The Hero of Ticonderoga; or, Ethan Allen and His Green Mountain Boys

by John De Morgan

  CHAPTER XXVIII.

  ON THE GASPEE.

  Never before had English officer been spoken to in that manner byprisoner.

  Prescott knew not what to make of it. Had he dared he would have shotAllen on the spot, but he well knew that to do so would be the cause ofan investigation into his conduct, and Prescott was guilty of manythings which, if sworn to before a court-martial, would have led to hisdismissal from the army, if no other punishment was incurred.

  So he allowed himself to be led away, but as he went he shook his fistat Allen and shouted:

  "I will not hang them just now, but you, you infernal rebel, shallgrace a halter at Tyburn."

  Even the soldiers shuddered as they heard the threat, for Tyburn wasthe place, in England, where the most brutal murderers and criminalswere hung in chains and allowed to stay there until their flesh rottedfrom their bones.

  To be hung at Tyburn carried with it disgrace throughout allgenerations.

  Gen. Prescott was in a fury; why, it was difficult to say, for Allenhad never injured him personally.

  "I'll hang that fellow," he reiterated to the colonel of his ownregiment.

  "My dear Prescott, you will do nothing of the kind; he is a prisoner ofwar."

  "War be hanged! he is a rebel, not a soldier."

  "And being a rebel, he must be tried by the home authorities."

  "Col. Gilmartin, answer me; if he were to be on board a war ship andfall overboard and be drowned, could I be blamed?"

  "Of course not."

  "If by accident he should be given a dose of oxalic acid in mistake forEpsom salts, would that be charged against me?"

  "What are you hinting at, general?"

  "That fellow threatened me----"

  "He was exasperated."

  "What right had he to be? A man who rebels should be ready for anytreatment by his superiors. Hang me, if I dared, I would cut everyrebel into pieces and send the parts to his friends with mycompliments. They deserve such treatment. Hang me, what right havethey to rebel?"

  "They think they have a right."

  "They think! Who are they? A lot of rapscalions who could not becontent with their own country, but must come out here, and when weallow them to do so, they rebel. Englishmen worthy of the name neverrebel."

  "And yet, general, there were a good many worthy Englishmen whorebelled against James and supported William the Third."

  "That was different, Gilmartin, different; they were patriots, and notrebels."

  "As these men will be if they are successful."

  "But they cannot be successful--they cannot be. This fellow, Allen,was a farmer. He calls himself colonel. Fancy, of the same rank asyou, Gilmartin, while you were trained in your boyhood for the army,and when you were old enough got a commission----"

  "Which I purchased, as I have had to every promotion."

  Col. Gilmartin felt sore over his tardy promotions, and never waited asecond opportunity to tell his grievances.

  Prescott had been one of the fortunates ones; he had obtained hispromotion easily, so he was satisfied with the condition of the army.

  He was in no humor to listen to any complaints, and so he stopped hisbrother officer by saying:

  "Order at once the placing of that fellow, Allen, in the heaviestirons--stay, I will give the order myself."

  He sent for his orderly and gave instructions for Allen to be placed inheavy irons and taken at once on board the _Gaspee_, war ship, and allthe other prisoners to be ironed and placed on board the other ships inthe river.

  The soldiers were pleased with the order, and proceeded to carry it outto the extreme limit.

  Ordinary handcuffs were used for the wrists, two prisoners beingmanacled together, Allen being fortunate in having Eben for his fellow.

  But on the legs the irons were simply horrible.

  Anklets, very tight, were locked on each leg, and attached, in themiddle of the connecting chain, to a bar of iron weighing forty pounds.

  The soldiers laughed as they fastened this heavy weight on Allen'slegs, telling him that it was the "king's plate."

  The irons were so close that it was impossible for the prisoner to liein any position save on his back.

  Allen and Eben were taken to the lowest deck of the schooner _Gaspee_,and a more stifling, filthy, ill-ventilated place it would beimpossible to find.

  A mock salute was tendered to the hero of Ticonderoga as he entered theplace, and out of consideration of his rank he was accorded a toolchest on which to sit, and which was also to serve as sleeping place.

