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The Bravest of the Brave;
or, With Peterborough in Spain,
by G. A.  Henty.


My Dear Lads:

There are few great leaders whose lives and actions have so completely
fallen into oblivion as those of the Earl of Peterborough.  His
career as a general was a brief one, extending only over little more
than a year, and yet in that time he showed a genius for warfare
which has never been surpassed, and performed feats of daring worthy
of taking their place among those of the leaders of chivalry.

The fact that they have made so slight a mark upon history is due
to several reasons.  In the first place, they were overshadowed
by the glory and successes of Marlborough; they were performed in
a cause which could scarcely be said to be that of England, and in
which the public had a comparatively feeble interest; the object,
too, for which he fought was frustrated, and the war was an
unsuccessful one, although from no fault on his part.

But most of all, Lord Peterborough failed to attain that place in
the list of British worthies to which his genius and his bravery
should have raised him, because that genius was directed by no
steady aim or purpose.  Lord Peterborough is, indeed, one of the
most striking instances in history of genius and talent wasted, and
a life thrown away by want of fixed principle and by an inability
or unwillingness to work with other men.  He quarreled in turn with
every party and with almost every individual with whom he came in
contact; and while he himself was constantly changing his opinions,
he was intolerant of all opinions differing from those which he
at the moment held, and was always ready to express in the most
open and offensive manner his contempt and dislike for those who
differed from him.  His eccentricities were great; he was haughty
and arrogant, hasty and passionate; he denied his God, quarreled
with his king, and rendered himself utterly obnoxious to every
party in the state.

And yet there was a vast amount of good in this strange man.  He
was generous and warm hearted to a fault, kind to those in station
beneath him, thoughtful and considerate for his troops, who adored
him, cool in danger, sagacious in difficulties, and capable at
need of evincing a patience and calmness wholly at variance with
his ordinary impetuous character.  Although he did not scruple to
carry deception, in order to mislead an enemy, to a point vastly
beyond what is generally considered admissible in war, he was true
to his word and punctiliously honorable in the ordinary affairs of

For the historical events I have described, and for the details of
Peterborough's conduct and character, I have relied chiefly upon
the memoir of the earl written by Mr. C. Warburton, and published
some thirty years ago.


"He is an idle vagabond!" the mayor of the good town of Southampton
said, in high wrath--"a ne'er do well, and an insolent puppy;
and as to you, Mistress Alice, if I catch you exchanging words with
him again, ay, or nodding to him, or looking as if in any way you
were conscious of his presence, I will put you on bread and water,
and will send you away for six months to the care of my sister
Deborah, who will, I warrant me, bring you to your senses."

The Mayor of Southampton must have been very angry indeed when he
spoke in this way to his daughter Alice, who in most matters had
her own way. Especially did it show that he was angry, since he
so spoke in the presence of Mistress Anthony, his wife, who was
accustomed to have a by no means unimportant share in any decision
arrived at respecting family matters.

She was too wise a woman, however, to attempt to arrest the torrent
in full flood, especially as it was a matter on which her husband
had already shown a very unusual determination to have his own way.
She therefore continued to work in silence, and paid no attention
to the appealing glance which her daughter, a girl of fourteen, cast
toward her. But although she said nothing, her husband understood
in her silence an unuttered protest.

"It is no use your taking that scamp's part, Mary, in this matter.
I am determined to have my own way, and the townspeople know well
that when Richard Anthony makes up his mind, nothing will move

"I have had no opportunity to take his part, Richard," his wife
said quietly; "you have been storming without interruption since
you came in five minutes ago, and I have not uttered a single word."

"But you agree with me, Mary--you cannot but agree with me--that
it is nothing short of a scandal for the daughter of the Mayor of
Southampton to be talking to a penniless young rogue like that at
the garden gate."

"Alice should not have met him there," Mistress Anthony said;
"but seeing that she is only fourteen years old, and the boy only
sixteen, and he her second cousin, I do not see that the matter is
so very shocking."

"In four more years, Mistress Anthony," the mayor said profoundly,
"he will be twenty, and she will be eighteen."

"So I suppose, Richard; I am no great head at a figures, but even
I can reckon that. But as at present they are only fourteen and
sixteen, I repeat that I do not see that it matters--at least
not so very much. Alice, do you go to your room, and remain there
till I send for you."

The girl without a word rose and retired. In the reign of King
William the Third implicit obedience was expected of children.

"I think, Richard," Mrs. Anthony went on when the door closed behind
her daughter, "you are not acting quite with your usual wisdom in
treating this matter in so serious a light, and in putting ideas
into the girl's head which would probably never have entered there
otherwise. Of course Alice is fond of Jack. It is only natural
that she should be, seeing that he is her second cousin, and that
for two years they have lived together under this roof."

"I was a fool, Mistress Anthony," the mayor said angrily, "ever to
yield to your persuasions in that matter. It was unfortunate, of
course, that the boy's father, the husband of your Cousin Margaret,
should have been turned out of his living by the Sectarians,
as befell thousands of other clergymen besides him. It was still
more unfortunate that when King Charles returned he did not get
reinstated; but, after all, that was Margaret's business and not
mine; and if she was fool enough to marry a pauper, and he well nigh
old enough to be her father--well, as I say, it was no business
of mine."

"He was not a pauper, Richard, and you know it; and he made enough
by teaching to keep him and Margaret comfortably till he broke
down and died three years ago, and poor Margaret followed him to
the grave a year later. He was a good man--in every way a good

"Tut, tut! I am not saying he wasn't a good man. I am only saying
that, good or bad, it was no business of mine; and then nothing
will do but I must send for the boy and put him in my business. And
a nice mess he made of it--an idler, more careless apprentice,
no cloth merchant, especially one who stood well with his fellow
citizens, and who was on the highway to becoming mayor of his native
city, was ever crossed with."

"I think he was hardly as bad as that, Richard. I don't think you
were ever quite fair to the boy."

"Not fair, Mary! I am surprised at you. In what way was I not quite

"I don't think you meant to be unfair, Richard; but you see you
were a little--just a little--prejudiced against him from the
first; because, instead of jumping at your offer to apprentice him
to your trade, he said he should like to be a sailor."

"Quite enough to prejudice me, too, madam. Why, there are scores of
sons of respectable burgesses of this town who would jump at such
an offer; and here this penniless boy turns up his nose at it."

"It was foolish, no doubt, Richard; but you see the boy had been
reading the lives of admirals and navigators--he was full of life
and spirit--and I believe his father had consented to his going
to sea."

"Full of life and spirit, madam!" the mayor repeated more angrily
than before; "let me tell you it is these fellows who are full
of life and adventure who come to the gallows. Naturally I was
offended; but as I had given you my word I kept to it. Every man
in Southampton knows that the word of Richard Anthony is as good as
his bond. I bound him apprentice, and what comes of it? My foreman,
Andrew Carson, is knocked flat on his back in the middle of the

Mrs. Anthony bit her lips to prevent herself from smiling.

"We will not speak any more about that, Richard," she said; "because,
if we did, we should begin to argue. You know it is my opinion,
and always has been, that Carson deliberately set you against the
boy; that he was always telling you tales to his disadvantage;
and although I admit that the lad was very wrong to knock him down
when he struck him, I think, my dear, I should have done the same
had I been in his place."

"Then, madam," Mr. Anthony said solemnly, "you would have deserved
what happened to him--that you should be turned neck and crop
into the street."

Mrs. Anthony gave a determined nod of her head--a nod which
signified that she should have a voice on that point. However,
seeing that in her husband's present mood it was better to say no
more, she resumed her work.

While this conversation had been proceeding, Jack Stilwell, who
had fled hastily when surprised by the mayor as he was talking to
his daughter at the back gate of the garden, had made his way down
to the wharves, and there, seating himself upon a pile of wood,
had stared moodily at the tract of mud extending from his feet to
the strip of water far away. His position was indeed an unenviable
one. As Mrs. Anthony had said, his father was a clergyman of the
Church of England, the vicar of a snug living in Lincolnshire, but
he had been cast out when the Parliamentarians gained the upper
hand, and his living was handed over to a Sectarian preacher.
When, after years of poverty, King Charles came to the throne, the
dispossessed minister thought that as a matter of course he should
be restored to his living; but it was not so. As in hundreds of
other cases the new occupant conformed at once to the new laws,
and the Rev. Thomas Stilwell, having no friends or interest, was,
like many another clergyman, left out in the cold.

But by this time he had settled at Oxford--at which university he
had been educated--and was gaining a not uncomfortable livelihood
by teaching the sons of citizens. Late in life he married Margaret
Ullathorpe, who, still a young woman, had, during a visit to some
friends at Oxford, made his acquaintance. In spite of the disparity
of years the union was a happy one. One son was born to them, and
all had gone well until a sudden chill had been the cause of Mr.
Stilwell's death, his wife surviving him only one year. Her death
took place at Southampton, where she had moved after the loss of
her husband, having no further tie at Oxford, and a week later Jack
Stilwell found himself domiciled at the house of Mr. Anthony.

It was in vain that he represented to the cloth merchant that his
wishes lay toward a seafaring life, and that although his father
had wished him to go into the ministry, he had given way to his
entreaties. Mr. Anthony sharply pooh poohed the idea, and insisted
that it was nothing short of madness to dream of such a thing when
so excellent an opportunity of learning a respectable business was
open to him.

At any other time Jack would have resisted stoutly, and would have
run away and taken his chance rather than agree to the proposition;
but he was broken down by grief at his mother's death. Incapable of
making a struggle against the obstinacy of Mr. Anthony, and scarce
caring what became of himself, he signed the deed of apprenticeship
which made him for five years the slave of the cloth merchant. Not
that the latter intended to be anything but kind, and he sincerely
believed that he was acting for the good of the boy in taking him
as his apprentice; but as Jack recovered his spirits and energy, he
absolutely loathed the trade to which he was bound. Had it not been
for Mistress Anthony and Alice he would have braved the heavy pains
and penalties which in those days befell disobedient apprentices,
and would have run away to sea; but their constant kindness, and
the fact that his mother with her dying breath had charged him
to regard her cousin as standing in her place, prevented him from
carrying the idea which he often formed into effect.

In the shop his life was wretched. He was not stupid, as his master
asserted; for indeed in other matters he was bright and clever,
and his father had been well pleased with the progress he made with
his studies; but, in the first place; he hated his work, and, in
the second, every shortcoming and mistake was magnified and made
the most of by the foreman, Andrew Carson. This man had long looked
to be taken into partnership, and finally to succeed his master,
seeing that the latter had no sons, and he conceived a violent
jealousy of Jack Stilwell, in whose presence, as a prime favorite
of Mistress Anthony and of her daughter, he thought he foresaw an
overthrow of his plans.

He was not long in effecting a breach between the boy and his
master--for Jack's carelessness and inattention gave him plenty of
opportunities--and Mr. Anthony ere long viewed the boy's errors
as acts of willful disobedience. This state of things lasted for two
years until the climax came, when, as Mr. Anthony had said to his
wife, Jack, upon the foreman attempting to strike him, had knocked
the latter down in the shop.

Mr. Anthony's first impulse was to take his apprentice before
the justices and to demand condign punishment for such an act of
flagrant rebellion; but a moment's reflection told him that Jack,
at the end of his punishment, would return to his house, where
his wife would take his part as usual, and the quarrels which had
frequently arisen on his account would be more bitter than before.

It was far better to get rid of him at once, and he accordingly
ordered him from the shop, tore up his indenture before his eyes,
and bade him never let him see his face again. For the first few
hours Jack was delighted at his freedom. He spent the day down on
the wharves talking to the fishermen and sailors. There were no
foreign bound ships in the port, and he had no wish to ship on board
a coaster; he therefore resolved to wait until a vessel sailing
for foreign ports should leave.

He had no money; but a few hours after he left the shop Mrs.
Anthony's maid found him on the wharf, and gave him a letter from
her mistress. In this was inclosed a sum of money sufficient to
last him for some time, and an assurance that she did not share
her husband's anger against him.

"I have no doubt, my dear Jack," she said, "that in time I could
heal the breach and could arrange for you to come back again,
but I think perhaps it is better as it is. You would never make a
clothier, and I don't think you would ever become Mayor of Southampton.
I know what your wishes are, and I think that you had better follow
them out. Alice is heartbroken over the affair, but I assure her
that it will all turn out for the best. I cannot ask you to come
up to the house; but whenever you have settled on anything leave
a note with Dorothy for me, and I will come down with Alice to see
you and say goodby to you. I will see that you do not go without
a proper outfit."

It was to deliver this letter that Jack had gone up to the back
gate; and seeing Alice in the garden they had naturally fallen
into conversation at the gate, when the mayor, looking out from
the window of his warehouse, happened to see them, and went out in
the greatest wrath to put a stop to the conversation.

Jack had indeed found a ship; she had come in from Holland with
cloth and other merchandise, and was after she was discharged to
sail for the colonies with English goods. She would not leave the
port for some weeks; but he had seen the captain, who had agreed
to take him as ship's boy. Had the mayor been aware that his late
apprentice was on the point of leaving he would not have interfered
with his intention; but as he had peremptorily ordered that his
name was not to be mentioned before him, and as Mrs. Anthony had
no motive in approaching the forbidden subject, the mayor remained
in ignorance that Jack was about to depart on a distant voyage.

One day, on going down to the town hail, he found an official letter
waiting him; it was an order from government empowering justices
of the peace to impress such men as they thought fit, with the only
restriction that men entitled to vote for members of parliament were
exempted. This tremendous power had just been legalized by an act
of parliament. A more iniquitous act never disgraced our statutes,
for it enabled justices of the peace to spite any of their poorer
neighbors against whom they had a grudge, and to ship them off to
share in the hardships of Marlborough's campaign in Germany and
the Low Countries, or in the expedition now preparing for Spain.

At that time the army was held in the greatest dislike by the
English people. The nation had always been opposed to a standing
force, and it was only now that the necessities of the country
induced them to tolerate it. It was, however, recruited almost
entirely from reckless and desperate men. Criminals were allowed
to commute sentences of imprisonment for service in the army, and
the gates of the prisons were also opened to insolvent debtors
consenting to enlist. But all the efforts of the recruiting sergeants,
aided by such measures as these, proved insufficient to attract
a sufficient number of men to keep up the armies at the required

Pressing had always existed to a certain extent; but it had been
carried on secretly, and was regarded as illegal. Therefore, as
men must be had, the law giving justices the authority and power
to impress any men they might select, with the exception of those
who possessed a vote for members of parliament, was passed with
the approval of parties on both sides of the House of Commons.

There was indeed great need for men. England had allied herself with
Austria and Holland in opposition to France, the subject of dispute
being the succession to the crown of Spain, England's feelings in
the matter being further imbittered by the recognition by Louis
XIV of the Pretender as King of England. Therefore, although her
interests were not so deeply engaged in the question as to the
succession to the throne of Spain as were those of the continental
powers, she threw herself into the struggle with ardor.

The two claimants to the throne of Spain were the Archduke Charles,
second son of Leopold, Emperor of Austria, and Philip, Duke of
Anjou, a younger grandson of Louis. On the marriage of the French
king with Maria Theresa, the sister of Charles II of Spain, she
had formally renounced all claims to the succession, but the French
king had nevertheless continued from time to time to bring them
forward. Had these rights not been renounced Philip would have had
the best claim to the Spanish throne, the next of kin after him
being Charles of Austria.

During the later days of the King of Spain all Europe had looked on
with the most intense interest at the efforts which the respective
parties made for their candidates. Whichever might succeed to the
throne the balance of power would be destroyed; for either Austria
and Spain united, or France and Spain united, would be sufficient
to overawe the rest of the Continent. Louis XIV lulled the fears
of the Austrian party by suggesting a treaty of partition to the
Dutch states and William the Third of England.

By this treaty it was agreed that the Archduke Charles was to be
acknowledged successor to the crowns of Spain, the Indies, and the
Netherlands; while the dauphin, as the eldest son of Maria Theresa,
should receive the kingdom of Naples and Sicily, with the Spanish
province of Guipuscoa and the duchy of Milan, in compensation of
his abandonment of other claims. When the conditions of this treaty
became known they inspired natural indignation in the minds of the
people of the country which had thus been arbitrarily allotted,
and the dying Charles of Spain was infuriated by this conspiracy
to break up and divide his dominion. His jealousy of France would
have led him to select the Austrian claimant; but the emperor's
undisguised greed for a portion of the Spanish empire, and the
overbearing and unpleasant manner of the Austrian ambassador in
the Spanish court, drove him to listen to the overtures of Louis,
who had a powerful ally in Cardinal Portocarrero, Archbishop of
Toledo, whose influence was all powerful with the king. The cardinal
argued that the grandson of Maria Theresa could not be bound by
her renunciation, and also that it had only been made with a view
to keep separate the French and Spanish monarchies, and that if a
descendant of hers, other than the heir to the throne of France,
were chosen, this condition would be carried out.

Finally, he persuaded Charles, a month before his death, to sign
a will declaring Philip, Duke of Anjou, grandson of his brother in
law Louis XIV, sole heir of the Spanish empire. The will was kept
secret till the death of the king, and was then publicly proclaimed.
Louis accepted the bequest in favor of his grandson, and Philip
was declared king in Spain and her dependencies.

The greatest indignation was caused in England, Holland, and
the empire at this breach by the King of France of the treaty of
partition, of which he himself had been the author. England and
Holland were unprepared for war, and therefore bided their time,
but Austria at once commenced hostilities by directing large bodies
of troops, under Prince Eugene, into the duchy of Milan, and by
inciting the Neapolitans to revolt. The young king was at first
popular in Spain, but Cardinal Portocarrero, who exercised the
real power of the state, by his overbearing temper, his avarice,
and his shameless corruption, speedily alienated the people from
their monarch. Above all, the cardinal was supposed to be the tool
of the French king, and to represent the policy which had for its
object the dismemberment of the Spanish monarchy and the aggrandizement
of France.

That Louis had such designs was undoubted, and, if properly managed
and bribed, Portocarrero would have been a pliant instrument
in his hands; but the cardinal was soon estranged by the constant
interference by the French agents in his own measures of government,
and therefore turned against France that power of intrigue which
he had recently used in her favor. He pretended to be devoted to
France, and referred even the most minute details of government
to Paris for approbation, with the double view of disgusting Louis
with the government of Spain and of enraging the Spanish people at
the constant interference of Louis.

Philip, however, found a new and powerful ally in the hearts of
the people by his marriage with Maria Louisa, daughter of the Duke
of Savoy--a beautiful girl of fourteen years old, who rapidly
developed into a graceful and gifted woman, and became the darling
of the Spanish people, and whose intellect, firmness, and courage
guided and strengthened her weak but amiable husband. For a time the
power of Spain and France united overshadowed Europe, the trading
interests of England and Holland were assailed, and a French army
assembled close to the Flemish frontier.

The indignation of the Dutch overcame their fears, and they yielded
to the quiet efforts which King William was making, and combined
with England and Austria in a grand alliance against France, the
object of the combination being to exclude Louis from the Netherlands
and West Indies, and to prevent the union of the crowns of France
and Spain upon the same head. King William might not have obtained
from the English parliament a ratification of the alliance had
not Louis just at this moment acknowledged the son of the ex-king
James as king of England. This insult roused the spirit of the
English people, the House of Commons approved the triple alliance,
and voted large supplies. King William died just after seeing his
favorite project successful, and was succeeded by Queen Anne, who
continued his policy. The Austrian Archduke Charles was recognized
by the allies as King of Spain, and preparation made for war.

An English army was landed near Cadiz; but the Spaniards showed
no signs of rising in favor of Charles, and, after bringing great
discredit on themselves and exciting the animosity of the Spaniards
by gross misconduct, the English army embarked again. Some treasure
ships were captured, and others sunk in the harbor of Vigo, but the
fleet was no more effective than the army. Admiral Sir John Munden
was cashiered for treachery or cowardice on the coast of Spain, and
four captains of vessels in the gallant Benbow's West India fleet
were either dismissed or shot for refusing to meet the enemy and
for abandoning their chief.

In 1703 little was done in the way of fighting, but the allies
received an important addition of strength by the accession of
Portugal to their ranks. In 1704 the allies made an attempt upon
the important city of Barcelona. It was believed that the Catalans
would have declared for Charles; but the plot by which the town
was to be given up to him was discovered on the eve of execution,
and the English force re-embarked on their ships. Their success
was still less on the side of Portugal, where the Duke of Berwick,
who was in command of the forces of King Philip, defeated the English
and Dutch under the Duke of Schomberg and captured many towns.

The Portuguese rendered the allies but slight assistance. These
reverses were, however, balanced by the capture of Gibraltar on
the 21st of June by the fleet under Sir George Rooke, and a small
land force under Prince George of Hesse. Schomberg was recalled
and Lord Galway took the command; but he succeeded no better than
his predecessor, and affairs looked but badly for the allies, when
the Duke of Marlborough, with the English and allied troops in
Germany, inflicted the first great check upon the power and ambition
of Louis XIV by the splendid victory of Blenheim.

This defeat of the French had a disastrous effect upon the fortunes
of Philip. He could no longer hope for help from his grandfather,
for Louis was now called upon to muster his whole strength on his
eastern frontier for the defense of his own dominion, and Philip
was forced to depend upon his partisans in Spain only. The partisans
of Charles at once took heart. The Catalans had never been warm in
the cause of Philip; the crowns of Castile, Arragon, and Catalonia
had only recently been united, and dangerous jealousy existed between
these provinces. The Castilians were devoted adherents of Philip,
and this in itself was sufficient to set Catalonia and Arragon
against him.

The English government had been informed of this growing discontent
in the north of Spain, and sent out an emissary to inquire into
the truth of the statement. As his report confirmed all that they
had heard, it was decided in the spring of 1705 to send out an
expedition which was to effect a landing in Catalonia, and would,
it was hoped, be joined by all the people of that province and
Arragon. By the efforts and patronage of the Duchess of Marlborough,
who was all powerful with Queen Anne, the Earl of Peterborough was
named to the command of the expedition.

The choice certainly appeared a singular one, for hitherto the
earl had done nothing which would entitle him to so distinguished
a position. Charles Mordaunt was the eldest son of John Lord Mordaunt,
Viscount Avalon, a brave and daring cavalier, who had fought heart
and soul for Charles, and had been tried by Cromwell for treason,
and narrowly escaped execution. On the restoration, as a reward for
his risk of life and fortune, and for his loyalty and ability, he
was raised to the peerage.

His son Charles inherited none of his father's steadfastness.
Brought up in the profligate court of Charles the Second he became
an atheist, a scoffer at morality, and a republican. At the same time
he had many redeeming points. He was brilliant, witty, energetic,
and brave. He was generous and strictly honorable to his word. He
was filled with a burning desire for adventure, and, at the close
of 1674, when in his seventeenth year, he embarked in Admiral
Torrington's ship, and proceeded to join as a volunteer Sir John
Narborough's fleet in the Mediterranean, in order to take part in
the expedition to restrain and revenge the piratical depredations
of the barbarous states of Tripoli and Algiers.

He distinguished himself on the 14th of January, 1675, in an attack
by the boats of the fleet upon four corsair men o' war moored under
the very guns of the castle and fort of Tripoli. The exploit was a
successful one, the ships were all burned, and most of their crews
slain. Another encounter with the fleet of Tripoli took place in
February, when the pirates were again defeated, and the bey forced
to grant all the English demands.

In 1677 the fleet returned to England, and with it Mordaunt, who
had during his absence succeeded to his father's title and estates,
John Lord Mordaunt having died on the 5th of June, 1675. Shortly
after his return to England Lord Mordaunt, though still but twenty
years old, married a daughter of Sir Alexander Fraser. But his
spirit was altogether unsuited to the quiet enjoyment of domestic
life, and at the end of September, 1678, he went out as a volunteer
in his majesty's ship Bristol, which was on the point of sailing
for the Mediterranean to take part in an expedition fitting out
for the relief of Tangier, then besieged by the Moors. Nothing,
however, came of the expedition, and Mordaunt returned to England
in the autumn of 1679.

In June, 1680, he again sailed for Tangier with a small expedition
commanded by the Earl of Plymouth. The expedition succeeded in throwing
themselves into the besieged town, and continued the defense with
vigor, and Mordaunt again distinguished himself; but he soon wearied
of the monotony of a long siege, and before the end of the year found
opportunity to return to England, where he plunged into politics
and became one of the leaders of the party formed to exclude the
Duke of York from the throne.

Although a close friend of Lord Russell and Algernon Sidney he had
fortunately for himself not been admitted to the fatal privilege
of their private councils, and therefore escaped the fate which
befell them. He continued his friendship with them to the last,
and accompanied Algernon Sidney to the scaffold. But even while
throwing himself heart and soul into politics he was continually
indulging in wild freaks which rendered him the talk of the town.

On the accession of King James he made his first speech in the
House of Peers against a standing army, and distinguished himself
alike by the eloquence and violence of his language. He was now
under the displeasure of the court, and his profuse generosity had
brought him into pecuniary trouble. In 1686, therefore, he quitted
England with the professed intention of accepting a command in the
Dutch fleet then about to sail for the West Indies, When he arrived
in Holland, however, he presented himself immediately to the Prince
of Orange, and first among the British nobility boldly proposed to
William an immediate invasion of England. He pushed his arguments
with fiery zeal, urged the disaffection of all classes, the hatred
of the Commons, the defection of the Lords, the alarm of the Church,
and the wavering loyalty of the army.

William, however, was already informed of these facts, and was not
to be hurried. Mordaunt remained with him till, on the 20th of
October, 1688, he sailed for England. The first commission that King
William signed in England was the appointment of Lord Mordaunt as
lieutenant colonel of horse, and raising a regiment he rendered
good service at Exeter. As soon as the revolution was completed,
and William and Mary ascended the throne, Mordaunt was made a privy
councilor and one of the lords of the bedchamber, and in April,
1689, he was made first commissioner of the treasury, and advanced
to the dignity of Earl of Monmouth. In addition to the other offices
to which he was appointed he was given the colonelcy of the regiment
of horse guards.

His conduct in office showed in brilliant contrast to that of the
men with whom he was placed. He alone was free from the slightest
suspicion of corruption and venality, and he speedily made enemies
among his colleagues by the open contempt which he manifested for
their gross corruption.

Although he had taken so prominent a part in bringing King William
to England, Monmouth soon became mixed up in all sorts of intrigues
and plots. He was already tired of the reign of the Dutch king,
and longed for a commonwealth. He was constantly quarreling with
his colleagues, and whenever there was a debate in the House of
Lords Monmouth took a prominent part on the side of the minority.
In 1692 he went out with his regiment of horse guards to Holland,
and fought bravely at the battle of Steenkirk. The campaign was a
failure, and in October he returned to England with the king.

For two years after this he lived quietly, devoting his principal
attention to his garden and the society of wits and men of letters.
Then he again appeared in parliament, and took a leading part in
the movement in opposition to the crown, and inveighed in bitter
terms against the bribery of persons in power by the East India
Company, and the venality of many members of parliament and even
the ministry. His relations with the king were now of the coldest
kind, and he became mixed up in a Jacobite plot. How far he was
guilty in the matter was never proved. Public opinion certainly
condemned him, and by a vote of the peers he was deprived of all
his employments and sent to the Tower. The king, however, stood
his friend, and released him at the end of the session.

