A truly miserable1 fourteen months' period of thankless labor2, and of unending yet aimless anxiety, follows here in my story. It was my business to remain in the Valley, watch its suspected figures, invigorate and encourage its militia3, and combat the secret slander4 and open cowardice5 which there menaced the cause of liberty. Fortunately I had, from time to time, assurance that my work was of actual advantage to General Schuyler, and occasionally I had leisure hours to spend at the Cedars6. If these pleasurable things had been denied me, there would have been in the whole Continental7 service no more unenviable post than mine.
I have never pretended, least of all to myself, to be much enamoured of fighting; nor have I ever been regardless of personal comfort, and of the satisfaction of having warm clothes, sufficient food, and a good bed in which to sleep. Yet I would gladly have exchanged my state for that of the most wretched private soldier, barefooted and famished8, on the frozen Delaware or at Morristown. War is a hateful and repellent enough thing; but it is at least better to be in the thick of it, to smell burning powder and see and feel the enemy, even if he be at your heels, than to be posted far away from the theatre of conflict, spying upon an outwardly peaceful community for signs of treason and disaffection.
I should not like to put down in black and white, here in my old age, all the harsh and malignant10 things which I thought of my Mohawk Valley neighbors, or some of them, during those fourteen months. I am able to see now that they were not altogether without excuse.
The affairs of the revolted Colonies were, in truth, going very badly. No sooner had Congress summoned the resolution to decree Continental independence than the fates seemed to conspire11 to show that the declaration was a mistake. Our successes in the field came to a sudden halt; then disasters followed in their place. Public confidence, which had been too lightly raised, first wavered, then collapsed12. Against the magnificent army of English and Hessian regulars which Howe mustered13 in New York, General Washington could not hold his own, and Congress lost the nerve to stand at his back. Our militia threw up the service, disheartened. Our commissariat faded out of existence. The patriot14 force became the mere15 skeleton of an army, ragged16, ill-fed, discouraged, and almost hopeless. In battle after battle the British won--by overwhelming numbers or superior fortune, it mattered not which; the result was equally lamentable17.
There had been, indeed, a notable week at Christmas-time, when the swift strong blows struck at Trenton and Princeton lifted for a moment the cloud which hung over us. But it settled down again, black and threatening, before spring came.
The Colonies quarrelled with one another; their generals plotted and intrigued18, or sullenly19 held aloof20. Cool men, measuring on the one side this lax and inharmonious alliance of jealous States, without money, without public-spirited populations, and, above all, without confidence in their own success, and on the other the imposing21 power of rich and resolute22 England, with its splendid armies and fleets in the St. Lawrence and in New York Harbor, and with its limitless supply of hired German auxiliaries--cool men, I say, weighing dispassionately these two opposing forces, came pretty generally to believe that in the end General Washington would find himself laid by the heels in the Tower at London.
I cannot honestly say now whether I ever shared this despondent23 view or not. But I do know that I chafed24 bitterly under the orders which kept me in the Valley, and not only prevented my seeing what fighting there was, but put me to no better task than watching in a ten-acre field for rattlesnakes. I can in no apter way describe my employment from May of 1776 to July of the following year. There was unending work, but no visible fruit, either for the cause or for myself. The menace of impending25 danger hung over us constantly--and nothing came of it, month after month. I grew truly sick of it all. Besides, my wounds did not heal well, and my bad health from time to time induced both melancholy26 and an irritable27 mind.
The situation in the Valley was extremely simple. There was a small outspoken28 Tory party, who made no secret of their sympathies, and kept up communications with the refugees in Canada. These talked openly of the time soon to arrive when the King's troops would purge30 the Valley of disloyalty, and loyalists should come by more than their own. There was a somewhat larger Whig party, which by word and deed supported Congress. Between these two, or rather, because of their large number, surrounding them, was the great neutral party, who were chiefly concerned to so trim their sails that they should ship no water whichever way the wind blew.
Up to the time of the Declaration of Independence these peaceful people had leaned rather toward the Whigs. But when General Washington evacuated31 Long Island, and the Continental prospects32 seemed to dwindle33, it was wonderful to note how these same trimmers began again, first furtively34, then with less concealment35, to drink the King's health.
Roughly speaking, the majority of the avowed36 Tories were in the lower district of Tryon County, that called the Mohawk district, embracing all east of Anthony's Nose, including Johnstown, Tribes Hill, and Caughnawaga. They had, indeed, out-numbered the Whigs by five to one before the flights to Canada began; and even now enough remained to give a strong British color to the feeling of the district. In the western districts of the county, where the population was more purely37 Dutch and Palatine, the Whig sentiment was very much stronger. But here, too, there were Tories, confessed and defiant38; and everywhere, as time passed, the dry-rot of doubt spread among those who were of neither party. It came at last that nearly every week brought news of some young man's disappearance39 from home--which meant another recruit for the hostile Canadian force; and scarcely a day went by without the gloomy tidings that this man or the other, heretofore lukewarm, now spoke29 in favor of submission40 to the King.
