And courage.
He liked the hill on which he stood. Long and low and not even a hundred feet high, the British might not recognize it as an impediment until it was too late, and were committed to a slow and tiresome uphill climb. The hill was relatively barren and windswept, which meant the enemy couldn’t hide as they approached. Grasses would grow before the end of summer, but there would be no trees and no heavy brush. If only it wasn’t so damned long, he thought. There was, he admitted, more hill than he had army to defend it.
Stark turned to his entourage. The other generals looked serious, while some of the lower-ranking officers looked on curiously, wondering what their betters were thinking, and knowing that such thoughts could determine whether they lived or died.
“Here,” Stark said, pointing to the ground. “We will make our defenses here. Our left flank will be on the marsh in that direction and our right flank will be anchored on that bloody bog. They cannot turn us.”
“You’re sure they’ll come this way?” asked Wayne.
“They don’t really have a choice,” Stark answered firmly. “They will come directly from Detroit and will be funneled by the rivers and the location of Fort Washington. If they go to our south, they will have to cross the river under fire, and I cannot imagine that Johnny Burgoyne would ever want to do that. He had enough of river crossings at Saratoga. No, by coming this way, he can keep his feet dry and only have fairly innocent streams to cross as he gets closer.”
Will was busy taking notes. The location chosen was near the portage where Indians and French hunters had been crossing from Lake Michigan. It led to the spot where they could put their canoes back in the water and commence a long journey that would ultimately take them to St. Louis and New Orleans. Stark was right, he thought. The geography and the wetlands would force the British to come this way. Still, he saw a problem.
“General,” said Will. “It is several miles between the two bogs. How will we defend such a distance with the small force at our command?”
“We will fortify the entire length and defend where they choose to attack. I don’t think they will spread their forces and force us to spread ours. With Grant as second in command, I see him attempting a single attack in overwhelming strength at what they perceive of as a vital point. We will watch them and be prepared to move along our line and confront them at a moment’s notice.”
“Fortifying that much hill will be a major effort,” said Schuyler.
Stark nodded. “It will.”
“And it will be virtually impossible to keep secret,” Tallmadge added.
“Do the British still have spies here?” Stark asked.
“Doubtless, sir,” Tallmadge answered. “We’ve caught some of them and hanged them, of course, but I do not think that we’ve found all. Besides, there is enough casual traffic between here and the surrounding communities that it will be virtually impossible to keep our efforts a secret.”
Stark shrugged. “Then we shall presume no secrets. We shall presume that the British will know exactly where and what we are doing. You’re right, of course, Tallmadge. Any man who counts on this being a secret is a fool. We will have to outfight them, not out-secret them.”
Tallmadge smiled, “Your orders, then sir?”
Stark returned the smile. “Dig.”
* * *
“Well, Admiral Danforth, are you ready to set sail?” Fitzroy said with a cheeky grin.
“Careful you ignorant landlubber, or I’ll sail one of these ugly boats right up your ugly ass,” Danforth answered with a mock snarl.
“Well, look at the bright side. You’ll be away from here and on a North American version of the Grand Tour. Just think what wonders you’ll see. There’ll be unwashed savages galore, and many of the ugliest and filthiest females in the world will want to bed you while the deer and black bears watch. There’ll be scenic marvels like unending forests and clouds of bugs just drooling at the thought of sucking your rich English blood right out of your veins. Just think, some poor fools have to make do with trips to Rome and Venice, or even Paris, while you get the forests of Michigan as your Grand Tour. Of all the lucky bastards in the world, you truly are the luckiest.”
“I am too thrilled for words,” Danforth said. “And don’t forget that I also get to go with Benedict Arnold, a man who was a traitor once and might just do it again.” Danforth’s low opinion of Arnold was shared by most officers in the British force.
“I doubt it,” said Fitzroy. “Good lord, where would he go? Think, how many turns can a turncoat turn?”
“Regardless, it isn’t fair,” Danforth said with almost a sigh.
“Fair has nothing to do with it, my brave young soldier turned sailor, and say, doesn’t that make you a turncoat as well? Life is not fair and you should know that. I certainly do.”
“True enough,” Danforth grumbled.
“True, indeed. Consider the position of our leaders. The brave General Burgoyne, my mentor and distant relative, loses an entire army at Saratoga in ’77, but is given another one to play with, while Cornwallis, a man who very nearly lost another one at Yorktown in ’81, controls Burgoyne and very nearly the whole North American continent.”
Danforth shuddered. The tale of Cornwallis’ rescue at Yorktown by the last-minute arrival of the British fleet and the subsequent defeat of the French fleet was the stuff of legend. Cornwallis the lucky was more important than Cornwallis the very good general. In truth, he was both lucky and a very good general, and both he and Fitzroy would have been far more confident of success had Cornwallis been in charge of the expedition instead of Burgoyne.
And after Yorktown, the incompetent and stubborn Admiral Graves was given credit for the overwhelming victory over the French when it actually was the result of Admiral Hood’s initiative in not waiting for the French to come out and politely line up to do battle. Instead, Hood had taken his division and thrown them onto the disorganized French ships as they emerged from the bay and slaughtered them. With the French shattered, British reinforcements landed and the rebel force disintegrated. For all intents, the revolution ended that day.
As a result, Graves was made a duke, while Hood, the fighter with the initiative, now languished on the shore, commanding not ships but a number of warehouses in Portsmouth as reward for his brilliance. Fair? Fitzroy didn’t think so. But Graves was a favorite of the corrupt Earl of Sandwich, who ruled the Admiralty.
“We should be in England, training the new regiments that are being developed for the real war against France, perhaps even commanding one,” Fitzroy muttered. “I still can’t believe that England has fallen so low that she now has to conscript men into her army as she has done for her navy.”
The news of conscription had struck the army like a thunderbolt. The navy traditionally conscripted, or pressed, men into the service, while the army prided itself on taking only volunteers. Well, admittedly some of the volunteers were the dregs of society and others given the choice of join or hang, but technically they were volunteers, weren’t they? But the manpower situation had grown so dire and the wars so unpopular that England was now forcing Englishmen into her army. Some other officers wondered quietly if it would result in a revolution like what France was enduring. It was all the more reason that the British army prevail both overwhelmingly and quickly.
“It’s indeed a sad state of affairs,” said Danforth as he looked around with a touch of pride. “At least this part of affairs afloat is going well.”
Fifty barges laden with cannon, carriages, shot, shells, ammunition, food, and other supplies too bulky to take overland were just about ready to set sail. The two small warships that were to accompany the flotilla were in place and looked brave, albeit tiny. The Fox and the Snake were schooners carrying but a dozen small cannon in total. Still, they were considered to be more powerful than anything the rebels had. While the rebels might be able to build a good-sized warship, they did not have the ropes and cordage and sails; thus, any ships would have to be galleys which the armed schooners could outmaneuver with ease. Also, intelligence said that they did not have the ability to forge cannon.