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Illuminated by fresh insight, Angel in the Whirlwind is a dramatic narrative of our nation’s birth, in all its passion and glory.
Benson Bobrick
Benson Bobrick earned his doctorate from Columbia University and is the author of several critically acclaimed works, including Wide as the Waters: The Story of the English Bible and the Revolution It Inspired and Angel in the Whirlwind: The Triumph of the American Revolution. In 2002 he received the Literature Award of the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. He and his wife, Hilary, live in Vermont.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is my favorite book about the American Revolution in general. Jam-packed full of information, Bobrick also manages to slip in fascinating and often very funny anecdotes as well. Anyone interested in an overall look at the Revolution should pick up this book.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Great and joyful rendition of the Revolution. You really get a great appreciation for Washington.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Entertaining and a good overview of the period and main players. This history is not as cohesive as 1776 by McCullough, nor could it be. Bobrick struck a good balance between interesting anecdotes and making sure he filled in enough historical and biographical detail to keep the reader oriented. There were a few dry spots, but I was able to slog through.
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Angel in the Whirlwind - Benson Bobrick
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KNOTTED TONGUES: STUTTERING IN HISTORY AND THE QUEST FOR A CURE
EAST OF THE SUN: THE EPIC CONQUEST AND TRAGIC HISTORY OF SIBERIA
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Angel in the whirlwind: the triumph of the American Revolution /
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To my brother, Peter,
and to all my forebears,
patriot and loyalist,
who fought and died on both sides
of the Revolutionary War
CONTENTS
PREFACE
PART ONE
1 THE BEGINNING OF THE END
2 THE COLONIAL WORLD
3 KING, PARLIAMENT, AND INHERITED RIGHTS
4 REVOLT
5 BOSTON
6 QUÉBEC
7 THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
8 NEW YORK
9 SARATOGA
10 VALLEY FORGE
11 NABOUR AGAINST NABOUR
12 MONMOUTH
PART TWO
13 FROM NEWPORT TO STONY POINT
14 FROM SAVANNAH TO VINCENNES
15 FLAMBOROUGH HEAD
16 FROM MORRISTOWN TO CHARLESTON
17 WEST POINT
18 FROM KINGS MOUNTAIN TO WILLIAMSBURG
19 YORKTOWN
20 THE END OF THE BEGINNING
NOTES
BIBLIOGRAPHY
INDEX
We know the Race is not to the swift nor the Battle to the Strong. Do you not think an Angel rides in the Whirlwind and directs this Storm?
—JOHN PAGE TO THOMAS JEFFERSON (JULY 20, 1776)
PREFACE
A GREAT many books have been written on the American Revolution and quite a few of them are good. I have not written mine to try to supersede them, or out of some general dissatisfaction with the canon, but—hearkening to the voice of my own ancestral heritage—to retell the story in my own way. It is such a remarkable story that to do so scarcely needs excuse; yet it made a difference to me in the writing that I was bound by lineage to the tale.
My colonial forebears (English, French Huguenot, and Dutch) had fought and died on both sides of the war. The English, stem and branch, were the Bakers
(my middle name is Baker); the Dutch, the Bensons
; the French Huguenots, the Valleaus.
Some had been in America since 1649, had settled New Amsterdam and New Rochelle, served for three quarters of a century in the king’s American wars (one perished in the Schenectady Massacre of 1690), but when the Revolution came were divided against themselves. The Bakers, as far as I know, were all staunch patriots. But within the Benson and Valleau families, brother stood against brother, father against son. At least two served in the Continental Army, three in loyalist troops. One of the patriots (Isaiah Valleau) was captured by the British, imprisoned in the Sugarhouse (a major site of incarceration) in New York City, and there succumbed to starvation and disease. His younger brother Peter remained a loyalist to the end. One of the loyalists (Matthew Benson, an officer in the King’s Orange Rangers) had his property expropriated by his brother, John, who became a patriot judge. Matthew’s eldest son was killed by patriots in battle; John’s son witnessed the execution of Major John André (Benedict Arnold’s coconspirator) at Tappan.
At the conclusion of the war, Matthew Benson and Peter Valleau were both exiled with many other loyalists to the Cataraqui area of Canada West, north of Lake Ontario. Matthew sailed on July 4, 1783, with his wife and surviving children from New York City on the British transport Hope, wintered with some four hundred other refugees in canvas tents at Sorel northeast of Montréal, and in the spring of 1784 proceeded by bateaux up the St. Lawrence River, dragging the boats by hand up numerous rapids to Adolphustown on the Bay of Quinte, where they arrived on June 16, 1784. In the beginning, Matthew worked as a mill hand and during the Hungry Years
survived in part on flour dust swept up from the floor.
Peter Valleau also settled in the Cataraqui region and there in 1801 his daughter married Matthew’s son.
In the historic White Chapel graveyard outside Picton, Ontario, every third or fourth headstone bears the Benson family name.
Meanwhile, the Bakers had remained in the States, were eventually joined by marriage to the Valleau-Benson line—a reconciliation in my blood—and came down squarely on one side of the second great American divide. My great-grandfather Benjamin W. Baker stood in the audience of one of the Lincoln-Douglas debates, and at age eighteen, at the beginning of the Civil War, answered Abraham Lincoln’s first call for volunteers. He served in the Union Army until the war’s end, was wounded three times (once severely), and after one battle (Chickamauga, I believe) buried his younger brother, who had fought and died beside him, on the battlefield. After the war, he became a Methodist minister. His son (my grandfather) became a bishop of the Methodist Church, and as chairman of the International Missionary Council was authorized by President Truman at the end of World War II to undertake a goodwill mission to Japan. Received by General MacArthur on October 26, 1945, he was the first American civilian after the surrender to set foot on Japanese soil. President Eisenhower also valued his counsel, but such are history’s long divisions that his son-in-law (my father) ended up on Nixon’s Enemies List.
Were Nixon’s loyalists all patriots? One may doubt it. But these are changeable terms. And so I trust my loyalist forebears will forgive my own patriot bias in what follows, though I have tried not to slight their point of view. If I have, I may be guilty not so much of disloyalty as of some lapse in my patriot strain.
