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There, according to the British version, they lay for an hour.
The night was so black that not an object could be distinguished
at the distance of a yard. The bivouac fires, beat about by the
enemy's shot, burned red and dull in the deserted camp.
A straggling fire of musketry in the direction of the pickets
gave warning of a closer struggle. It paused a few moments,
then a fearful yell, and the whole heavens seemed ablaze with
musketry. The British thought themselves surrounded.
regiments flew to support the pickets; another, forming in close
column, stole to the rear of the encampment and remained there
reserve. After that, all order, all discipline, were lost.
Each officer, as he succeeded in collecting twenty or thirty men
about him, plunged into the American ranks, and began the fight
that Pakenham reported as — “A more extraordinary conflict
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has perhaps never occurred: absolutely hand to hand, both officers
and men. ”
Jackson had marshaled his men along the line of a plantation
canal (the Rodriguez Canal), about two miles from the British.
He himself led the attack on their left. Coffee, with the Ten-
nesseans, Hinds's dragoons, and Beale's rifles, skirting along the
edge of the swamp, made the assault on their right. The broad-
side from the Carolina was the signal to start. It was on the
right that the fiercest fighting was done. Coffee ordered his
men to be sure of their aim, to fire at a short distance, and not
to lose a shot. Trained to the rifle from childhood, the Tennes-
seans could fire faster and more surely than any mere soldier
could ever hope to do. Wherever they heard the sharp crack of
a British rifle, they advanced; and the British were as eager to
meet them. The short rifle of the English service proved also
no match for the long-bore of the Western hunters. When they
came to close quarters, neither side having bayonets, they clubbed
their guns, to the ruin of many a fin weapon.
But the canny
Tennesseans, rather than risk their rifles, their own property,
used for close quarters their long knives and tomahawks, whose
skillful handling they had learned from the Indians.
The second division of the British troops, coming up the
Bayou, heard the firing, and pressing forward with all speed,
arrived in time to reinforce their right; but the superiority in
numbers which this gave them was more than offset by the guns
of the Carolina, which maintained their fire during the action,
and long after it was over.
A heavy fog, as in Homeric times, obscuring the field and the
combatants, put an end to the struggle. Jackson withdrew his
men to Rodriguez Canal; the British fell back to their camp.
A number of prisoners were made on both sides. Among the
Americans taken were a handful of New Orleans's most promi-
nent citizens, who were sent to the fleet at Ship Island. The most
distinguished prisoner made by the Americans was Major Mitch-
ell of the Ninety-fifth Rifles; and to his intense chagrin he was
forced to yield his sword, not to regulars, but to Coffee's uncourtly
Tennesseans. It was this feeling that dictated his answer to
Jackson's courteous message requesting that he would make
known any requisite for his comfort: Return my compliments
o General Jackson, and say that as my baggage will reach me in
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The chronicler of the anecdote aptly adds, that had the major per-
sisted in this rash determination, he would never have been in a
condition to partake of the hospitalities which were lavished upon
him during his detention in New Orleans and Natchez, where
the prisoners were sent. On his way to Natchez he became the
guest at a plantation famed for its elegance and luxury. At the
supper table he met the daughter of the house, a young Creole
girl as charming and accomplished as she was beautiful. Speak-
ing French fluently, he was soon engaged in a lively conver-
sation with her. She mentioned with enthusiasm a party of
Tennesseans entertained by her father a few days before. Still
smarting from his capture, the major could not refrain from say-
ing: “Mademoiselle, I am astonished that one so refined could
find pleasure in the society of such rude barbarians. ” “Major,
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she replied with glowing face, “I had rather be the wife of one
of those hardy, coarsely clad men, who have marched two thou-
sand miles to fight for the honor of their country, than wear a
coronet. ”
To return to the battle-field. The Rodriguez Canal, with its
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embankment, formed a pretty good line of fortifications in itself.
Jackson, without the loss of an hour's time, sent to the city for
spades and picks, and set his army to work deepening the canal
and strengthening the embankment. For the latter, any material
within reach was used: timber, fence rails, bales of cotton (which
is the origin of the myth that he fought behind ramparts of
cotton bales). His men, most of them handling a spade for the
first and last time in their lives, dug as they had fought a few
hours before,- every stroke aimed to tell.
General Jackson established his headquarters in the residence
of the Macarty plantation, within two hundred yards of his in-
trenchments.
The British passed a miserable night. Not until the last fire
was extinguished, and the fog completely veiled the field, did
the Carolina cease her firing and move to the other side of the
river. The men, shivering on the damp ground, exposed to the
cold moist atmosphere, with now none but their scant half-spoiled
rations, were depressed and discouraged; and the officers were
more anxious and uncertain than ever, and more completely in
as to the force opposed to them. From the intrepid ity
and boldness of the Americans, they imagined that at least five
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strengthened this misapprehension: each volunteer company, with
its different uniform, represented to military minds so many
different regiments, a tenfold multiplication of the Americans.
Besides, in the din of commands, cries, and answers, as much
French was heard as English. The truth began to dawn upon
the British, that much as the Creoles hated the Americans, they
were not going to allow a foreign invader to occupy a land
which they considered theirs by right of original discovery, occu-
pation, and development, whatever might be the flag or form of
government over them.
The dawning of the twenty-fourth disclosed in the river
another vessel, the Louisiana, in position near the Carolina; and
all day the camp lay helpless under their united cannonading. A
gloomier Christmas-tide, as our genial chronicler Walker puts it,
could hardly be imagined for the sons of Merrie England. Had
it been in the day of the cable, they would have known that
their hardships and bloodshed were over; that at that very date,
the twenty-fourth of December, the peace that terminated the
war between the two contending countries was being signed in
Ghent. The unexpected arrival, however, on Christmas Day, of
the new commander-in-chief, Sir Edward Pakenham, accompanied
by a distinguished staff, sent through the hearts of the British
a thrill of their wonted all-conquering confidence; and the glad
cheers of welcome that greeted Sir Edward from his old com-
panions in arms and veterans of the Peninsula rang over into the
American camp.
