused his arrest on charges
of disobedience, misbehavior, and disrespect. He was found guilty and
sentenced to suspension of command for one year. He never resumed his
station, and died October 22, 1782. "Had Lee been obedient and faithful
in the morning, the whole British army might have been prisoners of war
before the close of that memorable Sabbath day in June."
That Enoch succeeded in enlisting with his comrades is positive,
for the names of the three boys are to be found on the muster rolls
prepared in July, 1778, side by side, and that they afterward served
their country gallantly may some time be told in detail, for their
active service was not ended with the battle of Monmouth.
Footnote:
[H] General Greene was commanding the right wing of the army
at the time.
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THE BOY SCOUTS IN THE ROCKIES; or, The Secret of The Hidden Silver Mine.
By this time the boys of the Silver Fox Patrol have learned through
experience how to rough it upon a long hike. Their last tour takes
them into the wildest region of the great Rocky Mountains, and here
they meet with many strange adventures that severely test their grit,
as well as their ability to grapple with emergencies. This is one
of the most interesting of the stories in the Boy Scout Series,--the
experiences of Thad Brewster and his Cranford troop abounds in plenty
of humor, and hairbreadth escapes.
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the publishers, A. L. BURT COMPANY, 52-58 Duane Street, New York.
The Flying Machine Boys Series
By FRANK WALTON
New Flying Machine Boy Stories
HANDSOME CLOTH BINDINGS
PRICE, 60 CENTS PER VOLUME
THE FLYING MACHINE BOYS IN MEXICO; or, the Secret of the Crater.
This is a story of juvenile adventure which will be sure to please
the boys, and adults, too, for that matter. It is a clean, vivid
description of a flying machine trip to Mexico, four lads of about
sixteen being the principal characters. The boys meet with many
adventures, under the mountains as well as in the air above them. The
Secret of the Crater, the Burning Mountain, the strange habits of the
Devil's Pool, hold the reader to the end, while the humorous sayings
and doings of "Jimmie" supply a pleasing variety.
THE FLYING MACHINE BOYS IN THE WILDS; or, the Mystery of the Andes.
The story deals principally with old Peru. Pressed in the Secret
Service after their return from Mexico, Jimmy, Carl, Ben and Glenn
visit "the roof of the world" in quest of a man who wrecked, as far as
he was able to do so, a great New York Trust Company. The tale carries
the flavor of the mountains, the mystery of strange temples thousands
of years old, and treats the reader, as well, to some delightful
juvenile adventures. "Jimmie" comes out strong in this book.
THE FLYING MACHINE BOYS ON DUTY; or, the Clue Above the Clouds.
If you have ever read in the daily newspapers sensational accounts of
the pursuit and capture of men who smuggle Chinamen and opium into
the country, you don't have to wonder whether the events recorded
in this story are true to life. The Flying Machine Boys find false
beacons on headlands washed by the Pacific, and they also find the man
who murdered a watchman and robbed a bank, living above the clouds.
"Jimmie" is particularly funny in this story.
THE FLYING MACHINE BOYS ON SECRET SERVICE; or, the Capture in the Air.
This is a tale of adventure in the wilds of British Columbia. It is not
exactly a detective story, although it deals with the work of the boys
in capturing a man who abducted a postoffice inspector from his private
room in the postoffice building at Washington. "Jimmie" reads from his
"dreambook" in this tale. For variety of interesting adventures this
story equals any other in this series.
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THE SIX-RIVER MOTOR BOYS SERIES
By HARRY GORDON
Handsome Cloth Binding
PRICE, 60 CENTS PER VOLUME.
SIX-RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE AMAZON; or, the Secret of Cloud Island.
This is a thoroughly interesting story of adventure on the longest
river in the world. It is superior to most adventure stories in that
it has a well-defined plot which holds the attention to the end. There
are encounters with savage animals and savage tribes at the headwaters
of the mighty river. Woven in with the plot is a bit of mystery which
cannot fail to interest.
SIX-RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE COLUMBIA; or, the Confession of a
Photograph.
This volume, the second of the famous Six-River series, is a record
of adventure in the wilds of British Columbia. The motor-boat is taken
beyond the great divide on a platform car of large size, and is placed
in the Columbia River almost at its very source. It is a healthy story,
dealing with the out-of-doors life of the motor-boat boys. Alex's pet
bear will be certain to please.
SIX-RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI; or, the Trail to the Gulf.
A thoroughly entertaining and instructive story of a wonderful river.
As in all the volumes of this popular series, the boys meet with
startling adventures, getting mixed up with river thieves and coming
upon a mystery which trails along to the Gulf of Mexico with them.
"Captain Joe," the white bulldog pet of the crew of the motor-boat,
will be sure to make a hit.
SIX-RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE ST. LAWRENCE; or, the Lost Channel.
This is a thoroughly interesting and instructive story of a romantic
voyage from the Gulf of St. Lawrence to Chicago, by way of the quaint
old City of Quebec, the Thousand Islands, and the Great Lakes. It deals
with historical characters to some extent, all of whom are woven into
a strong plot which reaches from old Indian days to the present time.
It is safe to say that the book will become the most popular of the
series.
SIX-RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE OHIO; or, the Three Blue Lights.
This book deals with the strange and vagrant life on the Ohio
River--the life lived by those who dwell in houseboats, storeboats, and
shantyboats. The motor-boat boys become involved with Night Riders and
Moonshiners, and the mystery of the Three Blue Lights supplies plenty
of holding power. In this volume "Teddy," the pet bear, comes out
strong at critical times.
SIX-RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE COLORADO; or, the Clue in the Rocks.
The story deals with a little-known stretch of river, from the Gulf
of California to the Grand Canyon. The plot is a strong one, and
the incidents grow naturally out of it. The clue sought is at last
discovered by two venturesome lads who start out to have a "little fun
of their own on the side." As in all other volumes of this series,
the author--perhaps the best-known writer of boys' books in the
country--tells something of the history of the country the boys pass
through.
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the publishers,
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Transcriber's note:
Inconsistent hyphenation and spelling in the original document have
been preserved.
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
On page 294, "Where can I see you and Seth" should probably be
"Where can I see you and Jacob."