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Beleaguerment, 1775-1776
When Carleton finally turned at bay within the walls
of Quebec the British flag waved over less than a single one out of
the more than a million square miles that had so recently been
included within the boundaries of Canada. The landward walls cut off
the last half-mile of the tilted promontory which rises three
hundred feet above the St Lawrence but only one hundred above the
valley of the St Charles. This promontory is just a thousand yards
wide where the landward walls run across it, and not much wider
across the world-famous Heights and Plains of Abraham, which then
covered the first two miles beyond. The whole position makes one of
Nature's strongholds when the enemy can be kept at arm's length. But
Carleton had no men to spare for more than the actual walls and the
narrow little strip of the Lower Town between the base of the cliff
and the St Lawrence. So the enemy closed in along the Heights' and
among the suburbs, besides occupying any point of vantage they chose
across the St Lawrence or St Charles.
The walls were by no means fit to stand a siege, a fact which
Carleton had frequently reported. But, as the Americans had neither
the men nor the material for a regular siege, they were obliged to
confine themselves to a mere beleaguerment, with the chance of
taking Quebec by assault. One of Carleton's first acts was to
proclaim that every able-bodied man refusing to bear arms was to
leave the town within four days. But, though this had the desired
effect of clearing out nearly all the dangerous rebels, the
Americans still believed they had enough sympathizers inside to turn
the scale of victory if they could only manage to take the Lower
Town, with all its commercial property and shipping, or gain a
footing anywhere within the walls.
There were five thousand souls left in Quebec, which was well
provisioned for the winter. The women, children, and men unfit to
bear arms numbered three thousand. The 'exempts' amounted to a
hundred and eighty. As there was a growing suspicion about many of
these last, Carleton paraded them for medical examination at the
beginning of March, when, a good deal more than half were found
quite fit for duty. These men had been malingering all winter in
order to skulk out of danger; so he treated them with extreme
leniency in only putting them on duty as a 'company of Invalids.'
But the slur stuck fast. The only other exceptions to the general
efficiency were a very few instances of cowardice and many more of
slackness. The militia order-books have repeated entries about men
who turned up late for even important duties as well as about others
whose authorized substitutes were no better than themselves. But it
should be remembered that, as a whole, the garrison did exceedingly
good service and that all the malingerers and serious delinquents
together did not amount to more than a tenth of its total, which is
a small proportion for such a mixed body.
The effective strength at the beginning of the siege was eighteen
hundred of all ranks. Only one hundred of these belonged to the
regular British garrison in Canada--a few staff-officers, twenty-two
men of the Royal Artillery, and seventy men of the 7th Royal
Fusiliers, a regiment which was to be commanded in Quebec sixteen
years later by Queen Victoria's father, the Duke of Kent. The
Fusiliers and two hundred and thirty 'Royal Emigrants' were formed
into a little battalion under Colonel Maclean, a first-rate officer
and Carleton's right-hand man in action. 'His Majesty's Royal
Highland Regiment of Emigrants,' which subsequently became the 84th
Foot, now known as the 2nd York and Lancaster, was hastily raised in
1775 from the Highland veterans who had settled in the American
colonies after the Peace of 1763. Maclean's two hundred and thirty
were the first men he could get together in time to reach Quebec.
The only other professional fighters were four hundred blue-jackets
and thirty-five marines of H.M.SS. Lizard and Hunter,
who were formed into a naval battalion under their own officers,
Captains Hamilton and McKenzie, Hamilton being made a
lieutenant-colonel and McKenzie a major while doing duty ashore.
Fifty masters and mates of trading vessels were enrolled in the same
battalion. The whole of the shipping was laid up for the winter in
the Cul de Sac, which alone made the Lower Town a prize worth
taking. The 'British Militia' mustered three hundred and thirty, the
'Canadian Militia' five hundred and forty-three. These two corps
included practically all the official and business classes in Quebec
and formed nearly half the total combatants. Some of them took no
pay and were not bound to service beyond the neighborhood of Quebec,
thus being very much like the Home Guards raised all over Canada and
the rest of the Empire during the Great World War of 1914. All the
militia wore dark green coats with buff waistcoats and breeches. The
total of eighteen hundred was completed by a hundred and twenty
'artificers,' that is, men who would now belong to the Engineers,
Ordnance, and Army Service Corps. As the composition of this
garrison has been so often misrepresented, it may be as well to
state distinctly that the past or present regulars of all kinds,
soldiers and sailors together, numbered eight hundred and the
militia and other non-regulars a thousand. The French Canadians,
very few of whom were or had been regulars, formed less than a third
of the whole.