Well might Jackson's men, as they heard it, bend with more
dogged determination over their spades and picks. Sir Edward
Pakenham was too well known, in a place so heavily populated
from Europe as New Orleans was, not to make the thrill of joy
in his own army a thrill of apprehension in an opposing one.
It is perhaps from this thrill of apprehension at that moment in
their breasts that dates the pride of the people of New Orleans
in Pakenham, and the affectionate tribute of homage which they
always interrupt their account of the glorious eighth to pay to
him.
The son of the Earl of Longford, he came from a family
which had been ennobled for its military qualities. From his
lieutenancy he had won every grade by some perilous service,
and generally at the cost of a wound; few officers, even of that
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and had so many wounds to show for them. He had fought side
by side with Wellington (who was his brother-in-law) through the
Peninsular War; he headed the storming party at Badajoz, actu-
ally the second man to mount one of the ladders; and as brig-
adier of the Old Fighting Third, under Picton, in the absence by
illness of his chief, he led the charge at Salamanca, which gained
the victory for England and won him his knighthood. An earl-
dom and the governorship of Louisiana, it is said, had been
promised him as the reward of his American expedition,- an
expedition which the government had at first seriously contem-
plated confiding to no less a leader than the Iron Duke himself.
Sir Edward's practiced eye soon took in the difficulties and
embarrassments of the British position. His council of war was
prolonged far into the night; and among the anxiously waiting
subalterns outside, the rumor was whispered that their chief was
so dissatisfied after receiving Keane's full report that he had but
little hope of success, and that he even thought of withdrawing
the army and making a fresh attempt in another quarter. But
the sturdy veteran Sir Alexander Cochrane would hear of no
such word as fail. "If the army,” he said, “shrinks from the
task, I will fetch the sailors and marines from the fleet, and with
them storm the American lines and march to the city. The sol.
diers can then," he added, “bring up the baggage. ”
The result of the council was the decision, first to silence the
Carolina and Louisiana, then to carry the American lines by
storm. All the large cannon that could be spared were ordered
from the fleet; and by the night of the twenty-sixth a powerful
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battery was planted on the levee. The next morning it opened
fire on the vessels, which answered with broadsides; a furious
cannonading ensued. Pakenham, standing in full view on
levee, cheered his artillerists. Jackson, from the dormer window
of the Macarty mansion, kept his telescope riveted on his boats.
The bank of the river above and below the American camp was
lined with spectators watching with breathless interest the tem-
pest of cannon-balls, bursting shells, hot shot, and rockets, pour-
ing from levee and gunboats. In half an hour the Carolina
was struck, took fire, and blew up. The British gave three loud
cheers. The Louisiana strained every nerve to get out of reach
of the terrible battery now directed full upon her; but with wind
and current against her she seemed destined to the fate of the
Carolina, when her officers bethought them of towing, and
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moved her slowly up-stream. As she dropped her anchors oppo-
site the American camp, her crew gave three loud cheers in defi-
ant answer to the British. That evening the British army, in
two columns, under Keane and Gibbs, moved forward: the former
by the levee road, the latter under cover of the woods, to within
six hundred yards of the American lines, where they encamped
for the night. But there was little sleep or rest for them.
The American riflemen, with individual enterprise, bushwhacked
them without intercession, driving in their outposts and picking
off picket after picket,- a mode of warfare that the English,
fresh from Continental etiquette, indignantly branded as barba-
rous.
Jackson, with his telescope, had seen from the Macarty house
the line of Pakenham's action, and set to work to resist it, giving
his aides a busy night's work. He strengthened his battery on
the levee, added a battery to command the road, reinforced his
infantry, and cut the levee so that the rising river would flood
the road. The Mississippi proved recreant, however, and fell
instead of rising; and the road remained undamaged.
The American force now consisted of four thousand men and
twenty pieces of artillery, not counting the always formidable
guns of the Louisiana, commanding the situation from her van-
tage ground of the river. The British columns held eight thou-
sand men.
The morning was clear and frosty; the sun, breaking through
the mists, shone with irradiating splendor. The British ranks
advanced briskly, in a new elation of spirits after yesterday's
success. Keane marched his column as near the levee as possi-
ble, and under screen of the buildings of the two plantations,
Bienvenu's and Chalmette's, intervening between him and the
American line; Gibbs hugged the woods on the right. The
Ninety-fifth extended across the field, in skirmishing order, meet-
ing Keane's men on their right. Pakenham, with his staff and
a guard composed of the Fourteenth Dragoons, rode in the centre
of the line so as to command a view of both columns, Just as
Keane's column passed the Bienvenu buildings, the Chalmette
buildings were blown up; and then the general saw, through his
glasses, the mouths of Jackson's large cannon completely cover-
ing his column. And these guns, as our authority states, were
manned as guns are not often manned on land. Around one
of the twenty-four-pounders stood a band of red-shirted, bewhis-
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they were the Baratarians, who had answered Jackson's orders
by running in all the way from their fort on Bayou St. John
that morning. The other battery was in charge of the practiced
crew of the destroyed Carolina. Preceded by a shower of rock-
ets, and covered by the fire from the artillery in front and their
battery on the levee, the British army advanced, solid, cool,
steady, beautiful in the rhythm of their step and the glitter of
their uniforms and equipments, moving as if on dress parade, -
to the Americans a display of the beauty and majesty of power
such as they had never seen.
The great guns of the Baratarians and of the crew of the
Carolina and those of the Louisiana flashed forth almost simul-
taneously, and all struck full in the scarlet ranks. The havoc
was terrible. For a time Keane held his men firm in a vain
display of valor, under the pitiless destructive fire, no shot or
bullet missing its aim or falling short. Then the Americans saw
the heaving columns change to a thin red streak, which disap-
peared from view as under the wand of an enchanter, the men
dropping into the ditches, burying head and shoulders in the
rushes on the banks. Pakenham's face grew dark and gloomy at
the sight. Never before, it is said, had a British soldier in his
presence quailed before an enemy or sought cover from a fire.
