CHAPTER XVII.
CROWN POINT.
"Colonel, an army is approaching."
Ethan Allen at once thought that a regiment of English was about to tryand wrest the fort from him.
He was agreeably disappointed when he saw that the men were his ownGreen Mountain Boys, led by Seth Warner.
Warner had been doing good work in Vermont, and, finding itadvantageous to join his chief, he had marched his men to Ticonderoga.
A warm welcome was accorded the captain and his men, and Allen at oncegave the command of the operations against Crown Point to Seth Warner.
The fortifications at Crown Point were erected at a cost of ten milliondollars, and up to that time had never a shot been fired from them.
Trusting to the strength of the stone barracks and the extensiveearthworks, England had kept only a small force at the fort, and at thetime of the capture of Ticonderoga only a sergeant and twelve mencomposed the garrison.
Seth Warner was delighted at the honor conferred upon him by his chief.
Ethan Allen had a reason for keeping as strong a garrison atTiconderoga as possible, for he feared that Delaplace might try toescape and perhaps recapture the fort.
Arnold was surly. He thought that Allen had lost confidence in him,but Allen reasoned the matter with his Connecticut hero, and satisfiedhim that no insult was intended.
Crown Point is about eleven miles north of Ticonderoga. The townitself lies six miles away from the fort.
Seth Warner started on his march, his men highly elated at the prospectof winning renown.
When about halfway they were met by a man dressed in the garb of a monk.
He carried a crucifix and a long staff.
His hair was white, and a long beard, which reached nearly to hiswaist, was as white as driven snow.
Waving his staff above his head, he called to the soldiers to stop.
Warner had no great liking for monks, though he was honest enough torespect every man's religion.
"What is it you would have, good father?" asked Warner.
"In the name of the ever true and good, I crave your assistance, and,if you will grant it, I will give you my blessing, which is better thanrubies and more valuable than gold."
"In what way can we assist you, good father?"
"You are soldiers of liberty. Heaven will bless your swords, and youwill live to see the flag of the tyrant go down in the dust, and a flagof a free nation will float over a free people. I am not allowed tofight, or I would gird on a sword and smite me right and left until thefriends of the tyrant were all beneath the sod!"
"We thank you for your patriotic exhortation, but we have a mission tofulfill and we must not loiter."
"The mission is one which will not fail; I know that you have capturedthe strong fort at Ticonderoga, and that you will enter within thefortifications of Crown Point, but will you assist me?"
"What would you have us do?"
"To the east of you, one mile and one hundred yards, stands a house.It is a farmhouse. Its owner is no friend of the Provincials, and hasa captive whom he holds for ransom."
"A captive? Held for ransom? Explain yourself!"
"This farmer, fearing that the English might be driven out of thecountry and that he would lose his possessions, because he is a greatworker for the enemy, did find a young girl, who was related to one ofthe leaders of your holy cause, and he lured her into his house andholds her as a hostage. Should the Provincials take possession of hisfarm, he will kill the girl, so he says, and a man's word should bebelieved, and therefore I did make a vow to rescue this maiden from thegrasp of the ungodly and restore her to her friends."
"Where did you say the farm was?"
"Tarry not, I beseech you, but travel to the east one mile and onehundred yards, and you will come to a snake fence; cross the field andyou will see a house with a number of vines growing up its sides. Thenask for Farmer Mervale, and you have the man who dares to imprison oneof the maidens the Lord loves."
Warner consulted with his friends, and they agreed that it would bewell to rescue the maiden.
"You will go with us?" asked Warner.
"Nay, my duty lies in another direction."
The monk started away in an opposite direction to that which he haddirected the army to take, and was soon lost to sight.
Then the men began to discuss his appearance and story.
"I do not believe him," said one.
"Yet he is a religious man, and therefore his word should be believed."
"He may be a spy."
"But why should he direct us to the farm?"
"The English may be in ambush."
"Then we must go, for, being forewarned we are forearmed, and shallgain a victory."
This idea prevailed, and the Mountain Boys commenced their march to theeast.
When a mile had been traversed, as near as they could guess, Warnersent a scout forward to reconnoiter.
He returned quickly and said that there was no sign of an ambush, butthe snake fence was there and the vine-covered house also.
"Go forward, Letsom, and find out all you can about the farmer and hishousehold."
The man was an excellent fellow for such a purpose, though Seth Warnerexpressed a wish that Eben had been there, so that he might have gone.
Letsom returned an hour later.
"Farmer Mervale is a bitter Britisher," he reported, "and told me thatif any of the rebels came to his house he would know how to deal withthem. I asked him what he would do, and he replied that he would askthem to dine and would poison their soup."
"The villain!"
"He further said that every rebel, as he called us, should be shot likea rat."
"He is quite strong in his views."