Montgomery and Arnold had about the same total number of men.
Sometimes there were more, sometimes less. But what made the real
difference, and what really turned the scale, was that the Americans
had hardly any regulars and that their effectives rarely averaged
three-quarters of their total strength. The balance was also against
them in the matter of armament. For, though Morgan's Virginians had
many more rifles than were to be found among the British, the
Americans in general were not so well off for bayonets and not so
well able to use those they had; while the artillery odds were still
more against them. Carleton's artillery was not of the best. But it
was better than that of the Americans. He decidedly overmatched them
in the combined strength of all kinds of ordnance--cannons,
carronades, howitzers, mortars, and swivels. Cannons and howitzers
fired shot and shell at any range up to the limit then reached,
between two and three miles. Carronades were on the principle of a
gigantic shotgun, firing masses of bullets with great effect at very
short ranges--less than that of a long musket-shot, then reckoned at
two hundred yards. The biggest mortars threw 13-inch 224-lb shells
to a great distance. But their main use was for high-angle fire,
such as that from the suburb of St Roch under the walls of Quebec.
Swivels were the smallest kind of ordnance, firing one-, two-, or
three-pound balls at short or medium ranges. They were used at
convenient points to stop rushes, much like modern machine-guns.
Thanks chiefly to Cramahe, the defenses were not nearly so 'ruinous'
as Arnold at first had thought them. The walls, however useless
against the best siege artillery, were formidable enough against
irregular troops and makeshift batteries; while the warehouses and
shipping in the Lower Town were protected by two stockades, one
straight under Cape Diamond, the other at the corner where the Lower
Town turns into the valley of the St Charles. The first was called
the Pres-de-Ville, the second the Sault-au-Matelot. The shipping was
open to bombardment from the Levis shore. But the Americans had no
guns to spare for this till April.
Montgomery's advance was greatly aided by the little flotilla which
Easton had captured at Sorel. Montgomery met Arnold at
Pointe-aux-Trembles, twenty miles above Quebec, on the 2nd of
December and supplied his little half-clad force with the British
uniforms taken at St Johns and Chambly. He was greatly pleased with
the magnificent physique of Arnold's men, the fittest of an
originally well-picked lot. He still had some 'pusillanimous
wretches' among his own New Yorkers, who resented the air of
superiority affected by Arnold's New Englanders and Morgan's
Virginians. He felt a well-deserved confidence in Livingston and
some of the English-speaking Canadian 'patriots' whom Livingston had
brought into his camp before St Johns in September. But he began to
feel more and more doubtful about the French Canadians, most of whom
began to feel more and more doubtful about themselves. On the 6th he
arrived before Quebec and took up his quarters in Holland House, two
miles beyond the walls, at the far end of the Plains of Abraham. The
same day he sent Carleton the following summons:
SIR;--Notwithstanding the personal ill-treatment I have received at
your hands--notwithstanding your cruelty to the unhappy Prisoners
you have taken, the feelings of humanity induce me to have recourse
to this expedient to save you from the Destruction which hangs over
you. Give me leave, Sir, to assure you that I am well acquainted
with your situation. A great extent of works, in their nature
incapable of defense, manned with a motley crew of sailors, the
greatest part our friends; of citizens, who wish to see us within
their walls, & a few of the worst troops who ever stilled themselves
Soldiers. The impossibility of relief, and the certain prospect of
wanting every necessary of life, should your opponents confine their
operations to a simple Blockade, point out the absurdity of
resistance. Such is your situation! I am at the head of troops
accustomed to Success, confident of the righteousness of the cause
they are engaged in, inured to danger, & so highly incensed at your
inhumanity, illiberal abuse, and the ungenerous means employed to
prejudice them in the mind of the Canadians that it is with
difficulty I restrain them till my Batteries are ready from
assaulting your works, which afford them a fair opportunity of ample
vengeance and just retaliation. Firing upon a flag of truce,
hitherto unprecedented, even among savages, prevents my taking the
ordinary mode of communicating my sentiments. However, I will at any
rate acquit my conscience. Should you persist in an unwarrantable
defense, the consequences be upon your own head. Beware of
destroying stores of any kind, Publick or Private, as you have done
at Montreal and in Three Rivers--If you do, by Heaven, there will be
no mercy shown. |
Though Montgomery wrote bunkum like the common politician of that
and many a later age, he was really a brave soldier. What galled him
into fury was 'grave Carleton's' quiet refusal to recognize either
him or any other rebel commander as the accredited leader of a
hostile army. It certainly must have been exasperating for the
general of the Continental Congress to be reduced to such expedients
as tying a grandiloquent ultimatum to an arrow and shooting it into
the beleaguered town. The charge of firing on flags of truce was
another instance of 'talking for Buncombe.' Carleton never fired on
any white flag. But he always sent the same answer: that he could
hold no communication with any rebels unless they came to implore
the king's pardon. This, of course, was an aggravation of his
offensive calmness in the face of so much revolutionary rage. To
individual rebels of all sorts he was, if anything, over-indulgent.