In 1697, by the death of his uncle, Charles became Earl
of Peterborough, and passed the next four years in private life,
emerging only occasionally to go down to the House of Peers and
make fiery onslaughts upon abuses and corruption. In the course of
these years, both in parliament and at court, he had been sometimes
the friend, sometimes the opponent of Marlborough; but he had the
good fortune to be a favorite of the duchess, and when the time came
that a leader was required for the proposed expedition to Spain,
she exerted herself so effectually that she procured his nomination.

Hitherto his life had been a strange one. Indolent and energetic
by turns, restless and intriguing, quarreling with all with whom
he came in contact, burning with righteous indignation against
corruption and misdoing, generous to a point which crippled his
finances seriously, he was a puzzle to all who knew him, and had he
died at this time he would only have left behind him the reputation
of being one of the most brilliant, gifted, and honest, but at the
same time one of the most unstable, eccentric, and ill regulated
spirits of his time.


When the Mayor of Southampton opened the official document empowering
and requesting him to obtain recruits for the queen's service he
was not greatly pleased. This sort of thing would give a good deal
of trouble, and would assuredly not add to his popularity. He saw
at once that he would be able to oblige many of his friends by
getting rid of people troublesome to them, but with this exception
where was he to find the recruits the queen required? There were,
of course, a few never do wells in the town who could be packed
off, to the general satisfaction of the inhabitants, but beyond
this every one taken would have friends and relations who would
cry out and protest.

It was likely to be a troublesome business, and the mayor threw
down the paper on the table before him. Then suddenly his expression
changed. He had been thinking of obliging his friends by sending
off persons troublesome to them, but he had not thought of his own
case. Here was the very thing; he would send off this troublesome
lad to fight for the queen; and whether he went to the Low Countries
under Marlborough, or to Spain with this new expedition which was
being prepared, it was very unlikely that he would ever return to
trouble him.

He was only sixteen, indeed, but he was strong and well grown, and
much fitter for service than many of those who would be sent. If
the young fellow stopped here he would always be a trouble, and
a bone of contention between himself and his wife. Besides, for
Alice's sake, it was clearly his duty to get the fellow out of the
way. Girls, Mr. Anthony considered, were always falling in love
with the very last people in the world with whom they should do so,
and out of sheer contrariety it was more than possible that Alice
might take a fancy for this penniless vagabond, and if she did Mrs.
Anthony was fool enough to support her in her folly.

Of course there would be trouble with his wife when she found what
had happened to the lad--for the mayor did not deceive himself
for a moment by the thought that he would be able to conceal from
his wife the cause of Jack's absence; he was too well aware of
Mrs. Anthony's power of investigation. Still, after it was done it
could not be undone, and it was better to have one domestic storm
than a continuation of foul weather.

Calling in his clerk the mayor read over to him the order he had
received, and bade him turn to the court book and make out a list
of the names of forty young men who had been charged before him
with offenses of drunkenness, assault, battery and rioting.

"When you have made up the list, Johnson, you will go round to the
aldermen and inform them of the order that I have received from
the government, and you can tell them that if there are any persons
they know of whom they consider that Southampton would be well rid,
if they will send the names to me I will add them to the list. Bid
them not to choose married men, if it can be avoided, for the town
would be burdened with the support of their wives and families.
Another ten names will do. The letter which accompanies the order
says that from my well known zeal and loyalty it is doubted not
that Southampton will furnish a hundred men, but if I begin with
fifty that will be well enough, and we can pick out the others at
our leisure."

By the afternoon the list was filled up. One of the aldermen had
inserted the name of a troublesome nephew, another that of a foreman
with whom he had had a dispute about wages, and who had threatened
to proceed against him in the court. Some of the names were inserted
from mere petty spite; but with scarce an exception the aldermen
responded to the invitation of the mayor, and placed on the list
the name of some one whom they, or Southampton, would be the better

When the list was completed the mayor struck out one of the first
names inserted by his clerk and inserted that of John Stilwell in
its place. His instructions were that he was to notify to an officer,
who would arrive with a company of soldiers on the following day,
the names of those whom he deemed suitable for the queen's service.
The officer after taking them was to embark them on board one of
the queen's cutters, which would come round from Portsmouth for
the purpose, and would convey them to Dover, where a camp was being
formed and the troops assembling.

Upon the following day the company marched into the town, and the
officer in command, having seen his men billeted among the citizens,
called upon the mayor.

"Well, Mr. Mayor," he said, "I hope you have a good list of recruits
for me. I don't want to be waiting here, for I have to go on a
similar errand to other towns. It is not a job I like, I can tell
you, but it is not for me to question orders."

"I have a list of fifty men, all active and hearty fellows, who
will make good soldiers," the mayor said.

"And of whom, no doubt, Southampton will be well rid," the officer
said with a laugh. "Truly, I pity the Earl of Peterborough, for
he will have as rough a body of soldiers as ever marched to war.
However, it is usually the case that the sort of men who give
trouble at home are just those who, when the time comes, make the
best fighters. I would rather have half a dozen of your reckless
blades, when the pinch comes, than a score of honest plowboys. How
do you propose that I shall take them?"

"That I will leave entirely to you," the mayor said; "here is a
list of the houses where they lodge. I will place the town watch
at your disposal to show you the way and to point out the men to

"That will be all I shall require," the officer said; "but you can
give me a list of those who are most likely to give trouble. These
I will pounce upon and get on board ship first of all. When they
are secured I will tell my men off in parties, each with one of
your constables to point out the men, and we will pick them up so
many every evening. It is better not to break into houses and seize
them; for, although we are acting legally and under the authority
of act of parliament, it is always as well to avoid giving cause
of complaint, which might tend to excite a feeling against the war
and make the government unpopular, and which, moreover, might do
you harm with the good citizens, and do me harm with those above
me. I am sure you agree with me."

"Quite so, quite so," the mayor said hastily; "you speak very
prudently and well, sir. I hope you will honor me by taking up your
abode in my house during your stay here; but may I ask you not to
allow my wife, who is inquisitive by nature, to see the list with
which I furnish you? Women are ever meddling in matters which
concern them not."

"I understand," the officer said with a wink, "there are names on
the list of which your wife would not approve. I have known the
same thing happen before. But never fear, the list shall be kept
safe; and, indeed, it were better that nothing were said of my
business in the town, for if this get abroad, some of those whose
conscience may tell them that they will be likely to be chosen for
service might very well slip off and be out of the way until they
hear that I and my men have left."

Two days later, when, as the evening was falling, Jack Stilwell was
walking up from the wharf, where he had been watching the unlading
of the vessel in which he was to sail, he came upon a group of
four or five soldiers standing at a corner. Then a voice, which he
recognized as that of the foreman, Richard Carson, said:

"That is your man, officer;" and the soldiers made a sudden rush
upon him.

Taken by surprise he nevertheless struggled desperately, but a heavy
blow with a staff fell on the back of his head, and for a time he
knew nothing more. When he recovered his consciousness he was lying
almost in complete darkness, but by the faint gleam of the lantern
he discovered that he was in the hold of a ship. Several other
men were sitting or laying near him. Some of them were cursing and
swearing, others were stanching the blood which flowed from various
cuts and gashes.

"What does all this mean ?" he asked as he somewhat recovered

"It means," said one, "that we are pressed to serve as soldiers.
I made a fight for it, and just as they had got the handcuffs on
some citizens came up and asked what was doing, and the sergeant
said, 'It is quite legal. We hold the mayor's warrant to impress
this man for service in the army; there is a constable here who
will tell you we are acting on authority, and if any interfere it
will be worse for them.'"

Jack heard the news in silence. So, he had been pressed by a warrant
of the mayor, he was the victim of the spite of his late employer.
But his thoughts soon turned from this by the consciousness that
his shirt and clothes were soaked with blood, and putting his hand
to the back of his head he found a great lump from which the blood
was still slowly flowing. Taking off his neck handkerchief he bound
it round his head and then lay down again. He tried to think, but
his brain was weak and confused, and he presently fell into a sound
sleep, from which he was not aroused by the arrival of another
batch of prisoners.

It was morning when he awoke, and he found that he had now nearly
twenty companions in captivity. Some were walking up and down like
caged animals, others were loudly bewailing their fate, some sat
moody and silent, while some bawled out threats of vengeance against
those they considered responsible for their captivity. A sentry
with a shouldered musket was standing at the foot of the steps,
and from time to time some sailors passed up and down. Jack went
up to one of these.

"Mate," he said, "could you let us have a few buckets of water
down here? In the first place we are parched with thirst, and in
the second we may as well try to get off some of the blood which,
from a good many of us, has been let out pretty freely."

"Well, you seem a reasonable sort of chap," the sailor said, "and
to take things coolly. That's the way, my lad; when the king, or
the queen now--it's all the same thing--has once got his hand
on you it's of no use kicking against it. I have been pressed twice
myself, so I know how you feel. Here, mates," he said to two of
the other sailors, "lend a hand and get a bucket of fresh water and
a pannikin, and half a dozen buckets of salt water, and let these
lads have a drink and a wash."

It was soon done. The prisoners were all glad of the drink, but
few cared to trouble about washing. Jack, however, took possession
of a bucket, stripped to the waist, and had a good wash. The salt
water made his wound smart, but he continued for half an hour
bathing it, and at the end of that time felt vastly fresher and
better. Then he soaked his shirt in the water, and as far as possible
removed the broad stains of blood which stiffened it. Then he wrung
it out and hung it up to dry, and, putting on his coat, sat down
and thought matters over.

He had never had the idea of entering the army, for the measures
taken to fill the ranks rendered the military service distasteful
in the extreme to the English people. Since the days of Agincourt
the English army had never gained any brilliant successes abroad,
and there was consequently none of that national pride which now
exists in its bravery and glorious history.

Still, Jack reflected, it did not make much difference to him
whether he became a soldier or a sailor. He had longed to see the
world, to share in deeds of adventure, and, above all, to escape
from the dreary drudgery of the clothier's shop. These objects
would be attained as well in the army as in the navy; and, indeed,
now that he thought of it, he preferred the active service which
he would see under Marlborough or Peterborough to the monotony
of a long sea voyage. At any rate, it was clear that remonstrance
or resistance were vain. He as well as others were aware of the
law which had just been passed, giving magistrates the power of
impressing soldiers for the service, and he felt, therefore, that
although his impressment had no doubt been dictated by the private
desire of the mayor to get him out of the way, it was yet strictly
legal, and that it would be useless his making any protest against
it. He resolved, therefore, to make the best of things, and to
endeavor to win the goodwill of his officers by prompt and cheerful
acquiescence in the inevitable.

Presently some sailors brought down a tray with a number of hunks
of black bread, a large pot filled with a sort of broth, and a score
of earthenware mugs. Jack at once dipped one of the mugs into the
pot, and, taking a hunk of bread, sat down to his breakfast. A few
others followed his example, but most of them were too angry or
too dispirited to care about eating; and, indeed, it seemed to them
that their refusal to partake of the meal was a sort of protest
against their captivity.

Half an hour afterward the sailors removed the food; and many of
those who had refused to touch it soon regretted bitterly that they
had not done so, for as the time went on hunger began to make itself
felt. It was evening before the next meal, consisting of black
bread and a great piece of salt beef, was brought down. This time
there were no abstentions. As the evening wore on fresh batches
of prisoners were brought in, until, by midnight, the number was
raised to fifty. Many of them had been seriously knocked about in
their capture, and Jack, who had persuaded his friend the sailor
to bring down three or four more buckets of salt water, did his
best, by bathing and bandaging their wounds, to put them at their

In the morning he could see who were his companions in misfortune.
Many of them he knew by sight as loafers on the wharves and
as troublesome or riotous characters. Three or four were men of
different type. There were two or three respectable mechanics--
men who had had, at various times, drawn upon them the dislikes of
the great men of the town by insisting on their rights; and there
were two idle young fellows of a higher class, who had vexed their
friends beyond endurance.

Presently the officer in charge of the recruiting party, who had
now come on board, came down into the hold. He was at once assailed
with a storm of curses and angry remonstrances.

"Look here, my lads," he said, raising his hand for silence, "it is
of no use your going on like this, and I warn you that the sooner
you make up your minds that you have got to serve her majesty the
better for you, because that you have got to do it is certain. You
have all been impressed according to act of parliament, and there
is no getting out of it. It's your own fault that you got those
hard knocks that I see the marks of, and you will get more if you
give any more trouble. Now, those who choose to agree at once to
serve her majesty can come on deck."

Jack at once stepped forward.

"I am ready to serve, sir," he said.

"That's right," the officer replied heartily; "you are a lad of
spirit, I can see, and will make a good soldier. You look young
yet, but that's all in your favor; you will be a sergeant at an age
when others are learning their recruit drill. Now, who's the next?"

Some half dozen of the others followed Jack's example, but the rest
were still too sore and angry to be willing to do anything voluntarily.

Jack leaped lightly up on deck and looked round; the cutter was
already under weigh, and with a gentle breeze was running along
the smooth surface of Southampton waters; the ivy covered ruins of
Netley Abbey were abreast of them, and behind was the shipping of
the port.

"Well, young un," an old sergeant said, "so I suppose you have
agreed to serve the queen?"

"As her majesty was so pressing," Jack replied with a smile, "you
see I had no choice in the matter."

"That's right," the sergeant said kindly; "always keep up your
spirits, lad. Care killed a cat, you know. You are one of the right
sort, I can see, but you are young to be pressed. How old are you?"

"Sixteen," Jack replied.

"Then they had no right to take you," the sergeant said; "seventeen's
the earliest age, and as a rule soldiers ain't much good till they
are past twenty. You would have a right to get off if you could prove
your age; but of course you could not do that without witnesses or
papers, and it's an old game for recruits who look young to try to
pass as under age."

"I shan't try," Jack answered; "I have made up my mind to it now,
and there's an end to it. But why ain't soldiers any good till they
are past twenty, sergeant? As far as I can see, boys are just as
brave as men."

"Just as brave, my lad, and when it comes to fighting the young
soldier is very often every bit as good as the old one; but they
can't stand fatigue and hardship like old soldiers. A boy will
start out on as long a walk as a man can take, but he can't keep
it up day after day. When it comes to long marches, to sleeping on
the ground in the wet, bad food, and fever from the marshes, the
young soldier breaks down, the hospital gets full of boys, and they
just die off like flies, while the older men pull through."

"You are a Job's comforter, I must say," Jack said with a laugh;
"but I must hope that I shan't have long marches, and bad food,
and damp weather, and marsh fever till I get a bit older."

"I don't want to discourage you," the sergeant remarked, "and you
know there are young soldiers and young soldiers. There are the
weedy, narrow chested chaps as seems to be made special for filling
a grave; and there is the sturdy, hardy young chap, whose good
health and good spirits carries him through. That's your sort, I
reckon. Good spirits is the best medicine in the world; it's worth
all the doctors and apothecaries in the army. But how did you come
to be pressed? it's generally the ne'er do well and idle who get
picked out as food for powder. That doesn't look your sort, or I'm

"I hope not," Jack said. "I am here because I am a sort of cousin
of the Mayor of Southampton. He wanted me to serve in his shop. I
stood it for a time, but I hated it, and at last I had a row with his
foreman and knocked him down, so I was kicked out into the streets;
and I suppose he didn't like seeing me about, and so took this
means of getting rid of me. He needn't have been in such a hurry,
for if he had waited a few days I should have gone, for I had
shipped as a boy on board of a ship about to sail for the colonies."

"In that case, my lad, you have no reason for ill will against this
precious relation of yours, for he has done you a good turn while
meaning to do you a bad un. The life of a boy on board a ship
isn't one to be envied, I can tell you; he is at every one's beck
and call, and gets more kicks than halfpence. Besides, what comes
of it? You get to be a sailor, and, as far as I can see, the life
of a sailor is the life of a dog. Look at the place where he sleeps
--why, it ain't as good as a decent kennel. Look at his food--
salt meat as hard as a stone, and rotten biscuit that a decent dog
would turn up his nose at; his time is never his own--wet or dry,
storm or calm, he's got to work when he's told. And what's he got
to look forward to? A spree on shore when his voyage is done, and
then to work again. Why, my lad, a soldier's life is a gentleman's
life in comparison. Once you have learned your drill and know your
duty you have an easy time of it. Most of your time's your own.
When you are on a campaign you eat, drink, and are jolly at other
folks' expense; and if you do get wet when you are on duty, you
can generally manage to turn in dry when you are relieved. It's not
a bad life, my boy, I can tell you; and if you do your duty well,
and you are steady, and civil, and smart, you are sure to get your
stripes, especially if you can read and write, as I suppose you

Jack nodded with a half smile.

"In that case," the sergeant said, "you may even in time get to
be an officer. I can't read nor write--not one in twenty can--
but those as can, of course, has a better chance of promotion if
they distinguish themselves. I should have got it last year in the
Low Country, and Marlborough himself said, 'Well done!' when I,
with ten rank and file, held a bridge across a canal for half an
hour against a company of French. He sent for me after it was over,
but when he found I couldn't read or write he couldn't promote
me; but he gave me a purse of twenty guineas, and I don't know but
what that suited me better, for I am a deal more comfortable as
a sergeant than I should have been as an officer; but you see, if
you had been in my place up you would have gone."

The wind fell in the afternoon, and the cutter dropped her anchor
as the tide was running against her. At night Jack Stilwell and the
others who had accepted their fate slept with the troops on board
instead of returning to rejoin their companions in the hold. Jack
was extremely glad of the change, as there was air and ventilation,
whereas in the hold the atmosphere had been close and oppressive.
He was the more glad next morning when he found that the wind,
which had sprung up soon after midnight, was freshening fast, and
was, as one of the sailors said, likely to blow hard before long.
The cutter was already beginning to feel the effect of the rising
sea, and toward the afternoon was pitching in a lively way and
taking the sea over her bows.

"You seem to enjoy it, young un," the sergeant said as Jack, holding
on by a shroud, was facing the wind regardless of the showers of spray
which flew over him. "Half our company are down with seasickness,
and as for those chaps down in the fore hold they must be having
a bad time of it, for I can hear them groaning and cursing through
the bulkhead. The hatchway has been battened down for the last
three hours."

"I enjoy it," Jack said; "whenever I got a holiday at Southampton
I used to go out sailing. I knew most of the fishermen there; they
were always ready to take me with them as an extra hand. When do
you think we shall get to Dover?"

"She is walking along fast," the sergeant said; "we shall be there
tomorrow morning. We might be there before, but the sailors say that
the skipper is not likely to run in before daylight, and before it
gets dark he will shorten sail so as not to get there before."

The wind increased until it was blowing a gale; but the cutter was
a good sea boat, and being in light trim made good weather of it.
However, even Jack was pleased when he felt a sudden change in
the motion of the vessel, and knew that she was running into Dover

Morning was just breaking, and the hatchways being removed the
sergeant shouted down to the pressed men that they could come on
deck. It was a miserable body of men who crawled up in answer to
the summons, utterly worn out and exhausted with the seasickness,
the closeness of the air, and the tossing and buffeting of the last
eighteen hours; many had scarce strength to climb the ladder.

All the spirit and indignation had been knocked out of them--they
were too miserable and dejected to utter a complaint. The sergeant
ordered his men to draw up some buckets of water, and told the
recruits to wash themselves and make themselves as decent as they
could, and the order was sharply enforced by the captain when he
came on deck.

"I would not march through the streets of Dover with such a filthy,
hang dog crew," he said; "why, the very boys would throw mud
at you. Come, do what you can to make yourselves clean, or I will
have buckets of water thrown over you. I would rather take you on
shore drenched to the skin than in that state. You have brought it
entirely on yourselves by your obstinacy. Had you enlisted at once
without further trouble you would not have suffered as you have."

The fresh air and cold water soon revived even the most exhausted
of the new recruits, and as soon as all had been made as presentable
as circumstances would admit of, the order was given to land. The
party were formed on the quay, four abreast, the soldiers forming
the outside line, and so they marched through Dover, where but yet
a few people were up and stirring, to the camp formed just outside
the walls of the castle. The colonel of the regiment met them as
they marched in.

"Well, Captain Lowther, you have had a rough time of it, I reckon.
I thought the whole camp was going to be blown away last night.
These are the recruits from Southampton, I suppose?"

"Yes, colonel, what there is left of them; they certainly had a
baddish twelve hours of it."

"Form them in line," the colonel said, "and let me have a look at
them. They are all ready and willing to serve her majesty, I hope,"
he added with a grim smile.

"They are all ready, no doubt," Captain Lowther replied; "as to
their willingness I can't say so much. Some half dozen or so agreed
at once to join without giving any trouble, foremost among them
that lad at the end of the line, who, Sergeant Edwards tells me,
is a fine young fellow and likely to do credit to the regiment;
the rest chose to be sulky, and have suffered for it by being kept
below during the voyage. However, I think all their nonsense is
knocked out of them now."

The colonel walked along the line and examined the men.

"A sturdy set of fellows," he said to the captain, "when they have
got over their buffeting. Now, my lads," he went on, addressing the
men, "you have all been pressed to serve her majesty in accordance
with act of parliament, and though some of you may not like it
just at present, you will soon get over that and take to it kindly
enough. I warn you that the discipline will be strict. In a newly
raised regiment like this it is necessary to keep a tight hand,
but if you behave yourselves and do your duty you will not find
the life a hard one.

"Remember, it's no use any of you thinking of deserting; we have
got your names and addresses, so you couldn't go home if you did;
and you would soon be brought back wherever you went, and you know
pretty well what's the punishment for desertion without my telling
you. That will do."

No one raised a voice in reply--each man felt that his position
was hopeless, for, as the colonel said, they had been legally
impressed. They were first taken before the adjutant, who rapidly
swore them in, and they were then set to work, assisted by some
more soldiers, in pitching tents. Clothes were soon served out to
them and the work of drill commenced at once.

Each day brought fresh additions to the force, and in a fortnight
its strength was complete. Jack did not object to the hard drill
which they had to go through, and which occupied them from morning
till night, for the colonel knew that on any day the regiment might
receive orders to embark, and he wanted to get it in something
like shape before setting sail. Jack did, however, shrink from
the company in which he found himself. With a few exceptions the
regiment was made up of wild and worthless fellows, of whom the
various magistrates had been only too glad to clear their towns,
and mingled with these were the sweepings of the jails, rogues and
ruffians of every description. The regiment might eventually be
welded into a body of good soldiers, but at present discipline had
not done its work, and it was simply a collection of reckless men,
thieves, and vagabonds.


Great was the surprise of Dame Anthony when, on sending down her
servant with a letter to Jack Stilwell, the woman returned, saying
that he had left his lodging two days before and had not returned.
All his things had been left behind, and it was evident that when
he went out he had no intention of leaving. The woman of the house
said that Master Stilwell was a steady and regular lodger, and that
she could not but think something had happened to him. Of course
she didn't know, but all the town were talking of the men who had
been taken away by the press gang, and she thought they must have
clapped hands on her lodger.

Dame Anthony at once jumped at that conclusion. The pressing of fifty
men had indeed made a great stir in the town during the last two
days. The mayor's office had been thronged by angry women complaining
of their husbands or sons being dragged away; and the mayor had
been the object of many threats and much indignation, and had the
evening before returned home bespattered with mud, having been pelted
on his way from the town hall by the women, and having only been
saved from more serious assaults by the exertions of the constables.

Dame Anthony had been surprised that her husband had taken these
things so quietly. Some of the women had indeed been seized and
set in the stocks, but the mayor had made light of the affair, and
had altogether seemed in an unusually good state of temper. Dame
Anthony at once connected this with Jack's disappearance. She knew
that the list had been made out by the mayor, and the idea that
her husband had taken this means of getting rid of Jack, and that
he was exulting over the success of his scheme, flashed across her.
As the mayor was away at the town hall she was forced to wait till
his return to dinner; but no sooner had the meal been concluded
and Andrew Carson and the two assistants had left the table than
she began:

"Richard, I want to look at the list of the men who were pressed."

The request scarcely came as a surprise upon the clothier. He had
made up his mind that his wife would be sure sooner or later to
discover that Jack was missing, and would connect his disappearance
with the operations of the press gang.

"What do you want to see that for?" he asked shortly.

"I want to see who have been taken," his wife said. "There is no
secret about it, I suppose?"

"No, there is no secret," the mayor replied. "According to the
act of parliament and the request of her majesty's minister I drew
up a list of fifty of the most useless and disreputable of the
inhabitants of this town, and I rejoice to say that the place is
rid of them all. The respectable citizens are all grateful to me
for the manner in which I have fulfilled the task laid upon me, and
as to the clamor of a few angry women, it causes me not a moment's

"I don't know why you are telling me all this, Richard," his wife
said calmly. "I did not cast any reflections as to the manner in
which you made your choice. I only said I wished to see the list."

"I do not see that the list concerns you," the mayor said. "Why do
you wish to see it?"

"I wish to see it, Richard, because I suspect that the name of my
Cousin Jack Stilwell is upon it."

"Oh, mother!" cried Alice, who had been listening in surprise to
the conversation, suddenly starting to her feet; "you don't mean
that they have pressed Jack to be a soldier."

"Leave the room, Alice," her father said angrily. "This is no
concern of a child like you." When the door closed behind the girl
he said to his wife:

"Naturally his name is in the list. I selected fifty of the most
worthless fellows in Southampton, and his name was the first which
occurred to me. What then?"

"Then I tell you, Richard," Dame Anthony said, rising, "that you
are a wretch, a mean, cowardly, cruel wretch. You have vented your
spite upon Jack, whom I love as if he were my own son, because he
would not put up with the tyranny of your foreman and yourself.
You may be Mayor of Southampton, you may be a great man in your
own way, but I call you a mean, pitiful fellow. I won't stay in
the house with you an hour longer. The wagon for Basingstoke comes
past at three o'clock, and I shall go and stay with my father and
mother there, and take Alice with me."

"I forbid you to do anything of the sort," the mayor said pompously.

"You forbid!" Dame Anthony cried. "What do I care for your forbidding?
If you say a word I will go down the town and join those who pelted
you with mud last night. A nice spectacle it would be for the worthy
Mayor of Southampton to be pelted in the street by a lot of women
led by his own wife. You know me, Richard. You know when I say I
will do a thing I will do it."

"I will lock you up in your own room, woman."

"You won't," Dame Anthony said scornfully. "I would scream out of
the window till I brought the whole town round. No, Mr. Mayor. You
have had your own way, and I am going to have mine. Go and tell the
town if you like that your wife has left you because you kidnapped
her cousin, the boy she loved. You tell your story and I will tell
mine. Why, the women in the town would hoot you, and you wouldn't
dare show your face in the streets. You insist, indeed! Why, you
miserable little man, my fingers are tingling now. Say another word
to me and I will box your ears till you won't know whether you are
standing on your head or your heels."

The mayor was a small man, while Dame Anthony, although not above
the usual height, was plump and strong; and her crestfallen spouse
felt that she was capable of carrying her threat into execution. He
therefore thought it prudent to make no reply, and his angry wife
swept from the room.

It was some time before the mayor descended to his shop. In the
interval he had thought the matter over, and had concluded that
it would be best for him to let his wife have her way. Indeed, he
did not see how he could do otherwise.