"Yes, and one of his farm hands told me that a mad monk had been there,and it would be a wonder if he were alive on the morrow."
"A mad monk, said he?"
"Yes, those were his words--a mad monk."
"Boys, you have heard the report; shall we beard this Britisher in hishome and find out if any maiden is imprisoned by him?"
A loud shout of assent rose from the Mountain Boys, and almost beforeit died away the men were on the march.
Farmer Mervale was at the door, an old musket in his hand, waiting forthe "rebels."
"In the name of the king, what do you want here?"
Seth Warner answered:
"In the name of the Colonial Congress I demand the surrender of thishouse for the purpose of a search."
"Search! for what?"
"Guns, ammunition or anything that may be useful to the cause ofliberty."
"Thieves! Whoever passes this door will have to do it over my deadbody."
"Farmer Mervale, we mean you no harm if you are innocent, but if youare guilty then you must bear the punishment."
"Of what do you accuse me?"
Warner was about to equivocate and say that he believed arms weresecreted on the premises, but he was too open for subterfuge, so hereplied:
"We charge you with abducting and imprisoning a young maiden----"
"Ah! you have seen the mad monk?"
"Answer. Have you any maiden imprisoned on your premises?"
"If I had I should deny it, and if I have not I should still say thatyou are impertinent and a rebel who ought to be shot down."
The farmer had his weapon pointed at Warner and was about to shoot him,when his arm was knocked up from behind and the ball passed over hisintended victim's head.
Instantly the man was seized and bound.
The musket had been seized by the hired hand, who had been the cause ofthe farmer's intention being frustrated.
"If you will let me join you I will fight for the cause of liberty,"the man said, very earnestly.
"You must report to Col. Allen at Ticonderoga."
"I will go at once."
"Better stay with us and return when we do; we can vouch for your goodact."
The farmer cha
nged his tone when he was bound and therefore helpless.He cried out for mercy, declared that all he had said was in a jokingsense, and that he hoped the Provincials would win in their fightagainst England.
"You coward!" hissed Warner. "I have a great mind to shoot you as anexample and a warning to others."
"Spare me! I am old and----"
"Old? Why, man, you cannot be forty. Search the house!"
In a few minutes the searchers returned, leading Martha Baker, who wasalmost too weak to stand unsupported.
"Oh, Master Warner, I am so glad you came. I think I should have diedif I had stayed another day in this horrid house."
"Tell me your story, Martha."
"I was sent by my aunt to Farmer Mervale to arrange for an exchange ofeggs. You see, aunt had a lot of hen's eggs and Farmer Mervale had alot of duck's eggs, and the two wanted to exchange. When I reachedhere the farmer asked me my name, and then if I was any relation ofRemember Baker, and I told him that I was his sister. Then he asked meto go upstairs to help count the eggs. I did so, and the farmer toldme that he was going to keep me there, because if my brother attemptedto do anything to his brother, who was a soldier in Ticonderoga, hewould kill me. Then he tortured me by saying that he would poison somesoup and invite the rebels to dinner with him, and that when they hadall eaten heartily he would kill me before their eyes."
The farmer heard the girl's statement, and, instead of denying it,declared it was all a joke, which, perhaps, it was, but it was cruel,and the perpetrator of such a joke deserved punishment.
Warner ordered his men to strip the farmer to the waist and introducehim to the "birch dance," as summary punishment was called.
Fifty good, sharp strokes across the bare back with strong beechensticks made Farmer Mervale wish he had been less fond of joking andillegally imprisoning a girl.
Martha told how she had seen the monk, and had called to him throughthe open window, telling him how she had been served, and also askinghim to let the Mountain Boys know of her detention.
How well the eccentric monk had fulfilled his mission we have seen.
It was rather late in the afternoon when the strong fort at Crown Pointwas reached.
Seth Warner called to the sentinel who stood guard at the gate.
"Tell your commander that I must see him at once."
"I cannot leave my post."
"Spoken like a brave soldier. Surrender!"
"To whom?"
"To the army of the Continental Congress."
"I am a soldier of the king, and to no one else will I surrender mygun, except my superior so wills it."
"Brave soldier. I shall be under the necessity of taking the gun awayfrom you by force."
The man fired the musket in the air.
That was a signal for the garrison to assemble.
Seeing a hundred men with Warner, the sergeant quickly raised the whiteflag, and so, without the shedding of a drop of blood, two of thestrongest forts on Lake Champlain passed into the hands of the bravemen who were fighting for the liberty of their native land.
A garrison was left in charge of Crown Point, and then Warner marchedback to Ticonderoga.
Remember Baker was full of gratitude for the rescue of his sister, andwould have liked to meet Farmer Mervale at that hour, for the farmerhad got off too easily, he thought.