Montcalm and Wolfe — Chapter 29, Part 3
Murray, kindling at the sight, thought that so favorable a moment was not to be lost, and ordered an advance.
His line consisted of eight battalions, numbering a little above two thousand.
In the intervals between them the cannon were dragged through slush and mud by five hundred men; and, at a little distance behind, the remaining two battalions followed as a reserve.
The right flank was covered by Dalling's light infantry; the left by Hazen's company of rangers and a hundred volunteers under Major MacDonald.
They all moved forward till they were on nearly the same ground where Wolfe's army had been drawn up.
Then the cannon unlimbered, andopened on the French with such effect that Lévis, who was on horseback in the middle of the field, sent orders to the corpsof his left to fall back to the cover of the woods.
The movement caused some disorder.
Murray mistook it for retreat, and commanded a farther advance.
The whole British line, extending itself towards the right, pushed eagerly forward: in doing which it lost the advantage of the favorable position it had occupied; and the battalions of the right soon found themselves on low grounds, wading in half-melted snow, which in some parts was knee deep.
Here the cannon could no longer be worked with effect.
Just in front, a small brook ran along the hollow, through soft mud and saturated snowdrifts, then gurgled down the slope on the right, to lose itself in the meadows of the St. Charles.
A few rods before this brook stood the house and windmill of Dumont, occupied by five companies of French grenadiers.
The light infantry at once attacked them.
A furious struggle ensued, till at length the French gave way, and the victors dashed forward to follow up their advantage.
Their ardor cost them dear.
The corps on the French left, which had fallen back into the woods, now advanced again as the cannon ceased to play, rushing on without order but with the utmost impetuosity, led by a gallant old officer, Colonel Dalquier, of the battalion of Béarn.
A bullet in the body could not stop him.
The light infantry were overwhelmed;
and such of them as were left alive were driven back in confusion upon the battalions behind them, along the front of which they remained dispersed for some minutes, preventing the troops from firing on the advancing French, whothus had time to reform their ranks.
At length the light infantrygot themselves out of the way and retired to the rear, where, having lost nearly all their officers, they remained during the rest of the fight.
Another struggle followed for the house and mill of Dumont, of which the French again got possession, to be again driven out; and it remained, as if by mutual consent, unoccupied for some time by either party.
For above an hour more the fight was hot and fierce.
"We drove them back as long as we had ammunition for our cannon," says Sergeant Johnson; but now it failed, and no more was to be had, because, in the eccentric phrase of the sergeant, the tumbrils were "bogged in deep pits of snow."
While this was passing on the English right, it fared still worse with them on the left.
The advance of the line was no less disastrous here than there.
It brought the troops close to the woods which circled round to this point from the French rear, and from which the Canadians, covered by the trees, now poured on them a deadly fire.
Here, as on the right, Lévis had ordered his troops to fall back for a time; but when the fire of the English cannon ceased, they advanced again, and their artillery, though consisting of only three pieces, played its part with good effect.
Hazen's rangers and MacDonald's volunteers attacked and took the two adjacent blockhouses, but could not hold them.
Hazen was wounded, MacDonald killed, and their party overpowered.
The British battalions held their ground till the French, whose superior numbers enabled them to extend themselves on both sides beyond the English line, made a furious attack on the left wing, in front and flank.
The reserves were ordered up, and the troops stood for a time in sullen desperation under the storm of bullets; but they were dropping fast in the blood-stained snow, and the order came at length to fall back.
They obeyed with curses: "Damn it, what is falling back but retreating?"
[830] The right wing, also outflanked, followed the example of the left.
Some of the corps tried to drag off their cannon; but being prevented by the deep mud and snow they spiked the pieces and abandoned them.
The French followed close, hoping to cut off the fugitives from the gates of Quebec; till Lévis, seeing that the retreat, though precipitate, was not entirely without order, thought best to stop the pursuit.
[Footnote 830: Knox, II.
295. ] The fight lasted about two hours, and did credit to both sides.
The Canadians not only showed their usual address and courage when under cover of woods, but they also fought well in the open field; and the conduct of the whole French force proved how completely they had recovered from the panic of the last autumn.
