<h2><SPAN href="#Contents">CHAPTER VI</SPAN></h2>
<h3>The First Great British Disaster</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">John Burgoyne</span>, in a measure a soldier of
fortune, was the younger son of an impoverished baronet, but he had
married the daughter of the powerful Earl of Derby and was well known in
London society as a man of fashion and also as a man of letters, whose
plays had a certain vogue. His will, in which he describes himself as a
humble Christian, who, in spite of many faults, had never forgotten God,
shows that he was serious minded. He sat in the House of Commons for
Preston and, though he used the language of a courtier and spoke of
himself as lying at the King's feet to await his commands, he was a Whig,
the friend of Fox and others whom the King regarded as his enemies. One
of his plays describes the difficulties of getting the English to join the
army of George III. We have the smartly dressed recruit as a decoy to
suggest an easy life in the army. Victory and glory are so
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certain that a tailor stands with his feet on the neck of
the King of France. The decks of captured ships swim with punch and are
clotted with gold dust, and happy soldiers play with diamonds as if they
were marbles. The senators of England, says Burgoyne, care chiefly to make
sure of good game laws for their own pleasure. The worthless son of one of
them, who sets out on the long drive to his father's seat in the country,
spends an hour in <q>yawning, picking his teeth and damning his
journey</q> and when once on the way drives with such fury that the
route is marked by <q>yelping dogs, broken-backed pigs and dismembered
geese.</q></p>
<p>It was under this playwright and satirist, who had some skill as a
soldier, that the British cause now received a blow from which it never
recovered. Burgoyne had taken part in driving the Americans from Canada in
1776 and had spent the following winter in England using his influence to
secure an independent command. To his later undoing he succeeded. It was
he, and not, as had been expected, General Carleton, who was appointed to
lead the expedition of 1777 from Canada to the Hudson. Burgoyne was given
instructions so rigid as to be an insult to his intelligence. He was to do
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one thing and only one thing, to press forward to the Hudson and meet
Howe. At the same time Lord George Germain, the minister responsible,
failed to instruct Howe to advance up the Hudson to meet Burgoyne.
Burgoyne had a genuine belief in the wisdom of this strategy but he had no
power to vary it, to meet changing circumstances, and this was one chief
factor in his failure.</p>
<p>Behold Burgoyne then, on the 17th of June, embarking on Lake Champlain the
army which, ever since his arrival in Canada on the 6th of May, he had
been preparing for this advance. He had rather more than seven thousand
men, of whom nearly one-half were Germans under the competent General
Riedesel. In the force of Burgoyne we find the ominous presence of some
hundreds of Indian allies. They had been attached to one side or the other
in every war fought in those regions during the previous one hundred and
fifty years. In the war which ended in 1763 Montcalm had used them and so
had his opponent Amherst. The regiments from the New England and other
colonies had fought in alliance with the painted and befeathered savages
and had made no protest. Now either times had changed, or there was
something in a civil war which made the use of savages
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seem hideous. One
thing is certain. Amherst had held his savages in stern restraint and
could say proudly that they had not committed a single outrage. Burgoyne
was not so happy.</p>
<p>In nearly every war the professional soldier shows distrust, if not
contempt, for civilian levies. Burgoyne had been in America before the day
of Bunker Hill and knew a great deal about the country. He thought the
<q>insurgents</q> good enough fighters when protected by trees and stones
and swampy ground. But he thought, too, that they had no real knowledge of
the science of war and could not fight a pitched battle. He himself had
not shown the prevision required by sound military knowledge. If the
British were going to abandon the advantage of sea power and fight where
they could not fall back on their fleet, they needed to pay special
attention to land transport. This Burgoyne had not done. It was only a
little more than a week before he reached Lake Champlain that he asked
Carleton to provide the four hundred horses and five hundred carts which
he still needed and which were not easily secured in a sparsely settled
country. Burgoyne lingered for three days at Crown Point, half way down
the lake. Then, on the 2d of July, he laid siege to Fort Ticonderoga.