He would not burn the suburbs of Quebec till the enemy forced him to
it, though many of the houses that gave the Americans the best cover
belonged to rebel Canadians. He went out of his way to be kind to
all prisoners, especially if sick or wounded. And it was entirely
owing to his restraining influence that the friendly Indians had not
raided the border settlements of New England during the summer. Nor
was he animated only by the very natural desire of bringing back
rebellious subjects to what he thought their true allegiance, as his
subsequent actions amply proved. He simply acted with the calm
dignity and impartial justice which his position required.
Three days before Christmas the bombardment began in earnest. The
non-combatants soon found, to their equal amazement and delight,
that a good many shells did very little damage if fired about at
random. But news intended to make their flesh creep came in at the
same time, and probably had more effect than the shells on the
weak-kneed members of the community. Seven hundred scaling-ladders,
no quarter if Carleton persisted in holding out, and a prophecy
attributed to Montgomery that he would eat his Christmas dinner
either in Quebec or in Hell--these were some of the blood-curdling
items that came in by petticoat or arrow post. One of the most
active purveyors of all this bombast was Jerry Duggan, a Canadian
'patriot' barber now become a Continental major.
But there was a serious side. Deserters and prisoners, as well as
British adherents who had escaped, all began to tell the same tale,
though with many variations. Montgomery was evidently bent on
storming the walls the first dark night. His own orders showed it.
Head Quarters, Holland House, Near Quebec, 15th December 1755.
The General having in vain offered the most favorable terms of
accommodation to the Governor of Quebec, & having taken every
possible step to prevail on the inhabitants to desist from seconding
him in his wild scheme of defending the Town--for the speedy
reduction of the only hold possessed by the Ministerial Troops in
this Province--The soldiers, flushed with continual success,
confident of the justice of their cause, & relying on that
Providence which has uniformly protected them, will advance with
alacrity to the attack of works incapable of being defended by the
wretched Garrison posted behind them, consisting of Sailors
unacquainted with the use of arms, of Citizens incapable of
Soldiers' duty, & of a few miserable Emigrants. The General is
confident that a vigorous & spirited attack must be attended with
success. The Troops shall have the effects of the Governor,
Garrison, & of such as have been active in misleading the
Inhabitants & distressing the friends of liberty, equally divided
among them, except the 100th share out of the whole, which shall be
at the disposal of the General to be given to such soldiers as
distinguished themselves by their activity & bravery, to be sold at
public auction: the whole to be conducted as soon as the City is in
our hands and the inhabitants disarmed.
It was a week after these orders had been written before the first
positive news of the threatened assault was brought into town by an
escaped British prisoner who, strangely enough, bore the name of
Wolfe. Wolfe's escape naturally caused a postponement of
Montgomery's design and a further council of war. Unlike most
councils of war this one was full of fight. Three feints were to be
made at different points while the real attack was to be driven home
at Cape Diamond. But just after this decision had been reached two
rebel Montrealers came down and, in another debate, carried the day
for another plan. These men, Antell and Price, were really
responsible for the final plan, which, like its predecessor, did not
meet with Montgomery's approval. Montgomery wanted to make a breach
before trying the walls. But he was no more than the chairman of a
committee; and this egregious committee first decided to storm the
unbroken walls and then changed to an attack on the Lower Town only.
Antell was Montgomery's engineer. Price was a red-hot agitator. Both
were better at politics than soldiering. Their argument was that if
the Lower Town could be taken the Quebec militia would force
Carleton to surrender in order to save the warehouses, shipping, and
other valuable property along the waterfront, and that even if
Carleton held out in debate he would soon be brought to his knees by
the Americans, who would march through the gates, which were to be
opened by the 'patriots' inside.
Another week passed; and Montgomery had not eaten his Christmas
dinner either in Quebec or in the other place. But both sides knew
the crisis must be fast approaching; for the New Yorkers had sworn
that they would not stay a minute later than the end of the year,
when their term of enlistment was up. Thus every day that passed
made an immediate assault more likely, as Montgomery had to strike
before his own men left him. Yet New Year's Eve itself began without
the sign of an alarm.