  "Can I help you any?" whispered the guard, about an hour after Allenhad been placed on the chest.

  "I wish you could get me some little blocks of wood to rest the ironon," answered Allen, gratefully.

  The man secured the blocks and so saved the constant strain of fortypounds of iron pulling at the victim's legs.

  While the men were kind and considerate, those in authority were justthe reverse.

  Every indignity possible was heaped on the unfortunate prisoners.

  It was midnight, on the first day of Allen's imprisonment, and theAmericans had managed to fall asleep.

  Eben was lying at Allen's feet, enduring the most horrible torturesbecause of the irons, but never complaining for fear that he might beseparated from his hero.

  Suddenly their sleep was disturbed by a loud voice asking where therebels had been placed.

  It was the captain's voice, and he knew well, for he had ordered everydetail.

  "They are here, captain."

  "Let them stand up."

  Allen rose with difficulty, and staggered as he tried to stand at"attention."

  "Drunk, eh? Here, sergeant, see to it that this rebel does not have adrop of anything to drink for twenty-four hours."

  "Except water, captain?"

  "I said not a drop of anything. He is drunk."

  "Please, sir, he has had nothing to----"

  "Silence! Do you want to be ordered to the hold?"

  The sergeant was silent, though his whole nature rebelled against suchtreatment.

  The captain looked at Allen for a minute, then he asked:

  "You were at Ticonderoga?"

  "And I treated the prisoners with justice," answered Allen.

  The only reply was a vigorous kick from the officer's well-shod foot.

  Allen bit his lips, but did not resent the affront.

  He knew that it was done to provoke him so that his persecutors mighthave an excuse for inflicting some terrible punishment on him.

  "See to it that these rebels do not sit down until I give permission."

  It was the parting order of the captain, and the sergeant blushed withshame as he heard the command.

  When the officer left the deck Allen sat down.

  "You must not do that, sir," said the sergeant, kindly; "you heard myorders."

  "I know, but I shall die unless----"

  "Lie down, sir; I shall not stop you doing that. The orders were thatyou must not sit."

  Once more the two prisoners were lying down on their backs; the ironsprevented their reposing on their sides.

  By daylight the prisoners were nearly dead with thirst, but not a dropof water was allowed them.

  The captain made his round of inspection at seven o'clock, and Allenasked if they were to be allowed to have anything to eat or drink.

  "No. You will get a rope round your necks soon, and it won't matterwhether you are hungry or not."

  "But, sir, you have no right----"

  "Stay, there! You are a rebel and have forfeited all right to beconsidered in the matter."

  Eben listened to the insulting words, and he was in such a positionthat he was able to drag his iron bar right across the captain's path.

  As the officer stepped back he tripped over the iron and fell sprawlingon the deck.

  "Beg your pardon, captain, but I am not accustomed to move about with abar of iron on my leg, so couldn't tell where it was
going to land."

  Eben spoke so seriously that even the captain thought it might havebeen an accident; so, after cursing the young Vermonter, he left theplace.

  Then Eben laughed heartily.

  "Forfeited all right, have we? Well, I have found one way of humblingan Englishman."

  "Eben, you ought not to have done it."

  "Ought not? Why, I only regretted that we were not near enough to theside so that he would have fallen into the water."

  "Hush!"

  "You are not to have anything to drink, nor anything to eat, but hangme if I'm going to see you starve, so here, stow this into your mouthand suck like mad."

  The kind-hearted sergeant pushed a piece of hard boiled beef intoAllen's mouth.

  Allen was too good a hunter not to know that the beef was prepared insuch a way that, though tasteless, it nourished, and by sucking on itthe saliva was promoted and thirst quenched.

  After Eben had been served in the same way the sergeant laughed.

  "I didn't give you aught to drink, nor aught to eat, but you'll getthere all the same, and I ain't broken the rule."

  "If ever I get the chance to remember your kindness, my memory willserve me."

  "That's all right. I expect you'll get hanged, but blow me if I couldsee a dog starve, and you're a trump anyway, though you be a rebel."