WORKS of history have a lineage, too, and I am respectfully bound to numerous others who have gone before me and tilled the common ground. Some part of my debt is recorded in the Bibliography, but I am also obliged to the resources and staffs of the New York Public Library, the New-York Historical Society, the Virginia Historical Society, the Massachusetts Historical Society, the Library of Congress, the libraries of Columbia University, the David Library of the American Revolution, and the United Empire Loyalist Archives in Picton and Adolphustown, Ontario, Canada.
My original editor, Elaine Pfefferblit, did much to foster the idea for this book at the outset; Bob Bender, her successor, saw to it that it was completely and fervently sustained. His assistant, Johanna Li, helped smooth the process of production. Ruth Benson, Elizabeth Bobrick, Ako Po Darling, Michael Duzynski, Vicki Glasgow, Malcolm Lister, Kenneth MacWilliams, Henry Marcus, Lucy Prospect, Vivienne Shaffer, Jane Siebert, Sarah Stern, Pat Troy, and Leslie Walsh all contributed something of value along the way.
Only Hilary knows the full extent of my loving gratitude for her support.
My brother, Peter, who preceded me into some areas of family history, will appreciate why the book is dedicated to him.
1 Patriots defeat British at Lexington and Concord. April 19, 1775.
2 Arnold and Allen capture Fort Ticonderoga. May 10, 1775.
3 Battle of Bunker Hill. June 17, 1775.
4 British burn Falmouth, Maine. October 18, 1775.
5 Montgomery and Arnold repulsed. January 1, 1776.
6 Howe defeats Washington, Battle of Long Island, August 27, 1776.
7 Arnold and Carleton fight Battle of Lake Champlain. October 11, 1776.
8 British occupy Newport, Rhode Island. December 8, 1776.
9 Washington surprises the Hessians at Trenton. December 26, 1776.
10 Washington’s winter quarters. 1777-1778.
11 Battle of Princeton. January 3, 1777.
12 Washington’s winter quarters. 1777 and 1779.
13 British raid Danbury. April 26, 1777.
14 Burgoyne captures Fort Ticonderoga. July 6, 1777.
15 Herkimer ambushed. August 6, 1777.
16 Battle of Bennington. August 16, 1777.
17 St. Léger abandons siege of Fort Stanwix. August 22, 1777.
18 Washington defeated by Howe. September 11, 1777.
19 Wayne surprised and defeated at Paoli. September 21, 1777.
20 Battle of Germantown. October 4, 1777.
21 Burgoyne surrenders to Gates. October 17, 1777.
22 Battle of Monmouth Courthouse. June 28, 1778.
23 Cherry Valley raided by Tories and Indians. July 1-5, 1778.
24 Wayne takes Stony Point. July 16, 1779.
25 Arnold attacks New London. September 6, 1781.
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINNING
of
THE END
ON July 4, 1754, a young major adjutant general in the Virginia militia retreated through mud and rain along a forest path as the defeated remnants of his expeditionary force staggered under the weight of the sick and wounded on their backs. A month and a half before, they had crossed the main ridge of the Allegheny Mountains to do battle with the French; and they had lost. Now they were going back. In the developing frontier struggle for the domination of North America, this critical reversal would cost the English such credibility with their long-standing Indian allies that in the following year, when the smoldering conflict burst into flame, nearly all the western tribes drew their scalping-knives for France.
For the Virginia major, it was perhaps the darkest day thus far of his young life, and it threatened an early and inglorious end to his career.
That major was George Washington, who was twenty-two years old at the time. But Providence had assigned him a very different fate and, by its adumbrations, had foreshadowed his later triumph in the day of his defeat.
SINCE 1690, there had been three wars between the French and English in Europe, and each had rippled outward to the contested margins of their empires. In America, the cycle of violence had begun on February 9, 1690, when French soldiers and Indians, sweeping out of the forest, had fallen on the sleeping village of Schenectady, New York, and massacred the inhabitants. At the time, the French claimed almost the whole of North America, from the Alleghenies to the Rocky Mountains and from Mexico and Florida to the North Pole. To these vast regions, with adjacent islands, they had given the name of New France. The English, rather more modestly, claimed a string of colonial holdings on the Atlantic seaboard; but these they held convincingly. Most of the French settlers (about seventy-five thousand in all) were trappers and traders, who operated along the Mississippi and Saint Lawrence Rivers and seldom ventured to the farthest reaches of their theoretical domain; the English, on the other hand, had more than a million colonists, farming and creating growing towns and communities from Georgia to Maine.
Geography protracted the contest. In Canada and the American interior, it was hard to maneuver with decisive force and speed through forests or marshes, across mountains, or down rapids or streams choked with fallen trees. To some extent such terrain also rendered the numerical superiority of the English unavailing, since in actual encounters the numerical advantage often lay with the French. Moreover, the inability of the colonies to unite on almost any issue made it difficult for them to coordinate their efforts at defense. One Swedish visitor remarked, It happens that in time of war things go on very slowly and irregularly here; for not only the opinion of one province is sometimes directly opposite to that of another, but frequently the views of the governor and those of the assembly of the same province are quite different; so it is easy to see that, while the people are quarrelling about the best and cheapest manner of carrying on the war, an enemy has it in his power to take one place after another!
King William’s War (begun by the Schenectady Massacre) came to an end in 1697 and, after five years of an uneasy peace, was followed by Queen Anne’s War in 1702. That lasted until 1713. It was succeeded in turn by King George’s War, from 1744 to 1748.
Nothing had been settled. The French remained entrenched in the vast interior, where they fortified their positions, consolidated their alliances with various Indian tribes, and at strategic points along the main tributaries of the Ohio River sank or buried engraved lead plates claiming the territory for France. By 1753, they had begun to link French Louisiana with Canada by a chain of forts in a strategy designed to prevent the English from extending their settlements westward beyond the mountains and thus to hem them in between the mountains and the sea.
The English did not regard these encroachments with complacence, but in the international rivalry between the two empires, the development of sea power and the promotion of commerce assumed priority over all other concerns. Both France and Britain had established trading posts and ports of call in India, along the African coast, and in the West Indies in an effort to control both the slave trade and the European traffic in oriental goods. They valued their North American possessions primarily for what they could harvest or produce: fish, fur, and naval stores from the North; tobacco, sugar, rice, and indigo from the South. Sea power was essential to protect the distant trade routes, which meant not only the expansion of their respective navies but the establishment of naval stations at strategic locations like Gibraltar on the Mediterranean or Louisburg on the Canadian coast.