It was my function to watch this shifting public opinion, to sway it where I could, but to watch it always. No more painful task could have been conceived. I lived in an atmosphere of treachery and suspicion. Wherever I turned I saw humanity at its worst. Men doubted their brothers, their sons, even their wives. The very ground underneath41 us was honeycombed with intrigues42 and conspiracies43. Intelligence from Canada, with its burden of promises to speedily glut44 the passions of war, circulated stealthily all about us. How it came, how it was passed from hearth45 to hearth, defied our penetration46. We could only feel that it was in the air around us, and strive to locate it--mainly in vain--and shudder47 at its sinister48 omens49.
For all felt a blow to be impending, and only marvelled50 at its being so long withheld52. It was two years now since Colonel Guy Johnson, with the Butlers and Philip Cross, had gone westward53 to raise the Indians. It was more than a year since Sir John and his retainers had joined them. Some of these had been to England in the interim54, and we vaguely55 heard of others flitting, now in Quebec, now at Niagara or Detroit; yet none doubted that the dearest purpose of all of them was to return with troops and savages56 to reconquer the Valley. This was the sword which hung daily, nightly, over our heads.
And as the waiting time lengthened57 out it grew terrible to weak and selfish minds. More and more men sought to learn how they might soften58 and turn its wrath59 aside, not how they might meet and repel9 its stroke.
Congress would not believe in our danger--perhaps could not have helped us if it would. And then our own friends at this lost heart. The flights to Canada multiplied; our volunteer militiamen fell away from the drills and patrols. Stories and rumors60 grew thicker of British preparations, of Indian approaches, of invasion's red track being cleared up to the very gates of the Valley. And no man saw how the ruin was to be averted61.
It was in the second week of July, at almost the darkest hour in that gloomy first part of 1777, that a singular link in the chain of my story was forged.
Affairs were at their worst, abroad and at home. General Washington's call for more troops had fallen on deaf ears, and it seemed impossible that his poor force could withstand the grand army and fleet mustering62 at New York. The news of St. Clair's wretched evacuation of Ticonderoga had come in, and we scarcely dared look one another in the face when it was told. Apparently63 matters were nearing a climax64, so far at least as we in New York State were involved. For Burgoyne was moving down through the Champlain country upon Albany, with none to stay his progress, and an auxiliary65 force was somewhere upon the great northern water frontier of our State, intending to sweep through the Mohawk Valley to join him. Once this junction66 was formed, the Hudson lay open--and after that? We dared not think!
I cannot hope to make young people realize what all this meant to us. To comprehend this, one must have had not only a neck menaced by the halter, but mother, sisters, dear ones, threatened by the tomahawk and knife. Thinking back upon it now, I marvel51 that men did not go mad under this horrible stress of apprehension67. Apparently there was no hope. The old New England spite and prejudice against General Schuyler had stirred up now a fierce chorus of calumny68 and attack. He was blamed for St. Clair's pusillanimous69 retreat, for Congressional languor70, for the failure of the militia to come forward--for everything, in fact. His hands were tied by suspicion, by treason, by popular lethargy, by lack of money, men, and means. Against these odds71 he strove like a giant, but I think not even he, with all his great, calm confidence, saw clearly through the black cloud just then.
I had gone to bed late one hot July night, and had hardly fallen asleep, for gloomy musing72 upon these things, when I was awakened73 by a loud pounding on the door beneath. I was at my mother's house, fortunately, and the messenger had thus found me out promptly74.
Tulp had also been aroused, and saddled my horse while I dressed, in response to the summons. I was wanted at Johnstown by Sheriff Frey, on some matter which would not wait for the morrow. This much I gathered from the messenger, as we rode together in the starlight, but he could tell me little more, save that an emissary from the Tories in Canada had been captured near the Sacondaga, and it was needful that I should see him. I wondered somewhat at this as a reason for routing me out of my sleep, but cantered silently along, too drowsy75 to be querulous.
Daylight broke before we crossed the river, and the sunrise gun sounded as we rode up into the court-house square at Johnstown. Soldiers were already to be seen moving about outside the block-houses at the corners of the palisade which, since Sir John's flight, had been built around the jail. Our coming seemed to be expected, for one of the soldiers told us to wait while he went inside, and after a few minutes John Frey came out, rubbing his eyes. As I dismounted, he briefly76 explained matters to me.
It seemed that a Tory spy had made his way in from the woods, had delivered letters both at Cairncross and at the Cedars, and had then started to return, but by the vigilance of one of the Vrooman boys had been headed off and taken.