Carleton had been sleeping in his clothes at the Recollets', night
after night, so that he might be first on parade at the general
rendezvous on the Place d'Armes, which stood near the top of
Mountain Hill, the only road between the Upper and the Lower Town.
Officers and men off duty had been following his example; and every
one was ready to turn out at a moment's notice.
A north-easterly snowstorm was blowing furiously, straight up the St
Lawrence, making Quebec a partly seen blur to the nearest American
patrols and the Heights of Abraham a wild sea of whirling drifts to
the nearest British sentries. One o'clock passed, and nothing
stirred. But when two o'clock struck at Holland House Montgomery
rose and began to put the council's plan in operation. The Lower
Town was to be attacked at both ends. The Pres-de-Ville barricade
was to be carried by Montgomery and the Sault-au-Matelot by Arnold,
while Livingston was to distract Carleton's attention as much as
possible by making a feint against the landward walls, where the
British still expected the real attack. Livingston's Canadian
fighting 'patriots' waded through the drifts, against the storm,
across the Plains, and took post close in on the far side of Cape
Diamond, only eighty yards from the same walls that were to have
been stormed some days before. Jerry Duggan's parasitic Canadian
'patriots' took post in the suburb of St John and thence round to
Palace Gate. Montgomery led his own column straight to Wolfe's Cove,
whence he marched in along the narrow path between the cliff and the
St Lawrence till he reached the spot at the foot of Cape Diamond
just under the right of Livingston's line. Arnold, whose quarters
were in the valley of the St Charles, took post in St Roch, with a
mortar battery to fire against the walls and a column of men to
storm the Sault-au-Matelot. Livingston's and Jerry Duggan's whole
command numbered about four hundred men, Montgomery's five hundred,
Arnold's six. The opposing totals were fifteen hundred Americans
against seventeen hundred British. There was considerable risk of
confusion between friend and foe, as most of the Americans,
especially Arnold's men, wore captured British uniforms with nothing
to distinguish them but odds and ends of their former kits and a
sort of paper hatband bearing the inscription Liberty or Death.
A little after four the sentries on the walls at Cape Diamond saw
lights flashing about in front of them and were just going to call
the guard when Captain Malcolm Fraser of the Royal Emigrants came by
on his rounds and saw other lights being set out in regular order
like lamps in a street. He instantly turned out the guards and
pickets. The drums beat to arms. Every church bell in the city
pealed forth its alarm into that wild night. The bugles blew. The
men off duty swarmed on to the Place d'Armes, where Carleton, calm
and intrepid as ever, took post with the general reserve and waited.
There was nothing for him to do just yet. Everything that could have
been foreseen had already been amply provided for; and in his quiet
confidence his followers found their own.
Towards five o'clock two green rockets shot up from Montgomery's
position beside the Anse des Meres under Cape Diamond. This was the
signal for attack. Montgomery's column immediately struggled on
again along the path leading round the foot of the Cape towards the
Pres-de-Ville barricade. Livingston's serious 'patriots' on the top
of the Cape changed their dropping shots into a hot fire against the
walls; while Jerry Duggan's little mob of would-be looters shouted
and blazed away from safer cover in the suburbs of St John and St
Roch. Arnold's mortars pitched shells all over the town; while his
storming-party advanced towards the Sault-au-Matelot barricade.
Carleton, naturally anxious about the landward walls, sent some of
the British militia to reinforce the men at Cape Diamond, which, as
he knew, Montgomery considered the best point of attack. The walls
lower down did not seem to be in any danger from Jerry Duggan's
'patriots,' whose noisy demonstration was at once understood to be
nothing but an empty feint. The walls facing the St Charles were
well manned and well gunned by the naval battalion. Those facing the
St Lawrence, though weak in themselves, were practically
impregnable, as the cliffs could not be scaled by any formed body.
The Lower Town, however, was by no means so safe, in spite of its
two barricades. The general uproar was now so great that Carleton
could not distinguish the firing there from what was going on
elsewhere. But it was at these two points that the real attack was
rapidly developing.