In North America, French and British commercial interests confronted each other on the seaboard of Acadia (extending from Nova Scotia northwestward to the Saint Lawrence basin); the area about Lake George and Lake Champlain along the Hudson-Saint Lawrence river route between New York and Montreal; the Great Lakes basin; and the Ohio Valley, which Virginia claimed even as the French moved to secure their access from the north. Late in 1753, in response, the royal governor of Virginia dispatched Major George Washington with a diplomatic protest to the French regional military commander at Fort Le Boeuf. When the French refused to withdraw, he sent Washington back early in the following year with militia and a company of British regulars to evict them.
This was the beginning of the French and Indian War.
By this time, the French were securely ensconced at Fort Duquesne on the site of modern Pittsburgh. Near Great Meadows—a level tract of grass bordered by wooded hills—Washington surprised a party of Frenchmen and opened fire, killing the French commanding officer and twenty men. Shortly thereafter, the French surrounded him in a hastily constructed log stronghold, fittingly dubbed Fort Necessity, and on July 4, 1754, they forced him to capitulate.
Washington could scarcely be blamed entirely for the defeat. Promised reinforcements from North Carolina had never arrived, and those from New York, arriving late, had crawled towards the scene of action with thin ranks, bad discipline, thirty women and children, no tents, no blankets, no knapsacks, and for munitions one barrel of spoiled gunpowder.
Over the next several months, in the face of colonial inaction, the French gathered like so many locusts
in pockets of the contested terrain.
France and Britain now poured in regular troops and roused their respective colonists and Indian allies. The Five Nations, or Iroquois tribal confederation, cast in their lot with the English, the Algonquin tribes with the French. New Englanders rallied creditably to the side of the king’s troops, but contributions from the middle and southern colonies, which had the most to gain, were negligible in proportion to their population. From the Ohio Valley the war rolled northward—at first merely as a protest against the French policy of encirclement—but in due course, amid the great lakes and wooded mountains of New England and western New York and on the wild coasts of Nova Scotia, it developed into a struggle for Canada as well.
The British went on the offensive and in February 1755 disembarked two regiments of regulars at Hampton, Virginia, under the command of General Edward Braddock of the Coldstream Guards. He proceeded up the Potomac to Alexandria, where together with several colonial governors he mapped out a campaign. The French were to be attacked at four points at once: two British regiments and a force of about 450 Virginia militia were to advance on Fort Duquesne (near the confluence of the Monongahela and Allegheny Rivers); two provincial regiments to reduce Fort Niagara (in western New York); a combined body of provincials from New England, New York, and New Jersey to seize the stronghold at Crown Point (at the southern end of Lake Champlain); and another body of New Englanders to capture Beauséjour and bring Acadia (in Canada) into subjection.
Braddock himself was to lead the expedition against Fort Duquesne, but despite his enthusiasm (and his record of success in fighting clansmen in the Scottish Highlands), he was not the right man. Benjamin Franklin, who was assigned the logistical task of rounding up wagons and packhorses for the march, wrote, Braddock might probably have made a good figure in some European war. But he had too much selfconfidence; too high an opinion of the validity of regular troops; too mean a one of both Americans and Indians.
In this, he was typical of the British officer corps.
He also thought the campaign would be easy. I shall hardly need to stop more than three or four days at Fort Duquesne; then I shall march on to Niagara, and from there to Frontenac,
he told Franklin. When the latter tactfully warned him of the danger of ambush, as the slender line, near four miles long, which your army must make, may . . . be cut like a thread into several pieces,
Braddock replied with a smile, These savages may, indeed, be a formidable enemy to your raw American militia, but upon the king’s regular and disciplined troops, sir, it is impossible they should make any impression.
Braddock also paid little heed to the seasoned frontier advice of Washington, now a colonel, who accompanied his expedition as an aidede-camp. He looks upon the country, I believe, as void of honor or honesty,
Washington wrote at the time. We have frequent disputes on this head, which are maintained with warmth on both sides, especially on his, as he is incapable of arguing without it, or giving up any point he asserts, be it ever so incompatible with reason or common sense.
Washington already had plenty of firsthand experience with the presumptions of the king’s men. When he had been trapped at Fort Necessity, reinforcements had arrived under a Captain Mackay, bearing a royal commission. Mackay, however, in a fatal separation of their forces, had refused to acknowledge Washington as his superior in command.
On the tenth of June, Braddock set off from Virginia’s Fort Cumberland on his march over the mountains. His heavily laden wagons were dragged with difficulty up the steep and rugged roads, and his supply train, extending for three or four miles, contained many articles of artificial necessity
inappropriate to a backwoods campaign. One packhorse, for example, typically carried six pounds of loaf sugar, a pound of green tea, a pound of bohea tea, six pounds of ground coffee, six pounds of chocolate, a half chest of white biscuit, a half pound of pepper, a quart of white vinegar, two dozen bottles of old Madeira wine, two gallons of Jamaica spirits
(rum), one bottle of powdered mustard, two well-cured hams,
a dozen cured tongues, six pounds of rice, six pounds of raisins, twenty pounds of butter, and one Gloucester cheese. A full month was thus consumed in marching about a hundred miles—which slowness evoked the irrepressible sarcasm of Horace Walpole, who wrote, General Braddock does not march as if he is at all impatient to be scalped.
Meanwhile, most of the hundred or so Indians he had taken with him as scouts had deserted in the face of his abuse.
Washington advised Braddock to divide his forces, leaving one part to come on with the army’s stores, baggage, and more cumbersome appurtenances, and with the other (light artillery and his elite troops) to advance rapidly on Fort Duquesne before it could be reinforced. Twelve hundred men were selected for the attack, but I found,
wrote Washington, that instead of pushing on with vigor, disregarding a little rough road, they were halting to level every molehill and to erect bridges over every brook, by which means we were four days in getting twelve miles.
On July 9, Braddock at last crossed the Monongahela River, about ten miles from where Fort Duquesne stood.