Gibbs had fared no better. He who had led the storming
party against Fort Cornelius, who had scaled the parapets of
Badajoz and the walls of St. Sebastian, could not but despise
the low levee and the narrow ditch of the American fortifica-
tions; but after one ineffectual dash at the enemy's lines, his
men could be brought to accomplish nothing, remaining inactive
in the shelter of the woods until ordered to retire. As the Amer-
ican batteries continued to sweep the field, the British troops
could be withdrawn only by breaking into small squads and
so escaping to the rear. Sir Thomas Trowbridge, dashing for-
ward with a squad of seamen to the dismounted guns, succeeded
with incredible exertion in tying ropes to them and drawing
them off.
The British army remained on the Bienvenu plantation. Pak-
enham and his staff rode back to their headquarters at Villeré's.
Another council of war was called. Pakenham's depression was
now quite evident, but the stout-hearted Cochrane again stood
indomitably firm. He showed that their failure thus far was due
to the superiority of the American artillery. They must supply
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equip a battery strong enough to cope with the few old guns
of the Americans. It was suggested that the Americans were
intrenched. “So must we be,” he replied promptly.
It was
determined therefore to treat the American lines as regular for-
tifications, by erecting batteries against them and so attempt-
ing to silence their guns. Three days were consumed in the
herculean labor of bringing the necessary guns from the fleet.
While the British were thus employed, Commodore Patterson
constructed a battery on the opposite side of the river, equipped
it with cannon from the Louisiana, and manned it by an impress-
ment of every nautical-looking character to be found in the sailor
boarding houses of New Orleans, gathering together as motley a
corps as ever fought under one flag: natives of all countries
except Great Britain, speaking every language except that of
their commander.
On the night of the thirty-first, one half of the British army
marched silently to within about four hundred yards of Jackson's
line, where they stacked their arms and went to work with spades
and picks under the superintendence of Sir John Burgoyne. The
night was dark; silence was rigidly enforced; officers joined in
the work. Before the dawn of New Year 1815, there faced the
American lines three solid demilunes, at nearly equal distances
a part, armed with thirty pieces of heavy ordnance, furnished with
ammunition for six hours, and served by picked gunners of the
fleet, veterans of Nelson and Collingswood.
As soon
as their
work was completed, the British infantry fell back to the rear
and awaited anxiously the beginning of operations, ready to take
advantage of the expected breach in the American works. The
sailors and artillerists stood with lighted matches behind their
redoubts. A heavy fog hung over the field, so that neither army
could see twenty yards ahead. In the American camp, a grand
parade had been ordered. At an early hour the troops were
astir, in holiday cleanliness and neatness. The different bands
sounded their bravest strains; the various standards of the regi-
ments and companies fluttered gayly in the breeze. The British
had one glance at it, as the fog rolled up, and then their cannon
crashed through the scene. For a moment the American camp
trembled; and there was confusion, not of panic, but of men
rushing to their assigned posts. By the time the British smoke
cleared, every man was in his place, and as the British batteries
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down the line, stopping at each battery, waving his cap as the
men cheered him.
During the fierce cannonade the cotton bales in the American
breastworks caught fire, and there was a moment of serious peril
to that part of the line; but they were dragged out and cast
into the trench. The English were no happier in their use of
hogsheads of sugar in their redoubts, the cannon-balls perforat-
ing them easily and demolishing them.
In an hour and a half the British fire began to slacken; and
as the smoke lifted, it was seen that their intrenchments were
beaten in, the guns exposed, and the gunners badly thinned.
Not long after, their batteries were completely silenced and their
parapets leveled with the plain. The British battery on the levee
had with their hot shot kept the Louisiana at a distance; but
now, the Americans turning their attention to it, that battery was
reduced to the same condition as the redoubts.
The English army again retired, baffled; and during the night,
such of their guns as had not been destroyed were removed.
The soldiers did not conceal their discouragement. For two
whole days and nights there had been no rest in camp, except
for those that were cool enough to sleep in a shower of cannon-
balls. From the general down to the meanest sentinel, all had
suffered in the severe strain of fatigue. They saw that they
were greatly overmatched in artillery, their provisions were scant
and coarse, they had, properly speaking, no rest at night, and
sickness was beginning to appear.
Sir Edward had one more plan, one worthy of his bold char-
acter. It was to storm the American lines on both sides of the
river, beginning with the right bank, which would enable the
British to turn the conquered batteries on Jackson's lines, and
drive him from his position and cut him off from the city.
By the 7th of January, with another heroic exertion, Villeré's
canal was prolonged two miles to the river, and the barges to
transport the troops to the other bank carried through. During
the delay a reinforcement arrived, two fine regiments: Pakenham's
own, the Seventh Fusileers, and the Forty-third under Major-
General John Lambert, also one of Wellington's apprentices.
Pakenham divided his army, now ten thousand strong, into three
brigades, under command respectively of Generals Lambert, Gibbs,
and Keane. His plan of attack was simple. Colonel Thornton,
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night of the seventh, and steal upon and carry the American line
before day. At a signal to be given by him, Gibbs was to storm
the American left, whilst General Keane should threaten their
right; Lambert held the reserve.
Jackson steadied himself for what he understood to be the last
round in the encounter. He also had received a reinforcement.
A few days before, the long-expected drafted militia of Ken-
tucky, twenty-two hundred men, arrived; but arrived in a con-
dition that made them a questionable addition to his strength.