The first decisive action took place at Pres-de-Ville. The guard
there consisted of fifty men--John Coffin, who was a merchant of
Quebec, Sergeant Hugh McQuarters of the Royal Artillery, Captain
Barnsfair, a merchant skipper, with fifteen mates and skippers like
himself, and thirty French Canadians under Captain Chabot and
Lieutenant Picard. These fifty men had to guard a front of only as
many feet. On their right Cape Diamond rose almost sheer. On their
left raged the stormy St Lawrence. They had a tiny block-house next
to the cliff and four small guns on the barricade, all
double-charged with canister and grape. They had heard the dropping
shots on the top of the Cape for nearly an hour and had been quick
to notice the change to a regular hot fire. But they had no idea
whether their own post was to be attacked or not till they suddenly
saw the head of Montgomery's column halting within fifty paces of
them. A man came forward cautiously and looked at the barricade. The
storm was in his face. The defenses were wreathed in whirling snow.
And the men inside kept silent as the grave. When he went back a
little group stood for a couple of minutes in hurried consultation.
Then Montgomery waved his sword, called out 'Come on, brave boys,
Quebec is ours!' and led the charge. The defenders let the Americans
get about half-way before Barnsfair shouted 'Fire!' Then the guns
and muskets volleyed together, cutting down the whole front of the
densely massed column. Montgomery, his two staff-officers, and his
ten leading men were instantly killed. Some more farther back were
wounded. And just as the fifty British fired their second round the
rest of the five hundred Americans turned and ran in wild confusion.
A few minutes later a man whose identity was never established came
running from the Lower Town to say that Arnold's men had taken the
Sault-au-Matelot barricade. If this was true it meant that the
Pres-de-Ville fifty would be caught between two fires. Some of them
made as if to run back and reach Mountain Hill before the Americans
could cut them off. But Coffin at once threatened to kill the first
man to move; and by the time an artillery officer had arrived with
reinforcements perfect order had been restored. This officer,
finding he was not wanted there, sent back to know where else he was
to go, and received an answer telling him to hurry to the Sault-au-Matelot.
When he arrived there, less than half a mile off, he found that
desperate street fighting had been going on for over an hour.
Arnold's advance had begun at the same time as Livingston's
demonstration and Montgomery's attack. But his task was very
different and the time required much longer. There were three
obstacles to be overcome. First, his men had to run the gauntlet of
the fire from the bluejackets ranged along the Grand Battery, which
faced the St Charles at its mouth and overlooked the narrow little
street of Sous-le-Cap at a height of fifty or sixty feet. Then they
had to take the small advanced barricade, which stood a hundred
yards on the St Charles side of the actual Sault-au-Matelot or
Sailor's Leap, which is the north-easterly point of the Quebec
promontory and nearly a hundred feet high. Finally, they had to
round this point and attack the regular Sault-au-Matelot barricade.
This second barricade was about a hundred yards long, from the rock
to the river. It crossed Sault-au-Matelot Street and St Peter
Street, which were the same then as now. But it ended on a wharf
half-way down the modern St James Street, as the outer half of this
street was then a natural strand completely covered at high tide. It
was much closer than the Pres-de-Ville barricade was to Mountain
Hill, at the top of which Carleton held his general reserve ready in
the Place d'Armes; and it was fairly strong in material and
armament. But it was at first defended by only a hundred men.
The American forlorn hope, under Captain Oswald, got past most of
the Grand Battery unscathed. But by the time the main body was
following under Morgan the British blue-jackets were firing down
from the walls at less than point-blank range. The driving snow, the
clumps of bushes on the cliff, and the little houses in the street
below all gave the Americans some welcome cover. But many of them
were hit; while the gun they were towing through the drifts on a
sleigh stuck fast and had to be abandoned. Captain Dearborn, the
future commander-in-chief of the American army in the War of 1812,
noted in his diary that he 'met the wounded men very thick' as he
was bringing up the rear. When the forlorn hope reached the advanced
barricade Arnold halted it till the supports had come up. The loss
of the gun and the worrying his main body was receiving from the
sailors along the Grand Battery spoilt his original plan of smashing
in the barricade by shell fire while Morgan circled round its outer
flank on the ice of the tidal flats and took it in rear. So he
decided on a frontal attack. When he thought he had a fair chance he
stepped to the front and shouted, 'Now, boys, all together, rush!'
But before he could climb the barricade he was shot through the leg.
For some time he propped himself up against a house and, leaning on
his rifle, continued encouraging his men, who were soon firing
through the port-holes as well as over the top. But presently
growing faint from loss of blood he had to be carried off the field
to the General Hospital on the banks of the St Charles.