He had expected a storm, but not such a storm as this. Never before
in his fifteen years of married life had he seen his wife in such
a passion, and there was no saying whether she would not carry all
her threats into execution if he interfered with her now. No. It
would be better to let her go. The storm would blow over in time.
It was natural enough for her to go over and stay a few weeks with
her people, and in time, of course, she would come back again. After
all, he had got rid of Jack, and this being so, he could afford for
awhile to put up with the absence of his wife. It was unpleasant,
of course, very unpleasant, to be called such names, but as no
one had heard them but himself it did not so much matter. Perhaps,
after all, it was the best thing that could happen that she should
take it into her head to go away for a time. In her present mood
she would not make things comfortable at home, and, of course, his
daughter would side with her mother.

Accordingly, when the carrier's wagon stopped at the door the mayor
went out with a pleasant countenance, and saw that the boxes were
safely placed in it, and that his wife was comfortably seated on
some shawls spread over a heap of straw. His attention, however,
received neither thanks nor recognition from Dame Anthony, while
Alice, whose face was swollen with crying, did not speak a word.
However, they were seated well under the cover of the wagon, and
could not be seen by the few people standing near; and as the mayor
continued till the wagon started speaking cheerfully, and giving
them all sorts of injunctions as to taking care of themselves on
the way, he flattered himself that no one would have an idea that
the departure was anything but an amicable one.

A week later a letter arrived for Dame Anthony and the mayor at
once recognized the handwriting of Jack Stilwell. He took it up to
his room, and had a considerable debate with himself as to whether
he would open it or not. The question was, What did the boy say?
If he wrote full of bitter complaints as to his treatment, the
receipt of the letter by his wife would only make matters worse,
and in that case it would be better to destroy the letter as well
as any others which might follow it, and so put an end to all
communication, for it was unlikely that the boy would ever return
to England.

Accordingly he opened the letter, and after reading it through, laid
it down with a feeling of something like relief. It was written in a
cheerful spirit. Jack began by saying that he feared Dame Anthony
and Alice would have been anxious when they heard that he was
missing from his lodgings.

"I have no doubt, my dear cousin, you will have guessed what has
befallen me, seeing that so many have been taken away in the same
way. I don't think that my late master acted handsomely in thus
getting rid of me; for, as the list was made up by him, it was of
course his doing. But you will please tell him from me that I feel
no grudge against him. In the first place, he did not know I was
going away to sea, and it must naturally have angered him to see
one known to be connected with him hanging about Southampton doing
nothing. Besides, I know that he always meant kindly by me. He
took me in when I had nowhere to go, he gave me my apprenticeship
without fee, and, had it not been that my roving spirit rendered
me disinclined for so quiet a life, he would doubtless have done
much for me hereafter. Thus thinking it over, it seems to me but
reasonable that he should have been angered at my rejection of the
benefits he intended for me.

"In the next place, it may be that his action in shipping me
off as a soldier may in the end prove to be for my welfare. Had
I carried out my intention and gone as a sailor, a sailor I might
have remained all my life. It seems to me that as a soldier my
chances are larger. Not only shall I see plenty of fighting and
adventure, which accords well with my spirit, but it seems to me
--and a sergeant who has shown me much kindness says that it is
so--that there are fair chances of advancement. The soldiers are
for the great part disorderly and ignorant men; and, as I mean to
be steady and obedient so as to gain the goodwill of the officers,
and as I have received a good education from my dear father, I hope
in time to come to be regarded as one somewhat different from the
common herd; and if I get an opportunity of distinguishing myself,
and do not get killed by a Spanish bullet or pike thrust, or by the
fevers which they say are not uncommon, then it is possible I may
come back at the end of the war with some honor and credit, and,
the sergeant said, may even obtain advancement to the rank of an
officer. Therefore my late master, having done me many good turns,
may perhaps find that this last one--even though he intended it
not--is the best of all. Will you make my respects to him, dear
cousin, and tell him that I feel no grudge or ill will against him?
Will you give my love to my Cousin Alice? Tell her that I will bring
her home some rare keepsakes from Spain should they fall in my way;
and you know I will do the same for yourself, who have always been
so good and kind to me."

"The boy is not a bad boy," the mayor said, well pleased as he laid
down the letter. "It may be that I have judged him too harshly,
seeing that he set himself against what was best for his welfare.
Still, one cannot expect men's heads on boys' shoulders, and he
writes dutifully and properly. I believe it is the fault of Andrew
Carson, who was forever edging me on by reports of the boy's
laziness and carelessness. He certainly has a grudge against him,
and he assuredly exceeded his place and authority when he lifted
his hand against my wife's cousin. It seems to me truly that I have
acted somewhat hastily and wrong headedly in the matter. I shall
give Master Carson notice that at the end of a month I shall require
his services no longer--the fellow puts himself too forward. That
will please Mary; she never liked him, and women in these matters
of likes and dislikes are shrewder than we are. Perhaps when she
hears that he is going, and reads this letter, which I will forward
to her by the carrier, she may come back to me. I certainly miss
her sorely, and the household matters go all wrong now that she
is away. She ought not to have said things to me; but no wise man
thinks anything of what a woman says when she's angry; and now that
I think things over, it certainly seems to me that she had some
sort of warrant for her words. Yes, I certainly don't know what
can have come over me, unless it was that fellow, Andrew Carson.
Richard Anthony has not been considered a bad fellow else he would
never have become the Mayor of Southampton; and for fifteen years
Mary and I have got on very well together, save for the little
disputes which have arisen from her over masterful disposition. But
she is a good wife--none could wish for better--though she is
given to flame out at what she considers unrighteous dealings; but
every woman has her faults, and every man too as far as that goes,
and upon the whole few of them have less than Mary. I will write
to her at once."

The mayor was not a man to delay when his mind was once made up,
and sitting down at a writing desk he wrote as follows:

"DEAR WIFE: I inclose a letter which has come for you from your
Cousin Jack. I opened it, and you will think poorly of me when I tell
you that had it been filled with complaints of me, as I expected,
it would not have come to your hands; for your anger against me
is fierce enough without the adding of fresh fuel thereto. But the
lad, as you will see, writes in quite another strain, and remembers
former kindnesses rather than late injuries. His letter has put it
into my head to think matters over, and in a different spirit from
that in which I had previously regarded it, and I have come to the
conclusion that I have acted wrongly; first, that I did not make
allowances enough for the boy; second, that I insisted on keeping
him to a trade he disliked; third, that I have given too willing
an ear to what Andrew Carson has said against the boy; lastly, that
I took such means of freeing myself from him. I today give Andrew
Carson notice to quit my service--a matter in which I have hitherto
withstood you. I am willing to forget the words which you spoke to
me in anger, seeing that there was some foundation for them, and
that when a woman is in a passion her tongue goes further than she

"Now, as I am ready to put this on one side, I trust that you also
will put aside your anger at my having obtained the pressing for
a soldier of your cousin. You can see for yourself by his writing
that he does not desire that any enmity shall arise out of the
manner of his going. For fifteen years we have lived in amity, and
I see not why, after this cloud passes away, we should not do so

"I miss you sorely. Things go badly with us since you have gone.
The food is badly cooked, and the serving indifferent. If you will
write to tell me that you are willing to come back, and to be a
loving and dutiful wife again, I will make me a holiday and come
over to Basingstoke to fetch you and Alice home again. I am writing
to Jack and sending him five guineas, for which he will no doubt
find a use in getting things suitable for the adventure upon which
he is embarked, for the payment of her majesty to her soldiers does
not permit of the purchase of many luxuries. On second thoughts I
have resolved to pay Andrew Carson his month's wages, and to let
him go at once. So that if you return you will not find one here
against whom you have always been set, and who is indeed in no
small way the author of the matters which have come between us,
save only as touching the impressment, of which I own that I must
take the blame solely upon myself. Give my love to Alice, and say
that she must keep up her spirits, and look forward to the time
when her Cousin Jack shall come back to her after the killing of
many Spaniards."

Having signed and carefully sealed this letter, with that from Jack
inclosed within it, the mayor then proceeded to write the following
to the young soldier:

"MY DEAR COUSIN JACK: I have read the letter which you sent to my
wife, and it is written in a very proper and dutiful strain. Your
departure has caused trouble between my wife and me; but this I
hope will pass away after she has read and considered your letter.
She carried matters so far that she is at present with your Cousin
Alice at the house of her parents at Basingstoke. Having read your
letter, I write to tell you that I feel that I am not without blame
toward you. I did not see it myself until the manner of your letter
opened my eyes to the fact. I have misunderstood you, and, being
bent on carrying out my own inclinations, made not enough allowance
for yours. Were you here now I doubt not that in future we should
get on better together; but as that cannot be, I can only say that
I recognize the kind spirit in which you wrote, and that I trust
that in future we shall be good friends. I inclose you an order
for five guineas on a tradesman in Dover with whom I have dealings.
There are many little things that you may want to buy for your
voyage to supplement the pay which you receive. Andrew Carson is
leaving my service. I think that it is he greatly who came between
us, and has brought things to the pass which I cannot but regret."

A week later the cloth merchant's shop in the High Street was
shut up, and the mayor, having appointed a deputy for the week he
purposed to be absent, took his place in the stage for Basingstoke,
when a complete reconciliation was effected between him and his

The starting of the expedition was delayed beyond the intended
time, for the government either could not or would not furnish the
required funds, and the Earl of Peterborough was obliged to borrow
considerable sums of money, and to involve himself in serious
pecuniary embarrassments to remedy the defects, and to supply as
far as possible the munition and stores necessary for the efficiency
of the little force he had been appointed to command. It consisted
of some three thousand English troops, who were nearly all raw and
undisciplined, and a brigade, two thousand strong, of Dutch soldiers.

Early in May the regiment to which Jack Stilwell belonged marched
for Portsmouth, where the rest of the expedition were assembled,
and embarked on board the transports lying at Spithead, and on the
22d of the month set sail for St. Helens, where they were joined on
the following day by their general, who embarked with his suit on
board the admiral's ship. On the 24th the fleet sailed for Lisbon.

Fond as Jack was of the sea, he did not find the change an agreeable
one. On shore the constant drill and steady work had fully occupied
the men, and had left them but little time for grumbling. On board
ship things were different. In those days there was but little
of the strict discipline which is now maintained on board a troop
ship. It was true that the vessels in which the expedition was being
carried belonged to the royal navy; but even here the discipline was
but lax. There were many good sailors on board; but the bulk of the
crew had been pressed into the service as harshly and tyrannically
as were the soldiers themselves, and the grumblers of one class
found ready sympathizers among the others.

The captain was a young man of good family who had obtained his
appointment solely by interest, and who, although he would have
fought his ship bravely in an action with the enemy, took but little
interest in the regular work, leaving such matters entirely in the
hands of his first lieutenant. The military officers were all new
to their work. On shore they had had the support which the presence
of a considerable number of veteran troops in garrison in the castle
gave them; but they now ceased to struggle against the difficulty
of keeping up discipline among a large number of raw and insubordinate
recruits, relying upon bringing them into order and discipline
when they got them ashore in a foreign country. Beyond, therefore,
a daily parade, and half an hour's drill in the handling of their
firelocks, they interfered but little with the men.

Sergeant Edwards with twenty of his men had at the last minute,
to Jack's great satisfaction, been drafted into the regiment, and
accompanied them on their voyage.

"Ay, they are a rough lot," the sergeant said in answer to an
observation of Jack as to the grumbling of the men after they had
been at sea a few days; "but what can you expect when you take men
from their homes against their will, pick out the worst characters
in each town, make up their number with jail birds, and then pack
them off to sea before they have got into shape? There's nothing
tries men more than a sea voyage. Here they are packed up as close
as herrings, with scarcely room to move about, with nothing to do,
and with food which a dog would turn up his nose to eat. Naturally
they get talking together, and grumbling over their wrongs till
they work themselves up.

"I wish the voyage was over. It wouldn't matter if we had a good
steady old crew, but more than half of them have been pressed; many
of them are landsmen who have been carried off just as you were.
No doubt they would all fight toughly enough if a Frenchman hove
in view, but the captain couldn't rely on them in a row on board.
As long as the fleet keeps together it's all right enough. Here
are nine vessels, and no one on board one knows what's going on in
the others, but if the captain of any one of them were to hoist a
signal that a mutiny had broken out on board, the others would be
round her with their portholes opened ready to give her a dose of
round shot in no time."

"But you don't think that it is really likely that we shall have
any trouble, sergeant?"

"There won't be any trouble if, as I am telling you, the weather
holds fine and the fleet keeps together; but if there's a gale and
the ships get scattered, no one can't say what might come of it."

"I can't think how they could be so mad as to get up a mutiny,"
Jack said; "why, even supposing they did take the ship, what would
they do with it?"

"Them's questions as has been asked before, my lad, and there's
sense and reason in them, but you knows as well as I that there's
many a craft sailing the seas under the black flag. There isn't a
ship as puts to sea but what has half a dozen hands on board who
have been in slavers, and who are full of tales of islands where
everything grows without the trouble of putting a spade in the
ground, where all sorts of strange fruit can be had for the picking,
and where the natives are glad enough to be servants or wives, as
the case may be, to whites. It's just such tales as these as leads
men away, and I will warrant there's a score at least among the crew
of the Caesar who are telling such tales to any who will listen to
them. Well, you see, it's a tempting story enough to one as knows
no better. On the one side there is a hard life, with bad food and
the chance of being shot at, and the sartainty of being ordered
about and not being able to call your life your own. On the other
side is a life of idleness and pleasure, of being your own master,
and, if you want something which the islands can't afford you, why,
there's just a short cruise and then back you come with your ship
filled up with plunder. I don't say as it's not tempting; but
there's one thing agin it, and the chaps as tells these yarns don't
say much about that."

"What is it, sergeant?"

"It's just the certainty of a halter or a bloody grave sooner or
later. The thing goes on for some time, and then, when merchant ship
after merchant ship is missing, there are complaints at home, and
out comes a ship or two with the queen's pennant at the head, and
then either the pirate ship gets caught at sea and sunk or captured,
or there's a visit to the little island, and a short shrift for
those found there.

"No, I don't think it can pay, my lad, even at its best. It's jolly
enough for awhile, maybe, for those whose hearts are so hard that
they think nothing of scuttling a ship with all on board, or of
making the crew and passengers walk the plank in cold blood. Still
even they must know that it can't last, and that there's a gallows
somewhere waiting for them. Still, you see, they don't think of
all that when a chap is atelling them of these islands, and how
pleasant the life is there, and how easy it would be to do for the
officers, and take the command of the ship and sail away. Two or
three chaps as makes up their mind for it will poison a whole crew
in no time."

"You speak as if you knew all about it."

"I know a good deal about it," the sergeant replied gravely. "It's
a tale as there ain't many as knows; but you are a sort of lad as
one can trust, and so I don't mind if I tell it you. Though you
wouldn't think it, I have sailed under the black flag myself."

"You, sergeant!" Jack exclaimed incredulously; "do you mean to say
you have been a pirate?"

"Just that, my boy. I don't look like it, do I? There ain't
nothing buccaneering about my cut. I looks just what I am, a tough
old sergeant in a queen's regiment; but for all that I have been
a pirate. The yarn is a long one, and I can't tell it you now,
because just at present, you see, I have got to go below to look
after the dinners of the company, but the first time as we can
get an opportunity for a quiet talk I will tell it you. But don't
you go away and think till then as I was a pirate from choice. I
shouldn't like you to think that of me; there ain't never no saying
at sea what may happen. I might tumble overboard tonight and get
drowned, or one of the convoy might run foul of us and sink us, and
tomorrow you might be alive and I might be dead, and I shouldn't
like you to go on thinking all your life as that Sergeant Edwards
had been a bloody pirate of his own free will. So you just bear in
mind, till I tells you the whole story, as how it was forced upon
me. Mind, I don't say as how I hadn't the choice of death or that,
and maybe had you been in my place you would have chosen death;
but, you see, I had never been brought up as you were. I had had no
chances to speak of, and being only just about your age, I didn't
like the thought of dying, so you see I took to it, making up my
mind secret at the same time that the first chance I had I would
slip away from them. I won't tell you more now, I hain't time; but
just you bear that in mind, in case of anything happening, that if
Sergeant Edwards once sailed under the black flag, he didn't do it

The sergeant now hurried below, leaving Jack wondering over what
he had heard. Some days elapsed before the story was told, for a
few hours later the sky clouded over and the wind rose, and before
next morning the vessel was laboring heavily under double reefed
topsails. The soldiers were all kept below, and there was no
possibility of anything like a quiet talk. The weather had hitherto
been so fine and the wind so light that the vessels had glided
over the sea almost without motion, and very few indeed of those on
board had experienced anything of the usual seasickness; but now,
in the stifling atmosphere between decks, with the vessel rolling
and plunging heavily, the greater part were soon prostrate
with seasickness, and even Jack, accustomed to the sea as he was,
succumbed to the unpleasantness of the surroundings.

On the second day of the storm Sergeant Edwards, who had been on
deck to make a report to the captain of the company, was eagerly
questioned on his return below on the condition of the weather.

"It's blowing about as hard as it can be," he said, "and she rolls
fit to take the masts out of her. There don't seem no chance of
the gale breaking, and none of the other ships of the fleet are
in sight. That's about all I have to tell you, except that I told
the captain that if he didn't get the hatches lifted a little we
should be all stifled down here. He says if there's a bit of a lull
he will ask them to give us a little fresh air, and in the mean
time he says that any who are good sailors may go up on deck, but
it will be at their own risk, for some of the seas go pretty nearly
clean over her."


Jack Stilwell and a few of the other men availed themselves of the
permission to escape for a time from the stifling atmosphere below,
and made their way on deck. For a time the rush of the wind and the
wild confusion of the sea almost bewildered them. Masses of water
were rushing along the deck, and each time she rolled the waves
seemed as if they would topple over the bulwarks. Several of the
party turned and went below again at once, but Jack, with a few
others, waited their opportunity and, making a rush across the
deck, grasped the shrouds and there hung on. Jack soon recovered
from his first confusion and was able to enjoy the grandeur of the

Small as was the canvas she was showing, the vessel was traveling
fast through the waves, sometimes completely burying her head under
a sea; then as she rose again the water rushed aft knee deep, and
Jack had as much as he could do to prevent himself being carried
off his feet. Fortunately all loose articles had long since been
swept overboard, otherwise the risk of a broken limb from their
contact would have been serious.

In a quarter of an hour even Jack had had enough of it and went
below, and, having changed his drenched clothes, slung his hammock
and turned in. The next day the gale began to abate, and by evening
the wind had nearly died away, although the vessel was rolling as
heavily as before among the great masses of water which rolled in
from the Atlantic.

The hatchways, however, were now removed, and all below ordered on
deck, and after awhile a party was told off to sluice down their
quarters below. The men were all weakened by their confinement, but
their spirits soon rose, and there was ere long plenty of laughter
at the misfortunes which befell those who tried to cross the deck,
for the ship was rolling so heavily that it was impossible for a
landsman to keep his feet without holding on.

The next morning, although a heavy swell was still rolling, the
ship assumed her normal aspect. The sailors had removed all trace
of disorder above, clothes were hung out to dry, and, as the ship
was still far too unsteady to allow of walking exercise, the soldiers
sat in groups on the deck, laughing and chatting and enjoying the
warm sun whose rays streamed down upon them. Seeing Sergeant Edwards
standing alone looking over the bulwark, Jack made his way up to

"It has been a sharp blow," the sergeant said, "and I am glad it's
over; the last four days have been enough to sicken one of the sea
for life. I suppose you think this is a good opportunity for my

"That is just what I was thinking, sergeant."

"Very well, then, my lad, here goes. I was born at Poole. My people
were all in the seafaring line, and it was only natural that, as
soon as I got old enough to stand kicking, I was put on board a
coaster plying between Poole and London. It was pretty rough, but
the skipper wasn't a bad kind of fellow when he was sober. I stuck
to that for three years, and then the old craft was wrecked on
Shoreham beach. Fortunately she was driven up so far that we were
able to drop over the bowsprit pretty well beyond the reach of
the waves, but there was no getting the Eliza off. It was no great
loss, for she would have had to be broken up as firewood in another
year or two. About six hours out of every twenty-four I was taking
my turn at spells at the pump.

"Now the Eliza was cast away, I had to look out for another ship.
I had had enough of coasters, so instead of going home I tramped
it up to London. Having got a berth on board a foreign bound vessel
I made two voyages out to Brazil and back. A fine country is the
Brazils, but the Portuguese ain't the fellows to make much out of
it. Little undersized chaps, they are all chatter and jabber, and
when they used to come alongside to unload, it were jest for all
the world like so many boatfuls of monkeys.

"Well, I starts for my third voyage, being by this time about sixteen
or seventeen. We got out to Rio right enough; but we couldn't get
a full cargo back, and the captain determined to cruise among the
West Indy Islands and fill up his ship. We were pretty nigh full
when one morning the lookout hailed that there were two vessels
just coming out of an inlet in an island we were passing some three
miles on the weather bow.

"The captain was soon on deck with his glass, and no sooner did he
make them out than he gave orders to clap every sail on her. We
hadn't a very smart crew, but there are not many British ships ever
made sail faster than we did then. The men just flew about, for it
needed no glass to show that the two vessels which came creeping
out from among trees weren't customers as one wanted to talk to
on the high seas. The one was a brig, the other a schooner. They
carried lofty spars ever so much higher than an honest trader could
want; and quick as we had got up our sails, they had got their
canvas spread as soon as we had.

"The ship was a fast sailer, but it didn't need half an hour to
show that they had the legs of us. So the skipper called the crew
aft. 'Now, my lads,' he said, 'you see those two vessels astern. I
don't think it needs any telling from me as to what they are. They
might be Spaniards or they might be French, or they might be native
traders, but we are pretty well sure they ain't anything of the
kind. They are pirates--I guess the same two vessels I heard them
talking about down at Rio. They have been doing no end of damage
there. There were pretty nigh a dozen ships missing, and they put
them all down to them. However, a couple of English frigates had
come into Rio, and hearing what had happened had gone out to chase
them. They hadn't caught them, and the Brazilians thought that they
had shifted their quarters and gone for a cruise in other latitudes.

"'The description they gave of them answered to these two--a brig
and a schooner, with low hulls and tall spars. One of them carries
ten guns, the other two on each side, and a heavy piece mounted on
a swivel amidship. It was said that before they went down to Brazil
they had been carrying on their games among the West India Islands,
and had made it so hot for themselves that they had been obliged
to move off from there. It was like enough that, now the hue and
cry after them had abated, they would return to their old quarters.

"'Well, my lads, I needn't tell you what we have to expect if they
take us. Every man Jack will either get his throat cut or be forced
to walk the plank. So we will fight her to the last; for if the
worst comes to the worst, it's better to be killed fighting like
men than to be murdered in cold blood. However, I hope it won't
come to that. We carry twelve guns, and they are heavier metal
than most merchantmen have on board. We are more than a match for
either of them alone; and if we can manage to cripple one, we can
beat the other off.

"'At any rate we will try our best. Thank God we have no women on
board, and only ourselves to think of! Now, my lads, cast the guns
loose and get the ammunition on deck; run two of the guns aft and
train them over the stern. As soon as they come within range we
will try and knock some spars out of them. Now, boys, give three
cheers for the old flag, and we will swear together it shall never
come down while there's one of us to fight the ship.'

"The men gave three cheers and then went off to their quarters
at the guns. They were quiet and grave, and it was easy enough to
see that they did not like the prospect. An Englishman always goes
into action, as far as I have seen, with a light heart and a joke
on his lips when he's fighting against Frenchmen or Spaniards or
any other foe, but it's a different thing when it's a pirate he
has to deal with. Every man knows then that it's a case of life or
death, and that he's got to win or die. The enemy made no secret
of what they were, for when they got within a mile of us two black
flags ran up to their mastheads.

"The captain he trained one of the stern chasers hisself, and the
first mate took the other. They fired at the same moment, both
aiming at the schooner, which was getting the nearest to us. They
were good shots both of them. The mate's ball struck the water some
twenty yards in front of her forefoot, and smashed her bow planking
some three feet above the waterline; while the captain's struck
her bulwark, tore along her deck, and went out astern, doing some
damage by the way, I reckon.

"We could see there was some confusion on board. They hadn't
reckoned that we carried such heavy metal, and our luck in getting
both shots on board must have surprised them. Then her bow paid
off, there was a puff of smoke amidship, and a ball from the long
swivel gun buzzed overhead, passing through our mainsail without
touching mast or stay.

"So far we had the best of it, and the men looked more cheerful
than they had done from the first moment when the pirates showed
from among the trees. After that we kept up a fire from the stern
guns as fast as we could load. I could not see myself what damage
we were doing, for I was kept hard at work carrying ammunition.
Presently the broadside guns began to fire too, and taking the
chance for a look round I saw that the pirates had separated, and
were coming up one on each side of us.

"So far they had not fired a shot after the first. I suppose they
didn't want to lose ground by yawing, but as they came abreast of
us they both opened fire. Our chaps fought their guns well, and
I expect the pirates found they were not getting much the best of
it; for one of them made a signal, and they both closed in to board.
We hadn't had much luck after our first shot. We had hulled them
over and over again and spotted their sails with shot. Many of
their ropes were hanging loose, but we hadn't succeeded in crippling
them, although almost every shot had been aimed at the masts; for
every man knew that our only chance was to bring them down.

"As they came up close to us they poured in a volley of grape, and
a minute later they grated alongside and a crowd of men swarmed on
board over the bulwarks. Our fellows fought to the last, but the
odds were five to one against them. The skipper had been killed
by a grapeshot, but the mate he led the men; and if fighting could
have saved us the ship would not have been captured. But it was no
use. In two minutes every man had been cut down or disarmed. I had
laid about me with a cutlass till I got a lick over my head with
a boarding pike which knocked my senses out of me.

"When I opened my eyes I was hauled up to my feet and put alongside
the mate and six others, all of whom was bleeding more or less.
The rest had all been chucked overboard at once. In a minute or
two the captain of one of the pirates, a little dapper Frenchman,
came up to us. 'You have fought your ship well,' he said to the
mate, 'and have killed several of my officers and men; but I bear
you no malice, and if you are ready to ship with me I will spare
your life.' 'I would rather die a hundred times!' the mate said. The
pirate said nothing, but just nodded, and four of his men seized
the mate and flung him over the bulwarks. The same question was
asked of each of the men; but each in turn refused, and an end was
made of them. I was the last.

"'Now, my boy,' the captain said, 'I hope you won't be stupid like
those pig headed fellows. What do you say--good treatment and a
free life on the sea, or the sharks?'

"Well, lad, if my turn hadn't been last I would have said 'no'
like the others. I wouldn't have shown the white feather before
any of my shipmates; but they had gone--there wasn't one to cast
a reproachful look at me or to taunt me with cowardice. I just
stood alone; there weren't no one to back me up in choosing to die
rather than to serve, and so I says, 'I will join you, captain.' I
don't say I was right, lad; I don't say I didn't act as a coward;
but I think most young chaps with my bringing up, and placed as
I was, would have done the same. There's many as would have said
'no' if they had had comrades and friends looking on, but I don't
think there's many as would have said 'no' if they had stood all
alone as I did.

"I can't say as I blame myself much about that business, though I
have thought it over many a score of times; but anyhow, from the
first I made up my mind that at the very first chance I would get
away from them. I knew the chance wasn't likely to come for some
time--still there it was; and during all the black scenes I took
part in on board that ship I was always telling myself that I was
there against my will.