Hurried from their homes without supplies, they had traveled
fifteen hundred miles without demur, under the impression that
the government would plentifully furnish and equip them in
New Orleans. Only about a third were armed, with old muskets,
and nearly all of them were in want of clothing. The poor fel-
lows had to hold their tattered garments together to hide their
nakedness as they marched through the streets. The government
of course did nothing. The citizens, acutely moved, raised a
sum of sixteen thousand dollars and expended it for blankets and
woolens. The latter were distributed among the ladies; and by
them, in a few days, made into comfortable garments for their
needy defenders.
The American force now amounted to about four thousand
men on the left bank of the river. One division of it, the right,
was commanded by General Ross; the other by General Coffee,
whose line extended so far in the swamp that his men stood in
the water during the day, and at night slept on floating logs
made fast to trees, - every man “half a horse and half an alli-
gator,” as the song says. The artillery and the fortifications
had been carefully strengthened and repaired. Another line of
defense had been prepared a mile and a half in the rear, where
were stationed all who were not well armed or were regarded
as not able-bodied. A third line, for another stand in case of
defeat, still nearer the city, was being vigorously worked upon.
Owing to the caving of the banks of the canal, Thornton could
get only enough boats launched in the river to carry seven hun-
dred of his men across; these the current of the Mississippi bore
a mile and a half below the landing-place selected, and it was
daylight before they reached there.
Gibbs and Keane marched their divisions to within sight of
the dark line of the American breastworks, and waited impatiently
for the signal of Thornton's guns. Not a sound could be heard
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from him. In fact, he had not yet landed his men. Although
sensible that concert of action with the troops on the right
bank had failed, and that his movement was hopelessly crippled,
Pakenham, obstinate, gallant, and reckless, would nevertheless
not rescind his first orders. When the morning mists lifted, his
columns were in motion across the field.
Gibbs was leading his division coolly and steadily through the
grape-shot pouring upon it, when it began to be whispered among
the men that the Forty-fourth, who were detailed for the duty,
had not brought the ladders and fascines, Pakenham, riding to
the front and finding it was true, ordered Colonel Mullen and the
delinquent regiment back for them. In the confusion and delay,
with his brave men falling all around him, the indignant Gibbs
exclaimed furiously: "Let me live until to-morrow, and I'll hang
him to the highest tree in that swamp! ” Rather than stand ex-
posed to the terrible fire, he ordered his men forward. “On they
went,” says Walker (who got his description from eye-witnesses),
“in solid, compact order, the men hurrahing and the rocketers
covering their front with a blaze of combustibles. The American
batteries played upon them with awful effect, cutting great lanes
through the column from front to rear, opening huge gaps in
their flanks.
Still the column advanced without pause
or recoil, steadily; then all the batteries in the American line,
including Patterson's marine battery on the right bank, joined in
hurling a tornado of iron missiles into that serried scarlet column,
which shook and oscillated as if tossed on an angry sea. (Stand
to your guns! ' cried Jackson; 'don't waste your ammunition, see
that every shot tells;' and again, Give it to them, boys! Let
us finish the business to-day. ”
On the summit of the parapet stood the corps of Tennessee
sharpshooters, with their rifles sighted; and behind them, two
lines of Kentuckians to take their places as soon as they had
fired. The redcoats were now within two hundred yards of the
ditch. “Fire! Fire! » Carroll's order rang through the lines. It
was obeyed, not hurriedly, not excitedly, not confusedly, but
calmly and deliberately, the men calculating the range of their
guns.
Not a shot was thrown away. Nor was it one or several
discharges, followed by pauses and interruptions: it was continu-
ous; the men firing, falling back, and advancing, with mechanical
precision. The British column began to melt away under it
like snow before a torrent; but Gibbs still led it on, and the
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gallant Peninsula officers, throwing themselves in front, incited
and aroused their men by every appeal and by the most brilliant
examples of courage. «Where are the Forty-fourth,” called the
men, “with the fascines and ladders ? When we get to the ditch
we cannot scale the lines ! » "Here come the Forty-fourth! ”
shouted Gibbs; "here come the Forty-fourth!
” There came at
least a detachment of the Forty-fourth, with Pakenham himself
at the head, rallying and inspiring them, invoking their heroism
in the past, reminding them of their glory in Egypt and else-
where, calling them his countrymen, leading them forward, until
they breasted the storm of bullets with the rest of the column.
At this moment Pakenham's arm was struck by one ball, his
horse killed by another. He mounted the small black Creole
pony of his aide, and pressed forward. But the column had now
reached the physical limit of daring. Most of the officers were
cut down; there were not enough left to command. The column
broke. Some rushed forward to the ditch; the rest fell back to
the swamp. There they rallied, re-formed, and throwing off their
knapsacks advanced again, and again were beaten back; their
colonel scaling the breastworks and falling dead inside the lines.
Keane, judging the moment had come for him to act, now
wheeled his line into column and pushed forward with the
Ninety-third in front. The gallant, stalwart Highlanders, with
their heavy, solid, massive front of a hundred men, their mus-
kets glittering in the morning sun, their tartans waving in the
air, strode across the field and into the hell of bullets and can-
non-balls. “Hurrah! brave Highlanders! ” Pakenham cried to
them, waving his cap in his left hand. Fired by their intrepid-
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ity, the remnant of Gibbs's brigade once more came up to the
charge, with Pakenham on the left and Gibbs on the right.
A shot from one of the American big guns crashed into them,
killing and wounding all around. Pakenham's horse fell; he rolled
into the arms of an officer who sprang forward to receive him;
a grape-shot had passed through his thigh; another ball struck
him in the groin.
He was borne to the rear, and in a few
moments breathed his last under an oak The bent and twisted
venerable old tree still stands; Pakenham's oak, it is called.
Gibbs, desperately wounded, lingered in agony until the next
day. Keane was carried bleeding off the field. There were no
field officers now left to command or rally. Major Wilkinson,
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to follow, passed the ditch, climbed up the breastworks, and was
raising his head and shoulders over the parapet, when a dozen
guns pointed against him riddled him with bullets. His muti-
lated body was carried through the American lines, followed by
murmurs of sympathy and regret from the Tennesseans and
Kentuckians.