From the first they were greatly superior in number, and at the middle and end of the affair, when they had all reached the field, they were more than two against one.
[831] The English, on the other hand, besides the opportunity of attacking before their enemies had completely formed, had a vastly superior artillery and a favorable position, both which advantages they lost after their second advance.
[Footnote 831: See Appendix K. ] Some curious anecdotes are told of the retreat.
Colonel Fraser, of the Highlanders, received a bullet which was no doubt half spent, and which, with excellent precision, hit the base of his queue, so deadening the shock that it gave him no other inconvenience than a stiff neck.
Captain Hazen, of the rangers, badly wounded, was making his way towards the gate, supported by his servant, when he saw at a great distance a French officer leading a file of men across a rising ground;
whereupon he stopped and told the servant to give him his gun.
A volunteer named Thompson, who was near by and who tells the story, thought that he was out of his senses; but Hazen persisted, seated himself on the ground, took a long aim, fired, and brought down his man.
Thompson congratulated him.
"A chance shot may kill the devil," replied Hazen; and resigning himself again to the arms of his attendant, he reached the town, recovered from his wound, and lived to be a general of the Revolution.
[832] [Footnote 832: Thompson, deceived by Hazen's baptismal name, Moses, thought that he was a Jew.
(_Revue Canadienne_, IV, 865. ) He was, however, of an old New England Puritan family.
See the Hazen genealogy in _Historic-Genealogical Register_, XXXIII.
] The English lost above a thousand, or more than a third of their whole number, killed, wounded, and missing.
[833] They carried off some of their wounded, but left others behind;
and the greater part of these were murdered, scalped, and mangled by the Indians, all of whom were converts from the mission villages.
English writers put the French loss at two thousand and upwards, which is no doubt a gross exaggeration.
Lévis declares that the number did not exceed six or eight hundred;
but afterwards gives a list which makes it eight hundred and thirty-three.
[Footnote 833: _Return of Killed, Wounded, and Missing_, signed J. Murray.
] Murray had left three or four hundred men to guard Quebec when the rest marched out; and adding them to those who had returned scathless from the fight, he now had about twenty-four hundred rank and file fit for duty.
Yet even the troops that were rated as effective were in so bad a condition that the hyperbolical Sergeant Johnson calls them "half-starved, scorbutic skeletons."
That worthy soldier, commonly a model of dutiful respect to those above him, this time so far forgets himself as to criticise his general for the "mad, enthusiastic zeal" by which he nearly lost the fruits of Wolfe's victory.
In fact, the fate of Quebec trembled in the balance.
"We were too few and weak to stand an assault," continues Johnson, "and we were almost in as deep a distress as we could be."
At first there was some drunkenness and some plundering of private houses; but Murray stopped the one by staving the rum-barrels of the sutlers, and the other by hanging the chief offender.
Within three days order, subordination, hope, and almost confidence were completely restored.
Not a man was idle.
The troops left their barracks and lay in tents close to their respective alarm posts.
On the open space by St. Louis Gate a crowd of convalescents were busy in filling sand-bags to strengthen the defences, while the sick and wounded in the hospitals made wadding for the cannon.
The ramparts were faced with fascines, of which a large stock had been provided in the autumn; _chevaux-de-frise_ were planted in exposed places; an outwork was built to protect St. Louis Gate; embrasures were cut along the whole length of the walls; and the French cannon captured when the town was taken were planted against their late owners.
Every man was tasked to the utmost of his strength; and the garrison, gaunt, worn, besmirched with mud, looked less like soldiers than like overworked laborers.
The conduct of the officers troubled the spirit of Sergeant Johnson.
It shocked his sense of the fitness of things to see them sharing the hard work of the private men, and he thus gives utterance to his feelings: "None but those who were present on the spot can imagine the grief of heart the soldiers felt to see their officers yoked in the harness, dragging up cannon from the Lower Town; to see gentlemen, who were set over them by His Majesty to command and keep them to their duty, working at the batteries with the barrow, pickaxe, and spade."
The effect, however, was admirable.