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Once past this
fort, guarding the route to Lake George, he could easily reach the Hudson.</p>
<p>In command at Fort Ticonderoga was General St. Clair, with about
thirty-five hundred men. He had long notice of the siege, for the
expedition of Burgoyne had been the open talk of Montreal and the
surrounding country during many months. He had built Fort Independence, on
the east shore of Lake Champlain, and with a great expenditure of labor
had sunk twenty-two piers across the lake and stretched in front of them a
boom to protect the two forts. But he had neglected to defend Sugar Hill
in front of Fort Ticonderoga, and commanding the American works. It took
only three or four days for the British to drag cannon to the top, erect a
battery and prepare to open fire. On the 5th of July, St. Clair had to
face a bitter necessity. He abandoned the untenable forts and retired
southward to Fort Edward by way of the difficult Green Mountains. The
British took one hundred and twenty-eight guns.</p>
<p>These successes led the British to think that within a few days they would
be in Albany. We have an amusing picture of the effect on George III of
the fall of Fort Ticonderoga. The place had been much discussed. It had
been the first British
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fort to fall to the Americans when the Revolution
began, and Carleton's failure to take it in the autumn of 1776 had been
the cause of acute heartburning in London. Now, when the news of its fall
reached England, George III burst into the Queen's room with the glad cry,
<q>I have beat them, I have beat the Americans.</q> Washington's
depression was not as great as the King's elation; he had a better sense
of values; but he had intended that the fort should hold Burgoyne, and
its fall was a disastrous blow. The Americans showed skill and good
soldierly quality in the retreat from Ticonderoga, and Burgoyne in
following and harassing them was led into hard fighting in the woods.
The easier route by way of Lake George was open but Burgoyne hoped to
destroy his enemy by direct pursuit through the forest. It took him
twenty days to hew his way twenty miles, to the upper waters of the
Hudson near Fort Edward. When there on the 30th of July he had
communications open from the Hudson to the St. Lawrence.</p>
<p>Fortune seemed to smile on Burgoyne. He had taken many guns and he had
proved the fighting quality of his men. But his cheerful elation had, in
truth, no sound basis. Never during the two
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and a half months of bitter
struggle which followed was he able to advance more than twenty-five miles
from Fort Edward. The moment he needed transport by land he found himself
almost helpless. Sometimes his men were without food and equipment because
he had not the horses and carts to bring supplies from the head of water
at Fort Anne or Fort George, a score of miles away. Sometimes he had no
food to transport. He was dependent on his communications for every form
of supplies. Even hay had to be brought from Canada, since, in the forest
country, there was little food for his horses. The perennial problem for
the British in all operations was this one of food. The inland regions
were too sparsely populated to make it possible for more than a few
soldiers to live on local supplies. The wheat for the bread of the British
soldier, his beef and his pork, even the oats for his horse, came, for the
most part, from England, at vast expense for transport, which made
fortunes for contractors. It is said that the cost of a pound of salted
meat delivered to Burgoyne on the Hudson was thirty shillings. Burgoyne
had been told that the inhabitants needed only protection to make them
openly loyal and had counted on them for supplies. He found instead
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the
great mass of the people hostile and he doubted the sincerity even of
those who professed their loyalty.</p>
<p>After Burgoyne had been a month at Fort Edward he was face to face with
starvation. If he advanced he lengthened his line to flank attack. As it
was he had difficulty in holding it against New Englanders, the most
resolute of all his foes, eager to assert by hard fighting, if need be,
their right to hold the invaded territory which was claimed also by New
York. Burgoyne's instructions forbade him to turn aside and strike them a
heavy blow. He must go on to meet Howe who was not there to be met. A
being who could see the movements of men as we watch a game of chess,
might think that madness had seized the British leaders; Burgoyne on the
upper Hudson plunging forward resolutely to meet Howe; Howe at sea sailing
away, as it might well seem, to get as far from Burgoyne as he could;
Clinton in command at New York without instructions, puzzled what to do
and not hearing from his leader, Howe, for six weeks at a time; and across
the sea a complacent minister, Germain, who believed that he knew what to
do in a scene three thousand miles away, and had drawn up exact
instructions as to the way
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of doing it, and who was now eagerly awaiting
news of the final triumph.</p>
<p>Burgoyne did his best. Early in August he had to make a venturesome stroke
to get sorely needed food. Some twenty-five miles east of the Hudson at
Bennington, in difficult country, New England militia had gathered food
and munitions, and horses for transport. The pressure of need clouded
Burgoyne's judgment. To make a dash for Bennington meant a long and
dangerous march. He was assured, however, that a surprise was possible and
that in any case the country was full of friends only awaiting a little
encouragement to come out openly on his side. They were Germans who lay on
Burgoyne's left and Burgoyne sent Colonel Baum, an efficient officer, with
five or six hundred men to attack the New Englanders and bring in the
supplies. It was a stupid blunder to send Germans among a people specially
incensed against the use of these mercenaries. There was no surprise. Many
professing loyalists, seemingly eager to take the oath of allegiance, met
and delayed Baum. When near Bennington he found in front of him a force
barring the way and had to make a carefully guarded camp for the night.