“Bear up, my dear fellow, you are too brave to
die,” bade a kind-hearted Kentucky major. "I thank you from
my heart,” faintly murmured the young officer; “it is all over
with me.
You can render me a favor. It is to communicate to
my commander that I fell on your parapet, and died like a sol
dier and true Englishman. "
The British troops at last broke, disorganized; each regiment
leaving two-thirds dead or wounded on the field. The Ninety-
third, which had gone into the charge nine hundred men strong,
mustered after the retreat one hundred and thirty-nine. The
fight had lasted twenty-five minutes.
Hearing of the death of Pakenham and the wounding of Gibbs
and Keane, General Lambert advanced with the reserve. Just
before he received his last wound, Pakenham had ordered one of
his staff to call up the reserve; but as the bugler was about to
sound the advance, his arm was struck with a ball and his bugle
fell to the ground. The order, therefore, was never given; and
the reserve marched up only to cover the retreat of the two
other brigades.
At eight o'clock the firing ceased from the American lines;
and Jackson, with his staff, slowly walked along his fortifications,
stopping at each command to make a short address. As he
passed, the bands struck up Hail Columbia'; and the line of
men, turning to face him, burst into loud hurrahs.
But the cries of exultation died away into exclamations of
pity and horror as the smoke ascended from the field. A thin,
fine red line in the distance, discovered by glasses, indicated the
position of General Lambert and the reserve. Upon the field,
save the crawling, agonizing wounded, not a living foe was to be
From the American ditch, one could have walked a quarter
of a mile on the killed and disabled. The course of the column
could be distinctly traced by the broad red line of uniforms upon
the ground. They fell in their tracks, in some places whole
platoons together. Dressed in their gay uniforms, cleanly shaved
and attired for the promised victory, there was not, as Walker
says, a private among the slain whose aspect did not present
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more of the pomp and circumstance of war than any of the com-
manders of their victors.
About noon, a British officer, with a trumpeter and a soldier
bearing a white flag, approached the camp, bearing a written
proposition for an armistice to bury the dead. It was signed
« Lambert. ” General Jackson returned it, with a message that
the signer of the letter had forgotten to designate his authority
and rank, which was necessary before any negotiations could
be entered into. The flag of truce retired to the British lines,
and soon returned with the full signature, “ John Lambert, Com-
mander-in-Chief of the British forces. »
On the right bank of the river it was the British who were
victorious. The Americans, yielding to panic, fled disgracefully,
as people with shame relate to this day. It was on this side of
the river that the British acquired the small flag which hangs
among the trophies of the Peninsular War, in Whitehall, with
the inscription : "Taken at the battle of New Orleans, January 8,
1815. ”
As soon as the armistice expired, the American batteries
resumed their firing. Colonel Thornton with his men recrossed
the river during the night of the eighth. From the ninth to the
eighteenth a small squadron of the British fleet made an ineffect-
ual attempt to pass Fort St. Philip. Had it timed its action
better with Pakenham's, his defeat might at least have cost his
enemies dearer.
On the 18th of January took place the exchange of prison-
ers, and New Orleans received again her sorely missed citizens.
Although their detention from the stirring scenes of the camp
formed in their lives one of the unforgivable offenses of destiny,
their courteous, kindly, pleasant treatment by the British naval
officers was one of the reminiscences which gilded the memories
of the period.
Sir John Lambert's retreat was the ablest measure of the
British campaign. To retire in boats was impracticable; there
were not boats enough, and it was not safe to divide the army.
A road was therefore opened, along the bank of the bayou,
across the prairie to the lake: a severe and difficult task, that
occupied nine days. All the wounded except those who could
not be removed, the field artillery and stores, were placed in
barges and conveyed to the fleet; the ship guns were spiked; and
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formed into column. The camp-fires were lighted as usual, the
sentinels posted, each one provided with a stuffed dummy to put
in his stead when the time came for him to join the march in
the rear of the column. They marched all night, reaching the
shores of Lake Borgne at break of day.
Early in the morning of the nineteenth, rumors of the retreat
of the English began to circulate in the American camp. Officers
and men collected in groups on the parapet to survey the British
camp. It presented pretty much the same appearance as usual,
with its huts, flags, and sentinels. General Jackson, looking
through his telescope from Macarty's window, could not convince
himself that the enemy had gone. At last General Humbert,
one of Napoleon's veterans, was called upon for his opinion.
He took a look through the telescope, and immediately exclaimed,
“They are gone! ” When asked the reason for his belief, he
pointed to a crow Aying very near one of the sentinels.
While a reconnoitring party was being formed, a flag of
truce approached. It brought a courteous letter from General
Lambert, announcing the departure of the British army, and
soliciting the kind attentions of General Jackson to the sick and
wounded, whom he was compelled to leave behind. The circum-
stances of these wounded men being made known in the city, a
number of ladies drove immediately down the coast in their car-
riages with articles for their comfort.
The British Aleet left the Gulf shores on the 17th of March.
When it reached England, it received the news that Napoleon
had escaped and that Europe was up again in arms. Most of
the troops were at once re-embarked for Belgium, to join Well-
ington's army. General Lambert, knighted for gallantry at New
Orleans, distinguished himself at Waterloo.
A handsome tablet in St. Paul's Cathedral, London, commem-
orates Pakenham's gallant life and heroic death.
Walker relates that the Duke of Wellington, after the battle
of New Orleans, always cherished a great admiration for General
Jackson, and when introduced to American visitors never failed
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ALEXANDER WILLIAM KINGLAKE
(1809-1891)
K
INGLAKE the historian did not turn literary man of set pur-
pose. After a trip in the Orient he jotted down his remi-
niscences; talking, as he himself says, to a certain friend,
rather than writing for the public. The resulting book, Eothen,' was
a brilliant success: the author became famous at a bound. In after
years his solid literary performance as historian of the Crimean war
confirmed the position so easily won.