A rough path led before them over open, level ground until it curved along the base of a line of steep, forested hills. On either side of the path were thickly wooded ravines. Braddock neglected to send out scouting parties well in advance of his soldiers to reconnoiter the flanks, but instead advanced through the clearing in the greatest order with his whole force, their bayonets fixed, colors flying, and drums and fifes beating and playing—as if in a review in St. James’s Park.
At two o’clock, French and Indians rose out of the woods. The Virginia troops immediately scattered and took up positions behind bushes and trees, in a skirmishing style of fighting with which they might have held their own; but Braddock absurdly ordered them back into line and formed his regulars into platoons.
Thus arrayed as easy targets but unable to see the enemy themselves, they wasted their ammunition while enemy bullets poured with impunity into their lines. Even more terribly, many of the Virginians were slain by the blind British fire. At length the regulars lost their nerve completely and began rushing frantically about. When we endeavoured to rally them,
recalled Washington, it was with as much success as if we had attempted to stop wild bears.
Braddock rode back and forth in the thick of it all on his charger and, after four horses were shot under him, mounted a fifth. Washington was no less brave. Indeed, his coolness, courage, and knowledge of Indian warfare were chiefly responsible for the preservation of the surviving troops. Though he escaped unhurt, two horses were also killed under him, and four bullets pierced his clothes.
Retreat alone spared their forces absolute annihilation. When the battle was over, 750, or two thirds of the British and American contingent (including three quarters of its officers), lay dead or wounded, while the Indians and French had lost just 51. Braddock himself had taken a bullet in the lungs.
To expedite the long march back to Fort Cumberland, much of the baggage train, including cannon, munitions, and equipment, was discarded or destroyed. Provisions were scattered through the woods and swamps. Indians afterward gathered up much of the equipment—grenadiers’ caps, canteens, bayonets, and so on—and as they drifted in to Fort Duquesne toward nightfall, one eyewitness remembered, it seemed to me that almost everyone of them was carrying scalps.
Braddock, failing fast, was silent throughout the first day of the retreat and at night said only, Who would have thought it?
On the following day, he said merely, We shall better know how to deal with them another time.
Then he expired. He was deliberately buried in an unmarked grave in the road so that all his men, horses, and wagons would pass over the spot, effacing every sign of it, lest the Indians should find and mutilate his corpse.
Washington’s subsequent account of the debacle was scathing: The dastardly behaviour of the English soldiers exposed all those who were inclined to do their duty to almost certain death.
Years afterward, Benjamin Franklin remarked facetiously, [this battle] gave us the first suspicion that our exalted ideas of the prowess of British regular troops had not been well founded.
Of the three other British campaigns of 1755, only the attack on Fort Beauséjour in Acadia was successful. But it had little strategic bearing on the war.
BRADDOCK’S defeat left the long frontier from Maryland to Pennsylvania exposed, and, with the encouragement of the French, the western tribes now attacked the border settlements with seeming impunity. No road is safe,
wrote Washington as scalping parties came to within fifty miles of Philadelphia. Not far from the Moravian town of Bethlehem, Indians fell on the village of Gnadenhutten and massacred the inhabitants. By fall, the whole frontier was in a panic, and the French commandant at Fort Duquesne was exulting that prisoners of every age and sex
were being held by his Indian allies. The fate of many captives and other settlers was cruel. The [Indians] kill all they meet,
admitted one French priest, and after having abused the women and maidens, kill them and scalp the children alive.
Meanwhile, on August 14, the Virginia Assembly had appointed Washington its commander in chief of militia, and in that capacity he undertook the almost impossible task of defending a 350-mile-long frontier. At his disposal he had just 1,500 men, and the insufficiency of this force drove him almost to despair. The supplicating tears of the women and moving petitions of the men,
he wrote, melt me into such deadly sorrow, that I solemly declare, if I know my own mind, I could offer myself a willing sacrifice to the butchering enemy, provided that would contribute to the people’s ease.
By 1756, the conflict which had begun in the backwoods of America had spread to the rest of the world. In May and June, England and France formally declared war on each other and, in what came to be known as the Seven Years’ War, allied themselves to various other European powers. They preyed upon one another’s shipping, clashed directly or through surrogates on the European mainland, and met directly in India and North Africa and on islands of the sea. In the wilderness of North America, it was an abominable kind of war,
wrote one Frenchman, in which insensibility and hardness
seemed to infect the very air one breathed.
In addition to the British regulars that came over in waves, some 20,000 Americans took part in the fighting, including a special corps of American rangers made up of independent frontiersmen of particular toughness, daring, and skill. As they prowled the woodlands, summer and winter, day and night, were alike to them,
wrote the great historian Francis Parkman:
Embarked in whaleboats or birch-canoes, they glided under the silent moon, or in the languid glare of a breathless August day, when islands floated in a dreamy-haze, and the hot air was thick with odors of the pines. They were there in bright October, when the jay screamed from the woods, or squirrels gathered their winter hoard, and in the tomb-like silence of the winter forest, with breath frozen on his beard, the ranger strode on snow-shoes over the spotless drifts; and, like Durer’s knight, a ghastly death stalked ever at his side.
For two years, the British commanders—first John Campbell, the Scottish earl of Loudoun, and his successor, James Abercrombie—proved ineffectual, while the French found strength and assurance in their brilliant general, the marquis de Montcalm. Montcalm took Fort Oswego on the south shore of Lake Ontario, the most important of the English outposts, and a year later destroyed Fort William Henry at the southern end of Lake George. For his part, Abercrombie led an army of nearly 15,000 British regulars and colonial militia to ignominious defeat at Fort Ticonderoga, where, on July 5, 1758, he allowed almost his whole force to be cut to pieces by Montcalm before the fortress walls.
Then the tide turned. William Pitt was appointed the British war minister, eliminated incompetents from the general staff, and chose Jeffrey Amherst and James Wolfe for his American command. Before the end of 1758, Louisbourg, Fort Frontenac (which controlled Lake Ontario), and Fort Duquesne had fallen to their troops.
In the advance on Fort Duquesne, Brigadier General John Forbes made his way (like Braddock before him) with difficulty over the mountains, divided his force and, with 2,500 picked men, pushed on for the assault. Washington led the vanguard and (unlike Braddock) made extensive use of scouting parties, but this time there was nothing to fear. The French commander had already abandoned the stronghold, blowing up his magazines and retreating down the Ohio River by the light of the flames. On the twenty-eighth, the British-American forces marched in. The fortress was refortified and garrisoned, its name was changed to Fort Pitt (in honor of William Pitt), and it became the nucleus of the future community of Pittsburgh.