The men now called out for a lead from Morgan, who climbed a ladder,
leaped the top, and fell under a gun inside. In another minute the
whole forlorn hope had followed him, while the main body came close
behind. The guard, not strong in numbers and weak in being composed
of young militiamen, gave way but kept on firing. 'Down with your
arms if you want quarter!' yelled Morgan, whose men were in
overwhelming strength; and the guard surrendered. A little way
beyond, just under the bluff of the Sault-au-Matelot, the British
supports, many of whom were Seminary students, also surrendered to
Morgan, who at once pressed on, round the corner of the Sault-au-Matelot,
and halted in sight of the second or regular barricade. What was to
be done now? Where was Montgomery? How strong was the barricade; and
had it been reinforced? It could not be turned because the cliff
rose sheer on one flank while the icy St Lawrence lashed the other.
Had Morgan known that there were only a hundred men behind it when
he attacked its advanced barricade he might have pressed on at all
costs and carried it by assault. But it looked strong, there were
guns on its platforms, and it ran across two streets. His hurried
council of war over-ruled him, as Montgomery's council had
over-ruled the original plan of storming the walls; and so his men
began a desultory fight in the streets and from the houses.
This was fatal to American success. The original British hundred
were rapidly reinforced. The artillery officer who had found that he
was not needed at the Pres-de-Ville after Montgomery's defeat, and
who had hurried across the intervening half-mile, now occupied the
corner houses, enlarged the embrasures, and trained his guns on the
houses occupied by the enemy. Detachments of Fusiliers and Royal
Emigrants also arrived, as did the thirty-five masters and mates of
merchant vessels who were not on guard with Barnsfair at the
Pres-de-Ville. Thus, what with soldiers, sailors, and militiamen of
both races, the main Sault-au-Matelot barricade was made secure
against being rushed like the outer one. But there was plenty of
fighting, with some confusion at close quarters caused by the
British uniforms which both sides were wearing. A Herculean sailor
seized the first ladder the Americans set against the barricade,
hauled it up, and set it against the window of a house out of the
far end of which the enemy were firing. Major Nairne and Lieutenant
Dambourges of the Royal Emigrants at once climbed in at the head of
a storming-party and wild work followed with the bayonet. All the
Americans inside were either killed or captured. Meanwhile a
vigorous British nine-pounder had been turned on another house they
occupied. This house was likewise battered in, so that its surviving
occupants had to run into the street, where they were well plied
with musketry by the regulars and militiamen. The chance for a
sortie then seeming favorable, Lieutenant Anderson of the Navy
headed his thirty-five merchant mates and skippers in a rush along
Sault-au-Matelot Street. But his effort was premature. Morgan shot
him dead, and Morgan's Virginians drove the seamen back inside the
barricade.
Carleton had of course kept in perfect touch with every phase of the
attack and defense; and now, fearing no surprise against the walls
in the growing daylight, had decided on taking Arnold's men in rear.
To do this he sent Captain Lawes of the Royal Engineers and Captain
McDougall of the Royal Emigrants with a hundred and twenty men out
through Palace Gate. This detachment had hardly reached the advanced
barricade before they fell in with the enemy's rearguard, which they
took by complete surprise and captured to a man. Leaving McDougall
to secure these prisoners before following on, Lawes pushed eagerly
forward, round the corner of the Sault-au-Matelot cliff, and,
running in among the Americans facing the main barricade, called
out, 'You are all my prisoners!' 'No, we're not; you're ours!' they
answered. 'No, no,' replied Lawes, as coolly as if on parade 'don't
mistake yourselves, I vow to God you're mine!' 'But where are your
men?' asked the astonished Americans; and then Lawes suddenly found
that he was utterly alone! The roar of the storm and the work of
securing the prisoners on the far side of the advanced barricade had
prevented the men who should have followed him from understanding
that only a few were needed with McDougall. But Lawes put a bold
face on it and answered, 'O, Ho, make yourselves easy! My men are
all round here and they'll be with you in a twinkling.' He was then
seized and disarmed. Some of the Americans called out, 'Kill him!
Kill him!' But a Major Meigs protected him. The whole parley had
lasted about ten minutes when McDougall came running up with the
missing men, released Lawes, and made prisoners of the nearest
Americans. Lawes at once stepped forward and called on the rest to
surrender. Morgan was for cutting his way through. A few men ran
round by the wharf and escaped on the tidal flats of the St Charles.
But, after a hurried consultation, the main body, including Morgan,
laid down their arms. This was decisive. The British had won the
fight.