Then five hundred men, some of them the cheerful takers of the oath
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of
allegiance, slipped round to his rear and in the morning he was attacked
from front and rear.</p>
<p>A hot fight followed which resulted in the complete defeat of the British.
Baum was mortally wounded. Some of his men escaped into the woods; the
rest were killed or captured. Nor was this all. Burgoyne, scenting danger,
had ordered five hundred more Germans to reinforce Baum. They, too, were
attacked and overwhelmed. In all Burgoyne lost some eight hundred men and
four guns. The American loss was seventy. It shows the spirit of the time
that, for the sport of the soldiers, British prisoners were tied together
in pairs and driven by negroes at the tail of horses. An American soldier
described long after, with regret for his own cruelty, how he had taken a
British prisoner who had had his left eye shot out and mounted him on a
horse also without the left eye, in derision at the captive's misfortune.
The British complained that quarter was refused in the fight. For days
tired stragglers, after long wandering in the woods, drifted into
Burgoyne's camp. This was now near Saratoga, a name destined to be ominous
in the history of the British army.</p>
<p>Further misfortune now crowded upon Burgoyne. The general of that day had
two favorite
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forms of attack. One was to hold the enemy's front and throw
out a column to march round the flank and attack his rear, the method of
Howe at the Brandywine; the other method was to advance on the enemy by
lines converging at a common center. This form of attack had proved most
successful eighteen years earlier when the British had finally secured
Canada by bringing together, at Montreal, three armies, one from the east,
one from the west, and one from the south. Now there was a similar plan of
bringing together three British forces at or near Albany, on the Hudson.
Of Clinton, at New York, and Burgoyne we know. The third force was under
General St. Leger. With some seventeen hundred men, fully half of whom
were Indians, he had gone up the St. Lawrence from Montreal and was
advancing from Oswego on Lake Ontario to attack Fort Stanwix at the end of
the road from the Great Lakes to the Mohawk River. After taking that
stronghold he intended to go down the river valley to meet Burgoyne near
Albany.</p>
<p>On the 3d of August St. Leger was before Fort Stanwix garrisoned by some
seven hundred Americans. With him were two men deemed potent in that
scene. One of these was Sir John Johnson
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who had recently inherited the
vast estate in the neighborhood of his father, the great Indian
Superintendent, Sir William Johnson, and was now in command of a regiment
recruited from Loyalists, many of them fierce and embittered because of
the seizure of their property. The other leader was a famous chief of the
Mohawks, Thayendanegea, or, to give him his English name, Joseph Brant,
half savage still, but also half civilized and half educated, because he
had had a careful schooling and for a brief day had been courted by London
fashion. He exerted a formidable influence with his own people. The
Indians were not, however, all on one side. Half of the six tribes of the
Iroquois were either neutral or in sympathy with the Americans. Among the
savages, as among the civilized, the war was a family quarrel, in which
brother fought brother. Most of the Indians on the American side
preserved, indeed, an outward neutrality. There was no hostile population
for them to plunder and the Indian usually had no stomach for any other
kind of warfare. The allies of the British, on the other hand, had plenty
of openings to their taste and they brought on the British cause an
enduring discredit.</p>
<p>When St. Leger was before Fort Stanwix he
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heard that a force of eight
hundred men, led by a German settler named Herkimer, was coming up against
him. When it was at Oriskany, about six miles away, St. Leger laid a trap.