So ended the campaign of 1758. The French had held their own at Ticonderoga, but their left and right flanks had been forced back. Time for them was running out. At the end of July 1759, Fort Niagara on New York’s western frontier was captured by Sir William Johnson and his Iroquois allies, and the French bastions at Crown Point and Ticonderoga finally fell to Lord Amherst, which opened the way northward to the French provincial capital of Québec.
The battle for Québec was the decisive battle of the war. The city, an almost impregnable stronghold, was the Gibraltar of America.
Standing upon the crest of a monumental headland that thrust out into the Saint Lawrence River, it had an upper city, naturally defended by steep bluffs, and a lower city, ringed by forts. Below the town lay the Saint Charles River, considered unfordable and defended by a bridgehead. A boom of logs obstructed the river’s mouth, and this boom in turn was guarded by a battery of heavy guns resting on three sunken ships. Earthworks had also been thrown up along the shore on either side.
On June 26, a fleet bearing a British army of 9,000 men under General Wolfe anchored just south of Québec City. The French general Montcalm, in charge of the city’s defense, had at his disposal 7,000 troops, mostly Canadian militia, as well as Indian auxiliaries. But he not unreasonably expected that if Wolfe dared to attack, it would be through the lower city. And so that was where he kept his main force.
Wolfe laid siege but from the end of June to the twelfth of September made little headway. He bombarded the French from his frigates and islands in the stream and managed to run several vessels past the French artillery that swept the riverfront. But when he attempted to attack the French left, he was repulsed with heavy losses. One afternoon, however, he spied through his telescope a goat trail leading up to the Plains of Abraham, the heights above the town. The trail was defended by about 100 men, an adequate force for such a narrow defile. But early in the morning of September 13, 24 British commandos caught them napping. Within a few hours, 3,200 British soldiers had clambered up to the heights, dragging a cannon after them. To face them, Montcalm brought out two cannon and 5,000 men.
The day before, an ailing Wolfe had told his doctor, I know perfectly well you cannot cure me, but pray make me up so that I may be without pain for a few days, and able to do my duty; that is all I want.
As he had come down the river on the ebb tide to the path up to the heights, he had recited Thomas Gray’s Elegy in a Country Churchyard: one way or another, he knew he was going to die.
The plains were a level tract of grass commanding the town and at the place Wolfe chose for his battlefield, less than a mile wide. Between the plains and Québec itself was a wooded hill. The first French soldiers appeared on its summit at about six o’clock.
The British were in line and waiting. At Wolfe’s command, each soldier loaded his musket with two balls. The French charged—the British came forward as if to meet them, then halted and stood still. When the French had come to within forty yards, the British fired. The French line broke; the British charged and drove them back in a rout. Both Wolfe and Montcalm were mortally wounded in the action, which was remarkably brief. As Wolfe lay dying, an aide exclaimed, They run; see how they run!
Who run?
Wolfe asked in a daze. The enemy, sir. They give way everywhere.
Wolfe whispered, God be praised, I will die in peace.
His equally gallant adversary was laid to rest in a rough coffin lowered into a crater made by a British shell.
The remnants of the French army abandoned Québec and fell back to Montreal, where they held out for another year. But in August 1760, Lord Amherst brought an overpowering army to its gates, and on September 7 he received the garrison’s unconditional surrender. Meanwhile, in the wider sphere of action, the English had driven the French from all of their East Indian possessions and part of their North African claims; had captured Grenada, Guadeloupe, Dominica, Martinique, Saint Lucia, and Saint Vincent in the West Indies; and had devastated the French merchant marine. Spain, out of fear of English domination, had entered the war on the side of France in 1761, but at great cost to herself and too late to rescue her ally. In 1762, Spanish Cuba and the Philippines fell to British troops.
Peace negotiations were opened in Paris, and on February 10, 1763, Canada and its dependencies passed by the stroke of a pen to the British Crown. The British returned the West Indian islands of Saint Lucia, Martinique, and Guadeloupe but kept the rest that they had captured. Spain agreed to cede Florida but recovered Cuba and the Philippines in a similar exchange. Nothing remained of the great French dominion in North America but a pair of little islands off the coast of Newfoundland where French fishermen could dry their nets.
All this made England preeminent among the maritime and colonial powers. David Garrick, the noted actor, rejoiced in a celebratory masque:
Great Britain shall triumph, her ships plough the sea;
Her standard is Justice; her watchword Be free!
Then cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing,
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, our King.
Heart of oak are our ships, Jolly tars are our men,
We always are ready,
Steady, boys, steady!
We’ll fight and we’ll conquer
Again and again.
Yet there were intimations of mortality in the way the deal had been cut. Many Britons were unhappy with the territorial swap and thought England had needlessly relinquished many gains. We retain nothing,
exclaimed Pitt with considerable exaggeration, although we have conquered everything. . . . By our concessions . . . we have given [France] the means of recovering her prodigious losses and of becoming once more formidable to us at sea.
In this he would turn out to be right. At the same time (but with less perspicacity) a surprising number were in favor of returning Canada (which they regarded as a wintry wasteland) to France in exchange for the tiny but sugar-rich island of Guadeloupe. Before long, Garrick’s proud and optimistic chant was drowned out by verses like these:
Britannia, MISTRESS OF THE WORLD NO MORE
By foes deluded, by false friends betray’d,
And rifled of the spoils her conquests made;
Curs’d with a treaty, whose unequal terms
Check in mid-progress her victorious arms. . .
But in the American colonies, there were no such misgivings. From New England to the Carolinas, Americans lit bonfires, rang bells, fired off their guns in celebration, threw festive banquets, and marched in parades. Protestant clergymen joined in the rejoicing but also looked upon the French defeat in biblical terms: God has given us to sing this day the downfall of New France, the North American Babylon, New England’s rival,
proclaimed Eli Forbes to his congregation in Brookfield, Massachusetts. Methinks I see towns enlarged, settlements increased, and this howling wilderness become a fruitful field which the Lord hath blessed; and, to complete the scene, I see churches rise and flourish in every Christian grace where has been the seat of Satan and Indian idolatry.