The complete British loss in killed and wounded was wonderfully
small, only thirty, just one-tenth of the corresponding American
loss, which was large out of all proportion. Nearly half of the
fifteen hundred Americans had gone--over four hundred prisoners and
about three hundred killed and wounded. Nor were the mere numbers
the most telling point about it; for the worse half
escaped--Livingston's Montreal 'patriots,' many of whom had done
very little fighting, Montgomery's time-expired New Yorkers, most of
whom wanted to go home, and Jerry Duggan's miscellaneous rabble, all
of whom wanted a maximum of plunder with a minimum of war.
The British victory was as nearly perfect as could have been
desired. It marked the turn of the tide in a desperate campaign
which might have resulted in the total loss of Canada. And it was of
the greatest significance and happiest augury because all the racial
elements of this new and vast domain had here united for the first
time in defense of that which was to be their common heritage. In
Carleton's little garrison of regulars and militia, of bluejackets,
marines, and merchant seamen, there were Frenchmen and French
Canadians, there were Englishmen, Irishmen, Scotsmen, Welshmen,
Orcadians, and Channel Islanders, there were a few Newfoundlanders,
and there mere a good many of those steadfast Royal Emigrants who
may be fitly called the forerunners of the United Empire Loyalists.
Yet, in spite of this remarkable significance, no public memorial of
Carleton has ever been set up; and it was only in the twentieth
century that the Dominion first thought of commemorating his most
pregnant victory by placing tablets to mark the sites of the two
famous barricades.
As soon as things had quieted down within the walls Carleton sent
out search-parties to bring in the dead for decent burial and to see
if any of the wounded had been overlooked. James Thompson, the
assistant engineer, saw a frozen hand protruding from a snowdrift at
Pres-de-Ville. It was Montgomery's. The thirteen bodies were dug out
and Thompson was ordered to have a 'genteel coffin made for Mr
Montgomery,' who was buried in the wall just above St Louis Gate by
the Anglican chaplain. Thompson kept Montgomery's sword, which was
given to the Livingston family more than a century later.
The beleaguerment continued, in a half-hearted way, till the spring.
The Americans received various small reinforcements, which
eventually brought their total up to what it had been under
Montgomery's command. But there were no more assaults. Arnold grew
dissatisfied and finally went to Montreal; while Wooster, the new
general, who arrived on the 1st of April, was himself succeeded by
Thomas, an ex-apothecary, on the 1st of May. The suburb of St Roch
was burnt down after the victory; so the American snipers were
bereft of some very favorite cover, and this, with other causes,
kept the bulk of the besiegers at an ineffective distance from the
walls.
The British garrison had certain little troubles of its own; for
discipline always tends to become irksome after a great effort.
Carleton was obliged to stop the retailing of spirits for fear the
slacker men would be getting out of hand. The guards and duties were
made as easy as possible, especially for the militia. But the
'snow-shovel parade' was an imperative necessity. The winter was
very stormy, and the drifts would have frequently covered the walls
and even the guns if they had not promptly been dug out. The cold
was also unusually severe. One early morning in January an angry
officer was asking a sentry why he hadn't challenged him, when the
sentry said, 'God bless your Honor! and I'm glad you're come, for
I'm blind!' Then it was found that his eyelids were frozen fast
together.
News came in occasionally from the outside world. There was intense
indignation among the garrison when they learned that the American
commanders in Montreal were imprisoning every Canadian officer who
would not surrender his commission. Such an unheard-of outrage was
worthy of Walker. But others must have thought of it; for Walker was
now in Philadelphia giving all the evidence he could against
Prescott and other British officers. Bad news for the rebels was
naturally welcomed, especially anything about their growing failure
to raise troops in Canada. On hearing of Montgomery's defeat the
Continental Congress had passed a resolution, addressed to the
'Inhabitants of Canada' declaring that 'we will never abandon you to
the unrelenting fury of your and our enemies.' But there were no
trained soldiers to back this up; and the raw militia, though often
filled with zeal and courage, could do nothing to redress the
increasingly adverse balance. In the middle of March the Americans
sent in a summons. But Carleton refused to receive it; and the
garrison put a wooden horse and a bundle of hay on the walls with a
placard bearing the inscription, 'When this horse has eaten this
bunch of hay we will surrender.' Some excellent practice made with
13-inch shells sent the Americans flying from their new battery at
Levis; and by the 17th of March one of the several exultant British
diarists, whose anonymity must have covered an Irish name, was able
to record that 'this, being St Patrick's Day, the Governor, who is a
true Hibernian, has requested the garrison to put off keeping it
till the 17th of May, when he promises, they shall be enabled to do
it properly, and with the usual solemnities.'