He sent Brant with some hundreds of Indians and a few soldiers to be
concealed in a marshy ravine which Herkimer must cross. When the American
force was hemmed in by trees and marsh on the narrow causeway of logs
running across the ravine the Indians attacked with wild yells and
murderous fire. Then followed a bloody hand to hand fight. Tradition has
been busy with its horrors. Men struggled in slime and blood and shouted
curses and defiance. Improbable stories are told of pairs of skeletons
found afterwards in the bog each with a bony hand which had driven a knife
to the heart of the other. In the end the British, met by resolution so
fierce, drew back. Meanwhile a sortie from the American fort on their rear
had a menacing success. Sir John Johnson's camp was taken and sacked. The
two sides were at last glad to separate, after the most bloody struggle in
the whole war. St. Leger's Indians had had more than enough. About a
hundred had been killed and the rest were in a state of mutiny. Soon it
was known that Benedict Arnold, with a considerable force,
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was pushing up
the Mohawk Valley to relieve the American fort. Arnold knew how to deal
with savages. He took care that his friendly Indians should come into
contact with those of Brant and tell lurid tales of utter disaster to
Burgoyne and of a great avenging army on the march to attack St. Leger.
The result was that St. Leger's Indians broke out in riot and maddened
themselves with stolen rum. Disorder affected even the soldiers. The only
thing for St. Leger to do was to get away. He abandoned his guns and
stores and, harassed now by his former Indian allies, made his way to
Oswego and in the end reached Montreal with a remnant of his force.</p>
<p>News of these things came to Burgoyne just after the disaster at
Bennington. Since Fort Stanwix was in a country counted upon as Loyalist
at heart it was especially discouraging again to find that in the main the
population was against the British. During the war almost without
exception Loyalist opinion proved weak against the fierce determination of
the American side. It was partly a matter of organization. The vigilance
committees in each State made life well-nigh intolerable to suspected
Tories. Above all, however, the British had to bear the odium which
attaches always to
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the invader. We do not know what an American army would
have done if, with Iroquois savages as allies, it had made war in an
English county. We know what loathing a parallel situation aroused against
the British army in America. The Indians, it should be noted, were not
soldiers under British discipline but allies; the chiefs regarded
themselves as equals who must be consulted and not as enlisted to take
orders from a British general.</p>
<p>In war, as in politics, nice balancing of merit or defect in an enemy
would destroy the main purpose which is to defeat him. Each side
exaggerates any weak point in the other in order to stimulate the fighting
passions. Judgment is distorted. The Baroness Riedesel, the wife of one of
Burgoyne's generals, who was in Boston in 1777, says that the people were
all dressed alike in a peasant costume with a leather strap round the
waist, that they were of very low and insignificant stature, and that only
one in ten of them could read or write. She pictures New Englanders as
tarring and feathering cultivated English ladies. When educated people
believed every evil of the enemy the ignorant had no restraint to their
credulity. New England had long regarded the native savages as a pest. In
1776 New Hampshire offered seventy pounds for
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each scalp of a hostile male
Indian and thirty-seven pounds and ten shillings for each scalp of a woman
or of a child under twelve years of age. Now it was reported that the
British were offering bounties for American scalps. Benjamin Franklin
satirized British ignorance when he described whales leaping Niagara Falls
and he did not expect to be taken seriously when, at a later date, he
pictured George III as gloating over the scalps of his subjects in
America. The Seneca Indians alone, wrote Franklin, sent to the King many
bales of scalps. Some bales were captured by the Americans and they found
the scalps of 43 soldiers, 297 farmers, some of them burned alive, and 67
old people, 88 women, 193 boys, 211 girls, 29 infants, and others
unclassified. Exact figures bring conviction. Franklin was not wanting in
exactness nor did he fail, albeit it was unwittingly, to intensify burning
resentment of which we have echoes still. Burgoyne had to bear the odium
of the outrages by Indians. It is amusing to us, though it was hardly so
to this kindly man, to find these words put into his mouth by a colonial
poet:</p>
<p class="poem1">