"He is as close as the bark on a beech-tree," concluded the sheriff. "We could get nothing out of him. Even when I told him he would be hanged this morning after breakfast, he did not change color. He only said that if this was the case he would like first to see you; it seems he knows you, and has some information for you--probably about Philip Cross's wife. Perhaps he will tell you what was in the letter he brought to her."
It occurred to me on the instant that this was the real reason for my being summoned. These were days of universal suspicion, and the worthy77 sheriff had his doubts even of Daisy.
"All right! Let me see the man," I said, and we entered the jail.
When the soldier in charge had opened the cell-door, the object of our interest was discovered to be asleep. Frey shook him vigorously by the shoulder. He sat bolt upright on the instant, squinting78 his eyes to accustom79 them to the light, but evincing no special concern at our presence.
"Is your hanging-party ready?" he said, and yawned, stretching his arms as freely as the manacles would admit.
I looked curiously80 at him--a long, slender, wiry figure, with thin, corded neck, and twisted muscles showing on so much of his hairy breast as the open buckskin shirt exposed. The face was pointed81 and bony, and brown as leather. For the moment I could not place him; then his identity dawned on me. I stepped forward, and said:
"Is that you, Enoch Wade82?"
He looked up at me, and nodded recognition, with no show of emotion.
"It might have been my ghost, cap'n," he said, "if you hadn't hurried right along. These friends of yours were bent83 on spoiling a good man to make bad meat. They wouldn't listen to any kind of reason. Can I have a palaver84 with you, all by yourself?"
"What does he mean by a 'palaver'?" asked the honest Swiss sheriff.
I explained that it was a common enough Portuguese85 word, signifying "talk," which Enoch in his wanderings had picked up. Furthermore, I told Frey that I knew the man, and wished to speak with him apart, whereupon the sheriff and the soldier left us.
"It is all in my eye--their hanging me," began Enoch, with a sardonic86 smile slowly relaxing his thin lips. "I wasn't fooled a minute by that."
"Perhaps you are mistaken there, my man," I said, as sternly as I could.
"Oh, no, not a bit! What's more, they wouldn't have caught me if I hadn't wanted to be caught. You know me. You have travelled with me. Honest Injun, now, do you take me for the kind of a man to be treed by a young Dutch muskrat-trapper if I have a mind not to be?"
I had to admit that my knowledge of his resourceful nature had not prepared me for such an ignoble87 catastrophe88, but I added that all the more his conduct mystified me.
"Quite so!" he remarked, with another grim smile of complacency. "Sit down here on this bed, if you can find room, and I'll tell you all about it."
The tale to which I listened during the next half-hour, full of deep interest as it was for me, would not bear repeating here at length. Its essential points were these:
After Sir William's death Enoch had remained on at the Hall, not feeling particularly bound to the new baronet, but having a cat's attachment89 to the Hall itself. When Sir John finally resolved to avoid arrest by flight, Enoch had been in two minds about accompanying him, but had finally yielded to the flattering reliance placed by all upon the value and thoroughness of his knowledge as a woodsman. It was largely due to his skill that the party got safely through the great wilderness90, and reached Montreal so soon. Since his arrival in Canada, however, things had not been at all to his liking91. There was but one thought among all his refugee companions, which was to return to the Mohawk Valley and put their old neighbors to fire and sword--and for this Enoch had no inclination92 whatever. He had accordingly resisted all offers to enrol93 him in the Tory regiment94 which Sir John was raising in Canada, and had looked for an opportunity to get away quietly and without reproach. This chance had only come to him a week or so ago, when Philip Cross offered to pay him well to take two letters down the Valley--one to his servant Rab, the other to Mrs. Cross. He had accepted this errand, and had delivered the letters as in duty bound. There his responsibility ended. He had no intention to return, and had allowed himself to be arrested by a slow and uninventive young man, solely95 because it seemed the best way of achieving his purpose.
"What is your purpose, Enoch?"
"Well, to begin with, it is to make your hair stand on end. I started from Buck's Island, on the St. Lawrence, on the 9th of this month. Do you know who I left there? Seven hundred uniformed soldiers, English and Tory, with eight cannons96, commanded by a British colonel--Sillinger they called him--and Sir John Johnson. They are coming to Oswego, where they will meet the Butlers with more Tories, and Dan Claus with five hundred Indians. Then the whole force is to march on Fort Stanwix, capture it, and come down the Valley!"
You may guess how eagerly I listened to the details which Enoch gave--details of the gravest importance, which I must hasten to send west to Herkimer and east to Schuyler. When this vital talk was ended, I returned to the personal side of the matter with a final query97:
"But why get yourself arrested?"
"Because I wanted to see you. My errand wasn't finished till I had given you Philip Cross's message. 'Tell that Dutchman,' he said, 'if you can contrive98 to do it without peril99 to yourself, that when I come into the Valley I will cut out his heart, and feed it to a Missisague dog!'"
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