The spirit of the men rose to the crisis.
Murray, no less than his officers, had all their confidence; for if he had fallen into a fatal error, he atoned for it now by unconquerable resolution and exhaustless fertility of resource.
Deserters said that Lévis would assault the town; and the soldiers replied: "Let him come on;
he will catch a Tartar."
Lévis and his army were no less busy in digging trenches along the stony back of the Buttes-à-Neveu.
Every day the English fire grew hotter; till at last nearly a hundred and fifty cannon vomited iron upon them from the walls of Quebec, and May was well advanced before they could plant a single gun to reply.
Their vessels had landed artillery at the Anse du Foulon; but their best hope lay in the succors they daily expected from the river below.
In the autumn Lévis, with a view to his intended enterprise, had sent a request to Versailles that a ship laden with munitions and heavy siege-guns should be sent from France in time to meet him at Quebec in April; while he looked also for another ship, which had wintered at Gaspé, and which therefore might reach him as soon as navigation opened.
The arrival of these vessels would have made the position of the English doubly critical; and, on the other hand, should an English squadron appear first, Lévis would be forced to raise the siege.
Thus each side watched the river with an anxiety that grew constantly more intense; and the English presently descried signals along the shore which seemed to say that French ships were moving up the St. Lawrence.
Meantime, while doing their best to compass each other's destruction, neither side forgot the courtesies of war.
Lévis heard that Murray liked spruce-beer for his table, and sent him a flag of truce with a quantity of spruce-boughs and a message of compliment; Murray responded with a Cheshire cheese, and Lévis rejoined with a present of partridges.
Bad and scanty fare, excessive toil, and broken sleep were telling ominously on the strength of the garrison when, on the ninth of May, Murray, as he sat pondering over the fire at his quarters in St. Louis Street, was interrupted by an officer who came to tell him that there was a ship-of-war in the Basin beating up towards the town.
Murray started from his revery, and directed that British colors should be raised immediately on Cape Diamond.
[834] The halyards being out of order, a sailor climbed the staff and drew up the flag to its place.
The news had spread; men and officers, divided between hope and fear, crowded to the rampart by the Château, where Durham Terrace now overlooks the St. Lawrence, and every eye was strained on the approaching ship, eager to see whether she would show the red flag of England or the white one of France.
Slowly her colors rose to the mast-head and unfurled to the wind the red cross of St. George.
It was the British frigate "Lowestoffe."
She anchored before the Lower Town, and saluted the garrison with twenty-one guns.
"The gladness of the troops," says Knox, "is not to be expressed.
Both officers and soldiers mounted the parapet in the face of the enemy and huzzaed with their hats in the air for almost an hour.
The garrison, the enemy's camp, the bay, and circumjacent country resounded with our shouts and the thunder of our artillery;
for the gunners were so elated that they did nothing but load and fire for a considerable time.
In short, the general satisfaction is not to be conceived, except by a person who had suffered the extremities of a siege, and been destined, with his brave friends and countrymen, to the scalping-knives of a faithless conqueror and his barbarious allies."
The "Lowestoffe" brought news that a British squadron was at the mouth of the St. Lawrence, and would reach Quebec in a few days.
[Footnote 834: Thompson in _Revue Canadienne_, IV.
866. ] Lévis, in ignorance of this, still clung to the hope that French ships would arrive strong enough to overpower the unwelcome stranger.
His guns, being at last in position, presently opened fire upon a wall that was not built to bear the brunt of heavy shot; but an artillery better and more numerous than his own almost silenced them, and his gunners were harassed by repeated sallies.
The besiegers had now no real chance of success unless they could carry the place by storm, to which end they had provided abundant scaling-ladders as well as petards to burst in the gates.
They made, however, no attempt to use them.
A week passed, when, on the evening of the fifteenth, the ship of the line "Vanguard" and the frigate "Diana" sailed into the harbor; and on the next morning the "Diana" and the "Lowestoffe" passed the town to attack the French vessels in the river above.
These were six in all,--two frigates, two smaller armed ships, and two schooners; the whole under command of the gallant Vauquelin.