"It was the brig as I was to go in. And as soon as that little
matter of the crew was settled all hands set to work to shift the
cargo from the ship aboard the pirates. Wonderful quick they did
it too; and when I thought how long that cargo had taken to get on
board, it was wonderful how soon they whipped it out of her. When
they had stripped her of all they thought worth taking, they ran
one of the cannon to the open hatch, loaded it and crammed it full
of balls to the muzzle; then they pointed it down the hold and
fired it, and were soon on board their own craft.

"The charge must have torn a great hole in the ship's bottom, for
I could see she was settling down in the water before we had left
her five minutes, and in a quarter of an hour she gave a sudden
lurch and sank. As I was in for it now, I knew the best thing was
to put a good face on it, so I lent a hand at shifting the cargo
and did my best to seem contented. We sailed off in company, and in
the morning when I came on deck I found the two craft riding side
by side in a land locked harbor.

"A few minutes later the boats were lowered and the work of getting
the cargo on shore began. It was clear enough that this was the
pirates' headquarters; for there were lots of huts built on the
sloping sides of the inlet, and a number of men and women stood
gathered on the shore to receive us as we landed. The women were of
all countries, English and French, Dutch, Spaniards, and Portuguese,
with a good sprinkling of dark skinned natives. All the white women
had been taken prisoners at some time or other from vessels which
had fallen into the pirates' hands, and though most of them must
have been miserable enough at heart, poor creatures, they all made
a show of being glad to see the men back again. It was but a week,
I learned, since the pirates had sailed, and it was considered
a great stroke of luck that they should so soon have effected a

"No one attended to me, but I worked hard all day with the others
rowing backward and forward between the shore and the ship. When
it became dusk they knocked off work, and the men went off to their
huts, for it seemed that each of them had a wife, brown skinned or
white. Seeing that nobody paid any attention to me, I went off to
the little captain, who was making his way up to a hut of a better
class than the others.

"'What is to become of me, captain?' I asked. 'Ah! I had not thought
of you,' he said; 'well, you can go up with me and get some supper,
and you can have a blanket and sleep on my veranda for tonight; we
will see where you can be lodged in the morning.' I followed him
into his house, and was astonished as I entered at the luxury of
the apartment, which far exceeded anything I had ever seen before.
The plank walls were concealed by hangings of light green silk,
a rich carpet covered the floor, the furniture was most handsome
and massive, and had no doubt been intended for the palace of the
Spanish governor of some of the islands. A pair of candelabra of
solid silver stood on the table, and the white candles in them,
which had just been lighted, threw a soft glow of light over the
room and lighted up the table, on which was a service, also of solid
silver, with vases and, lovely flowers. A young woman rose from a
couch as he entered: 'I have been expecting you for the last half
hour, Eugene. You have worked longer than usual this evening; if
the fish are spoiled you must not blame Zoe.'

"The speaker was a tall and very handsome woman, and I now understood
how it was that my captor spoke such excellent English. There was
a deep expression of melancholy on her face, but she smiled when
speaking to the pirate, and her tone was one of affection.

"'I have brought home a countryman of yours, Ellen. I forgot to
allot him quarters until it was too late, so please give him over
to the care of Zoe and ask her to give him some supper and a blanket;
he will sleep in the veranda.'

"The first look which the woman gave me as the captain spoke made
me wish that instead of speaking to the captain I had lain down
fasting under a tree, there was so much contempt and horror in
it; then, as I suppose she saw I was but a boy, it changed, and
it seemed to me that she pitied me from her heart; however, she
clapped her hands and a negress entered. She said something to her
in Spanish, and the old woman beckoned me to follow her, and I was
soon sitting in front of a better meal than I had tasted for many
a month, perhaps the best meal I had tasted in my life.

"As she couldn't speak English there was no talking with the old
woman. She gave me a tumbler of stiff rum and water to drink with
my supper, and after I had done she handed me a blanket, took me
out into the veranda, pointed to the side where I should get the
sea breeze, and left me. I smoked a pipe or two and then went to
sleep. I was awakened in the morning by some one coming along the
veranda, and, sitting up, saw the lady I had seen the night before.
'So you are English?' she said. 'Yes, ma'am,' says I, touching my
hat sailor fashion. 'Are you lately from home?' she asked. 'Not
very late, ma'am,' says I; 'we went to Rio first, and not filling
up there were cruising about picking up a cargo when--' and I
stopped, not knowing, you see, how I should put it. 'Are there any
more of you?' she asked after awhile in a low sort of voice. 'No,
ma'am,' says I; 'I am the only one.' 'I did not ask,' she said
almost in a whisper, and I could see her face was 'most as white
as a sheet, 'I never ask. And so you have joined them?' 'Yes,' says
I, 'I couldn't help it, ma'am. I was the last, you see; if there
had been any one else to have encouraged me I should have said no,
but being alone--' 'Don't excuse yourself, poor boy,' she said;
'don't think I blame you. Who am I that I should blame any one? It
is little I can do for you, but if you should want anything I will
do my best to befriend you.' I heard the captain's voice calling.
Suddenly she put her finger to her lips, as a hint to me to hold
my tongue, and off she went.

"I don't know whether the captain's wife spoke to him about me or
not, but at any rate he didn't tell me off to any of the huts, but
kept me at the house. I used to go down in the day to work with
the other men unloading the ship and stowing away the stores, but
they only worked for a few hours morning and evening, lying in
hammocks slung under the trees during the heat of the day. I made
myself useful about the house, helped the old woman to chop wood,
drew water for her, attended to the plants in the little garden
round the house, trained the creepers up the veranda, and lent a
hand at all sorts of odd jobs, just as a sailor will do.

"When, ten days after we arrived, the ships got ready for another
cruise, I was afraid they would take me with them, and I lay awake
at nights sweating as I thought over the fearful deeds I should
have to take part in; but the captain gave me no orders, and to
my delight the men embarked and the ships sailed away without me.
I found there were some forty men left behind, whose duty it was
to keep a sharp lookout and man the batteries they had got at the
entrance to the cove in case any of our cruisers came in sight.

"The man who was in command was a Spaniard, a sulky, cruel looking
scoundrel. However, he didn't have much to do with me; I took my
turn at the lookout with the rest of them, and besides that there
was nothing to do. The men on shore had all been in one or other of
the ships when I was taken; for I found there were about a hundred
and sixty of them, and a quarter stayed at home by turns, changing
after each cruise, whether it was a long or short one.

"The captain's wife often spoke to me now; she would come out and
sit in the veranda while I was at work. She asked me what part I
came from, and where I had sailed, and what friends I had at home.
But she never said a word to me about the capture of the ship.
She always looked sad now, while she had been cheerful and bright
while the captain was on shore. In time she got quite friendly with
me, and one day she said, 'Peter, you will have to go to sea next
time, what will you do?'

"'I must do as the others do, God forgive me,' says I; 'but don't
think, ma'am, as ever I shall do it willing. It may be years
before I gets a chance, but if ever I does I shall make a run for
it, whatever the risk may be. I speaks free to you, ma'am, for I
feel sure as you won't say a word to no man, for it would cost me
my life if they thought that I wasn't with them willing.'

"'I will not tell any one, Peter, you may be sure,' she said; 'but
I do not think you will ever have a chance of getting away--no
one ever does who once comes here.'

"Well, in time, lad, she lets out bit by bit a little about herself.
She had been on her way out to join her father, who was an officer
of the East Indy Company, when the ship was taken by the pirates.
The men was all killed, but she and some other women was taken
on board the pirate and at last brought there. The French captain
took a fancy to her from the first, and after she had been there
a year brought a Spanish priest they captured on board a ship and
he married them. The pirates seemed to think it was a joke, and
lots of them followed the captain's example and got married to the
women there. What they did with the priest afterward, whether they
cut his throat or landed him in some place thousands of miles away,
or entered him on board ship, is more nor I know.

"There's no doubt the captain's wife was fond of her husband; pirate
as he was, he had not behaved so bad to her--but except when he
was with her she was always sad.

"She had an awful horror of the life he led, and with this was
a terror lest he should fall into the hands of a cruiser, for she
knew that if he hadn't the good luck to be killed in the fight,
he would be tried and hung at the nearest port. It was a kind of
mixed feeling, you see; she would have given everything to be free
from the life she was leading, and yet even had she had the chance
she would not have left her husband. I believe he had promised her
to give it up, but she must have knowed that he never would do it;
besides, if he had slipped away from the ship at any place where
they touched he could not have got her away, and her life would
have paid for his desertion.

"But I don't think he would have gone if he could, for, quiet and
nice as he was when at home, he was a demon at sea. Ruffians and
scoundrels as were his crew, the boldest of them were afraid of
him. It was not a word and a blow, but a word and a pistol shot
with him; and if it hadn't been that he was a first rate seaman,
that he fought his ships splendidly, and that there was no one who
could have kept any show of order or discipline had he not been
there, I don't believe they would have put up with him for a day.

"Well, lad, I sailed with them for three voyages. I won't tell you
what I saw and heard, but it was years before I could sleep 'well
at night, but would start up in a cold sweat with those scenes
before my eyes and those screams ringing in my ears. I can say that
I never took the life of a man or woman. Of course I had to help
to load the cannon, and when the time for boarding came would wave
my cutlass and fire my pistols with the best of them; but I took
good care never to be in the front line, and the others were too
busy with their bloody doings to notice what share I took in them.

"We had been out about a fortnight on my third voyage, and the
schooner and brig were lying in a little bay when we saw what we
took to be a large merchant ship coming along. She was all painted
black, her rigging was badly set up, her sails were dirty and some
of them patched, she was steering east, and seemed as if she was
homeward bound after a long voyage. Off we went in pursuit, thinking
we had got a prize. She clapped on more sail, but we came up to
her hand over hand. She opened fire with two eight pounders over
her stern. We didn't waste a shot in reply, but ranged up alongside,
one on each beam. Then suddenly her sides seemed to open, fifteen
ports on each side went up, and her deck swarmed with men.

"A yell of dismay went up from the schooner which I was on. In
a moment a flash of fire ran along the frigate's broadside; there
was a crash of timber, and the schooner shook as if she had struck
on a rock. There was a cry, 'We are sinking!' Some made a wild
rush for the boats, others in their despair jumped overboard, some
cursed and swore like madmen and shook their fists at the frigate.
It seemed no time when another broadside came.

"Down came the foremast, crushing half a dozen men as she fell.
Her deck was nearly level with the water now. I climbed over the
wreck of the foremast, and run out along the bowsprit. I looked
round just as I leaped. The pirate captain was standing at the
wheel. He had a pistol to his head, and I saw the flash, and he
fell. Then I dived off and swam under water as hard as I could to
get away from the sinking ship. When I came up I looked round. I
just saw the flutter of a black flag above the water and she was
gone. I was a good swimmer, and got rid of my shoes and jacket,
and made up my mind for a long swim, for the frigate was too busy
with the brig for any one to pay attention to us, but it did not
take long to finish it.

"In five minutes it was over. The brig lay dismasted, and scarce
a dozen men out of the forty she carried were alive to throw down
their arms on deck and cry that they surrendered. Then the frigate's
boats were lowered; two rowed in our direction, while two put off
to the brig. There were only nine of us picked up, for from the
first broadside till we sank a heavy musketry fire had been poured
down upon the deck, and as we were not more than fifty yards away
from the frigate, the men had been just mowed down. We were all
ironed as soon as we were brought on board. After that we were
brought up one by one and questioned.

"'You are young to be engaged in such work as this,' the captain
said when my turn came.

"'I was forced into it against my will, sir,' I said.

"'Yes,' the captain said, 'I suppose so; that's the story each of
the prisoners tells. How long have you been with them?'

"'Less than six months, sir.'

"'How old are you?'

"'I am not seventeen yet. I was boy on board the Jane and William.
We were taken by the pirates on our way back from Rio, and all
except me killed or thrown overboard.'

"'And you bought your life by agreeing to sail with them, I suppose?'
the captain said contemptuously.

"'I did, sir,' I said; 'but I was the last they asked; all the
others had gone, and there warn't no one to back me up.'

"'Well, boy, you know what your fate will be,' the captain said;
'there's no mercy for pirates.'

"The next day the captain sent for me again, and I took heart a
little, for I thought if they had made up their minds to hang me
they wouldn't have questioned me.

"'Look here, lad,' the captain said; 'you are the youngest of the
prisoners, and less steeped in crime than any here, therefore I
will at once make you an offer. If you will direct us to the lair
of the pirates, I promise your life shall be spared.'

"'I don't know the latitude and longitudes sir,' I said, 'and I
doubt if any besides the captain and one or two others do, but I
know pretty well whereabout it is. We always set sail at night and
came in at night, and none was allowed on deck except the helmsman
and two or three old hands till morning; but when I was ashore and
on duty at the lookout I noticed three trees growing together just
at the edge of the cliff at the point where it was highest, two
miles away from the entrance to the cove. They were a big un and
two little uns, and I feel sure if I were to see them again I should
know them.'

"'Very well,' the captain said, 'I shall make for port at once,
and hand over the prisoners to the Spanish authorities, then I will
start on a cruise with you, and see if we can find your trees.'

"From the description I could give him of the islands we passed
after we had been at sea a few hours, and the time it took us to
sail from them to some known points, the captain was able to form
a sort of idea as to which group of islands it belonged to, and
when he had reached port and got rid of his prisoners, all of whom
were garroted--that's a sort of strangling, you know--by the
Spaniards, a week afterward, we set out again on our search for
the island."


"The frigate was again disguised as a merchantman, as, if she
had passed within sight of the island looking like a ship of war,
it would have put the pirates on their guard, and I had told the
captain there were guns enough at the mouth of the cove to blow
the ship's boats out of the water. As to the frigate getting in,
I knew she couldn't, for there was only just enough water at the
entrance for the pirate vessels to enter in. I was not in irons
now, but spent my time on deck; and a wretched time it was, I can
tell you, for not a sailor on board would speak to me.

"For three weeks we cruised about, sailing round island after
island, but at last as we were approaching one of them I saw the
three trees.

"'That's the place,' I said to the boatswain, who was standing near
me, and he carried the news to the quarterdeck, and brought back
word I was to go to the captain.

"You are sure those are the trees?'

"'Quite sure, sir.'

"'They answer to your description certainly,' the captain said.
'Keep her away, master, I don't want them to think we are steering
for the island.'

"The ship's course was altered, and she sailed along parallel with
the coast.

"'I beg your pardon, sir,' I said, touching my hat, 'but they have
got some wonderful good glasses up at the lookout, and if I might
make so bold I should say that they will make out that we have got
a lot more men on deck than a merchant ship would carry.'

"'You are right, lad,' the captain said, and he at once gave orders
that all hands with the exception of half a dozen should sit down
under the bulwarks or go below. The captain and first lieutenant
kept a sharp lookout through their glasses until we had passed the
end of the island. I pointed out to them the exact position of the
cove, but it was so shut in that even when I showed where it was,
it was as much as they could do to make it out.

"'Now, lad, do you know of any other landing places on the other
side of the island?'

"'No, sir, and I don't believe there is any,' says I. I know
the captain said to me the first day I was on shore, 'It's no use
your thinking of making a bolt, for there ain't no other place but
this where you could get to sea--not though you had twenty boats
waiting to take you off.' I expect that's why they chose it. Anyhow,
there never was any watch kept up on shore, though. I have no doubt
there was many a one who had been pressed into pirating just as I
was, to save their lives, would have made off had they seen ever
such a little chance of getting away.

"'Just come into the cabin with me,' says he; 'I want you to show
me exactly where are these batteries, and the position of the
village on shore.'

"The first lieutenant came too, and I drew them out a chart as well
as I could, showing them the position of things, and told them that
every evening a boom was floated across the entrance.

"'What sentries are there on at night?'

"'Four, sir; two close down to the water, one each side of the
cove, and two in the batteries at the top. That's the watch, but
besides there are six men sleep in each of the other batteries,
and six in each of the batteries inside.'

"'Tell me more about the place and the life you led there,' the
captain said, 'and then I shall understand the position of things

"So I spun him a regular yarn about the place and the people. I
told him about the captain's wife, and she being an English woman,
and how she was taken, which indeed was the way of most of the
women there.

"'I suppose that a good many of the men were pressed too,' the
captain said.

"'I expects so, sir; but when we were together on guard or on board
a ship I noticed we never talked of such things. It seemed to me as
if every one was trying to forget the past, and I think that made
them more brutal and bloody minded than they would have been. Every
one was afraid of every one else guessing as he wasn't contented,
and was wanting to get away, and so each carried on as bad as he

"'I dare say you are right, lad; it must be a terrible position
for a man to be in; but you see the law can make no distinctions.
If it wasn't thoroughly understood that if a man took up the life
of a pirate, whether willingly or unwillingly, he would assuredly
be executed if he was caught, we should have the sea swarming with
pirates. Now, lad, you know how this boom was fastened; can you
suggest any way that we could get over it or loosen it without
giving the alarm?'

"'There is no way, sir. One end is fastened by a big chain which
is fixed to a great shackle which is let into a hole in the rock
and fastened in there with lead; that's the fixed end of the boom.
The other end, which is swung backward and forward when the ships
go in port, has got a big chain too. It goes under an iron bar
which is bent, and the two ends fastened in a rock. When they want
to fix the boom the end of the chain is passed under this iron loop
and then fastened to some blocks and ropes worked from the battery
above, and the end of the chain is drawn up tight there, so that
there is no loosing the chain till that battery is taken.'

"'And you say the guns of the lower batteries at the inner point
sweep the entrance?'

"'They do, sir. There are ten of them on each side, twelve pounder
carronades, which are always charged, and crammed up to the muzzle
with bullets and nails and bits of iron. The batteries on the top
of the cliff at the entrance are the heaviest metal. They have got
twenty guns in each of them. They are loaded with round shot to
keep a vessel from approaching, though of course they could fire
grape into any boats they saw coming in.'

"'This does not seem an easy business by any means, Mr. Earnshaw,'
the captain said.

"'It does not, sir,' the lieutenant agreed in a dubisome sort of
way; 'but no doubt it can be done, sir--no doubt it can be done.'

"'Yes, but how?' the captain asked. 'You will be in command of the
boats, Mr. Earnshaw, and it will never do to attack such a place
as that without some sort of plan.'

"'What is the boom like, my lad?' the lieutenant asked; 'is it
lashed together?'

"'No, it is a solid spar,' I said. 'The entrance is not more than
forty feet wide, and the boom is part of the mainmast of a big

"'It seems to me,' said the lieutenant, 'that the only way to get
at it would be to go straight at the boom, the two lightest boats
to go first. The men must get on the spar and pull the boats over,
and then make a dash for the batteries; the heavy boats can follow

"'It would never do, Mr. Earnshaw,' the captain said. 'You forget
there are twelve guns loaded to the muzzle with grape and musketballs
all trained upon a point only forty feet across. Would it be possible
to land just outside the boom, lad, on one or both sides, and to
keep along the edge, or wade in the water to the batteries?'

"'No, sir, the rock goes straight up from the water both sides.'

"'Well, the two sentries, how do they get down to the water's edge?'

"'They are let down by rope from above, sir, and the rope is hauled
up as soon as they are down.'

"'This is a deuce of a place, Mr. Earnshaw,' the captain said. 'We
must do nothing hastily in this matter, or we shall only be throwing
away the lives of a lot of men, and failing in our object. I was
intending to sail on and not return for a week, for no doubt they
will be specially vigilant for a time after seeing a large ship pass
them. As it is, I will return tonight to the back of the island,
and will there leave the cutter and my gig. You will be in charge
of the cutter, and Mr. Escombe will take the gig. I shall then sail
away again before daylight; for although from what the lad said
there is no watch kept on that side of the island, it cannot be more
than three miles across, and any of the men or women might stroll
across or might from any high point in the island obtain a view that
way. You will make a thorough survey of all that side. The cliffs
certainly seem, so far as we could see them as we left the island,
as perpendicular as they are on the side we passed; but there may
be some place easier than another--some place where, by setting
our wits to work, we may make a shift to climb up. Get into the
island I will, if I have to blast a flight of steps up the cliff.'

"'I will do my best to find a place, sir,' the lieutenant said;
'and, if there isn't one, I will make one.'

"The lieutenant told me that I was to accompany him in the cutter,
and all was got ready for the trip. Water and a week's rations
of food were placed on board the boats; for in that climate there
was no saying when a gale might spring up, or how long the vessel
might be before she got back to pick up the boats.

"When we were fairly out of sight of the island we lay to till
it got dusk, and then her head was pointed back again. There was
scarce a breath of wind stirring, and the vessel went through the
water so slowly that a couple of hours later the captain ordered
the boats to be lowered, for he saw that if the wind didn't freshen
the ship could not get to the island, much less get away again,
before daylight. The oars were got out and off we started, and
after four hours' steady rowing, the lieutenant, who was steering
by compass, made out the land looming high above us. Another quarter
of an hour's row and we dropped our grapnels close to the foot of
the cliffs, and the men were told to get a sleep as well as they
could till morning.

"As soon as it was daylight we were off again and rowed to the end
of the island; for, as Mr. Earnshaw said to the third lieutenant,
we had best begin at the end and do the work thoroughly. When we
got to the point we turned and rowed back, keeping about two hundred
yards from the cliff, so that we could see well up. They were about
a hundred feet high--sometimes a little less, sometimes a good
bit more, and they went as straight up from the water's edge as
the cliffs at Dover, only there weren't no beach. It was deep water
right up to the foot.

"We went along very slowly, the men only just dipping their oars
into the water, and all of us watching every foot of the cliffs.
Sometimes we would stop altogether while the officers talked over
the possibility of any one climbing up at some place where the water
trickling down from the top had eaten away the face a little; but
not a goat in the world could have climbed up them, not to say men.
So we kept on till we got to the other end of the island, which
must have been five miles long. Not a place could we see.

"'Unless we are going to do as the captain said--blast steps up
the face of that rock--I don't believe it's to be done,' Lieutenant
Earnshaw said to Mr. Escombe. 'Well, there's nothing to do, lads,
but to row in and drop your grapnels again and wait till we see
the ship's lights tonight.'

"Although we rowed in to within an oar's length of the cliff,
there was eight fathoms of water when we dropped the grapnels. We
had been lying there an hour when the third lieutenant said:

"'I should think, Mr. Earnshaw, that if we were to bring the pinnace
with that four pounder gun in the bow and up end it, and with a
small charge fire a ball with a rope fastened to it up into that
clump of trees we saw just about the middle of the island, it might
get caught.'

"'So it might, Escombe, and the idea is a good one; but I doubt
whether there's a man on board ship could climb a rope swinging
like that against the face of those cliffs.'

"'He might if we used a knotted rope,' Mr. Escombe said.

"'I wouldn't mind making a try, yer honor,' one of the sailors
said, and half a dozen others volunteered their readiness to make
the attempt.

"'I will put it to the captain,' Mr. Earnshaw said; 'if he agrees, as
you were the first to volunteer, Jones, you shall have the chance.'

"The day was dead calm, so was the night that followed it; and
although we rowed back to the end of the island from which we had
come, no lights were to be seen that night.

"The next day passed slowly. The sun was hot; but toward evening
the lieutenant gave permission for the men to bathe; but warned
us that no man must go far from the boats, because there might be
sharks about. However, we didn't see none, and we enjoyed the dip,
and were in better humor still when we found that a light breeze
was springing up. It might have been about midnight when the men on
watch made out a light to seaward, and we weren't long in getting
up our grapnels and sitting our oars. In half an hour we were on
board, and were soon sailing away from the island again.

"The next night in we came again, and I saw that the third
lieutenant's plan was going to be adopted; in fact, I guessed so
before; for the sail makers had been at work with two light ropes
making a rope ladder, and the ship's smith had got some empty
shells on deck, and had made a shift to screw some iron eyes into
them for fixing ropes to. The gun was taken out of the pinnace
and a little mortar fixed in her, and half a dozen ropes, each a
hundred fathoms long, had knots put in them every two feet.

"The launch and the two cutters were lowered as well as the pinnace
this time, and the crews were armed with cutlass and pistol. I
went with them as before, as I should be wanted to guide them when
they got near the village. It was a bright starlight night without
haze, so that when we got close we could make out the outline of
the cliffs, and could see the thick wood growing on the top. When
we got within about a hundred yards of the cliffs the boat stopped

"'Don't use more powder than you can help, gunner,' Mr. Earnshaw
said. 'In the first place, we don't want to do more than carry out
the rope to its full length; in the next place, we don't want to
make more noise than we can help. What wind there is is fortunately
blowing seaward, and being so close under the cliff the sound will
be echoed back. At the same time the less noise the better.'

"'I will begin with very little, sir. If the ball don't go to the
top of the cliff I shall put a trifle more into the gun next time;
it's better to make a mistake on the right side.'

"A small quantity of powder was put in the mortar, which was only
a four inch one. Then a wad was put in, and a shell with one of
the knotted ropes fastened to it dropped in the top. The rope had
been coiled in a tub so as to run out easily. The gunner applied
the match. There was a dull report, and every man held his breath
to listen. There was a thud high up on the cliff and then a splash.

"'A few feet short of the top, I should say, gunner. You must put
in more next time, for the shell must go well up over the trees
and drop among them; otherwise it won't catch.'

"The gunner by the light of the lantern measured out half as much
powder again as he had used before, and then fired. This time we
heard no sound till there was a faint splash in the water.

"'The rope's gone, sir,' the gunner said, looking into the tub.
'There was a little too much this time.'

"'I don't think so,' Mr. Escombe said. 'I think that splash was the
end of the rope touching the water. In that case it will be just
right, a hundred feet up the cliffs, and five hundred feet among
the trees. No fear of the rope coming back to us.'

"It took us a quarter of an hour's search in the dark to find the
rope; but at last we came upon it, and sure enough there was only
four or five fathoms in the water.

"'Now, Jones,' Mr. Earnshaw said, 'it's your turn. Put that light
line over your shoulders, and when you get to the top haul on it
till you get up the rope ladder, and fasten that to a stout trunk
and give a low hail. We will hold the rope as steady as we can
below while you mount.'

"'Ay, ay, sir,' said the man, who was an active young chap; 'I will
be up there in a jiffy.'

"We fastened the lower end round one of the thwarts of the boat,
and then he began to climb. It was near five minutes before he got
to the top, for there were some nasty places where the cliff jutted
out, and the rope was hard against it; but presently the shaking
ceased, and a minute later the light line was hauled tight. There
was a low cheer in the boats, and then up went the rope ladder. A
minute or two later there was a hail from the top.

"'All taut, sir.'

"'I will go first,' Mr. Earnshaw said.

"Accordingly up he went, and one by one we followed, each waiting
for the signal that the one before him had got up, till all had gone
except the two told off as boat watch. Then the men of the launch
and cutters followed, and in about two hours they were all at the
top, and a lantern was shown to tell the ship we were there.

"We started at once across the island, Mr. Earnshaw keeping the
line by a pocket compass. It was rough work, though, and at last
the lieutenant said:

"'We make such a noise going through the bushes that we had better
wait till daylight, so just halt where you are, lads.'

"As soon as the first ray of light showed we were off again, and
an hour later reached the edge of the slope down to the cove.