A fortnight later a plot concerted between the American prisoners
and their friends outside was discovered just in time. With tools
supplied by traitors they were to work their way out of their
quarters, overpower the guard at the nearest gate, set fire to the
nearest houses in three different streets, turn the nearest guns
inwards on the town, and shout 'Liberty for ever!' as an additional
signal to the storming-party that was to be waiting to confirm their
success. Carleton seized the chance of turning this scheme against
the enemy. Three safe bonfires were set ablaze. The marked guns were
turned inwards and fired at the town with blank charges. And the
preconcerted shout was raised with a will. But the besiegers never
stirred. After this the Old-Countrymen among the prisoners, who had
taken the oath and enlisted in the garrison, were disarmed and
confined, while the rest were more strictly watched.
Two brave attempts were made by French Canadians to reach Quebec
with reinforcements, one headed by a seigneur, the other by a parish
priest. Carleton had sent word to M. de Beaujeu, seigneur of Crane
Island, forty miles below Quebec, asking him to see if he could cut
off the American detachment on the Levis shore. De Beaujeu raised
three hundred and fifty men. But Arnold sent over reinforcements. A
habitant betrayed his fellow-countrymen's advance-guard. A dozen
French Canadians were then killed or wounded while forty were taken
prisoners; whereupon the rest dispersed to their homes. The other
attempt was made by Father Bailly, whose little force of about fifty
men was also betrayed. Entrapped in a country-house these men fought
bravely till nearly half their number had been killed or wounded and
the valiant priest had been mortally hit. They then surrendered to a
much stronger force which had lost more men than they.
This was on the 6th of April, just before Arnold was leaving in
disgust. Wooster made an effort to use his new artillery to
advantage by converging the fire of three batteries, one close in on
the Heights of Abraham, another from across the mouth of the St
Charles, and the third from Levis. But the combination failed: the
batteries were too light for the work and overmatched by the guns on
the walls, the practice was bad, and the effect was nil. On the 3rd
of May the new general, Thomas, an enterprising man, tried a
fireship, which was meant to destroy all the shipping in the Cul de
Sac. It came on, under full sail, in a very threatening manner. But
the crew lost their nerve at the critical moment, took to the boats
too soon, and forgot to lash the helm. The vessel immediately flew
up into the wind and, as the tidal stream was already changing,
began to drift away from the Cul de Sac just when she burst into
flame. The result, as described by an enthusiastic British diarist,
was that 'she affoard'd a very pretty prospect while she was
floating down the River, every now & then sending up Sky rackets,
firing of Cannon or bursting of Shells, & so continued till She
disappear'd in the Channell.'
Three days later, on the 6th of May, when the beleaguerment had
lasted precisely five months, the sound of distant gunfire came
faintly up the St Lawrence with the first breath of the dawn wind
from the east. The sentries listened to make sure; then called the
sergeants of the guards, who sent word to the officers on duty, who,
in their turn, sent word to Carleton. By this time there could be no
mistake. The breeze was freshening; the sound was gradually nearing
Quebec; and there could hardly be room for doubting that it came
from the vanguard of the British fleet. The drums beat to arms, the
church bells rang, the news flew round to every household in Quebec;
and before the tops of the Surprise frigate were seen over
the Point of Levy every battery was fully manned, every battalion
was standing ready on the Grand Parade, and every non-combatant man,
woman, and child was lining the seaward wall. The regulation shot
was fired across her bows as she neared the city; whereupon she
fired three guns to leeward, hoisted the private signal, and showed
the Union Jack. Then, at last, a cheer went up that told both friend
and foe of British victory and American defeat. By a strange
coincidence the parole for this triumphal day was St George, while
the parole appointed for the victorious New Year's Eve had been St
Denis; so that the patron saints of France and England happen to be
associated with the two great days on which the stronghold of Canada
was saved by land and sea.
The same tide brought in two other men-of-war. Some soldiers of the
29th, who were on board the Surprise, were immediately
landed, together with the marines from all three vessels. Carleton
called for volunteers from the militia to attack the Americans at
once; and nearly every man, both of the French- and of the
English-speaking corps, stepped forward. There was joy in every
heart that the day for striking back had come at last. The columns
marched gaily through the gates and deployed into line at the double
on the Heights outside. The Americans fired a few hurried shots and
then ran for dear life, leaving their dinners cooking, and, in some
cases, even their arms behind them. The Plains were covered with
flying enemies and strewn with every sort of impediment to flight,
from a cannon to a loaf of bread. Quebec had been saved by British
sea-power; and, with it, the whole vast dominion of which it was the
key.
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Father of British Canada, A Chronicle of Carleton, 1915
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