Alexander William Kinglake was the eldest son of a banker of
Taunton, England, where Alexander was born August 5th, 1809. He
was reared in a home of refinement, and as
a lad was a notable horseman and had a
taste for Homer. He went to Eton in due
course, and thence in 1828 to Trinity Col-
lege, Cambridge, where he was the friend
of Thackeray and Tennyson. He got his
B. A. in 1832, entered Lincoln's Inn, and
was called to the bar in 1837. But before
beginning his legal career he took the East-
ern tour, from which he made literary capi-
tal by writing (Eothen. ' The book, which
did not appear till 1844, is one of the most
enjoyable chronicles of travel in English;
full of picturesque description, quiet humor, A. W. KINGLAKE
and suggestive thought, — the whole seem-
ing freshly, spontaneously thrown off, though in reality the work was
several times rewritten. "Eothen) is as far as possible removed from
the conventional account of tourist doings. It gives in a charming
way the personal and independent impressions of an Englishman of
brains, culture, and literary gift. The style is at once easy and ele-
gant. The success of the volume, coming in a day when travel-books
were not so numerous as they now are, is not hard to understand.
Kinglake practiced law with only a desultory attention. The suc-
cess of 'Eothen' made him think of further literary work; and a nat-
ural disposition towards travel and an interest in affairs military drew
him in the direction of his master work, the Crimean history. In 1845
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ALEXANDER WILLIAM KINGLAKE
on his expedition in Algeria. In 1854 he joined the campaign in the
Crimea, was present at a battle, and remained with the English army
until the opening of the siege. This practical experience paved the
way for his acceptance of Lady Raglan's proposal that he should
write the history of the campaign, which her husband Lord Raglan
conducted. He agreed to do so, and all papers were turned over to
his care. Kinglake displayed the most painstaking care and diligence
in working up his material, and was also conscientious in polishing
his writing. The result is a work that is an authority in its field
and an attractive piece of literature. There can be but one opinion
with regard to the honesty, care of workmanship, and literary brill-
iancy which it shows. The historian at times enters too minutely
into details, and he is frankly prejudiced; his disapproval of Napoleon
III. coloring his view, while his belief in his friend Lord Raglan
gives his account something of party bias. But with Kinglake the
judgment is always based on moral principle. And he possessed
some of the finest qualities of the history-writer. He could make
historic scenes vivid and vital; he had sympathy, imagination, knowl-
edge of his subject. His marshaling of events has coherence and
unity. The human interest is strong in his pages. In fine, he is
among the most readable of modern writers of history.
Kinglake served in Parliament as a Liberal from Bridgewater from
1857 to 1868: his influence was felt in worthy reforms. The prepara-
tion of his eight-volume history occupied him for thirty-four years,
and it will remain his monument. (The Invasion of the Crimea, its
Origin, and an Account of its Progress down to the Death of Lord
Raglan,' the first volume of which appeared in 1863 and the last in
1888, represents the life work of a writer of force and originality.
Kinglake was a man of charming personality. His final illness, a
cancer of the tongue, was borne with great courage; his death occur-
ring on January 2d, 1891. His dislike of the parading of one's pri-
vate life is shown in his instructions to his literary executor that
none of the manuscripts he left should be published.
THE DESERT
From (Eothen)
A
S LONG as you are journeying in the interior of the desert, you
have no particular point to make for as your resting-place.
The endless sands yield nothing but small stunted shrubs:
even these fail after the first two or three days; and from that
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8601
hills-you pass through valleys that the storm of the last week
has dug, and the hills and the valleys are sand, sand, sand, still
sand, and only sand, and sand, and sand again. The earth is so
samely that your eyes turn towards heaven-towards heaven, I
mean, in the sense of sky. You look to the Sun, for he is your
taskmaster, and by him you know the measure of the work that
you have done and the measure of the work that remains for you
to do; he comes when you strike your tent in the early morning,
and then for the first hour of the day, as you move forward on
your camel, he stands at your near side, and makes you know that
the whole day's toil is before you;- then for a while and a long
while you see him no more, for you are veiled and shrouded,
and dare not look upon the greatness of his glory; but you know
where he strides overhead, by the touch of his flaming sword. No
words are spoken; but your Arabs moan, your camels sigh, your
skin glows, your shoulders ache, and for sights you see the pattern
and the web of the silk that veils your eyes, and the glare of the
outer light. Time labors on: your skin glows, and your shoul-
ders ache, your Arabs moan, your camels sigh, and you see the
same pattern in the silk and the same glare of light beyond; but
conquering Time marches on, and by-and-by the descending Sun
has compassed the heaven, and now softly touches your right
arm, and throws your lank shadow over the sand, right along on
the way for Persia: then again you look upon his face, for his
power is all veiled in his beauty, and the redness of flames has
become the redness of roses; the fair, wavy cloud that fled in
the morning now comes to his sight once more— comes blushing,
yet still comes on - - comes burning with blushes, yet hastens, and
clings to his side.
Then arrives your time for resting. The world about you is
all your own; and there where you will, you pitch your solitary
tent: there is no living thing to dispute your choice. When at
last the spot had been fixed upon, and we came to a halt, one of
the Arabs would touch the chest of my camel, and utter at the
same time a peculiar gurgling sound: the beast instantly under-
stood, and obeyed the sign, and slowly sunk under me till she
brought her body to a level with the ground; then gladly enough
I alighted; the rest of the camels were unloaded, and turned loose
to browse upon the shrubs of the desert, where shrubs there
were, or where these failed, to wait for the small quantity of
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ALEXANDER WILLIAM KINGLAKE
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At the beginning of my journey, the night breeze blew coldly;
when that happened, the dry sand was heaped up outside round
the skirts of the tent, and so the wind that everywhere else could
sweep as he listed along those dreary plains was forced to turn
aside in his course, and make way, as he ought, for the English-
man. Then within my tent there were heaps of luxuries, –
dining-rooms, dressing-rooms, libraries, bedrooms, drawing-rooms,
oratories,—all crowded into the space of a hearth-rug. The first
night, I remember, with my books and maps about me, I wanted
light; they brought me a taper, and immediately from out of the
silent desert there rushed in a flood of life, unseen before. Mon-
sters of moths of all shapes and hues, that never before perhaps
had looked upon the shining of a flame, now madly thronged into
my tent, and dashed through the fire of the candle till they fairly
extinguished it with their burning limbs. Those who had failed
in attaining this martyrdom suddenly became serious, and clung
despondingly to the canvas.