"'Now, remember,' the lieutenant said, 'that no woman is to be hurt.
All the men who resist are to be shot or cut down; but you are to
take prisoners all who throw down their arms. Some of them may be
able to prove themselves less guilty than the rest. At any rate,
there is no fear of the Spanish authorities being too merciful.
These pirates have been the scourge of these seas for the last six

"Well, lad, there ain't much more to tell you. We took them completely
by surprise, and the men in the village were all knocked down and
bound, without firing a shot. The men in the batteries tried to
slew their guns round, but we didn't give 'em time. They fought
desperately, for they knew what their doom was, and there weren't
any prisoners taken there. As soon as the village was taken I went
straight with Mr. Escombe to the captain's house. His wife was
standing at the door, and she gave a little cry as she saw the British
uniforms, and ran a step or two to meet us, then she stopped, and
her arms dropped by her side.

"'What! you, Peter!' she said as we came up. 'Is it you who led
them here?'

"'Yes, ma'am, it was me,' says I, 'and the best thing I could do
for you, for you could not wish to stay here all your life with
just the people that are here.'

"'But what has happened?' she said. 'How is it you are here? What
has become of the schooner?'

"'The schooner is sunk, ma'am, and the brig is captured.'

"'And my husband?'

"'Well, ma'am, don't you take on, but your husband went down with
the schooner.'

"She tottered, and I thought she would have fallen, but Mr. Escombe
put his arm round her and led her to the house and left her there,
putting two sailors on guard to see as she wasn't disturbed. An
hour or two later the frigate was off the cove, and the captain
landed. We stopped a week there, and carried off all there was worth
taking; and I tell you there was enough to give every man Jack on
board a handsome share of prize money when the things came to be
sold afterward.

"Money, there was lots of it, all stored away in what they called
the treasure house, for money was no good there. Jewels and ornaments,
watches, and the things which they uses in them Catholic churches,
and all kinds of valuable things, and stores of silks and velvets
and all kinds of materials; and as to wine and such like, there
was enough to have lasted them for years, for from first to last
it was shown afterward that those fellows must have captured more
nor fifty vessels. Why they shouldn't have stopped ashore and enjoyed
what they got was a mystery to me. But I suppose they couldn't do
without excitement, and though every man talked of the time when
the treasure would be divided and they were to scatter, I don't
suppose as one ever expected as the time would really come.

"Well, arter everything was on board, and the women and children,
the place was burned, and we sailed for the nearest Spanish port.
We had had a sort of court martial on board the frigate, and two or
three young chaps like myself, and two men as was proved to have
been captured in the pirates' last cruise, and who hadn't been
to sea with them or taken part in any of their bloody doings, was
kept on board ship, and the rest was handed over to the Spanish
authorities. Most of them was garroted, and a few was condemned
to work on the roads for life. I and the others was taken back to
England in the frigate, whose foreign time was up, and when we got
to Portsmouth we was drafted into a regiment there, and lucky we
thought ourselves to get off so easy. The captain's wife and some
of the other white women came home to England on board the frigate.
She was very low at first, but she brightened up a good deal toward
the end of the voyage, which lasted two months. She grieved over
her husband, you see, but she couldn't but have felt that it was
all for the best. I heard afterward as how two years after she
married Mr. Earnshaw, who by that time had got to be a captain.
So that, you see, my lad, is how I came to fight under the black
flag first and then to be a soldier of the queen. I didn't mean it
to be sich a long yarn, but when I once began it all came back to
me, and you see, I haven't spoken of it for years. You don't think
altogether as I was very wrong, I hope."

"I thank you very much for your story, sergeant," Jack replied. "I
only wish it had been longer; and although it's very easy to say
that a man ought to die rather than consent to be a pirate, I don't
think there are many lads who would choose death if they were placed
as you were."

"I am glad you think that, young un; it's always been a sore point
with me, I have done my duty since, and no one can say as he's ever
seen Sergeant Edwards show the white feather. But the thought that
that once I did not act as a brave man would have done has always
troubled me."

The next day, as the sea went down, and the recruits recovered from
the effects of the confinement and sickness, they again began to
talk among themselves. The fact that all the other vessels of the
fleet were out of sight naturally encouraged them. Jack observed,
however, that the call to parade on deck was answered with more
quickness than before, and the exercises were gone through with
a painstaking steadiness greater than had been shown since the
embarkation. When the men were dismissed from parade Jack remarked
this to the sergeant.

"Ay, ay, lad, I noticed it too," the sergeant said, shaking his
head, "and in my opinion it's a bad sign. They want to throw the
officers off their guard. It's a pity you have been seen talking
so much to me, because, of course, they won't say anything when you
are listening; but one or two of the men who came into the regiment
with me have dropped a word as they happened to pass this morning
that they wanted to have a word if they could get one without being
noticed, so I hope to hear a little more tonight."

That evening, before going below, Jack had an hour's talk with
Sergeant Edwards.

"It's just as I thought," the latter said, "they've got an idea
of seizing the ship. The men I spoke of managed to get a few words
with me this evening. They don't know anything about piracy. All
they have heard is that there is a proposal to seize the ship and
to carry her into one of the northern ports of Spain, where the
men will land and give up their arms to the Spanish authorities,
and then either disperse and make their way home by twos and threes
as best they can, or they will take service with the King of Spain,
who, they think, will pay them a deal better than the English

"A part of the crew are in the scheme. These, the men tell me, do
not intend to land, but only tell the others that they shall sail
away. That's about what I thought would be. The greater part of these
fellows only wants to get quickly home again, while the sailors,
who may want to go abuccaneering, would not care about having the
soldiers with them. I shall give a hint to the captain of my company
tonight as to what is going on, but I don't much expect he will
pay any attention to it. Officers never believe these things till
it is too late, and you see I can't give them any names yet or
prove what I say; besides, likely enough, any inquiry set on foot
would only bring the matter to a head. We must wait till we know
something sure.

"You keep your ears open, my boy, and your eyes too, and I will do
the same. If it comes, and you see a chance of warning the captain
of the ship or the first lieutenant in time, you do it; but don't
you do it if you don't think there's time enough, or if you can't
do it without being seen. If it's too late, and you are found
out, they would just chuck you overboard or knock you on the head,
and you will have done no good after all, and perhaps only caused
bloodshed. Like enough, if matters go quietly, there won't be no
bloodshed, and the officers and those who stick to them will just
be turned adrift in the boats, or maybe handed over to the Spanish
at the port they go into as prisoners."

Jack promised to follow the sergeant's instructions, and went
below. He thought that the men were unusually quiet, and taking
his blanket--for although some of the soldiers slept in hammocks,
the majority lay on the deck wrapped in their blankets--he lay
down by the side of a gun whose port had been opened to admit air
between decks. After thinking the matter over for some time, and
wondering what would be the end of it, he dropped off into a light

Presently he was aroused by a confused sound. Looking round cautiously,
he saw by the dim light of the lantern that most of the men were
on their feet. Some of them were taking down their firearms from
the arm racks; small groups were stooping over some of the sleeping
figures; and to the mast, close to which one of the lanterns hung,
two or three men were bound, and two soldiers with pikes were standing
by them. The crisis, then, had come, and Jack at once proceeded to
carry out the plan he had thought out after he lay down.

Very quietly he crawled out through the porthole, and then raised
himself and stood on the muzzle of the gun. There he could reach
the foot of the shrouds of the foremast, which happened to be
immediately above the port. He swung himself up, and, placing his
hands on the edge of the bulwark, cautiously looked over.

At present all was quiet there; the signal from below had not been
given, and the troops on deck--for, owing to the numbers on board,
one fourth were always on deck in fine weather--were standing
about or sitting in groups. Keeping his feet on the ledge which
ran round level with the deck, and his fingers on the top of the
bulwark, Jack managed to edge his way aft until he reached the
line of the quarterdeck. Here the line of the bulwark ceased, the
cabins of the officers rising, as was usual in those days, in a
double tier high about the waist.

The nearest porthole, which was open, was but three feet long, and
Jack, reaching forward, put one hand in it and continued his way.
The porthole was but just large enough for him to squeeze through.
Looking in before he attempted it he saw an officer asleep immediately
below him. It was the ensign of his own company. Leaning in he
touched him gently. After one or two attempts, the young officer
opened his eyes, saying, "What is it? It's not morning yet."

"Hush, sir," Jack said earnestly; "I am Jack Stilwell of your
company. There is a mutiny, sir, forward. Please help me in, I want
to warn the captain of the ship, and he will know what to do."

The young officer leaped from his bunk and assisted Jack to enter.

"I will come with you," he said, hastily dragging on his trousers
and coat. "Are you sure of what you say?"

"Quite sure, sir; the noncommissioned officers are bound; it may
begin at any moment."

The ensign led the way to the captain's cabin, which he opened and
entered without ceremony.

"What is it?" the captain exclaimed. The ensign said who he was,
and Jack repeated his story.

"The dogs!" the captain said, "we will teach them a lesson. Let me
see, the second lieutenant is on duty; rouse all the other officers;"
and he himself assisted them to do so. In a minute or two they were
gathered hastily attired, with sword and pistol, in the captain's

"Do you, Mr. Hartwell," the captain said, addressing the first
lieutenant, "go below and rouse the boatswain and petty officers,
and bid them get together all the men they can depend upon, arm them
quietly, and be ready to rush on deck the instant a stir is heard
forward among the soldiers. Any man who disobeys orders, shoot him
instantly. Do you, sir," he said to the second officer, "go to the
magazine with four of the midshipmen, open it and bring up charges
of grape for the guns on the quarterdeck. Be as quick as you can.
Now, gentlemen, the rest of us will make our way up quietly, one
by one, to the quarterdeck. Go well aft, so that the men in the
waist will not notice you. Directly the cartridges come up we will
load the guns, and be in readiness to slew them across the deck;
and in the mean time, if they should attack before we are ready,
we must hold the ladders to the last."

One by one the officers stole out from the cabin with bare feet,
and made their way up to the quarterdeck, until some thirty of
them were gathered there, being all the officers of the regiment,
the naval officers, and midshipmen. The night was a dark one, and
this was accomplished without the movement being noticed by any of
those in the waist of the ship.


The moments passed slowly and anxiously, for if the mutineers
were to pour up from below before the cartridges arrived and the
lieutenant had got the petty officers and men on whom they could
rely ready for action, it was improbable that the officers would
be able successfully to oppose the rush of the men, armed as these
would be with matchlock and pike.

The mutineers, however, believing that there was no occasion to
hurry, were quietly carrying out their intentions. The noncommissioned
officers had all been seized, tied, and placed under sentries,
whose orders were to pike them if they uttered a word. A strong
guard had been placed at the foot of the gangway to prevent any of
the soldiers who were not in the plan from going on deck and giving
the alarm. The muskets were not loaded, as on embarkation all ball
cartridges had, as usual, been stowed away in the magazine; but
they reckoned upon obtaining possession of this at the first rush.
The ringleaders proceeded to form the men in fours, so that they
could pour on to the deck in military order. The men of each company
were told off to separate work. Two companies were to clear the
decks, where, on their appearance, they would be joined by their
comrades there, and to overpower any sailors who might offer

Another company was to run down and secure the magazine, and, breaking
it open, to serve out cartridges to all. Two other companies were
to rush aft and overpower the officers; the sixth and seventh were
to form round the head of the hatchway leading to the decks where
the sailors slept, and to allow only those to come on deck who
had entered into the plot. The other three companies were already
on deck. The arrangements were excellent, but the care taken in
preparing for them, and the necessity for doing this in silence lest
the stir should be heard and an alarm be given on deck, occupied
time which the officers were turning to advantage.

As soon as the captain and naval men had gained the quarterdeck they
threw off the lashings of the guns, and had all in readiness for
running them in and taking them aft to the edge of the quarterdeck.
There was a deep sensation of relief as one after another the
midshipmen joined them, each carrying three cartridges of grape,
and followed by the gunner with four more. The lieutenant was to
stay below to lead the sailors on to the deck.

The gunner brought a message saying that all was well. Many of
the sailors were found to have turned into their hammocks without
undressing, and to have hand pikes or cutlasses concealed beneath
the clothes. These, however, had been surprised and taken without
the slightest noise; as, on finding a lantern on one side of their
heads and a pistol on the other, each had submitted without the
slightest resistance. All these had been sent down to the hold
below, and a guard placed over them. The guns were loaded and the
whole of the officers divided among them in readiness to run them
forward. Four or five minutes passed, then a shout was heard forward
and a low rush of many feet.

In an instant the four guns on the quarterdeck were run across.
While this was being done there was a clashing of swords, shouts,
and a noise of conflict heard forward, and at the same time a
loud cheer arose, while from the after hatchway a dark body of men
rushed up on to the deck and formed across it. Some midshipmen,
who had been told off for the duty, ran up from the officers' cabin
with lighted lanterns, which were ranged along at the edge of the

There was a rush aft of the mutineers, but these recoiled astonished
at the sight of the pikes which confronted them, and the line of
sailors four deep across the deck, while at the same moment the
light of the lanterns showed them the officers on the quarterdeck,
and the four guns pointed threateningly toward them. For a moment
a silence of astonishment and dismay succeeded the uproar which
had preceded it, then the captain's voice was heard:

"Down with your arms, you mutinous dogs, or I will blow you into
the air. It is useless to resist. We are prepared for you, and you
are without ammunition. Throw down the arms on the decks, every
man of you, before I count three, or I fire. One--two--"

There was a loud clattering of arms, mingled with shouts of--"We
surrender; don't fire, sir, don't fire."

"It's all over," the captain said grimly. "Mr. Hartwell, march your
men forward, shoot any scoundrel instantly whom you find with arms
in his hands, collect all the weapons and bring them aft.

"Now, Colonel Clifford," he said, turning to the officer in command
of the regiment, "if you go below with the officers, you can unloose
the noncommissioned officers; they will be able to point out to
you the ringleaders in this business. They had better be ironed
at once and put into the hold. You will have no more trouble now,
I fancy."

In ten minutes the whole of the arms had been collected and stored
up, the noncommissioned officers had pointed out some twenty of the
ringleaders, and these were safely in irons below, while a strong
guard of armed sailors was placed between decks to see that there
was no renewal of insubordinate conduct. There was, however, no
fear of this; the men were thoroughly cowed and humiliated by the
failure of their plan, and each was occupied only in hoping that
he had not been sufficiently conspicuous to be handed over in the
morning to join the prisoners below.

There was no more sleep that night on board the ship. After
breakfast two courts martial were held, the one by the naval, the
other by the military officers. The latter sentenced two men, who
were convicted on the testimony of the noncommissioned officers as
having been the leaders, to be hung, and the sentence was at once
carried out. The regiment was formed in close order on deck unarmed
and witnessed the execution of their comrades, who were hung up to
the extremities of the main yard. The other prisoners were sentenced
to two hundred lashes apiece--a punishment which was, according
to the ideas of the time, very lenient, such a punishment being
frequently administered for comparatively trifling offenses, and
the prisoners considered themselves fortunate in escaping hanging,
for which, indeed, they had prepared themselves.

Previous to the administration of their punishment the colonel
addressed the men, and told them that all the ringleaders had been
found guilty and sentenced to death, but that the members of the
court martial had agreed with him that, considering the youth and
inexperience of the offenders and the whole circumstances of the
case, it would be possible to remit the death sentence, confident
that the prisoners and the whole of the regiment would recognize
the leniency with which they had been treated, and would return to
their duty with a firm and hearty determination to do all in their
power to atone for their misconduct, and to show themselves true
and worthy soldiers of the queen. If this was the case, no further
notice would be taken of the error; but at the same time he warned
them that he had by him a long list of men who had taken a prominent
part in the affair, and that the first time any of these misconducted
themselves they might be well assured that no mercy would be shown
to them.

The naval court martial showed no greater severity than that
administered by the military officers. The vessel was short handed,
and moreover the officers did not wish the stigma to attach to
the ship of a serious mutiny among the crew. Had any of these been
hung, the matter must have been reported; but as none of the crew
had absolutely taken part in the rising, however evident it was
that they intended to do so, no sentences of death were passed.
But a number of the men were sentenced to be flogged more or less
severely, those who had but lately been pressed getting off with
comparatively light punishments, while the heaviest sentences were
passed on the older hands concerned in the affair.

The arms of the troops continued to be kept under a strong guard
until, ten days later, the rest of the fleet were seen, just as
the northern point of Portugal was made out. A few hours later the
fleet was united; and the next day, the wind dying entirely away,
Colonel Clifford proceeded in a boat to the flagship to report to
the Earl of Peterborough the mutiny which had taken place in his
regiment, and its successful suppression.

Immediately the mutiny had been put down Jack Stilwell had stolen
away and rejoined the soldiers forward; and although there was
much wonder among the men as to how the affair had been discovered,
none suspected him of having betrayed them, and believed that the
officers must have been warned by some word incautiously let drop
in their hearing. Only to Sergeant Edwards did Jack reveal what
had taken place.

"Do you know, lad, I guessed as you had had a hand in the business
somehow. When I was standing tied up against the mast I had to keep
my mouth shut; but I had the use of my eyes, and I could not make
you out among them. I might have missed you, of course; but your
company was formed up close to where I was standing, and I thought
I should have seen you if you had been there. I could not think
what had become of you; but when the men came pouring down again
without their arms, and I heard them cursing and swearing because
the sailors and the officers and all was found in readiness to
receive them, it somehow came to my mind as that you was at the
bottom of it--though how, I could not for the life of me make
out, for I knew you had gone below when I did."

"I wish, sergeant, that when you are examined, as you will be about
this affair, you will ask Captain Curtis to ask the colonel not to
let it be known publicly that it was I who warned him, for my life
would be unbearable among the men if they knew it. And if it didn't
happen before, it would be certain that the first time we went into
action I should get a bullet in my back."

"You are right there, my lad. I will tell the captain. You may be
sure your conduct won't be overlooked; but at present, as you say,
the less said about it the better."

An hour after Colonel Clifford had gone on board the flagship the
boat returned with orders that Private Stilwell, of D Company, was
to go back with them. The order was given to Captain Curtis, who
sent first for Sergeant Edwards.

"Go forward, sergeant, and tell Stilwell that he is to go on board
the flagship. No doubt the colonel has spoken to the general. Tell
the lad apart, and let him make his way aft here to the gangway
quietly, so that he won't be noticed. If any of the men happen to
see him going off in the boat, they may suppose that the colonel
has only sent for some man who can write; and naturally if the
captain had ordered me to choose a man, I should have picked him

On reaching the deck of the flagship Jack was conducted to the
admiral's cabin. At the head of the table was seated a man whom
Jack recognized at once, from the description he had heard of him,
as the Earl of Peterborough. He was small and very spare in person,
his features were pleasant, his nose somewhat prominent, his eye
lively and penetrating. He had laid aside the immense wig which,
in accordance with the custom, he wore when abroad or at court in
England; and Jack saw his hair, which was light brown and somewhat
scanty. The admiral of the fleet sat next to him; for although
Peterborough had the command of the expedition both at land and sea,
an admiral was in command of the fleet under him. Colonel Clifford
was seated on the earl's left, and several other naval and military
officers were at the table.

"Well, young man," Peterborough said, "Colonel Clifford has been
telling us that it is due to you that I have not a regiment the
less under my orders, and that her majesty has not lost a ship from
the list of her navy. He says that the whole thing was so quickly
done that he has not been able to learn the full particulars from
you, and that he has abstained from questioning you because you
did not wish any suspicion to be excited among the men of the part
you played in it. Now, please to tell me the whole history of the

Jack thereupon related how his suspicions had been aroused by
Sergeant Edwards, who was only waiting for sufficient opportunity
and a certainty of information to divulge the plot to the officers.
He then related his awaking as the mutiny began, and the steps he
had taken to warn the officers. When he had done, the earl said:

"You have acted smartly and well, young man; you have shown
promptness, courage, and fidelity. You speak above your rank. What
is your parentage?"

"My father was a clergyman, sir," Jack said, "but being dispossessed
of his living in the troubles, could not make his case known on
the return of King Charles; but he supported himself by teaching,
and gave me such education as he could, in hope that I too should
enter the ministry. But my thoughts did not incline that way; and
when he died, and also my mother, I thought of going to sea, when
it happened that I was pressed for a soldier. And seeing that it
was so, I made up my mind to make the best of things."

"And you have done so, young man; and right glad am I that your
education and parentage are such that I can reward you as I should
wish. I give you a discharge now from your regiment and appoint
you ensign. You will at present form one of my staff; and glad am
I to have so dashing and able a young officer ready to hand for
any perilous service I may require."

On the 20th of June the fleet sailed up the Tagus.

Jack had not returned on board his ship.

"Better stop here," the earl said. "If you went back, and they
heard you were promoted, likely enough some of them might toss you
overboard on a dark night. We will set the tailors at once to work
to rig you up an undress uniform. You can get a full dress made
at Lisbon. Not that you will be wanting to wear that much, for we
have come out for rough work; still, when we ride triumphantly into
any town we have taken, it is as well to make a good impression
upon the Spanish donnas. And, say what they will, fine feathers go
a long way toward making fine birds. Do you write a good hand?"

"I think I write a pretty fair one, sir."

"That is good. I write a crabbed stick myself, and there's nothing
I hate more than writing; and as for these young gentlemen, I don't
think they will be of much use for that sort of thing. However, I
shan't have a great deal of it. But you shall act as my secretary
when necessary."

The earl's orders to the tailors were peremptory to lose no time
in fitting Jack with an undress suit, and in twenty-four hours he
was able to join the mess of the young officers and volunteers who
accompanied the general. These were all young men of good family;
and having heard how Jack had saved the ship from mutiny, they
received him among them with great heartiness, which was increased
when they found that he was well educated and the son of a gentleman.

It was a great satisfaction to Jack, that owing to the kindness
and generosity of the earl, he was able to pay his expenses at mess
and to live on equal terms with them; for the general had dropped
a purse with a hundred guineas into his hand, saying:

"This will be useful to you, lad, for you must live like the other
officers. I owe it to you many times over for having saved me that
regiment, upon whose equipment and fitting out I had spent well
nigh a hundred times that sum."

Some of the officers were but little older than Jack, and by the
time the ship dropped anchor in the Tagus he was quite at home with

"What a lovely city!" he said as he leaned over the bulwark and
looked at the town standing on the steep hills sloping down to the

"Yes, indeed," Graham, one of the young officers, agreed. "But
I fancy the Portuguese are but poor creatures. The Earl of Galway
writes in his dispatches that they are great at promises, but he
finds he can expect little assistance from them."

"Have you any idea whether we are going to land here?"

"No; wherever we land, you may be sure it won't be here. The Earl
of Galway has been here two or three months, and he has some good
regiments with him. Our chief would be losing his position did we
land here, as he has a separate command, and would of course be
under Galway if the forces were joined. The Dutch fleet is to be
here in a day or two, and the Archduke Charles sailed a fortnight
before we did; and as we have made a very slow voyage of it, he
ought to have been here long ago. What a talk there will be! What
with the archduke, and the Portuguese, and the Dutch, and the Prince
of Hesse Darmstadt, and the Earls of Galway and Peterborough, and
probably every one of them with his own ideas and opinions, it will
be hard to come to any arrangement. Besides there will be dispatches
from the British court, and the court of the Netherlands, and the
Austrian emperor, all of whom will probably differ as to what is
the best thing to be done. There will be a nice to do altogether.
There's one thing to be said, our chief can out talk them all; and
he can say such disagreeable things when he likes that he will be
likely to get his own way, if it's only to get rid of him. There
goes his boat into the water. What an impatient fellow he is, to
be sure."

No sooner had Peterborough landed than he turned all his energies
to obtain the supplies which had been denied to him at home, and
after much difficulty he succeeded in borrowing a hundred thousand
pounds from a Jew named Curtisos on treasury bills on Lord Godolphin,
with the condition that the lender should be given the contract
for the supply of provisions and other requisites for the army. The
day that the earl had carried out this arrangement he returned on
board radiant. Hitherto he had been terribly out of temper, and
Jack, who had become his amanuensis, had written at his dictation
many very sharp notes to every one with whom he had come in contact.
As soon as he came on board he sent for Jack to his cabin.

"Sit down, Mr. Stilwell. I have a dispatch for you to write to the
lord treasurer. I have got my money, so that difficulty is at an
end. It is glorious! I couldn't get a penny out of them before I
sailed, now I have got as much as I want. I would give a thousand
guineas out of my own pocket to see Godolphin's face when he reads
my dispatch, and finds that he's got to honor bills for a hundred
thousand pounds; it will be better than any comedy that ever was
acted. How the pompous old owl will fret and fume! But he will
have to find the money for all that. He can't begin the campaign by
dishonoring bills of her majesty's general, or no one would trust
us hereafter. You haven't seen my lord treasurer, Mr. Stilwell?"

"No, sir, I have not been at court at all."

"That's a pity," the earl said; "for you lose the cream of the
joke. Now, I shall go on shore tomorrow and get everything that
is wanted, and then the sooner we are off the better; we have been
here a fortnight, and I am sick of the place."

Jack was by no means sick of Lisbon, for he enjoyed himself vastly.
The town was full of troops--English, Dutch, and Portuguese.
Of an evening there were fetes and galas of all kinds, and as the
earl always attended these, Jack and the other young officers were
permitted to go ashore either in full uniform to take part in the
fetes, or to enjoy themselves according to their fancies.

As Graham had predicted, it was some time before any conclusion
was arrived at as to the destination of the fleet. Several councils
were held, but no decision was come to. Peterborough's orders were
so vague that he could use his own discretion. He had, indeed, been
recommended to prevail upon the Archduke Charles to accompany him
and to proceed to Italy, where he was to form a junction with Victor
Amadeus, Duke of Savoy, who was sorely pressed by the armies of

A messenger, however, arrived by sea with an order from the
queen that the fleet should proceed to the coast of Catalonia, in
consequence of information which had been sent to the British court
of the favorable disposition of the Catalans toward the Archduke
Charles. This was in accordance with the counsel which the Prince
of Hesse Darmstadt had been strenuously urging, and his recent
success in the capture and subsequent defense of Gibraltar gave
weight to his words and effaced the recollection of his failure
before Barcelona in the previous year.

The final decision rested in a great measure with the Archduke
Charles, who at last decided to proceed with Lord Peterborough
and land upon the coast of Spain and test the disposition of his
Valencian and Catalan subjects. The reasons for Peterborough's
falling in with the decision to move on Barcelona are explained
in a dispatch which he dictated to Sir George Rooke on the 20th of

"Upon the letter of my Lord Godolphin and the secretary of state,
the King of Spain, his ministers, and my Lord Galway and myself have
concluded there was no other attempt to be made but upon Catalonia,
where all advices agree that six thousand men and twelve hundred
horse are ready expecting our arrival with a general goodwill of
all the people. The Portuguese have entirely refused to join in
any design against Cadiz, and by a copy of my Lord Galway's letter
you will find he is in an utter despair of their attempting anything
this year, and that by our instructions it will appear that there
is no other enterprise left for our choice."

Peterborough's military force was, however, wholly insufficient
for such an enterprise. He prevailed upon Lord Galway to give him
a part of Lord Raby's and General Cunningham's regiments of English
dragoons, although the Portuguese strenuously opposed this being
done. Their conduct, indeed, at this time was very similar to that
which they adopted a hundred years later toward the Duke of Wellington,
throwing every conceivable obstacle in the English commander's way,
and opposing every plan of action which he suggested. Many of the
dragoons were without horses, but Lord Peterborough mounted them
on animals which he bought with some of the money he had procured
from Curtisos.

The Prince of Hesse Darmstadt went on ahead to Gibraltar to arrange
for a portion of the garrison to accompany the expedition. On the
28th of July the Archduke Charles embarked with Lord Peterborough
on board the Ranelagh, and an hour later the fleet put to sea.
Off Tangiers they were joined by the squadron under Sir Cloudesley
Shovel, and a few days later they reached the Bay of Gibraltar.