European diplomats saw something else: that the completeness of the British victory carried with it the germs of the disintegration of the king’s empire in America. As long as France had threatened the colonies, they had looked to the mother country for support and leadership, being unable to muster themselves to a common defense. But once the threat was past, what was to prevent them from going their own way? Montcalm himself, before the Battle of Quebec, had predicted not only his own defeat but its great aftermath in colonial rebellion. I console myself,
he said, that in my defeat and in her conquest, England will find a tomb.
And far away in Constantinople, the comte de Vergennes, then French ambassador to the court of the Ottoman Turks, wrote with remarkable prescience, The colonies will no longer need Britain’s protection. She will call on them to contribute toward supporting the burdens they have helped to bring on her, and they will answer by striking off their chains.
Twelve years later, as French foreign minister, Vergennes would emerge as the architect of his government’s pro-American policy during the Revolutionary War.
Whether the colonists themselves clearly understood their own situation is a question. Benjamin Franklin (the most worldly wise of them, perhaps) believed—or affected to believe—that the colonies were so jealous of one another that they would never unite against their mother country: If they could not agree to unite against the French and Indians, can it reasonably be supposed that there is any danger of their uniting against their own nation, which it is well known they all love much more than they love one another? I will venture to say union amongst them for such a purpose is not merely improbable, it is impossible
—unless, he added, they are made to feel the most grievous tyranny and oppression.
CHAPTER TWO
THE COLONIAL
WORLD
IT was a commonplace of the discourse of Empire to speak of Britain as the mother country
and of her colonies as children.
And this had been the case for some time. For the most part, such familial language was used with affection, but beginning in 1765 a satirical or recalcitrant vein crept in, as in a ballad written by Benjamin Franklin himself called The Mother Country
:
We have an old Mother that peevish is grown,
She snubs us like Children that scarce walk alone;
She forgets we’re grown up and have Sense of our own;
Which nobody can deny, deny, which nobody can deny.
If we don’t obey Orders, whatever the Case;
She frowns, and she chides, and she loses all Pati-
Ence, and sometimes she hits us a Slap in the Face,
Which nobody can deny, &c.
Her Orders so odd are, we often suspect
That Age has impaired her sound Intellect:
But still an old Mother should have due Respect,
Which nobody can deny, &c.
Let’s bear with her Humours as well as we can:
But why should we bear the Abuse of her Man?
When Servants make Mischief; they earn the Rattan,
Which nobody can deny, &c.
Know too, ye bad Neighbours, who aim to divide
The Sons from the Mother, that still she’s our Pride;
And if ye attack her we’re all of her side,
Which nobody can deny, &c.
We’ll join in her Lawsuits, to baffle all those,
Who, to get what she has, will be often her Foes:
For we know it must all be our own, when she goes,
Which nobody can deny, deny, which nobody can deny.
Franklin’s ballad expressed a conditionally defiant but still loyal attitude to England, with a clear warning to the French. Nevertheless, it also seemed to predict a time of independence, when the colonies (like children upon the demise of their parents) would claim their just inheritance. Two years later, Pennsylvania lawyer John Dickinson, in one of his famous Letters from a Pennsylvania Farmer,
more sheepishly advised his compatriots, Let us behave like dutiful children who have received unmerited blows from a beloved parent. Let us complain to our parent; but let our complaints speak at the same time the language of affection and veneration.
English statesmen favored the same metaphor, for example, Lord Chatham, William Pitt: I love the Americans because they love liberty, and I love them for the noble efforts they made in the last war . . . [but] they must be subordinate. In all laws relating to trade and navigation especially, this is the mother country, they are the children; they must obey and we prescribe.
Almost no one in America at the end of the French and Indian War would have disagreed, despite some grumbling. The colonies were joined to Britain in a triple kinship of laws, language, and blood,
as Francis Parkman put it, and it would be only after a decade of intermittent but escalating disagreement that Americans would come to believe that a most grievous tyranny and oppression
had descended upon their lives.
BY the time the British had prevailed over the French, English settlement in America was almost two hundred years old. In 1585, Sir Walter Raleigh had started a colony on Roanoke Island off the North Carolina coast, but it had ended mysteriously when 150 colonists had disappeared without a trace, leaving nothing but the word CROATAN (the name of a local Indian tribe) carved on a tree. In April 1607, Captain John Smith had sailed into Hampton Roads and founded Jamestown, Virginia, with a fort, a storehouse, a row of huts, and a church. For the last, he vividly tells us, Wee did hang an awning, which is an old saile, to three or foure trees to shadow us from the Sunne; our walls were railes of wood; our seates unhewed trees till we cut plankes; our Pulpit a bar of wood nailed to two neighbouring trees. In foul weather we shifted into an old rotten tent. . . . This was our Church till we built a homely thing like a barne.
Thirteen years later, in December 1620, two hundred English settlers disembarked from the Mayflower on the Massachusetts coast at Plymouth Rock. They clung with tenacity to their rockbound shore, building a fort and a watchtower on Burial Hill. Though more than half died of cold and scurvy that first winter, the settlement survived and grew.
Since that time, thirteen colonies had been established in America (most during the seventeenth century but the latest, Georgia, in 1732), with 2.5 to 3 million inhabitants, including 500,000 African slaves. On the whole, they formed a diverse group of political, ethnic, and religious entities that occupied the length of the eastern seaboard with settlements extending westward to the Appalachian Mountains. Although all to varying degrees had representative governments and subscribed to English law—in most instances there was a royal governor (appointed by the Crown), an upper (nominated) House, and an elected Assembly representing the various districts and towns—their political evolution (as derived from the dates and circumstances of their origin) had followed various courses. In New England and Virginia, for example, the representative assemblies were more powerful and fully constitutional (as a counterweight to the governor’s royal prerogative) than in Maryland, Georgia, and the Carolinas, where such institutions were incomplete.