<span style="margin-left:-1em">I will let loose the dogs of Hell,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left:-1em">Ten thousand Indians who shall yell,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left:-1em">And foam, and tear, and grin, and roar</span><br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</SPAN></span>
<span style="margin-left:-1em">And drench their moccasins in gore:…</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left:-1em">I swear, by St. George and St. Paul,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left:-1em">I will exterminate you all.</span></p>
<p>Such seed, falling on soil prepared by the hate of war, brought forth its
deadly fruit. The Americans believed that there was no brutality from
which British officers would shrink. Burgoyne had told his Indian allies
that they must not kill except in actual fighting and that there must be
no slaughter of non-combatants and no scalping of any but the dead. The
warning delivered him into the hands of his enemies for it showed that he
half expected outrage. Members of the British House of Commons were no
whit behind the Americans in attacking him. Burke amused the House by his
satire on Burgoyne's words: <q>My gentle lions, my humane bears, my
tender-hearted hyenas, go forth! But I exhort you, as you are Christians
and members of civilized society, to take care not to hurt any man, woman,
or child.</q> Burke's great speech lasted for three and a half hours and
Sir George Savile called it <q>the greatest triumph of eloquence within
memory.</q> British officers disliked their dirty, greasy, noisy allies
and Burgoyne found his use of savages, with the futile order to be
merciful, a potent factor in his defeat.</p>
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A horrifying incident had occurred while he was fighting his way to the
Hudson. As the Americans were preparing to leave Fort Edward some
marauding Indians saw a chance of plunder and outrage. They burst into a
house and carried off two ladies, both of them British in
sympathy—Mrs. McNeil, a cousin of one of Burgoyne's chief officers,
General Fraser, and Miss Jeannie McCrae, whose betrothed, a Mr. Jones, and
whose brother were serving with Burgoyne. In a short time Mrs. McNeil was
handed over unhurt to Burgoyne's advancing army. Miss McCrae was never
again seen alive by her friends. Her body was found and a Wyandot chief,
known as the Panther, showed her scalp as a trophy. Burgoyne would have
been a poor creature had he not shown anger at such a crime, even if
committed against the enemy. This crime, however, was committed against
his own friends. He pressed the charge against the chief and was prepared
to hang him and only relaxed when it was urged that the execution would
cause all his Indians to leave him and to commit further outrages. The
incident was appealing in its tragedy and stirred the deep anger of the
population of the surrounding country among whose descendants to this day
the tradition of the
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abandoned brutality of the British keeps alive the old hatred.</p>
<p>At Fort Edward Burgoyne now found that he could hardly move. He was
encumbered by an enormous baggage train. His own effects filled, it is
said, thirty wagons and this we can believe when we find that champagne
was served at his table up almost to the day of final disaster. The
population was thoroughly aroused against him. His own instinct was to
remain near the water route to Canada and make sure of his communications.
On the other hand, honor called him to go forward and not fail Howe,
supposed to be advancing to meet him. For a long time he waited and
hesitated. Meanwhile he was having increasing difficulty in feeding his
army and through sickness and desertion his numbers were declining. By the
13th of September he had taken a decisive step. He made a bridge of boats
and moved his whole force across the river to Saratoga, now Schuylerville.
This crossing of the river would result inevitably in cutting off his
communications with Lake George and Ticonderoga. After such a step he
could not go back and he was moving forward into a dark unknown. The
American camp was at Stillwater, twelve miles farther down the river.
Burgoyne
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sent messenger after messenger to get past the American lines and
bring back news of Howe. Not one of these unfortunate spies returned. Most
of them were caught and ignominiously hanged. One thing, however, Burgoyne
could do. He could hazard a fight and on this he decided as the autumn was
closing in.</p>
<p>Burgoyne had no time to lose, once his force was on the west bank of the
Hudson. General Lincoln cut off his communications with Canada and was
soon laying siege to Ticonderoga. The American army facing Burgoyne was
now commanded by General Gates. This Englishman, the godson of Horace
Walpole, had gained by successful intrigue powerful support in Congress.
That body was always paying too much heed to local claims and jealousies
and on the 2d of August it removed Schuyler of New York because he was
disliked by the soldiers from New England and gave the command to Gates.