Here they found that the Prince of Hesse Darmstadt had arranged
that the battalion of the guards, with three other veteran regiments
that had borne part in the gallant defense of the fortress, were
to be embarked, and two of the newly raised corps Lord Peterborough
had brought out from England were to take their place in the garrison.
The regiment to which Jack had belonged was one of these. As soon
as he heard the news ho took the first opportunity of speaking to
the earl.

"I have a favor to ask, sir."

"What is that, lad?"

"It is, sir, that Sergeant Edwards, who, if you remember, advised
me about warning the officers of the mutiny, should be transferred
to one of the regiments coming on board."

"Certainly, my lad; I had not forgotten him. I truly wish that he
had sufficient education to give him a commission. I sent to inquire
of his colonel, but finding that he could not read or write, and
that he would be out of place among the officers, I could not do
it; but I will gladly take him with us on active service. It would
be hard on a good soldier to be left behind with that mutinous set
of rascals."

Jack had already heard from Sergeant Edwards, whom he had met several
times on shore at Lisbon, and who had rejoiced most heartily at
his promotion, that Lord Peterborough had sent him, through the
colonel, a purse of fifty guineas as a reward for his conduct.

Jack immediately proceeded in a boat to his old vessel, with an
order from the earl that the sergeant should be at once transferred
into one of the regiments coming on board. The sergeant was delighted,
for orders had already been received for the regiment to disembark
and form part of the garrison.

An hour later the Archduke Charles landed, amid the thunder of the
guns of the fleet and fortress, for here for the first time he was
acknowledged as and received the honor due to the King of Spain.
There was but little delay--Lord Peterborough's energy hurried
every one else forward, and on the 5th of August the fleet again
put to sea, the king and the Prince of Hesse Darmstadt accompanying

The winds were contrary, and it was not till the 11th that
they anchored in Altea Bay, at the mouth of the Guadalaviar, on
the Valencian coast. On the other side of the roadstead stood the
castle and village of Denia. The expedition was received with good
will by the people, who hated the ascendency of France at Madrid
and were bitterly jealous of Castile.

As soon as the fleet anchored Peterborough caused a manifesto to be
distributed among the people disclaiming any idea of aggrandizement
on the part of Great Britain or her allies, or any intention of
injuring the persons or property of Spaniards who were the lawful
subjects of King Charles III.

"We come," said he, "to free you from the insupportable yoke of the
government of foreigners, and from the slavery to which you have
been reduced and sold to France by ill designing persons."

Several of the Spanish followers of the king landed to encourage
the people, among them General Basset y Ramos, an active officer
who was a Valencian by birth. The people rapidly assembled from the
surrounding country and lined the shore shouting "Long live King
Charles III!"

Abundant supplies of provisions were sent off to the fleet, for
which, however, Peterborough insisted upon liberal payment being

A detachment of British infantry was landed to cover the operation of
watering the fleet. The insurrection spread rapidly, and a thousand
of the peasants seized the town of Denia for the king. A frigate and
two bomb vessels crossed the bay and threatened the castle. This,
although a magnificent pile of building, was but weakly fortified,
and after a few shots had been fired it surrendered, and General
Ramos with four hundred regular troops from the fleet landed and
took possession, and amid the enthusiasm of the population Charles
III was for the first time on Spanish ground proclaimed King of
Spain and of the Indies.

The Earl of Peterborough now proposed a plan of the most brilliant
and daring kind, and had his advice been taken the war would probably
have terminated in a very short time, by securely seating Charles
III upon the Spanish throne. Madrid was distant but fifty leagues
from Altea Bay. Requena was the only town of strength that lay in
the way; the rich country would have afforded ample provision and
means of transport, and these the friendly portion of the people
would have placed at the disposal of the army.

In the whole of Central Spain there was no force which could
oppose him. All the troops of Philip were either on the frontier
of Portugal or occupying the disaffected cities of the north. At
Madrid there were but a few troops of horse; in a week then, and
possibly without shedding a drop of blood, Charles might have been
proclaimed king in the capital of Spain. The plan was, of course,
not without danger. Marshal Tesse, with an overwhelming force, would
threaten the left of the advancing army, and the garrisons of the
northern cities, if united, could march with equal superiority of
force upon its right; but Tesse would be followed by Lord Galway
and the allied and Portuguese army, while Barcelona and the other
strongholds of Catalonia would rise if their garrisons were withdrawn.

Even in the case of failure Peterborough could have retired safely
through Valencia and have re-embarked on board the fleet, or could
have marched to Gibraltar. The scheme was at once daring and judicious,
but the Archduke Charles was slow and timid, and was controlled by
the advice of his even slower and more cautious German advisers,
and neither argument nor entreaty on the part of Peterborough
could suffice to move him. The earl was in despair at so brilliant
an opportunity being thrown away, and expressed himself with the
greatest of bitterness in his letters home as to the impossibility
of carrying out movements when embarrassed by the presence of the
king and by the incapacity of the king's advisers.

However, finding that nothing could be done he re-embarked his
troops, and the fleet sailed for Barcelona. It was not however,
thought probable that a successful attempt could be made upon
so strongly fortified a city, and it was determined that if upon
inspection the chances of success should appear slight, the fleet
and army should at once proceed, as originally intended, to the
assistance of the Duke of Savoy.


The city of Barcelona, one of the most populous and important in
Spain, is not naturally a place of great strength. It is situated
on a plain close to the sea, and its defenses, although extensive,
were not very formidable against a strong army provided with a
siege train. To hold them fully required a much larger force than
was disposable for the defense. The garrison was, however, fully
equal in strength to the force of Peterborough, and should have
been able to defend the city against an army vastly exceeding their
own numbers. Ten bastions and some old towers protected the town
toward the north and east; between the city and the sea was a long
rampart with an unfinished ditch and covered way; while to the west,
standing on a lofty elevation, the castle of Montjuich overlooked
and guarded the walls of the city.

From the center of the sea face a mole projected into the water,
guarding a small harbor. The country round the town was fertile
and beautiful, carefully cultivated and watered by streams flowing
from the neighboring mountains. At the distance of about a league
from the shore the land rises into an amphitheater of hills thickly
dotted with small towns, villages, and country seats.

As soon as the allied fleet had anchored the garrison commenced a
cannonade from the mole and from a battery close to the sea upon
some of the transports nearest to the shore; but their shot did
not reach the vessels, and the fire soon ceased. The east wind,
however, proved more troublesome than the enemy's fire, and the
ships rolled heavily from the sea which came in from the east.

The Prince of Hesse Darmstadt with two frigates put into the harbor
of Mataro for the purpose of obtaining intelligence. He found
that in the neighboring town of Vich the people had risen for King
Charles, and putting himself in communication with their leaders he
advised them to march upon the coast and cooperate with the forces
about to land. On his way to rejoin the fleet the prince chased
two Neapolitan galleys, which managed to get safely into Barcelona.

They had on board the Duke and Duchess of Popoli, M. d'Abary,
a French officer of distinction, and forty other young gentlemen,
partisans of the Duke d'Anjou, and destined for employment in
different parts of Spain. They were now, however, detained in the
city by the governor to assist in its defense.

The first glance into the state of affairs gave the Earl of
Peterborough such an unfavorable impression that he at once objected
to the proposed attack.

The governor, Don Francisco Velasco, was a brave and distinguished
officer, the garrison equaled his own force in numbers, the town
was well supplied with provisions and stores, and, in order to
add to the difficulties of the besiegers, orders had been given to
destroy all the forage in the surrounding country which could not
be conveyed within the walls. Any Austrian sympathies the inhabitants
might possess were effectually suppressed by the power and vigilance
of the governor. The besieging army was far too small to attempt
a blockade, while the chances of an assault upon an equal force
behind well armed defenses seemed almost desperate.

The engineers declared that the difficulties of a regular siege
were enormous, if not insurmountable, and that the only vulnerable
point was covered by a bog, where the transport of cannon or the
formation of works would be impossible. Above all, the principal
hope of the expedition had failed. The adherents of Charles had
assured him that the whole country would rise in his favor on the
arrival of the fleet, and that the town itself would probably open
its gates to receive him. These promises had, like all others he
had received from his Spanish friends, proved delusive. Few of the
peasantry appeared to receive them on the coast, and these were
unarmed and without officers.

The earl's instructions, although generally quite indefinite, were
stringent upon one point. He was on no account to make the slightest
alteration in the plans of the expedition, or to take any decisive
step for their accomplishment, without the advice of the council of
war. This would have been in any case embarrassing for a general;
in the present instance it was calculated altogether to cripple
him. There was but little harmony among the chief officers. The
English military officers were by no means on good terms with each
other, while the naval officers regarded almost as an insult Lord
Peterborough's being placed in command of them. The English hated
the German officers and despised the Dutch. Lord Peterborough himself
disliked almost all his associates, and entertained a profound
contempt for any one whose opinion might differ from that which he
at the moment might happen to hold.

It was impossible that good could come from a council of war composed
of such jarring elements as these. However, Lord Peterborough's
instructions were positive, and on the 16th of August, 1705, he
convened a council of war on board the Britannia, consisting of
nine generals and a brigadier, with two colonels on the staff. The
king and the Prince of Hesse Darmstadt were present, but took no
part in the deliberations. Singularly enough the council proved
unanimous in their opinion that Barcelona should not be attacked.
The reasons for the decision were drawn up and put on record. The
council pointed out all the difficulties which existed, and declared
the strength of the allied army to be only nineteen battalions of
foot and two cavalry regiments, of whom no more than seven thousand
men were fit for action, and only one hundred and twenty dragoon
horses had survived the voyage in serviceable condition.

The decision of the council was most opposed to the hopes and wishes
of Charles and the Prince of Hesse Darmstadt, and they addressed
letters of strong remonstrance to Lord Peterborough, urging that
to abandon the expedition at this juncture would be alike fatal to
the common cause and discreditable to the British arms.

Meanwhile, however, the greater part of the troops had landed
without opposition; but the sea broke with such force on the beach
that much difficulty had been experienced in getting ashore. The
landing place had been well chosen by Lord Peterborough and Sir
Cloudesley Shovel. It was about two miles east of the city, near a
place called Badalona, and close to the mouth of the little river
Basoz. The transports were moored in as close as possible, and the
boats of the fleet carried three thousand men ashore each trip.

In five hours fifteen battalions were landed without the loss of
a man. A strong natural position about a mile from the city was
chosen for the encampment; its left rested on the sea, its right
was covered by several abrupt hills and defiles through which the
river Basoz flowed. The front was, however, much extended, but
this mattered the less, as the people from the neighboring villages
began to assemble when the landing took place, and welcomed the
allies of King Charles with joy. A number of these were employed
by Lord Peterborough in guarding the advanced posts and covering
the numerous roads leading from the city toward the camp.

On the 22d another council of war was held at the Dutch General
Schratenbach's quarters in the camp to consider two letters of the
king, in which he again urged the allied generals to attack the
city. He proposed that a battery of fifty guns should be erected
to breach the wall between two of the bastions, and that the whole
strength of the army should be thrown upon an assault. He acknowledged
the force of the several objections to the attack, but urged that
in such a case vigorous action was the safest. He dwelt upon the
ruin that must fall upon such of his subjects as had declared for
him if abandoned to their fate, and concluded by declaring that he
at least would not desert them.

The appeal failed to move any of the council with the exception of
Peterborough himself, and he alone voted, although in opposition to
his own judgment, in compliance with the king's plan. Notwithstanding
the adverse decision of the council the horses and dragoons were
landed on the 24th.

On the 25th, the 26th, and the 28th the council again assembled to
deliberate upon an earnest request of the king that they should
attempt the siege for a period of eighteen days. The first decision was
adverse, two only voting with Lord Peterborough for the siege. At
the second council, his influence succeeded in obtaining a majority;
but at the third, they agreed to abandon the attempt, even the
commander in chief concurring.

The cause of this sudden reversal of their opinion was that none of
the workmen whom they had demanded from the leaders of the Catalan
peasantry had appeared, and they felt it impossible to carry on
the works and erect the siege batteries without such assistance.
Nevertheless the peasantry gave effectual aid in landing the artillery,
tents, ammunition, and stores. On the 28th the king landed amid a
great concourse of people, who received him with every demonstration
of enthusiasm, and he could with difficulty make his way through
them to the camp prepared for him near San Martino.

The presence of the king on shore added to the difficulties of
the situation. He and his following of German courtiers complained
bitterly of the disinclination of the allies to undertake the siege,
while the allies were incensed against those who reproached them
for not undertaking impossibilities. Dissension spread between the
allies themselves, and the Dutch general declared that he would
disobey the orders of the commander in chief rather than vainly
sacrifice his men.

Peterborough was driven nearly out of his mind by the reproaches and
recrimination to which he was exposed, and the quarrels which took
place around him. He was most anxious to carry out his instructions,
and as far as possible to defer to the opinion of Charles, but he
was also bound by the decisions of the councils of war, which were
exactly opposite to the wishes of the king.

The Prince of Hesse Darmstadt enraged him by insisting that fifteen
hundred disorderly peasants whom he had raised were an army, and
should be paid as regular soldiers from the military chest, while
they would submit to no discipline and refused to labor in the
trenches, and an open rupture took place, when the prince, in his
vexation at the results of the councils of war, even went so far
as to accuse the earl of having used secret influence to thwart
the enterprise.

To add to the difficulties of the commander in chief the English
troops were loud in their complaints against him for having landed
and committed them to this apparently hopeless enterprise; but they
nevertheless clamored to be led against the town, that they might
not be said to have "come like fools and gone like cowards."

Lord Peterborough confided his trouble and vexation freely to his
young secretary. Jack was sincerely attached to his generous and
eccentric chief, and the general was gratified by the young officer's
readiness at all times and hours to come to him and write from his
dictation the long letters and dispatches which he sent home. He
saw, too, that he was thoroughly trustworthy, and could be relied
upon to keep absolute silence as to the confidences which he made

In the midst of all these quarrels and disputes the siege was carried
on in a languid manner. A battery of fifty heavy guns, supplied
by the ships and manned by seamen, was placed upon a rising ground
flanked by two deep ravines, and on several of the adjacent hills
batteries of light field guns had been raised. Three weeks were
consumed in these comparatively unimportant operations, and no
real advance toward the capture of the place had been effected.
Something like a blockade, however, had been established, for the
Catalan peasants guarded vigilantly every approach to the town.

The officers of the fleet were no less discontented than their
brethren on shore at the feeble conduct of the siege, and had they
been consulted they would have been in favor of a direct attack
upon the city with scaling ladders, as if they had been about to
board a hostile ship. But Peterborough and his officers were well
aware that such an attack against a city defended by a superior force
would be simple madness, and even an attack by regular approaches,
with the means and labor at their disposal, would have had no chance
of success. But while all on shore and in the fleet were chafing
at the slowness and hopelessness of the siege, Jack Stilwell was
alone aware that the commander in chief did not share in the general
despair of any good arising from the operations.

Lord Peterborough had little communication with the other generals;
but, alone in his tent with Jack and an interpreter, he occupied
himself from morning till night in examining peasants and spies
as to every particular of the fortifications of the city, of the
ground near to the walls, and of the habits and proceedings of the
garrison. At last he resolved upon an attempt which, in its daring
and enterprise, is almost without parallel. Indeed its only hope
of success lay in its boldness, for neither friend nor foe could
anticipate that it would be attempted. It was no less than the
surprise of the citadel of Montjuich.

This formidable stronghold covered the weakest part of the defenses,
that toward the southwest, and far exceeded in strength any other
part of the lines. It had been most skillfully designed. The ditches
were deep, and the walls firm; the outworks skillfully planned; the
batteries well armed, and the inner defenses formidable in themselves.
It was, in fact, by far the strongest point in the position of
the besieged. Standing on a commanding height, it was abundantly
capable of defense even against a regular siege, and its reduction
was always regarded as a most formidable enterprise, to be undertaken
at leisure after the capture of the town. Its only weakness lay in
the fact that surrounding it on every side were numerous ravines
and hollows, which would afford concealment to an assailant, and
that trusting to the extraordinary strength of their position the
garrison of Montjuich might neglect proper precautions.

One morning before daybreak the earl, accompanied only by Jack
and a native guide, left the camp on foot, having laid aside their
uniforms and put on the attire of peasants, so that the glitter
of their accouterments might not attract the attention of the
enemy's outposts. Making a long detour they approached the castle,
and ascending one of the ravines gained a point where, themselves
unseen, they could mark all particulars of the fortifications.
Having carried out his purpose the earl returned to camp with his
companion without his absence having been observed. The observations
which Peterborough had made confirmed the reports of the peasants,
that the garrison kept but a negligent watch, and he at once resolved
upon making the attempt; but to none of his most intimate friends
did he give the slightest hint of his intentions.

To disguise his views he called councils of war both in the camp
and fleet, wherein it was resolved, with his full consent, that the
siege of Barcelona should be abandoned, and that the army should
be immediately re-embarked and conveyed to Italy. Accordingly the
heavy artillery was conveyed on board ship, the warlike stores
collected, and the troops warned to be ready for embarkation.
A storm of reproaches was poured upon the earl by Charles and his
courtiers. The officers of the fleet protested openly, declaring
that an assault ought to be attempted, and that it was too late in
the season to attempt operations elsewhere.

To Jack's surprise his commander, usually so hasty, irritable,
and passionate, bore with the greatest calmness and patience the
reproaches and accusations to which he was exposed. No one dreamed
that behind these preparations for embarkation any plan of attack
was hidden.

On the 13th of September the army received orders to embark on the
morrow, while within the town the garrison and the inhabitants, who
were, or pretended to be, well affected to the Bourbons held high
rejoicing at the approaching departure.

On the afternoon of that day a detachment of English and Dutch
troops twelve hundred strong was ordered to assemble in the allied
camp for the purpose, as was supposed, of covering the embarkation.
Scaling ladders and everything necessary for an assault had already
been privately prepared by the Catalan peasants under Peterborough's

About six o'clock in the evening four hundred grenadiers of the
party assembled under the command of Hon. Colonel Southwell, and
were ordered to march by the Serria road, as if en route to Taragona
to meet the fleet and embark in that harbor. The remainder of the
detachment followed in support at some little distance. At nightfall
the Prince of Hesse Darmstadt was surprised by Lord Peterborough's
entrance into his quarters. Since their rupture all intercourse
had ceased between them.

"I have determined," the earl said, "to make this night an attack
upon the enemy. You may now, if you please, be a judge of our
behavior, and see whether my officers and soldiers really deserve
the bad character which you of late have so readily imputed to them."
He then explained that the troops were already on their march to

The prince immediately ordered his horse, and the two gallant but
impulsive and singular men rode off, followed only by Jack Stillwell
and the prince's aide de camp. At ten o'clock they overtook the
troops, and Peterborough ordered a total change of route, he himself

The roads were winding, narrow, and difficult. For a great part of
the way there was only room for the men to march in single file.
The night was very dark, and the detachment many hours on the march,
so that daylight was just breaking when they reached the foot of
the hill on which the fort of Montjuich stood.

The troops under Peterborough's command now perceived the object
of their march, and imagined that they would be led to the attack
before the day had fairly broke; but the general had well considered
the subject, and had determined to avoid the risk and confusion of
a night assault. He called his officers together and explained to
them why he did not mean to attack till broad daylight.

His examination of the place had shown him that the ditches could
be crossed, no palisades or barriers having been erected. He had
noticed, too, that the inner works were not sufficiently high to
enable their guns properly to command the outer works should these
be carried by an enemy. He had therefore determined to carry the
outworks by assault, judging that if he captured them the inner
works could not long resist. In case of a reverse, or to enable
him to take advantage of success, he told them that he had ordered
Brigadier General Stanhope to march during the night with a thousand
infantry and the handful of cavalry to a convent lying halfway
between the camp and the city, and there to hold himself in reserve.

Peterborough now silently and coolly completed his arrangements
for the assault. He divided the body of troops into three parties;
the first of these, two hundred and eighty strong, were to attack
the bastion facing the town, which was the strongest part of the
defense. He himself and the Prince of Hesse accompanied this party.
A lieutenant and thirty men formed the advance, a captain and fifty
more were the support, and the remaining two hundred men were to
form in the rear.

The orders were that they should push forward in spite of the enemy's
fire, leap into the ditch, drive the garrison before them, and if
possible enter the works with them; but, if not, to obtain at least
a firm footing on the outer defenses. The second party, similar
in strength and formation, under the command of the Hon. Colonel
Southwell, were to attack an unfinished demibastion on the extreme
western point of the fort and furthermost from the town. The
remainder of the little force, under a Dutch colonel, were to be
held in reserve, and to assist wherever they might be most useful.
They occupied a position somewhat in rear of and halfway between
the two parties who were to make the assault.

Soon after daylight Peterborough gave the order to advance, and in
the highest spirits, and in excellent order, the soldiers pushed
up the hill toward the fort. Some irregular Spanish troops were the
first to perceive them. These fired a hasty volley at the British
troops as they ascended the crest and then retreated into the
fort. Seizing their arms the garrison rushed to the ramparts and
manned them in time to receive the assailants with a sharp fire.
The grenadiers who formed the leading party did not hesitate for
a moment, but leaped into the unfinished ditch, clambered up the
outer rampart, and with pike and bayonet attacked the defenders.

The captain's detachment speedily joined them. The defenders gave
way, broke, and fled, and in wild confusion both parties rushed into
the bastion. Peterborough and the prince with their two hundred men
followed them quickly and in perfect order, and were soon masters
of the bastion. The earl at once set his men to work to throw up
a breastwork to cover them from the guns of the inner works; and
as there was plenty of materials collected just at this spot for
the carrying out of some extensive repairs, they were able to put
themselves under cover before the enemy opened fire upon them.

The attention of the garrison was wholly occupied by this sudden
and unexpected attack, and the Prince della Torrella, a Neapolitan
officer in temporary command of the fort, ordered all his force
to oppose the assailants. This was what Peterborough had expected.
He at once sent orders to Colonel Southwell to commence his attack
upon the now almost undefended west bastion. The order was promptly
obeyed. At the first rush the ditch was passed, the rampart gained,
the outer walls scaled, and three guns taken without the loss of
a man.

The defenders hastened at once to meet this new danger. They
opened a heavy fire upon the British, and sallying out, endeavored
to retake the outer rampart with the bayonet. A desperate contest
ensued; but though many of the English officers and soldiers fell,
they would not yield a foot of the position they had captured.
Colonel Southwell, a man of great personal strength and daring,
was in the struggle three times surrounded by the enemy; but each
time he cut his way out in safety.

The sally was at last repulsed, and the English intrenched their
position and turned their captured guns against the fort. While
both the assaulting columns were occupied in intrenching themselves
there was a lull in the battle. The besieged could not venture to
advance against either, as they would have been exposed to the fire
of the other, and to the risk of a flank attack.

Peterborough exerted himself to the utmost. He ordered up the
thousand men under General Stanhope and made prodigious exertions to
get some guns and mortars into position upon the newly won ramparts.

Great was the consternation and astonishment in Barcelona when
a loud roar of musketry broke out round the citadel, and Velasco,
the governor, was thunderstruck to find himself threatened in this
vital point by an enemy whose departure he had, the evening before,
been celebrating. The assembly was sounded, and the church bells
pealed out the alarm.

The troops ran to their places of assembly, the fortifications round
the town were manned, and a body of four hundred mounted grenadiers
under the Marquis de Risbourg hurried off to the succor of Montjuich.
The earl had been sure that such a movement would be made. He could
not spare men from his own scanty force to guard the roads between
the city and the castle, but he had posted a number of the armed
Spanish peasants who were in the pay of the army in a narrow gorge,
where, with hardly any risk to themselves, they might easily have
prevented the horsemen from passing. The peasants, however, fired
a hurried volley and then fled in all directions.

Lord Peterborough learned a lesson here which he never forgot,
namely, that these Spanish irregulars, useful as they might be in
harassing an enemy or pursuing a beaten foe, were utterly untrustworthy
in any plan of combined action. The succor, therefore, reached
Montjuich in safety; two hundred of the men dismounted and entered
the fort; the remainder, leading their horses, returned to Barcelona.

The Marquis de Risbourg had no sooner entered the fort and taken
the command than he adopted a stratagem which nearly proved fatal
to the English hopes of success. He ordered his men to shout "Long
live Charles the Third !" and threw open the gates of the fort as
if to surrender. The Prince of Hesse Darmstadt, who commanded at
this point, was completely deceived, and he ordered Colonel Allen
to advance with two hundred and fifty men, while he himself followed
with a company in reserve, believing that the Spanish garrison had
declared for King Charles.

The British advanced eagerly and in some disorder into the ditch,
when a terrible fire of musketry was suddenly opened upon them from
the front and flank. In vain they tried to defend themselves; the
brave prince was struck down by a mortal wound while endeavoring
to encourage them, and was carried to the rear, and Allen and two
hundred men were taken prisoners. The prince expired a few minutes
later before there was time for a doctor to examine his wound.

Peterborough, who had come up just at the end of the struggle,
remained with him till he died, and then hurried off to retrieve
the fortune of the day, which, during these few minutes, had greatly
changed. Velasco had dispatched three thousand men, as fast as they
could be got together, to follow Risbourg's dragoons to the succor
of the fort, and these were already in sight. But this was not all.
One of the strange panics which occasionally attack even the best
troops had seized the British in the bastion.

Without any apparent cause, without a shot being fired at them
from the fort, they fell into confusion. Their commander, Lord
Charlemont, shared the panic, and gave orders for a retreat. The
march soon became a rout, and the men fled in confusion from the
position which they had just before so bravely won.

Captain Carleton, a staff officer, disengaged himself from the throng
of fugitives and rode off to inform the earl, who was reconnoitering
the approaching Spaniards, of what had taken place. Peterborough at
once turned his horse, and, followed by Carleton and Jack Stilwell,
galloped up the hill. He drew his sword and threw away the scabbard
as he met the troops, already halfway down the hill, and, dismounting,
shouted to them:

"I am sure all brave men will follow me. Will you bear the infamy
of having deserted your post and forsaken your general?"

The appeal was not in vain. Ashamed of their late panic the
fugitives halted, faced about, and pressed after him up the hill,
and, on reaching the top, found that, strangely enough, the garrison
had not discovered that the bastion had been abandoned, for in
their retreat the English were hidden from the sight of those in
the inner works.

The Marquis de Risbourg, instead of following up his advantage, had
at once left Montjuich at the side near the city, taking Colonel
Allen and the prisoners with him, and pushed on toward Barcelona.
Halfway down he met the reinforcement of three thousand men. The
prisoners, on being questioned, informed the Spanish commander that
Lord Peterborough and the Prince of Hesse led the attack in person.

Thereupon the officer commanding the reinforcements concluded that
the whole of the allied army was round the castle, and that he
would be risking destruction if he pushed on. He therefore turned
and marched back to the city. Had he continued his way Peterborough's
force must have been destroyed, as Stanhope had not yet come up,
and he had with him only the little force with which he had marched
out from camp, of whom more than a fourth were already captured or
slain. Such are the circumstances upon which the fate of battles
and campaigns depend.