Both the New England colonies and Pennsylvania had been founded by those seeking religious freedom; others had developed from strategic ventures or proprietary grants. New York (originally New Netherlands) had begun primarily as a commercial enterprise launched by the Dutch West India Company in 1623; Maryland had been founded in 1632 in part as a refuge for Catholics; Georgia a century later as a repository for convicts and debtors but also as a buffer between South Carolina and the Spanish settlements in Florida. Nevertheless, over time the colonies had more or less associated themselves into three groups: the New England colonies (Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, and New Hampshire, with the still-unincorporated territories of Vermont and Maine); the middle colonies (New York, New Jersey, Delaware, and Pennsylvania); and the southern colonies (Virginia, Maryland, North and South Carolina, and Georgia). There was little commerce or communication among them, and regional differences, conflicting economic interests, and boundary disputes kept them apart.
The New England economies were based on farming, coastal fishing, some manufacturing (such as shipbuilding), and seaborne trade. The middle colonies depended primarily on farming and cottage industries, especially Old World crafts; while the economic life of the South revolved around large cash crops such as tobacco in Virginia and Maryland and rice in the Carolinas. Proportionately more productive and profitable per acre than maize, wheat, or oats (the major grains), tobacco had come to predominate even in Georgia, where the intention of the original colonists had been to cultivate silkworms and grapes.
Intercolony trade was modest, but the foreign trade carried on by some of the colonies was fairly large. By 1700, Virginia and Maryland were exporting annually more than £300,000 worth of tobacco to England, as well as a good deal of sugar and rice, while New England had begun to develop strong trading ties with southern Europe and the West Indies. Pennsylvania, in turn, carried on a surprisingly extensive
trade, wrote Andrew Burnaby, a young English candidate for holy orders who traveled through the colonies in 1759-1760, to Great Britain, the West Indies, every part of North America, the Madeiras, Lisbon, Cádiz, Holland, Africa, the Spanish Main, and several other places, exclusive of what is illicitly carried on to Cape François, and Monte Cristo.
By the 1760s, the colonies accounted for close to 12 percent of British imports, a quarter of her domestic exports, and a tenth of her reexports to other lands. Imports were mostly items manufactured in England, with the superfluities and luxuries of life.
There was competition among the great cities. Boston’s fleet of seagoing vessels ranked third in the English-speaking world, exceeded only by those of London and Bristol, but by the time of the Revolution, Philadelphia had surpassed Boston in size and, after London, was the second city of the empire. On the other hand, New York was considered the geographical and military fulcrum of British colonial power. Bostonians regarded their own town as the most civilized of the great ports, or at least as more civil than Philadelphia or New York. New Yorkers (then as now) tended to talk very loud, very fast, and all together,
complained one Bostonian, who also wrote that Philadelphia, for all its grandeur, lacked taste and style and was governed by inferior laws.
Philadelphia’s grandeur was all its own. William Penn had conceived it as a greene countrie towne which may never be burnt
and had laid it out in a grid, with each house placed in the middle of a large lot so as to leave ground on either side for gardens or orchards or fields. It had neat, wide, tree-lined streets that were straight as a string,
with wide sidewalks for pedestrians and many fine brick houses, some with handsome painted awnings and second-story balconies where oftentimes the men sit in a cool habit and smoke.
Many of the streets were paved (and diligently cleaned by a sanitation department that carted away the refuse); at night they were lit by streetlamps and patrolled by constables. By the end of the colonial period, Philadelphia had 40,000 inhabitants, almost twice the number of New York.
New York, the next in size with a population of 25,000, occupied the southern end of Manhattan Island and in 1770 extended only to about Catherine and Reade Streets. At the island’s southern tip stood the main battery, a great half-moon or semicircular rampart facing out upon the water and mounted with fifty-six great guns. At the opposite end of town was the common. Connecting the two was the wide, paved central thoroughfare of Broadway, lined on both sides with regularly spaced young poplars and elms. To the north lay farmlands, marshes, and woods.
Most of the side streets were narrow, meandering, and poorly paved, leading to the Hudson or East Rivers, but there were sidewalks as far as Vesey Street, and a few streetlamps on posts had recently been installed. Most areas of New York, however, were required to have a lantern and candle hung on a pole from every seventh house. The watchman repeatedly called out, Lanthorn, and a whole can-dell-light. Hang out your lights.
He was also an auxiliary policeman, or rattle-watch, so called because he carried a large rattle, or klopper,
which he would strike to frighten thieves away. All night long he announced the hour and the weather: One o’clock and fair winds
or Five o’clock and cloudy skies.
Regular policemen, or constables, carried black staves six feet long, tipped with brass.
Unlike in Philadelphia, many of the houses in New York were set wall to wall like tenements, without a surrounding firebreak, and as yet the city had no system of water supply, though a large public well was being built at Broadway and Chambers Street from which an engine was to pump water to residents through wooden pipes. There was also no fire department, but in New York as well as Boston, each family owned fire buckets made of heavy leather and embossed with the owner’s name, which were kept in a nearby church. When a fire broke out, local residents would form a double line to the nearest river and pass the buckets to and from the blaze.
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IN one way or another the colonies had been trying to unite since 1643, when the four New England colonies had signed articles for mutual defense against invasion by Indians or any other hostile force. In 1696, William Penn had suggested the formation of a colonial congress with a commissioner appointed by the king as executive officer. Five years later, three regional confederations had also been proposed, but without result.
Although the British often complained of the lack of coordination among the colonies in such matters as defense, they also discouraged concerted effort out of fear that some dangerous union
(as one royal governor of Pennsylvania put it) be formed. In 1754, however, the British authorities, as represented by the London Board of Trade, called a conference at Albany, New York, to try to get the colonies to unite at least on their Indian affairs. Benjamin Franklin, who went as a delegate, was an ardent champion of the idea. Three years before, he had told a friend that he found it a very strange thing, if six Nations of ignorant Savages [meaning the Iroquois confederacy] should be capable of forming a Scheme for such an Union,
yet a like Union should be impracticable for ten or a Dozen English Colonies.
In May 1754, the Pennsylvania Gazette had printed his famous woodcut of a snake broken into eight pieces, each piece labeled with initials: N.E., N Y, N J., P., M., V., N.C., S.C., with the caption JOIN OR DIE. Every Body cries, a Union is absolutely necessary,
he wrote, but when they come to the Manner and Form of the Union, their weak Noddles are presently distracted. So if ever there be an Union it must be form’d at home by the Ministry and Parliament.