By-and-by there was brought to me the fragrant tea, and big
masses of scorched and scorching toast, that minded me of old
Eton days, and the butter that had come all the way to me in
this desert of Asia, from out of that poor, dear, starving Ireland.
I feasted like a king,— like four kings, like a boy in the fourth
form.
When the cold, sullen morning dawned, and my people began
to load the camels, I always felt loath to give back to the waste
this little spot of ground that had glowed for a while with the
cheerfulness of a human dwelling. One by one the cloaks, the
saddles, the baggage, the hundred things that strewed the ground
and made it look so familiar - all these were taken away and
laid upon the camels. A speck in the broad tracts of Asia re-
mained still impressed with the mark of patent portmanteaus and
the heels of London boots; the embers of the fire lay black and
cold upon the sand, and these were the signs we left.
My tent was spared to the last; but when all else was ready
for the start, then came its fall: the pegs were drawn, the can-
vas shivered, and in less than a minute there was nothing that
remained of my genial home but only a pole and a bundle.
The
encroaching Englishman was off; and instant, upon the fall of the
canvas, like an owner who had waited and watched, the Genius
of the Desert stalked in.
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8603
I can understand the sort of amazement of the Orientals at
the scantiness of the retinue with which an Englishman passes
the desert; for I was somewhat struck myself when I saw one
of my countrymen making his way across the wilderness in this
simple style. At first there was a mere moving speck in the
horizon; my party, of course, became all alive with excitement,
and there were many surmises: soon it appeared that three laden
camels were approaching, and that two of them carried riders;
in a little while we saw that one of the riders wore the Euro-
pean dress, and at last the travelers were pronounced to be an
English gentleman and his servant; by their side there were a
couple, I think, of Arabs on foot: and this was the whole party.
You,- you love sailing: in returning from a cruise to the
English coast, you see often enough a fisherman's humble boat
far away from all shores, with an ugly black sky above and an
angry sea beneath; you watch the grisly old man at the helm,
carrying his craft with strange skill through the turmoil of
waters, and the boy, supple-limbed, yet weather-worn already,
and with steady eyes that look through the blast, - you see him
understanding commandments from the jerk of his father's white
eyebrow, now belaying and now letting go, now scrunching him-
self down into mere ballast, or bailing out Death with a pip-
kin. Stale enough is the sight; and yet when I see it I always
stare anew, and with a kind of Titanic exultation, because that
a poor boat, with the brain of a man and the hands of a boy on
board, can match herself so bravely against black Heaven and
Ocean: well, so when you have traveled for days and days, over
an Eastern desert, without meeting the likeness of a human
being, and then at last see an English shooting-jacket and his
servant come listlessly slouching along from out the forward
horizon, you stare at the wide unproportion between this slender
company and the boundless plains of sand through which they
are keeping their way.
This Englishman, as I afterwards found, was a military man
returning to his country from India, and crossing the desert at
this part in order to go through Palestine. As for me, I had come
pretty straight from England; and so here we met in the wil-
derness at about half-way from our respective starting-points. As
we approached each other, it became with me a question whether
we should speak. I thought it likely that the stranger would
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be as sociable and as chatty as I could be, according to my
nature, but still I could not think of anything in particular that
I had to say to him. Of course among civilized people the not
having anything to say is no excuse at all for not speaking,
but I was shy and indolent; and I felt no great wish to stop and
talk like a morning visitor, in the midst of those broad solitudes.
The traveler perhaps felt as I did; for except that we lifted our
hands to our caps and waved our arms in courtesy, we passed
each other as if we had passed in Bond Street. Our attendants,
however, were not to be cheated of the delight that they felt in
speaking to new listeners and hearing fresh voices once more.
The masters, therefore, had no sooner passed each other than
their respective servants quietly stopped and entered into conver-
sation. As soon as my camel found that her companions were
not following her, she caught the social feeling and refused to
go on.
I felt the absurdity of the situation, and determined to
accost the stranger, if only to avoid the awkwardness of remain-
ing stuck fast in the desert whilst our servants were amusing
themselves. When with this intent I turned round my camel, I
found that the gallant officer, who had passed me by about thirty
or forty yards, was exactly in the same predicament as myself.
I put my now willing camel in motion and rode up towards the
stranger; who, seeing this, followed my example and came for.
ward to meet me. He was the first to speak. He was much
too courteous to address me as if he admitted of the possibility of
my wishing to accost him from any feeling of mere sociability
or civilian-like love of vain talk; on the contrary, he at once
attributed my advances to a laudable wish of acquiring statistical
information: and accordingly, when we got within speaking dis-
tance, he said, “I daresay you wish to know how the Plague is
going on at Cairo ? ” And then he went on to say he regretted
that his information did not enable him to give me in numbers
a perfectly accurate statement of the daily deaths. He after-
wards talked pleasantly enough upon other and less ghastly sub-
jects. I thought him manly and intelligent; a worthy one of
the few thousand strong Englishmen to whom the Empire of
India is committed.