As the Spanish column retired to Barcelona under the idea that the
whole English army was on the hill, the Miquelets, as the armed bands
of peasants were called, swarmed down from the hills. Incapable of
withstanding an attack by even a small force, they were in their
element in harassing a large one in retreat. Halfway between Montjuich
and the town was the small fort of San Bertram. The garrison, seeing
the column in retreat toward the town, pursued by the insurgent
peasantry, feared that they themselves would be cut off, and so
abandoned their post and joined the retreat.

The peasants at once took possession of San Bertram, where there
were five light guns. As soon as the news reached Peterborough he
called together two hundred men and led them down to the little
fort. Ropes were fastened to the guns, and with forty men to each
gun these were quickly run up the hill and placed in position in
the captured bastions. So quickly was this done that in less than
an hour from the abandonment of San Bertram by the Spanish the guns
had opened fire upon Montjuich.

While the troops worked these five guns and the three captured in
Southwell's first attack Jack Stilwell was sent off on horseback
at full speed with an order for the landing of the heavy guns and
mortars from the fleet. The news of the attack on Montjuich and
the retreat of the Spanish column spread with rapidity through the
country, and swarms of armed peasants flocked in. These the earl
dispersed among the ravines and groves round the city, so as to
prevent any parties from coining out to ascertain what was going
on round Montjuich, and to mask the movements of the besiegers.

Velasco appeared paralyzed by the energy and daring of his opponent,
and although he had in hand a force equal if not superior to that
which Peterborough could dispose of, he allowed two days to pass
without attempting to relieve Montjuich. In those two days wonders had
been performed by the soldiers and sailors, who toiled unweariedly
in dragging the heavy guns from the landing place to the hill
of Montjuich. The light cannon of the besiegers had had but little
effect upon the massive walls of the fortress, and the Prince
Caraccioli held out for two days even against the heavier metal of
the mortars and siege guns that were quickly brought to bear upon

On the 17th, however, Colonel Southwell by a well aimed shot brought
the siege to a close. He noticed that a small chapel within the
fort appeared to be specially guarded by the besieged, and ordered
a Dutch sergeant of artillery, who was working a heavy mortar, to
try to drop a shell upon it. The artilleryman made several attempts,
but each time missed the mark. Colonel Southwell undertook the
management of the mortar himself, and soon succeeded in dropping a
shell upon the roof of the building, which proved, as he had suspected,
to be in use as a magazine. There was a tremendous explosion, the
chapel was shattered into fragments, Caraccioli and three other
officers were killed, and a great breach was blown in the main

A loud cheer broke from the besiegers, and Colonel Southwell at once
put himself at the head of the men in the trenches and advanced to
storm the breach before the enemy could recover from their confusion.
The disastrous effects of the explosion had, however, scared all
idea of further resistance out of the minds of the defenders, who
at once rushed out of the works and called out that they surrendered,
the senior surviving officer and his companions delivering up their
swords to Colonel Southwell, and begging that protection might at
once be given to their soldiers from the Miquelets, whose ferocity
was as notorious then as it was a hundred years afterward.

Peterborough appointed Colonel Southwell governor of Montjuich, and
at once turned his attention to the city. The brilliant result of
the attack on the citadel had silenced all murmurs and completely
restored Lord Peterborough's authority. Soldiers and sailors vied
with each other in their exertions to get the guns into position,
and the Miquelets, largely increased in number, became for once
orderly and active, and labored steadily in the trenches.

The main army conducted the attack from the side at which it
had been originally commenced, while General Stanhope, his force
considerably increased by troops from the main body, conducted the
attack from the side of Montjuich. Four batteries of heavy guns and
two of mortars soon opened fire upon the city, while the smaller
vessels of the fleet moved close in to the shore and threw shot
and shell into the town.

A breach was soon effected in the rampart, and Velasco was summoned
to surrender; but he refused to do so, although his position had
become almost desperate. The disaffection of the inhabitants was
now openly shown. The soldiers had lost confidence and heart, and
the loyalty of many of them was more than doubtful. The governor
arrested many of the mutinous soldiers and hostile citizens, and
turned numbers of them out of the city.

On the 3d of October the English engineers declared the breach on
the side of Montjuich to be practicable, and Peterborough himself
wrote to the governor offering honorable terms of capitulation, but
declaring that if these were rejected he would not renew his offer.

Velasco again refused. He had erected a formidable intrenchment
within the breach, and had sunk two mines beneath the ruins in
readiness to blow the assailing columns into the air.

The guns again opened fire, and in a very short time a Dutch
artillery officer threw two shells upon the intrenchment and almost
destroyed it, while a third fell on the breach itself, and crashing
through the rubbish fired Velasco's two mines and greatly enlarged
the breach. The earl could now have carried the town by storm had
he chosen, but with his usual magnanimity to the vanquished he
again wrote to Velasco and summoned him to surrender.

The governor had now no hope of a successful resistance, and he
therefore agreed to surrender in four days should no relief arrive.
The terms agreed upon were that the garrison should march out with
all the honors of war, and should be transported by sea to San
Felix, and escorted thence to Gerona; but as a few hours later the
news arrived that Gerona had declared for King Charles, Velasco
requested to be conveyed to Rosas instead. The capitulation was
signed on the 9th of October, and the garrison were preparing to
march out on the 14th, when, in the English camp, the sound of a
tumult in the city was heard.

"Quick, Stilwell!" the earl cried, running out of his tent, "to
horse! The rascals inside are breaking out into a riot, and there
will be a massacre unless I can put a stop to it."

The earl leaped on to his horse, called to a few orderly dragoons
who were at hand to accompany him, and ordered that four companies
of grenadiers should follow as quickly as possible.

Galloping at full speed Peterborough soon arrived at the gate of
San Angelo, and ordered the Spanish guard to open it. This they did
without hesitation, and followed by his little party he rode into
the city. All was uproar and confusion. The repressive measures
which the governor had been obliged to take against the disaffected
had added to the Catalan hatred of the French, and the Austrian
party determined to have vengeance upon the governor. A report was
circulated that he intended to carry away with him a number of the
principal inhabitants in spite of the articles of capitulation.
This at once stirred up the people to fury, and they assailed and
plundered the houses of the French and of the known partisans of
the Duke d'Anjou.

They then turned upon the governor and garrison. The latter dispersed
through the city, and, unprepared for attack, would speedily have
been massacred had not their late enemy been at hand to save them.
Peterborough, with his little party of dragoons, rode through
the streets exhorting, entreating, and commanding the rioters to
abstain. When, as in some cases, the mob refused to listen to him,
and continued their work, the dragoons belabored them heartily
with the flats of their swords; and the surprise caused by seeing
the British uniforms in their midst, and their ignorance of how
many of the British had entered, did more even than the efforts of
the dragoons to allay the tumult. Many ladies of quality had taken
refuge in the convent, and Peterborough at once placed a guard over

Dashing from street to street, unattended even by his dragoons,
Peterborough came upon a lady and gentleman struggling with the
mob, who were about to ill treat them. He charged into the thick
of the tumult.

His hat had been lost in the fray, and the mob, not recognizing
the strange figure as the redoubted English general, resisted, and
one discharged a musket at him at a distance of a few feet, but
the ball passed through his periwig without touching the head under

Fortunately two or three of his dragoons now rode up, and he was
able to carry the lady and gentleman to their house hard by, when,
to his satisfaction, he found that the gentleman he had saved was
the Duke of Popoli, and the lady his wife, celebrated as one of
the most beautiful women in Europe.

Jack Stilwell had soon after they entered the town become separated
from his general. Seeing a mob gathered before a house in a side
street, and hearing screams, he turned off and rode into the middle
of the crowd. Spurring his horse and making him rear, he made his
way through them to the door, and then leaping off, drawing as he
did so a pistol from his holster, he ran upstairs.

It was a large and handsomely furnished house. On the first floor
was a great corridor. A number of men were gathered round a doorway.
Within he heard the clashing of steel and the shouts of men in
conflict. Bursting his way in through the doorway he entered the

In a corner, at the furthest end, crouched a lady holding a little
boy in her arms. Before her stood a Spanish gentleman, sword in
hand. A servant, also armed, stood by him. They were hard pressed,
for six or eight men with swords and pikes were cutting and thrusting
at them. Three servants lay dead upon the ground, and seven or eight
of the townspeople were also lying dead or wounded. Jack rushed
forward, and with his pistol shot the man who appeared to be
the leader of the assailants, and then, drawing his sword, placed
himself before the gentleman and shouted to the men to lay down
their arms. The latter, astounded at the appearance of an English
officer, drew back. Seeing he was alone, they would, however, have
renewed the attack, but Jack ran to the window and opened it, and
shouted as if to some soldiers below.

The effect was instantaneous. The men dropped upon their knees, and
throwing down their arms begged for mercy. Jack signified that he
granted it, and motioned to them to carry off their dead and wounded
comrades. Some of the men in the corridor came in to aid them in
so doing. Jack, sword in hand, accompanied them to the door, and
saw them out of the house. Then he told a boy to hold his horse,
and closing the door returned upstairs. He found the gentleman
sitting on a chair exhausted, while his wife, crying partly from
relief, partly from anxiety, was endeavoring to stanch the blood
which flowed from several wounds.

Jack at once aided her in the task, and signed to the servant
to bring something to drink. The man ran to a buffet and produced
some cordials. Jack filled a glass and placed it at the lips of
the wounded man, who, after drinking it, gradually recovered his

"My name, sir," he said, "is Count Julian de Minas, and I owe you
my life and that of my wife and child. To whom am I indebted so

Jack did not, of course, understand his words, but the title caught
his ear, and he guessed that the Spaniard was introducing himself.

"My name is Stilwell," Jack said; "I am one of General Peterborough's
aides de camp. I am very glad to be of assistance; and now, seeing
you are so far recovered, I must leave you, for there is much to
do in the town, and the general has entered with only a few troops.
I think you need not fear any return on the part of these ruffians.
The English troops will enter the town in the coarse of a few

So saying Jack immediately hurried away, and mounting his horse
rode off to find the general.

The news that Lord Peterborough and the English had entered spread
rapidly through the city, and the rioters, fearing to excite the
wrath of the man who in a few hours would be master of the town,
scattered to their homes, and when all was quiet Peterborough again
rode off to the camp with his troops and there waited quietly until
the hour appointed for the capitulation. The Spanish then marched
out, and the earl entered with a portion of his troops.

He at once issued a proclamation that if any person had any lawful
grievances against the late governor they should go to the town
house and lay them in proper form, and that he would see that
justice was done. An hour later some of the principal inhabitants
waited upon him, and asked which churches he desired to have for
the exercise of his religion. He replied:

"Wherever I have my quarters I shall have conveniency enough
to worship God, and as for the army they will strictly follow the
rules of war, and perform divine service among themselves without
giving any offense to any one."

This answer gave great satisfaction to the people, as the French had
spread a report among them that the Protestants, if they captured
the town, would take their churches from them.

In the evening the earl gave a great banquet, at which he entertained
all the people of distinction of both parties, and his courtesy and
affability at once won for him the confidence of all with whom he
came in contact. The next day the shops were all opened, the markets
filled, and there were no signs that the tranquillity of Barcelona had
ever been disturbed. Soon after breakfast Jack, who was quartered
in the governor's palace with the general, was informed that a
gentleman wished to speak to him, and the Count de Minas was shown
in. He took Jack's hand and bowed profoundly. As conversation was
impossible Jack told his orderly to fetch one of the interpreters
attached to the general.

"I tried to come last night," the count said, "but I found that I
was too weak to venture out. I could not understand what you said
when you went away so suddenly, but I guessed that it was the call
of duty. I did not know your name, but inquiring this morning who
were the officers that entered with the general yesterday, I was
told that his aide de camp, Lieutenant Stilwell, was alone with
him. That is how I found you. And now, let me again thank you for
the immense service you have rendered me and my wife and child.
Remember, henceforth the life of the Count de Minas and all that
he possesses is at your service."

When the interpreter had translated this, Jack said in some
confusion, "I am very glad, count, to have been of service to you.
It was a piece of good fortune, indeed, on my part that I happened
so providentially to ride along at the right moment. I was about
this morning to do myself the honor of calling to inquire how the
countess and yourself were after the terrible scene of yesterday."

"The countess prayed me to bring you round to her," the count said.
"Will you do me the honor of accompanying me now?"

Jack at once assented, and, followed by the interpreter, proceeded
with the count to his house. The room into which the count led him
was not that in which the fray had taken place the day before. The
countess rose as they entered, and Jack saw that, though still pale
and shaken by the events of the previous day, she was a singularly
beautiful woman.

"Ah, senor," she said, advancing to meet him, and taking his hand
and laying it against her heart, "how can I thank you for the
lives of my husband and my boy! One more minute and you would have
arrived too late. It seemed to me as if heaven had opened and an
angel had come to our aid when you entered."

Jack colored up hotly as the interpreter translated the words. If
he had expressed his thoughts he would have said, "Please don't
make any more fuss about it;" but he found that Spanish courtesy
required much more than this, so he answered:

"Countess, the moment was equally fortunate to me, and I shall
ever feel grateful that I have been permitted to be of service to
so beautiful a lady."

The countess smiled as Jack's words were translated.

"I did not know that you English were flatterers," she said. "They
told us that you were uncouth islanders, but I see that they have
calumniated you."

"I hope some day," Jack said, "that I shall be able to talk to you
without the aid of an interpreter. It is very difficult to speak
when every word has to be translated."

For a quarter of an hour the conversation was continued, the count
and countess asking questions about England. At the end of that
time Jack thought he might venture to take his leave. The count
accompanied him to the door, and begged him to consider his house
as his own, and then with many bows on each side Jack made his way
into the street.

"Confound all this Spanish politeness!" he muttered to himself;
"it's very grand and stately, I have no doubt, but it's a horrible
nuisance; and as to talking through an interpreter, it's like
repeating lessons, only worse. I should like to see a man making a
joke through an interpreter, and waiting to see how it told. I must
get up a little Spanish as soon as possible. The earl has picked
up a lot already, and there will be no fun to be had here in Spain
unless one can make one's self understood."

The next day there were rumors current that the population were
determined to take vengeance upon Velasco. The earl marched eight
hundred men into the town, placed the governor in their center and
escorted him to the shore, and so took him safely on board a ship.
He was conveyed, by his own desire, to Alicante, as the revolt had
spread so rapidly through Catalonia that Rosas was now the only
town which favored the cause of the Duke d'Anjou.

The capture of Barcelona takes its place as one of the most brilliant
feats in military history, and reflects extraordinary credit upon
its general, who exhibited at once profound prudence, faithful
adherence to his sovereign's orders, patience and self command
under the ill concealed hatred of many of those with whom he had
to cooperate--the wrong headedness of the king, the insolence of
the German courtiers, the supineness of the Dutch, the jealousy of
his own officers, and the open discontent of the army and navy--
and a secrecy marvelously kept up for many weary and apparently
hopeless days.

On the 28th of October King Charles made his public entry into
Barcelona, and for some days the city was the scene of continual
fetes. The whole province rose in his favor, and the gentlemen
of the district poured into the town to offer their homage to the
king. Only about one thousand men of the Spanish garrison had to
be conveyed to Rosas in accordance with the terms of capitulation,
the rest of the troops taking the oath of allegiance to King Charles
and being incorporated with the allied army.

Jack Stilwell entered into the festivities with the enjoyment of
youth. The officers of the allied army were made much of by the
inhabitants, and Jack, as one of the general's aides de camp, was
invited to every fete and festivity. The Count de Minas introduced
him to many of the leading nobles of the city as the preserver of
his life; but his inability to speak the language deprived him of
much of the pleasure which he would otherwise have obtained, and,
like many of the other officers, he set to work in earnest to acquire
some knowledge of it. In one of the convents were some Scottish
monks, and for three or four hours every morning Jack worked
regularly with one of them.

Although Lord Peterborough threw himself heart and soul into the
festivities, he worked with equal ardor at the military preparations.
But here, as before, his plans for energetic action were thwarted
by the Germans and Dutch. At last, however, his energy, aided by
the active spirit of the king, prevailed, and preparations were
made for the continuance of the campaign. The season was so late
that no further operations could be undertaken by sea, and the
allied fleet therefore sailed for England and Holland, leaving
four English and two Dutch frigates in support of the land forces
at Barcelona.

Garrisons of regular troops were dispatched to the various towns
which had either declared for the king or had been captured by the
Miquelets headed by the Marquis of Cifuentes, engineer officers
being also sent to put them in a state of defense. Of these Tortosa
was, from its position, the most important, as it commanded the
bridge of boats on the Ebro, the main communication between Aragon
and Valencia. To this town two hundred dragoons and one thousand
foot were sent under Colonel Hans Hamilton. The king turned his
attention to the organization of the Spanish army. He formed a
regiment of five hundred dragoons for his bodyguard, mounting them
upon the horses of the former garrison, while from these troops,
swelled by levies from the province, he raised six powerful battalions
of infantry. He excited, however, a very unfavorable feeling among
the Spaniards by bestowing all the chief commands in these corps
upon his German followers.

But while the conquest of Barcelona had brought the whole of Catalonia
to his side, the cause of King Charles was in other parts of Spain
less flourishing. Lord Galway and General Fagel had been beaten
by Marshal Tesse before Badajos, and the allied army had retreated
into Portugal, leaving the French and Spanish adherents of Philip
free to turn their whole attention against the allies in Catalonia.

Weary weeks passed on before Lord Peterborough could overcome the
apathy and obstinacy of the Germans and Dutch. At a council of war
held on the 30th of December Peterborough proposed to divide the
army, that he in person would lead half of it to aid the insurrection
which had broken out in Valencia, and that the other half should
march into Aragon; but Brigadier General Conyngham and the Dutch
General Schratenbach strongly opposed this bold counsel, urging
that the troops required repose after their labors, and that their
numbers were hardly sufficient to guard the province they had won.
Such arguments drove Peterborough almost to madness; the troops had,
in fact, gone through no hard work during the siege of Barcelona,
and two months and a half had elapsed since that city surrendered.
Moreover, far from being reinvigorated from rest, they were suffering
from illness caused by inactivity in an unhealthy country.

Already all the benefits derivable from the gallant capture of
Barcelona had been lost. The enemy had recovered from the surprise
and dismay excited by that event. The friendly and wavering, who
would at once have risen had the king boldly advanced after his
striking success, had already lost heart and become dispirited by
the want of energy displayed in his after proceedings, and from
all parts of Spain masses of troops were moving to crush the allies
and stamp out the insurrection.

In Valencia only had the partisans of Charles gained considerable
advantages. In the beginning of December Colonel Nebot, commanding
a regiment of Philip's dragoons, declared for Charles, and,
accompanied by four hundred of his men, entered the town of Denia,
where the people and Basset, the governor, at once declared for

On the 11th Nebot and Basset attacked the little town of Xabea,
garrisoned by five hundred Biscayans, and carried it, and the same
night took Oliva and Gandia. The next day they pushed on through
Alzira, where they were joined by many of the principal inhabitants,
and a detachment of the dragoons under Nebot's brother, Alexander,
surprised and routed three troops of the enemy's horse, captured
their convoy of ammunition, and pursued them to the very gates of

On the night of the 15th the main body marched from Alzira,
and appeared next morning before Valencia and summoned the town
to surrender. The Marquis de Villa Garcia refused, but Alexander
Nebot put himself at the head of his dragoons and galloped up to
the gates shouting "Long live the king!" The inhabitants overpowered
the guard at the gate and threw it open and Valencia was taken.
When the news of these reverses reached Madrid the Conde de las
Torres, a veteran officer who had seen much service in the wars
of Italy, marched from Madrid in all haste to prevent if possible
the junction of the forces of Catalonia with the Valencians.

He at once marched upon San Matteo, which lay on the main line of
communication, and commenced a vigorous siege of that city. The
king received the news on the 18th of January, 1706, and wrote at
once to Peterborough, urging him to go to the relief of San Matteo,
but giving him no troops whatever to assist him in his enterprise;
and Peterborough's difficulties were increased by General Conyngham,
who commanded a brigade at Fraga, hastily falling back upon Lerida
upon hearing exaggerated rumors of the strength of the enemy.

Peterborough, however, did not hesitate a moment, but mounting his
horse, and accompanied only by his aides de camp, Jack Stilwell
and Lieutenant Graham, rode for Tortosa. Changing his horse at
the various towns through which he passed, and riding almost night
and day, he reached Tortosa on the 4th, and at once summoned the
magnates of the town to give information as to the real state of
things. He then found, to his astonishment, that the details which
the king had sent him respecting the force of the enemy were entirely
incorrect. Charles had written that they were two thousand strong,
and that sixteen thousand peasants were in arms against them,
whereas Las Torres had with him seven thousand good troops, and
not a single peasant had taken up arms.

General Killigrew, who now commanded the two hundred dragoons and
the thousand British infantry at Tortosa, together with his officers,
considered that under such circumstances it was absolutely hopeless
to attempt any movement for the relief of San Matteo; but Peterborough
did not hesitate a moment, and only said to his officers:

"Unless I can raise that siege our affairs are desperate, and
therefore capable only of desperate remedies. Be content; let me
try my fortune, whether I cannot by diligence and surprise effect
that which by downright force is apparently impracticable."

The officers had unbounded confidence in their general, and although
the enterprise appeared absolutely hopeless, they at once agreed to
undertake it. Accordingly the three weak English regiments marched
from Tortosa under Killigrew, and the next day the earl followed with
the dragoons and a party of Miquelets, and overtook the infantry
that night. The next morning he broke up his little army into
small detachments in order that they might march more rapidly,
and, dividing the Miquelets among them as guides, ordered them to
assemble at Fraiguesa, two leagues from San Matteo.

The advance was admirably managed. Small parties of dragoons and
Miquelets went on ahead along each of the roads to occupy the passes
among the hills. When arrived at these points they had strict orders
to let no one pass them until the troops appeared in sight, when
the advance again pushed forward and secured another position for
the same purpose.

Thus no indication of his coming preceded him; and the troops
arriving together with admirable punctuality before Fraiguesa, the
place was taken by surprise, and guards were at once mounted on
its gates, with orders to prevent any one from leaving the town on
any excuse whatever. Thus while the English force were within two
leagues of San Matteo, Las Torres remained in absolute ignorance
that any hostile force was advancing against him. Graham and Jack
were nearly worn out by the exertions which they had undergone
with their indefatigable general. They had ridden for three days
and nights almost without sleep, and on their arrival at Tortosa
were engaged unceasingly in carrying out their chief's instructions,
in making preparations for the advance, and in obtaining every
possible information as to the country to be traversed.

Both the young officers had now begun to speak Spanish. A residence
of four months in the country, constant communication with the
natives, and two months and a half steady work with an instructor
had enabled them to make great progress, and they were now able to
communicate without difficulty with the Spaniards with whom they
came in contact.


The Earl of Peterborough had not satisfied himself with depriving
the enemy of all information as to his advance. He took steps to
confuse and alarm them by false news. By means of large bribes he
prevailed upon two peasants to carry each a copy of the same letter
to Colonel Jones, who commanded in San Matteo. He took the further
step of insuring their loyalty by arresting their families as
hostages, and, moreover, took care that they should know nothing as
to the real state of things that they could report if treacherously

He arranged that one of them should go in first and, passing through
the besiegers' lines, should arouse their suspicions, and should
then, when arrested, give up the letter concealed upon him, and
should also betray the route by which his companion was endeavoring
to reach the city, so that the second messenger would also be
captured and his letter be taken. The letters were as follows:

"To COLONEL JONES: You will hardly believe yourself what this
letter informs you of, if it come safe to you; and though I have
taken the best precaution, it will do little prejudice if it falls
into the enemy's hands, since they shall see and feel my troops
almost as soon as they can receive intelligence, should it be
betrayed to them. The end for which I venture it to you is that
you may prepare to open the furthest gate toward Valencia, and have
four thousand Miquelets ready, who will have the employment they
love and are fit for, the pursuing and pillaging a flying enemy. The
country is as one can wish for their entire destruction. Be sure,
upon the first appearance of our troops and the first discharge of
our artillery, you answer with an English halloo, and take to the
mountains on the heights with all your men. The Conde de las Torres
must take the plains, the hills on the left being almost impassable,
and secured by five or six thousand of the country people. But
what will gall him most will be the whole regiment of Nebot, which
revolted to us near Valencia, is likewise among us.

"I was eight days ago myself in Barcelona, and I believe the Conde
de las Torres must have so good intelligence from thence that he
cannot be ignorant of it. What belongs to my own troops and my own
resolutions I can easily keep from them, though nothing else. You
know the force I have, and the multitudes that are gathering from
all parts against us, so I am forced to put the whole into this
action, which must be decided to give any hopes to our desperate
game. By nine or ten, within an hour after you can receive this,
you will discover us on the tops of the hills, not two cannon shot
from their camp.

"The advantages of the sea are inconceivable, and have contributed
to bring about what you could never expect to see, a force almost
equal to the enemy in number, and you know that less would do our
business. Besides, never men were so transported as to be brought
in such secrecy so near an enemy. I have near six thousand men
locked up this night within the walls of Traguera. I do not expect
you will believe it till you see them.

"You know we had a thousand foot and two hundred dragoons in Tortosa.
Wills and a thousand foot English and Dutch came down the Ebro in
boats, and I embarked a thousand more at Tarragona when I landed at
Vinaroz, and the artillery from thence I brought in country carts.
It was easy to assemble the horse. Zinzendorf and Moras are as good
as our own, and with our English dragoons make up in all near two
thousand. But the whole depends upon leaving them a retreat without

"Dear Jones, prove a good dragoon, be diligent and alert, and preach
the welcome doctrine to your Miquelets, plunder without danger.

"Your friend, PETERBOROUGH."

The two letters fell into the hands of Las Torres, and so artfully
had the capture been contrived, that it never occurred to him to
doubt the truth of these mendacious documents. Orders were instantly
given to prepare for a march, and almost at the same time two events
occurred in the siege works which caused confusion of the troops.
Several mines had been unskillfully sunk and charged; one of
these prematurely exploded and destroyed forty of the workmen. The
remaining mines Colonel Jones contrived to swamp by turning the
course of a brook into them, thus rendering them harmless. While the
troops were confused with these disasters, the news of the contents
of the intercepted letters spread through the camp, causing a
general panic; and almost immediately afterward the advance guard
of Peterborough's force were seen, according to the promise contained
in the letters, on the crests of the hills.

By able management the twelve hundred men were made to appear
vastly more numerous than they were. The dragoons showed in various
parties at different points of the hilltops, and, after pausing as
if to reconnoiter the camp, galloped back as if to carry information
to a main body behind; while the infantry availed themselves of
the wooded and uneven ground to conceal their weakness. It seemed,
indeed, to the enemy that the tops of all the hills and the
avenues of approach were covered by advancing columns. Las Torres,
unsuspicious of stratagem, was now convinced that his position was
one of extreme danger, while confusion reigned in the camp. The
tents were hastily struck, the guns spiked, and in a few minutes
the Spanish army started along the Valencia road in a retreat which
might almost be called a flight.

Colonel Jones, seeing the confusion that reigned, instantly sallied
from the town with his whole force in pursuit, and followed Las
Torres for nearly two leagues to Penasol, inflicting a loss of
nearly three hundred men upon the Spaniards; while Peterborough on
the other side marched his force through the abandoned intrenchments
and into the town.  Scarcely halting, however, he made a show of
pursuit as far as Albocazer, but always keeping to the hills with
such caution that in case the enemy should learn his weakness,
his retreat would still be secured. While on the march a courier
overtook him with two dispatches--the one from King Charles, the
other from the English resident with the court at Barcelona.