He did not belie his reputation; fought his ship with persistent bravery till his ammunition was spent, refused even then to strike his flag, and being made prisoner, was treated by his captors with distinguished honor.
The other vessels made little or no resistance.
One of them threw her guns overboard and escaped; the rest ran ashore and were burned.
The destruction of his vessels was a death-blow to the hopes of Lévis, for they contained his stores of food and ammunition.
He had passed the preceding night in great agitation;
and when the cannonade on the river ceased, he hastened to raise the siege.
In the evening deserters from hiscamp told Murray that the French were in full retreat; on which all the English batteries opened, firing at random through the darkness, and sending cannon-balls _en ricochet_, bowling by scores together, over the Plains of Abraham on the heels of the retiring enemy.
Murray marched out at dawn of day to fall upon their rear; but, with a hundred and fifty cannon bellowing behind them, they had made such speed that, though he pushed over the marsh to Old Lorette, he could not overtake them; they had already crossed the river of Cap-Rouge.
Why, with numbers still superior, they went off in such haste, it is hard to say.
They left behind them thirty-four cannon and six mortars, with petards, scaling-ladders, tents, ammunition, baggage, intrenching tools, many of their muskets, and all their sick and wounded.
The effort to recover Quebec did great honor to the enterprise of the French; but it availed them nothing, served only to waste resources that seemed already at the lowest ebb, and gave fresh opportunity of plunder to Cadet and his crew, who failed not to make use of it.
After the battle of Ste.
-Foy Murray sent the frigate "Racehorse" to Halifax with news of his defeat, and from Halifax it was sent to England.
The British public were taken by surprise.
"Who the deuce was thinking of Quebec?"
says Horace Walpole.
"America was like a book one has read and done with; but here we are on a sudden reading our book backwards."
Ten days passed, and then came word that the siege was raised and that the French were gone;
upon which Walpole wrote to General Conway: "Well, Quebec is come to life again.
Last night I went to see the Holdernesses.
I met my Lady in a triumphal car, drawn by a Manx horse, thirteen little fingers high, with Lady Emily.
Mr. Milbank was walking by himself in ovation after the car, and they were going to see the bonfire at the alehouse at the corner.
The whole procession returned with me; and from the Countess's dressing-room we saw a battery fired before the house, the mob crying, 'God bless the good news!'
These are all the particulars I know of the siege.
My Lord would have showed me the journal; but we amused ourselves much better in going to eat peaches from the new Dutch stoves [_hothouses_]."
NOTE: On the battle of Ste.
-Foy and the subsequent siege, Lévis, _Guerre du Canada.
Relation de la seconde Bataille de Québec et du Siége de cette Ville_ (there are several copies of this paper, with different titles and some variation).
_Murray to Amherst, 30 April, 1760_.
Murray, _Journal kept at Quebec from Sept.
18, 1759, to May 17, 1760_ (Public Record Office, _America and West Indies_, XCIX.
).
_Murray to Pitt, 25 May, 1760_.
_Letter from an Officer of the Royal Americans at Quebec, 24 May, 1760_ (in _London Magazine_ and several periodical papers of the time).
Fraser, _Journal_ (Quebec Hist.
Soc.
); Johnstone, _Campaign of 1760_ (Ibid.
).
_Relation de ce qui s'est passé au Siége de Québec, par une Religieuse de l'Hôpital Général_ (Ibid.
).
_Memoirs of the Siege of Quebec_, by Sergeant John Johnson.
_Mémoires sur le Canada, 1749-1760_.
Letters of Lévis, Bourlamaque, and Vaudreuil, May, June, 1760. Several letters from officers at Quebec in provincial newspapers.
Knox, II.
292-322. _Plan of the Battle and Situation of the British and French on the Heights of Abraham, the 28th of April, 1760_,--an admirable plan, attached to the great plan of operations at Quebec before mentioned, and necessary to an understanding of the position and movements of the two armies (British Museum, King's Maps).
The narratives of Mante, Entick, Wynne, Smith, and other secondary writers give no additional light.
On the force engaged on each side, see Appendix K. Chapter 30
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