The British negotiators, Sutherland and Kingston, were less inclined to gamble. They hurried after Burgoyne and insisted that he must first consult his senior officers before rejecting the agreement. The general allowed himself to be persuaded, and Kingston ran back to catch up with Wilkinson, pleading to have the truce extended for two hours while the consultation took place. On his own intitiative, Wilkinson granted the extension, sending word back to Gates of what he had done. Just before the time was up, a disconsolate Sutherland arrived with the news that Burgoyne still refused to accept the terms of surrender. At this point, a curious kind of collusion arose from Sutherland and Wilkinson’s friendship.
Wilkinson pulled out the letter in which Burgoyne had accepted the original agreement, asking only that convention should replace the word capitulation. While Sutherland listened, Wilkinson read aloud the relevant passages that showed the general’s agreement to every other condition. Had Burgoyne gone back on his word? Wilkinson asked dramatically. Was this the behavior of a gentleman? It was the very argument Sutherland needed. He begged to be given the letter, promising he would use it to win Burgoyne round. While Wilkinson waited outside the British camp for a final answer, a messenger came from the impatient Gates telling him to break off negotiations at once, the extra two hours had expired and the truce was over. Refusing to give up, Wilkinson sent word back insisting on another thirty minutes. To his relief, a triumphant Sutherland appeared soon afterward with the surrender documents bearing the signature of Lieutenant General John Burgoyne.
Wilkinson’s reward was to escort the British general when he came to make the formal surrender to Gates at the American camp the next day. The scene launched a thousand images printed in books, magazines, and newspapers across the young United States— Burgoyne in his gold-braided scarlet coat, General Friedrich von Riedesel, the Hessian commander in dark coat with gilded epaulets, and General Horatio Gates in his unadorned blue coat.
Everywhere to the south, British armies were establishing control, from Clinton on the bluffs outside Albany to Howe in the streets of Philadelphia. But here on the hillside above the Hudson River, a reversal of such magnitude took place that all the enemy’s success was nullified, and every country in Europe from Spain to Russia was forced to take seriously the Americans’ declaration of their independence. With justifiable pride, Wilkinson remembered his own position in the scene: “A youth in plain blue frock without other military insignia than a cockade and a sword, I stood in the presence of three experienced European generals, soldiers before my birth . . . , yet the consciousness of my inexperience did not shake my purpose.”
It was his job to introduce the two generals, then Burgoyne doffed his hat and spoke the momentous words “The fortune of war, General Gates, has made me your prisoner.” And Gates, pink and bespectacled, solemnly answered, “I shall always be ready to testify that it has not been through any fault of your excellency.” An hour later, the British soldiers marched out of camp to the beat of their drums and began to pile up their muskets.
That was the public face, but privately it looked different. Burgoyne was so close to tears he could hardly speak. Marching out to surrender his weapon, a downcast Digby thought the drums “seemed almost ashamed to be heard on such an occasion.” Gates never stopped beaming with pride. And the moment the surrender ceremony was over, his chief of staff collapsed from nervous exhaustion as a result of “the strong excitements produced by the important scenes in which I had been engaged.”
Much of what Wilkinson did was an act, but his reaction to the long weeks of stress he had undergone was real— an agonizing attack of colic that convulsed him so painfully he thought he would die. He was taken to Albany to recuperate, where a doctor eventually relieved his agony with a heavy dose of laudanum. For someone who always wanted to appear at ease and in control, the incident offered an oddly revealing glimpse of the turmoil beneath the guise. It helps to explain the humiliating experience that was about to follow his moment of triumph.
5
BETRAYING GENERAL GATES
WHEN SIR JOHN BURGOYNE appeared before a parliamentary inquiry in London into the causes of his surrender, he claimed to have been defeated not by a militia but by a professional army. “The standing corps [i.e., the Continental Army] which I have seen are disciplined,” he stated. “I do not hazard the term [use it loosely], but apply it to the great fundamental points of military institution, sobriety, subordination, regularity, and courage.” This compliment to the training of the Continental soldiers, and particularly of the specialist units, was deserved, but in reality most of Gates’s army had consisted of part- time soldiers. Of almost twenty-one thousand men under his command, two thirds belonged to the militia, the very troops whose “Disregard of Discipline, Confusion & Inattention” had forced their previous commander, General Schuyler, to the painful extremity of having “to Coax, to wheedle and even to Lye, to carry on the Service.” Saratoga was a defeat not just for the British, but for critics of the militia.
Since its creation in 1775, the Continental Army had consumed four fifths of the revenues raised by Congress, and General Washington had insisted on ever greater control over its expenditure, not simply in battle but in military organization. Even John Adams, the Massachusetts delegate who had actually proposed Washington as commander, felt that too much power had been channeled into the hands of one man. “Now We can allow a certain Citizen to be wise, virtuous, and good,” he confided to his wife, Abigail, “without thinking him a Deity or a saviour.”
Saratoga revived the belief of the New Englanders in the merits of the citizen soldier, the quintessential American fighter, and their doubts about a standing army. “From a well-regulated militia we have nothing to fear,” Boston’s John Hancock insisted, “their interest is the same with that of the state . . . they do not jeopard[ize] their lives for a master who considers them only as the instruments of his ambition.”
Inevitably, therefore, the generalship of Horatio Gates was compared to that of George Washington, the advocate of a professional soldiery, who had failed to prevent the capture of Philadelphia and, since Trenton, had been defeated at Brandywine and Germantown and was now preparing to retreat to winter quarters at Valley Forge, apparently incapable of inflicting harm on the enemy.
In a fan letter to Gates, the Massachusetts delegate James Lovell told him, “We want you in different places . . . We want you most near Germantown. Good God! What a Situation are we in!” Excitably, Dr. Benjamin Rush spelled out the full significance of Saratoga. “The northern army has shown us what Americans are capable of with a GENERAL at their head,” he wrote. “The spirit of the southern army is no ways inferior to the spirit of the north. A Gates . . . would in a few weeks render them an irresistible body of men.”
That sentiment was given practical effect by Congress within weeks of receiving the news of Saratoga. General Thomas Mifflin of Pennsylvania, once Washington’s quartermaster general and close friend of his former adjutant general Horatio Gates, was authorized to select a new military Board of War to replace the original civilian version under John Adams. The board was responsible for organization of the army’s entire infrastructure, its recruitment, staffing, pay, and equipment. It occupied more of Adams’s time than any other activity, and its complex requirements convinced Congress that its members needed to be soldiers.