Washington was far away maneuvering to meet Howe and he was never able to
watch closely the campaign in the north. Gates, indeed, considered himself
independent of Washington and reported not to the Commander-in-Chief but
direct to Congress. On the 19th of September Burgoyne attacked Gates in a
strong
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entrenched position on Bemis Heights, at Stillwater. There was a
long and bitter fight, but by evening Burgoyne had not carried the main
position and had lost more than five hundred men whom he could ill spare
from his scanty numbers.</p>
<p>Burgoyne's condition was now growing desperate. American forces barred
retreat to Canada. He must go back and meet both frontal and flank
attacks, or go forward, or surrender. To go forward now had most promise,
for at last Howe had instructed Clinton, left in command at New York, to
move, and Clinton was making rapid progress up the Hudson. On the 7th of
October Burgoyne attacked again at Stillwater. This time he was decisively
defeated, a result due to the amazing energy in attack of Benedict Arnold,
who had been stripped of his command by an intrigue. Gates would not even
speak to him and his lingering in the American camp was unwelcome. Yet as
a volunteer Arnold charged the British line madly and broke it. Burgoyne's
best general, Fraser, was killed in the fight. Burgoyne retired to
Saratoga and there at last faced the prospects of getting back to Fort
Edward and to Canada. It may be that he could have cut his way through,
but this is doubtful. Without risk of destruction he could
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not move in any
direction. His enemies now outnumbered him nearly four to one. His camp
was swept by the American guns and his men were under arms night and day.
American sharpshooters stationed themselves at daybreak in trees about the
British camp and any one who appeared in the open risked his life. If a
cap was held up in view instantly two or three balls would pass through
it. His horses were killed by rifle shots. Burgoyne had little food for
his men and none for his horses. His Indians had long since gone off in
dudgeon. Many of his Canadian French slipped off homeward and so did the
Loyalists. The German troops were naturally dispirited. A British officer
tells of the deadly homesickness of these poor men. They would gather in
groups of two dozen or so and mourn that they would never again see their
native land. They died, a score at a time, of no other disease than
sickness for their homes. They could have no pride in trying to save a
lost cause. Burgoyne was surrounded and, on the 17th of October, he was
obliged to surrender.</p>
<p>Gates proposed to Burgoyne hard terms—surrender with no honors of
war. The British were to lay down their arms in their encampments and to
march out without weapons of any kind. Burgoyne
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declared that, rather than
accept such terms, he would fight still and take no quarter. A shadow was
falling on the path of Gates. The term of service of some of his men had
expired. The New Englanders were determined to stay and see the end of
Burgoyne but a good many of the New York troops went off. Sickness, too,
was increasing. Above all General Clinton was advancing up the Hudson.
British ships could come up freely as far as Albany and in a few days
Clinton might make a formidable advance. Gates, a timid man, was in a
hurry. He therefore agreed that the British should march from their camp
with the honors of war, that the troops should be taken to New England,
and from there to England. They must not serve again in North America
during the war but there was nothing in the terms to prevent their serving
in Europe and relieving British regiments for service in America. Gates
had the courtesy to keep his army where it could not see the laying down
of arms by Burgoyne's force. About five thousand men, of whom sixteen
hundred were Germans and only three thousand five hundred fit for duty,
surrendered to sixteen thousand Americans. Burgoyne gave offense to German
officers by saying in his report that he might have held out longer
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</SPAN></span>
had
all his troops been British. This is probably true but the British met
with only a just Nemesis for using soldiers who had no call of duty to
serve.</p>
<p>The army set out on its long march of two hundred miles to Boston. The
late autumn weather was cold, the army was badly clothed and fed, and the
discomfort of the weary route was increased by the bitter antagonism of
the inhabitants. They respected the regular British soldier but at the
Germans they shouted insults and the Loyalists they despised as traitors.
The camp at the journey's end was on the ground at Cambridge where two
years earlier Washington had trained his first army. Every day Burgoyne
expected to embark. There was delay and, at last, he knew the reason.
Congress repudiated the terms granted by Gates. A tangled dispute
followed. Washington probably had no sympathy with the quibbling of
Congress. But he had no desire to see this army return to Europe and
release there an army to serve in America. Burgoyne's force was never sent
to England. For nearly a year it lay at Boston. Then it was marched to
Virginia. The men suffered great hardships and the numbers fell by
desertion and escape. When peace came in 1783 there was no army to take
back to England; Burgoyne's soldiers
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had been merged into the American
people. It may well be, indeed, that descendants of his beaten men have
played an important part in building up the United States. The irony of
history is unconquerable.</p>
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