A month later, he set off for the Albany conference, where he presented a plan that guaranteed local self-government to each colony and provided for a federal council of representatives chosen by the colonial assemblies under a governor-general with executive powers appointed by the Crown.
The conference endorsed it, but in the end it found favor with neither the colonial assemblies to which it was submitted (which were jealous of their own independence) nor the officials in London (who preferred a union of a less popular sort). As Franklin later noted in his Autobiography, had the colonies been allowed to unite, they could have defended themselves and there would then have been no need of troops from England.
When the troops came, they furnished the reason or pretext for the taxes against which the colonists rebelled.
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EARLY propaganda designed to promote settlement in the New World had encouraged great expectations. One pamphlet published in London in 1670 described New York as a kind of Eden where every crop of grain had a very good increase
and all other Fruits and Herbs common in England besides.
The woods were said to abound with game and the waters off Long Island to teem with fish, seals, walrus, and whales. Local medicinal plants offered the immigrant a complete therapeutic range: Many are of the opinion, and the Natives do affirm, that there is no disease common to the Countrey, but may be cured.
As for the Indians, there was nothing to fear. There are now but few upon the Island, and it hath been generally observed,
claimed the pamphlet with a terrible condescension, that where the English come to setle, a Divine Hand makes way for them, by removing or cutting off the Indians, either by Wars one with the other, or by some raging mortal Disease.
Those that remained were said to be harmless gamblers or drunks.
Other colonies lured newcomers with a similar pitch. Georgia was said to be such a land as Nature has not bless’d the World with any Tract, which can be preferable to it, that Paradise with all her Virgin Beauties, may be modestly suppos’d at most but equal to its Native Excellencies
; and those interested in settling in South Carolina were assured in 1733 that all things will undoubtedly thrive there
—where wild game already flourished and the woodlands were bursting with succulent fruit.
As extravagant or mythologized as such claims appear, immigrants were not always disappointed. For those who carved out a place for themselves even in the wilderness were usually better off than in the country from which they’d come. The Scotch-Irishman’s backwoods log cabin, for instance, was a vast improvement on rural housing in Ulster, the most miserable Huts you can imagine, of Mud and Straw, much worse than Indian Wig Wams.
Food was better and more abundant, and though work was hard, the virgin soil generally gave a good return. So did cottage industry and trade. One Dutch baker in Germantown, Pennsylvania, for example, enthusiastically wrote home after a year that he had already acquired a Negro slave, a cow, a horse, pigs, chickens, geese, a garden, and next year . . . an orchard . . . and I have no rent or excise to pay.
Bounty abounded. Visitors to a Dutch village on Long Island in 1679, for example, were served a full pail of Gowanus oysters . . . best in the country . . . as good as those of England [thrown on the fire to roast] . . . some not less than a foot long. . . . We had for supper a roasted haunch of venison, which weighed thirty pounds and was exceedingly good and tender. Also turkey and wild goose.
Three quarters of a century later, a Swedish traveler noted in his journal, Every countryman, even the poorest peasant, has an orchard with apples, peaches, chestnuts, walnuts, cherries, quinces and such fruits, and sometimes we saw vines climbing in them. The valleys were frequently blessed with little brooks of crystalclear water. The fields by the sides of the road were almost all mown.
It was a land of opportunity. In 1767, George Washington could rejoice in the rich possibilities in the back country for adventurers, where . . . an enterprising man with very little money may lay the foundation of a noble estate.
One traveler to the Wyoming Valley of Pennsylvania in the mid-1770s noted the prodigious number of houses rearing up, fields cultivating, the great extent of industry open’d to a bold indefatigable enterprising people.
French diplomat François de Barbé-Marbois, another relatively impartial observer, was likewise in awe of the overall prosperity he found. The land, he wrote, repays a moderate degree of labor very generously,
and he asserted that in a journey of 150 leagues, he did not meet a single peasant who was not well dressed and who did not have a good wagon or at least a good horse. The best of our kings was satisfied to wish that each peasant might have every Sunday a hen in his pot. Here, we have not entered a single dwelling in the morning without finding there a kettle in which was cooking a good fowl, or a piece of beef, or mutton with a piece of bacon; and a great abundance of vegetables; bread, cider, things from the dairy, a profusion of firewood; clean furniture, a good bed, and often a newspaper.
Although some European visitors noted with repugnance the emphasis (particularly in New England) on commerce and advantage—they try to cheat [a stranger] if they can,
wrote one in a typical complaint—Americans had also not yet begun to rationalize differences between the classes in disparagement of the poor. Begging and homelessness were almost unknown in the colonies, and most towns had hostels subsidized by the community which took in old people or those unable to work. As for the unemployed, care is taken,
one traveler noted with admiration, that they lack neither work nor food.
The poorhouse and hospital he visited were nothing like the sad establishments of the kind he was acquainted with in France. They were orderly, neat, and clean and appeared the work of enlightened and compassionate humanity.
ALTHOUGH colonial society was hierarchical, with a relatively leisured elite, there was a good deal of social mobility and class distinctions were not fixed. In major towns and cities (such as Boston, Providence, and Newport) there was a substantial merchant class, and the more prosperous formed a kind of local aristocracy, as did the great landowners and merchants in the South; but there was no titled nobility, and the typical farmer owned, rather than rented, his land. The artisan, though distinguishable from his superior by his leather apron, was not prevented from discarding it. Except for slaves and indentured servants, most Americans also had a life in local politics. Generally speaking, only those with property were allowed to vote, but by property was often meant, as defined by the Virginia legislature in 1670, such as by their estates real or personal, have interest enough to tye them to the endeavor of the public good.
In America, there were few without some property in that sense. Royal officials complained of town meetings
where the lowest Mechanics
could discuss the most important points of government, with the utmost freedom.
Or, as a less hostile observer remarked, Each individual has an equal liberty of delivering his opinion, and is not liable to be silenced or browbeaten by a richer or greater townsman than himself; and each vote weighs equally whether that of the highest or lowest inhabitant.
Nevertheless, some were more equal than others, and the practice of democracy was more evident in the North (and the middle colonies) than the South. In the North, there were few great landowners and therefore nothing like the clear disparity of wealth and social division that existed in Virginia and Maryland, for example, between laborers and the stupendously propertied manorial lords. The