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8605
THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE
From "The Invasion of the Crimea)
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T FIRST, as was natural, the enemy's gunners and riflemen
were so far taken by surprise as to be hardly in readiness
to seize the opportunity which Lord Cardigan was present-
ing to them; and indeed for some time the very extravagance of
the operation masked its character from the intelligence of the
enemy, preventing him from seeing at once that it must result
from some stupendous mistake. But the Russians at length per-
ceived that the distance between our Heavy Brigade and Lord
Cardigan's squadrons was every moment increasing, and that,
whatever might be the true meaning of the enterprise in which
our Light Cavalry had engaged, the red squadrons were not
under orders to give it that kind of support which the English-
man calls thorough-going. ” This once understood, the enemy
had fair means of inferring that the phenomenon of ten beau-
tiful squadrons moving down the North Valley in well-ordered
lines, was not the commencement of anything like a general
advance on the part of the Allies, and might prove after all to
be hardly the result of design. Accordingly, with more or less
readiness, the forces on the Causeway Heights, the forces on the
Fedioukine Hills, and the twelve-gun battery which crossed the
lower end of the valley, became all prepared to inflict upon our
Light Cavalry the consequences of the fault which propelled it.
It is true that the main body of the Russian cavalry, drawn up
in rear of the confronting battery, had been cowed by the result
of its encounter with Scarlett's dragoons; but when that has
been acknowledged as a qualification of what is coming, it may
be said that the three sides of the quadrangle in which our cav-
alry moved were not only lined with Russians, but with Russians
standing firm to their duty.
Soon the fated advance of the Light Brigade had proceeded
so far as to begin to disclose its strange purpose: the purpose
of making straight for the far distant battery which crossed the
foot of the valley, by passing for a mile between two Russian
forces; and this at such ugly distance from each as to allow of
our squadrons going down under a doubly flanking fire of round
shot, grape, and rifle-balls, without the opportunity of yet doing
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of the Causeway Heights on the one side and the Fedioukine
Hills on the other, the Russian artillery brought its power to
bear right and left, with an efficiency every moment increasing;
and large numbers of riflemen on the slopes of the Causeway
Heights, who had been placed where they were in order to cover
the retreat of the Russian battalions, found means to take their
part in the work of destroying our horsemen. Whilst Lord Car-
digan and his squadrons rode thus under heavy cross-fire, the
visible object they had straight before them was the white bank
of smoke, from time to time pierced by issues of flame, which
marks the site of a battery in action: for in truth the very goal
that had been chosen for our devoted squadrons— a goal rarely
before assigned to cavalry — was the front of a battery; the
front of that twelve-gun battery, with the main body of the
Russian cavalry in rear of it, which crossed the lower end of
the valley: and so faithful, so resolute, was Lord Cardigan in
executing this part of what he understood to be his appointed
task, that he chose out one of the guns which he judged to be
about the centre of the battery, rode straight at its fire, and
made this from first to last his sole guiding star.
Pressing always deeper and deeper into this pen of fire, the
devoted brigade, with Lord Cardigan still at its head, continued
to move down the valley. The fire the brigade was incurring
had not yet come to be of that crushing sort which mows down
half a troop in one instant, and for some time a steady pace
was maintained. As often as a horse was killed or disabled or
deprived of the rider, his fall or his plunge or his ungoverned
pressure had commonly the effect of enforcing upon the neigh-
boring chargers more or less of lateral movement, and in this way
there was occasioned a slight distension of the rank in which the
casualty had occurred; but in the next instant, when the troopers
had ridden clear of the disturbing cause, they closed up, and rode
on in a line as even as before, though reduced by the loss just
sustained. The movement occasioned by each casualty was so
constantly recurring, and so constantly followed by the same pro-
cess, - the process of re-closing the ranks,—that to distant ob-
servers the alternate distension and contraction of the line seemed
to have the precision and sameness which belong to mechanic
contrivance. Of these distant observers there was one - and that
too a soldier- who so felt to the heart the true import of what
he saw, that in a paroxysm of admiration and grief he burst into
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8607
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tears. In well-maintained order, but growing less every instant,
our squadrons still moved down the valley.
Their pace for some time was firmly governed. When horse-
men, too valorous to be thinking of flight, are brought into straits
of this kind, their tendency is to be galloping swiftly forward,
each man at the greatest pace he can exact from his own charger,
thus destroying of course the formation of the line: but Lord
Cardigan's love of strict uniform order was a propensity having
all the force of a passion; and as long as it seemed possible to
exert authority by voice or by gesture, the leader of this singu-
lar onset was firm in repressing the fault.
Thus when Captain White, of the 17th Lancers (who com-
manded the squadron of direction), became “anxious," as he
frankly expressed it, “to get out of such a murderous fire, and
into the guns," as being the best of the two evils,” and, endeav-
oring with that view to force the pace," pressed forward so much
as to be almost alongside of the chief's bridle-arm, Lord Cardigan
checked this impatience by laying his sword across the captain's
breast, telling him at the same time not to try to force the pace,
and not to be riding before the leader of the brigade. Otherwise
than for this, Lord Cardigan, from the first to the last of the onset,
did not speak nor make sign. Riding straight and erect, he never
once turned in his saddle with the object of getting a glance at
the state of the squadrons which followed him; and to this rigid
abstinence-giving proof as such abstinence did of an unbending
resolve- it was apparently owing that the brigade never fell into
doubt concerning its true path of duty, never wavered (as the
best squadrons will, if the leader, for even an instant, appears to
be uncertain of purpose), and was guiltless of even inclining to
any default except that of failing to keep down the pace.
So far as concerned the first line, this task was now becoming
more and more difficult. When the 13th Light Dragoons and the
17th Lancers had passed so far down the valley as to be under
effective fire from the guns in their front, as well as from the
flanks right and left, their lines were so torn, so cruelly reduced
in numbers, as to be hardly any longer capable of retaining the
corporate life or entity of the regiment, the squadron, the troop;
and these aggregates began to resolve themselves into their com-
ponent elements - that is, into brave, eager horsemen, growing
fiercely impatient of a trial which had thus long denied them
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guns which had shattered their ranks.