The king told him that he would be obliged to countermand the
reinforcements he had promised him for the relief of San Matteo,
in consequence of the unfavorable state of affairs elsewhere. It,
however, conveyed to Peterborough something which he valued more
than reinforcements, namely, full power to act in accordance with
his own discretion. The dispatch from the British resident told
him that news had come that the Duke of Berwick, with the main army
of France, freed by the retreat of Lord Galway from all trouble on
the western side of Spain, was in full march for Catalonia.

The Prince of Serclaes, with four thousand men, watched the small
garrison at Lerida; the Duke of Noailles, with eight thousand French
troops from Roussillon, threatened Catalonia on a third side; while
Philip and Marshal Tesse had collected ten thousand men at Madrid.
The letter concluded with the words: "There is nothing here but
distrust, discontent, and despair."

The responsibility left by the king's letter upon Peterborough was
great indeed. On the one hand, if he did not return to the defense
of Catalonia, the king might be exposed to imminent danger; and,
on the other, if he repassed the Ebro he might be accused of having
left Valencia and its loyal inhabitants to their fate, and would
have forfeited all the advantages that his audacity and skill had
already gained.

His difficulties in any case were enormous. His infantry were
marching almost barefooted; they were clothed in rags. The season
was inclement, the country mountainous and rough, and the horses
of the dragoons so exhausted that they could scarcely carry their
riders. In obedience to his instructions, here, as at Tortosa, he
assembled his officers in a council of war and asked their opinion.
They were unanimous in saying that, with the small and exhausted
force under his orders, no further operation could be undertaken
for the conquest of Valencia, but that the little army should post
itself in such a position as might afford the greatest facility
for protecting the king.

Peterborough had thus on one side not only the difficulty of the
position, but the opinion of the council of war against a further
advance; but on the other hand he knew the anxiety of the king that
help should be given to the Valencians. He therefore announced to
his officers a resolution as desperate as that ever formed by a
sane man. He had listened gravely and in silence while the officers
gave their opinion, and then ordered that the footsore infantry,
with a few of the horse, should march back to Vinaroz, a little
town on the seaside a day's journey from Tortosa, where in case
of necessity they might embark in boats and be taken off to the
ships. Then, to the stupefaction of his officers, he announced his
intention of himself proceeding with the remaining dragoons, about
a hundred and fifty in number, to conquer the province of Valencia!

In vain the officers remonstrated, the earl was firm. The council
then broke up, and the troops prepared for their march in opposite

The parting of Peterborough and his officers was very sad, for they
doubted not it was a final one.

"I will yet endeavor," he said, "however our circumstances seem
desperate, to secure the kingdom of Valencia; and since the king has
thought conquest possible in this present case, he cannot complain
of my motions, however rash they might appear. I am resolved,
therefore, never to repass the Ebro without positive orders from

Before starting the earl wrote to Charles and explained fully
his intentions. It is evident from the tone of his letter that
Peterborough did not expect to survive this extraordinary expedition.
The language is grave and firm, and, though respectful, full of
stronger remonstrance and more homely advice than often reaches
kings. It concluded:

"I have had but little share in your councils. If our advance had
been approved, if your majesty had trusted us . . . if your majesty
had permitted me to march into the kingdom of Valencia, when I so
earnestly desired it, without making me stay under pretense of the
march of imaginary troops; if your majesty would have believed me
on that occasion, your majesty would have had this time not only
a viceroy of Valencia but the kingdom. With what force I have I am
going to march straight to Valencia. I can take no other measures,
leaving the rest to Providence. The time lost (so much against my
inclination) exposes me to a sacrifice, at least I will perish with
honor, and as a man deserving a better fate."

The earl now again sent orders to one thousand Spanish foot and
three hundred horse, which had before been nominally placed at
his disposal, but had never moved from the town in which they were
garrisoned, to follow him into Valencia; and at the same time he
wrote to Colonel Wills to march immediately with a like number of
English horse and foot to his assistance.

The king, on the receipt of Peterborough's letter, issued positive
and peremptory orders that the Spanish troops were at once to be set
in motion. Colonel Wills wrote in reply that an important action
had taken place at San Esteban de Litera on the 26th and 27th
of January, between General Conyngham with his brigade and the
Chevalier d'Asfeldt, in which, after a bloody contest, the French
were driven from the field with a heavy loss of killed, wounded, and
prisoners, the allies had also suffered serious loss, and General
Conyngham had received a mortal wound. The command, therefore, had
devolved upon himself.

Having seen the infantry march off, Peterborough, attended only by
his two aides de camp, took his place at the head of his handful of
cavalry and proceeded on his desperate enterprise--an enterprise
the most extraordinary that has ever taken place between enemies
of an equal degree of civilization. It was a war of a general with
a small escort, but literally without an army, against able officers
with thousands of disciplined troops and numerous defensible towns
and positions, against enormous difficulties of country, against
want and fatigue in every shape, and above all, against hope itself.

And yet no one who had witnessed that little body march off would
have supposed that they were entering upon what seemed an impossible
expedition--an expedition from which none could come back alive.
Worn out and sorry as was the appearance of the horses, ragged and
dirty that of their riders, the latter were in high spirits. The
contagion of the extraordinary energy and audacity of their chief
had spread among them; they had an absolute confidence in his genius,
and they entered upon the romantic enterprise with the ardor of

Not less was the spirit of the two young aides de camp. Before
starting the earl had offered them the option of marching away with
the infantry.

"It is not that I doubt your courage, lads, for I marked you both
under fire at Montjuich, but the fatigues will be terrible. You
have already supported, in a manner which has surprised me, the
work which you have undergone. You have already borne far more than
your full share of the hardships of the campaign, and I have, in
my dispatches, expressed a very strong opinion to the government as
to the value of the services you have rendered. You are both very
young, and I should be sorry to see your lives sacrificed in such
an enterprise as that I am undertaking, and shall think no less of
you if you elect now to have a period of rest."

The young men had, however, so firmly and emphatically declined to
leave him that the earl had accepted their continued service.

The cavalry, instead of keeping in a compact body, were broken up
into parties of ten, all of whom followed different roads, spreading,
through every hamlet they passed, the news that a great army, of
which they were the forerunners, was following hotly behind. So that
should any peasants favorable to Philip's cause carry the news to
Las Torres, that general would be forced to believe that he was
being pursued by a veritable army. Many stragglers of the retreating
force were picked up and handed over to the peasantry to be sent
as prisoners into Catalonia.

For the most part the little parties of cavalry were well received
by the populace; the majority of Valencians were in favor of King
Charles, and that night, when they halted, the weary horses obtained
ample supplies of grain and forage, and the troopers were made
welcome to the best the villages afforded.

A few extra horses were purchased by Peterborough during the day,
and it was well for his aides de camp that it was so, for scarcely
had they finished their meal than Peterborough ordered them again
into the saddle. They were to ride by crossroads right and left to
the villages where the different detachments had been ordered to
halt, and to tell them the routes marked out for them by which they
would again concentrate at midday, so as to ride in comparatively
strong force through a small town on the main road, whence news
might, not improbably, be sent on to Las Torres. After that they
were again to disperse and pervade the country.

Jack and Graham carried out these orders, taking guides from each
village through which they passed to the next, and it was near midnight
before they had finished their work. At four in the morning every
detachment was in motion, and at noon the troop was again concentrated.
Here the earl learned that a detachment of the enemy had remained
behind at Alcala, and, instead of carrying out his previous plan,
he rode straight with the whole of his dragoons to that town. When
he approached it he divided his force into three bodies, which
entered the place simultaneously by different gates, and the Spanish
detachment, two hundred strong, at once laid down their arms.

Evening was now approaching, and as the horses and dragoons were
utterly worn out, Peterborough halted for the night. He at once
called together the principal inhabitants, and informed them that
he required all the horses in the town, with such saddlery as they
could obtain, to be collected and forwarded for his use to a point
he named.

The next morning the march was continued. Las Torres had continued
his flight, and this was hastened when he heard of the capture of
Alcala. He pushed through the town of Borriol and hastened on to
Villa Real, a town strongly favorable to King Charles. It opened
its gates, however, on the solemn promise of Las Torres to respect
the life and property of the inhabitants; but no sooner had his
troops entered than he gave the order for a general massacre and
the sack of the town. This ferocious order was executed, and very
few of the inhabitants escaped with their lives.

The following day, on the news coming in from various points in
his rear that the enemy were pressing after him, he marched his
dispirited army to Nules, where the inhabitants were well affected. In
answer to his appeal a thousand of the citizens enrolled themselves
and undertook to defend the town till the last against the English.
Having assured himself of their earnestness Las Torres inspected
the muster, and, having viewed all the dispositions for defense,
continued his flight. Nules was fortified by strong walls flanked
with towers, the fortifications were in an excellent state of defense,
and the town could have resisted a siege by a considerable army.

On arriving at Villa Real the British were horrified at the hideous
massacre which had taken place. They went from house to house and
found everywhere the bodies of the slaughtered inhabitants, and the
ardor of the dragoons was, if possible, heightened by the sight.
They made but a short stay here and then galloped on to Nules. As
they neared the town a fire of musketry was opened from the walls,
but, wholly disregarding this, the earl at the head of his men
dashed up to the gates and demanded, in an imperious tone, that
the principal inhabitants should assemble and hold parley with him.

The boldness of the earl's manner and the imperative tone in which
he spoke so astonished the citizens on the walls that they ceased
firing, and sent for their magistrates and priests. When these
assembled on the wall Peterborough told them in an angry tone that
he gave them only six minutes for deliberation, and that if they
offered the slightest resistance he would repeat at Nules the
massacre which Las Torres had carried out at Villa Real. He added
that, unless they instantly surrendered, he would blow down their
walls the moment his artillery and engineers arrived. The terror
stricken magistrates at once summoned the town council, and, upon
their repeating Peterborough's terrible threats, it was resolved
at once to surrender, and the six minutes had scarcely elapsed
when the gates fell back on their hinges, and Peterborough and his
dragoons entered the town in triumph.

Here the wearied band enjoyed a rest for some days, Peterborough
spreading the alarm, which his presence excited, by giving orders
that great quantities of provisions and forage should be brought
in from all directions for the supply of the large army which he
stated to be following at his heels. As it never occurred to any
one that he could be pursuing an army of seven thousand men through
a hostile country with only a handful of dragoons, his statements
were not doubted. The requisitions were complied with, and provisions
and stores poured into the town.

Las Torres at Almenara, where he had again perpetrated a horrible
massacre, heard the news of great preparations that Peterborough
was making for the supply of his army, and considering his position
to be unsafe again retreated hastily.

At Nules two hundred horses were found and at once appropriated
for the use of the army. With a portion of his force Peterborough
rode out to Castillon de la Plana, an open town of some size,
where the people were well affected to the Austrian cause. Here he
secured four hundred more horses, at the same time assuring both
friends and foes that his army was driving the enemy out of the
kingdom. On entering Nules, Peterborough had sent orders for Lord
Barrymore's regiment of British infantry, at that time under the
command of Colonel Pierce, to march from Vinaroz, where they had
been sent with the rest of the infantry from San Matteo to Oropesa,
a town about nine miles from Castillon, where he had collected all
the horses he had obtained during his march.

When the news reached Nules of the arrival of this regiment
at Oropesa, Lord Peterborough at once rode over. The regiment was
formed up for his inspection; it had marched with the greatest speed,
and the men were worn out and footsore with their long tramp over
the stony hills. After inspecting them the earl paid them a high
compliment upon their past achievements, and concluded by expressing
his wish that they had but horses and accouterments to try whether
a corps of so high a character would maintain their reputation in
the novelty of mounted service.

The joke of their eccentric general seemed but a poor one to the
footsore and almost shoeless men, but they were astonished when Jack
rode forward and presented to each of the officers a commission,
which he had drawn out in the earl's name, as cavalry officers.
Their astonishment was changed to delight when Peterborough marched
them to the brow of the hill where they stood, and they saw eight
bodies of horses drawn up in order ready for their eight companies.
Among these were set apart three good chargers for each captain,
two for lieutenants, and one for cornets. He ordered the regiment
to mount, and, immensely amused at their sudden elevation to the
cavalry service, the troops rode back to the town.

From the moment when he started from San Matteo Peterborough had,
in spite of his incessant exertions and multifarious cares, been
quietly making preparations for this event. He had sent to Barcelona
for the necessary accouterments for these men and for the dismounted
British dragoons. The accouterments had been sent from Barcelona
to the nearest port on the seacoast, and by continually urging on
the local carriers the earl had, in nine days after leaving San
Matteo, collected them in readiness at his depot at Castillon,
and thus raised his little band of horse to nearly a thousand men.
These he dispersed at once among the well affected towns of the
neighborhood, whose walls would render them safe from the attack
of an enemy unsupported by artillery, moving them constantly from
place to place, partly to accustom them to their new duties, partly
to confuse the enemy as to their numbers.


"Mr. Stillwell," the earl said, a few days after his arrival
at Castillon, "will you take twenty dragoons and ride out to the
village of Estrella? The district round it is extremely hostile,
and they prevent supplies being brought in from that direction.
Get hold of the principal men in the place, and tell them that if I
hear any more complaints of hostility in that neighborhood I will
send out a regiment of horse, burn their village, and ravage all
the country. I don't think you need apprehend any opposition; but
of course you will keep a good lookout."

"Am I to return tonight, sir?"

"Let that depend upon your reception. If the inhabitants show a
fairly good disposition, or if you see that at any rate there is a
considerable section of the population well disposed to the cause,
stay there for the night, and in the morning make a wide circuit
through the district before returning. If you perceive a strong
hostile feeling it were best not to sleep there; with so small a
force you would be liable to a night attack."

Twenty minutes later Jack rode off with his party, having first
obtained directions from the natives as to the best road to Estrella.
The village was but some fifteen miles off, and lay in the center
of a fertile district on the other side of a range of lofty hills.
The road they were traversing ran through the hills by a narrow
and very steep valley.

"This would be a nasty place to be attacked," Jack said to the
sergeant, who was riding just behind him.

"It would, indeed, sir; and if they were to set some of those stones
arolling they would soon knock our horses off their legs."

A mile or two further on the road again descended and the valley
opened to a fertile country. Another half hour's sharp riding brought
them into Estrella. Their coming had probably been signaled, for
the inhabitants evinced no sudden alarm as the little troop rode
along the principal street. The women stood at the doors of the
houses to look at them, the men were gathered in little knots at
the corners; but all were unarmed, and Jack saw at once that there
was no intention of offering resistance. He alighted at the door
of the village inn, and in a few minutes two or three of the chief
men in the village presented themselves.

"The English general," Jack said, "has heard that the people of
your neighborhood are hostile, and that those who would pass through
with animals and stores for the army are prevented from doing so.
He bids me say that he does not wish to war with the people of
this country so long as they are peaceful. Those who take up arms
he will meet with arms; but so long as they interfere not with him
he makes no inquiry as to whether their wishes are for King Charles
or Philip of Anjou; but if they evince an active hostility he will
be forced to punish them. You know how Marshal Tesse has massacred
unarmed citizens whom he deemed hostile, and none could blame the
English general did he carry out reprisals; but it will grieve him
to have to do so. He has therefore sent me with this small troop to
warn you that if the people of this village and district interfere
in any way with his friends, or evince signs of active hostility,
he will send a regiment of horse with orders to burn the village
to the ground, and to lay all the district bare."

"Your general has been misinformed," the principal man in the
place said. "There are, it is true, some in the district who hold
for Philip of Anjou; but the population are well disposed to King
Charles, and this village is ready to furnish any supplies that the
English may require. If your honor will give me a list of these I
will do my best to have them in readiness by tomorrow morning, and
I trust that you will honor us by stopping here till then."

Jack hesitated; he did not much like the appearance of the man or
the tone of humility in which he spoke; still, as he offered to
furnish supplies, he thought it well to accept the same.

"What horses could you let us have?" he asked.

"We could supply ten horses," the man said, "fit for cavalry, four
wagons of grain, and twenty barrels of wine."

"Very well," Jack said; "if these are ready by tomorrow morning I
will accept them as an earnest of your goodwill, and now I require
food for my men."

"That shall be ready for them in an hour," the man replied.

Jack now gave orders to the sergeant that the girths to the saddles
should be loosened, and the horses fastened in readiness for
service in the street close to the inn. Four men were then posted
as pickets at the distance of a quarter of a mile on each side of the
village. Corn was brought for the horses. The women and children
gathered round to gaze at the foreign soldiers, and Jack was convinced
that there was at any rate no intention to effect a surprise while
he remained in the village. In an hour the dinner was served, and
there was no reason to complain of the quantity or quality of the

An hour after dinner the troop again mounted and took a detour
of some miles through the district, passing through several other
villages, in none of which were the slightest signs of hostility
met with.

"Sergeant," Jack said, after they had returned to Estrella,
"everything looks very quiet and peaceful; but, considering what
we have heard of the feeling in this district, it seems to me that
it is almost too peaceful. I can't help feeling somewhat uneasy.
When it gets dark divide the troop into two parties; keep one
constantly under arms; place sentries in pairs at each end of the
village, and keep a most vigilant watch. Do not let the others
scatter to the quarters the mayor has provided; but let all lie
down here in the inn ready to turn out at a moment's notice. They
are a treacherous lot, these Spaniards, and we cannot be too strictly
on our guard."

The night passed, however, without an incident, and in the morning,
the five wagons with grain and wine, and eight horses, were brought

Jack, rather ashamed of his suspicions on the previous night, thanked
the mayor warmly. Eight of the troopers took each a led horse. The
four countrymen in charge of the wagons shouted to their oxen, and
the party moved out from Estrella.

"There are very few men about the village, Mr. Stilwell," the
sergeant said, as Jack reined back his horse to speak to him. "Did
you notice that, sir?"

"Yes," Jack said; "I did notice it; for except a few old men and
boys, there were none but women and children gathered round or
standing at their door. There were plenty of men about yesterday;
but perhaps they have all gone up to work in the fields; however,
we will keep our eyes open. You had best ride forward, sergeant,
to the two men in front and tell them to keep a sharp lookout."

They were proceeding only at a slow walk in order to keep pace with
the wagons, and it was an hour and a half after leaving Estrella
before they entered the hills.

Jack noticed that although many women and girls could be seen
working in the fields, not a man was in sight.

"It is curious, sergeant, that there are no men about, and I can't
help thinking that all is not right. Do you take four men with you
and ride straight on through that nasty narrow valley we noticed
as we came. Keep a sharp lookout on both sides, for there are rocks
enough on those hills to hide an army."

Jack halted the detachment when the scouting party went forward.
In three quarters of an hour the sergeant returned with his men,
saying that he had ridden right through the valley and could see
no signs of life whatever.

"Very well, sergeant, then we will proceed. But we will do so in
groups. If we are to be attacked in that valley, we could make no
fight of it were we ten times as many as we are; and if we must be
caught, they shall have as few of us as possible; therefore, let
a corporal with four men go on a good quarter of a mile ahead, so
that he will be past the worst part before the next body enter.
Then do you take ten men and go next. I will follow you at the same
distance with the other five men and the wagons. Order the corporal
if attacked to ride through if possible; if not, to fall back to
you. Do you do the same. If you are nearly through the valley when
you are attacked, dash straight forward. I shall see what is going
on, and will turn and ride back with my party, and making a sweep
round through the flat country find my way back by some other road.
In that case by no possibility can they get more than a few of us."

These orders, which were well calculated to puzzle a concealed
enemy, were carried out. The corporal's party were just disappearing
round a turn at the upper end of the valley when the main body
under the sergeant entered it. Jack was not quite so far behind,
and halted as he entered the valley to allow those who preceded
him to get through before he proceeded. They were still some two
hundred yards from the further end when a shot was heard, and in
an instant men appeared from behind every rock, and the hillside
was obscured with smoke as upward of two hundred guns were fired
almost simultaneously. Then there was a deep rumbling noise, and
the rocks came bounding down from above.

The sergeant carried out Jack's orders. At the flash of the first
gun he set off with his men at a gallop; and so quick and sudden
was the movement that but few of the bullets touched them, and the
rocks for the most part thundered down in their rear. Two or three
horses and men were, however, struck down and crushed by the massive
rocks; but the rest of the party got through the pass in safety
and joined their comrades who had preceded them. They rode on for
a short distance further, and then there was a halt, and wounds
were examined and bandaged.

"It is well that we came as we did," the sergeant said to his
corporal; "if we had been all together, with the wagons blocking
up the road, not a man Jack of us would have escaped alive. What an
escape it has been! the whole hillside seemed coming down on us."

"What will Mr. Stilwell do, sergeant?"

"He said he should ride back into the plain and take some other
way round," the sergeant replied; "but I fear he won't find it so
easy. Fellows who would lay such an ambush as that are pretty sure
to have taken steps to cut off the retreat of any who might escape
and ride back. I am sure I hope he will get out of it, for he is
a good officer, and as pleasant a young fellow as one can want to
serve under; besides, there are five of our chaps with him."

Jack had halted his men the instant the first shot was fired.
"Shall I shoot these fellows, sir ?" one of the troopers asked,
drawing his pistol and pointing it at the head of one of the peasants
leading a yoke of oxen.

"No," Jack said; "they are unarmed; besides, they are plucky fellows
for risking their lives on such a venture. There! the sergeant's
troop have got through; but there are two or three of them down.
Come along, lads, we must ride back, and there is no time to lose.
Keep well together, and in readiness to charge if I give the word.
It is likely enough our turn may come next."

They rode on without interruption at full gallop till they neared
the lower end of the valley. Then Jack drew up his horse. Across
the road and the ground on each side extended a dozen carts, the
oxen being taken out, and the carts placed end to end so as to form
a barricade. A number of men were standing behind them.

"I expected something of this sort," muttered Jack. He looked at
the hills on either side, but they were too steep to ride up on
horseback; and as to abandoning the animals and taking to the hills
on foot, it was not to be thought of, for the active peasants would
easily overtake them.

"We must ride straight forward," he said; "there is no other way
out of it. There is level ground enough for a horse to pass round
the left of the wagons. Ride for that point as hard as you can,
and when you are through keep straight forward for a quarter of a
mile till we are together again. Now!"

Giving his horse the spur, Jack dashed off at full speed, followed
closely by the troopers. As they approached the line guns flashed
out from the wagons, and the bullets sang thickly round them; but
they were going too fast to be an easy mark, and the peasants, after
firing their guns, seeing the point for which they were making, ran
in a body to oppose them, armed with pitch forks and ox goads; few
of them had, however, reached the spot when Jack and his troopers
dashed up. There was a short sharp struggle, and then, leaving
five or six of the peasants dead on the ground, the troopers burst
through and rode forward. One man only had been lost in the passage,
shot through the head as he approached the gap.

"So far we are safe," Jack said, "and as I expect every man in the
country round was engaged in that ambush, we need not hurry for
the present. The question is, Which way to go?"

This was indeed a difficult point to settle, for Jack was wholly
ignorant of the country. He had made inquiries as to the way to
Estrella, but knew nothing of any other roads leading from that
village, and indeed, for aught he knew, the road by which he had
come might be the only one leading to the south through the range
of hills.

"We will turn west," he said, after a moment's thought, "and keep
along near the foot of the hills till we come to another road
crossing them."

So saying, he set forward at an easy trot across the fields of
maize and wheat stubble, vineyards, and occasionally orchards. For
upward of two hours Jack led the way, but they saw no signs of a
road, and he observed with uneasiness that the plain was narrowing
fast and the hills on the left trending to meet those on the right
and form an apparently unbroken line ahead.

The horses were showing signs of fatigue, and Jack drew rein on
somewhat rising ground and looked anxiously round. If, as it seemed,
there was no break in the bills ahead, it would be necessary to
retrace their steps, and long ere this the defenders of the ravine
would have returned to their homes, and learned from the men
at the carts that a small party had escaped. As the women in the
fields would be able to point out the way they had taken, the whole
population would be out in pursuit of them. Looking round Jack saw
among some trees to his right what appeared to be a large mansion,
and resolved at once to go there.

"The horses must have food and a rest," he said, "before we set
out again; and though it's hardly probable, as the peasants are
so hostile, that the owner of this place is friendly, I would even
at the worst rather fall into the hands of a gentleman than into
those of these peasants, who would certainly murder us in cold

Thus saying, he rode toward the mansion, whose owner must, he thought
as he approached it, be a man of importance, for it was one of the
finest country residences he had seen in Spain. He rode up to the
front door and dismounted and rang at the bell. A man opened the
door, and looked with surprise and alarm at the English uniforms.
He would have shut the door again, but Jack put his shoulder to it
and pushed it open.

"What means this insolence?" he said sternly, drawing his pistol.
"Is your master in?"

"No, senor," the man stammered, "the count is from home."

"Is your mistress in?"

The man hesitated.

"I will see," he said.

"Look here, sir," Jack said. "Your mistress is in, and unless you
lead me straight to her I will put a bullet through your head."

Several other men servants had now come up, but the four troopers
had also entered. The Spaniards looked at each other irresolutely.

"Now, sirrah," Jack said, raising his pistol, "are you going to
obey me?"

The Spaniard, seeing Jack would execute his threat unless obeyed,
turned sullenly and led the way to a door. He opened it and entered.

"Madam the countess," he said, "an English officer insists on seeing

Jack followed him in. A lady had just risen from her seat.

"I must apologize, madam," he began, and then stopped in surprise,
while at the same moment a cry of astonishment broke from the lady.

"Senor Stilwell!" she cried. "Oh! how glad I am to see you! but--
but--" And she stopped.

"But how do I come here, countess, you would ask? I come here by
accident, and had certainly no idea that I should find you, or that
this mansion belonged to your husband. You told me when I saw you
last, a fortnight before I left Barcelona, that you were going away
to your seat in the country. You told me its name, too, and were
good enough to say that you hoped when this war was over that I
would come and visit you; but, in truth, as this is not a time for
visiting, I had put the matter out of my mind."

"And do you belong, then," the countess asked, "to the party who we
heard yesterday had arrived at Estrella? If so--" And she stopped

"If so, how have I escaped, you would ask? By good fortune and the
speed of my horse."

"What will the count say?" the countess exclaimed. "How will he
ever forgive himself? Had he known that our preserver was with that
party he would have cut off his right hand before he would have

"Led his tenants to attack us. He could not tell, countess, and
now I hope that you will give your retainers orders to treat my
men with hospitality. At present my four troopers and your men are
glowering at each other in the hall like wolves and dogs ready to
spring at each other's throats."

The countess at once went out into the hall. The servants had
now armed themselves, and, led by the majordomo, were standing in
readiness to attack the dragoons on the termination of the colloquy
between the officer and their mistress.

"Lay aside your arms, men," the countess said imperiously. "These
men are the count's guests. Enrico, do you not recognize this

The majordomo turned, and, at once dropping his musket, ran across,
and, falling on his knees, pressed Jack's hand to his lips. The
servants, who had at first stood in irresolute astonishment at
their mistress' order, no longer hesitated, but placed their arms
against the wall.

"This," the majordomo said to them, rising to his feet, "is the
noble English lord who saved the lives of the count and countess
and my young master from the mob at Barcelona, as I have often told

This explained the mystery. The servants saluted Jack with profound
respect, for all were deeply attached to the count and countess,
and had often thrilled with fury and excitement over the majordomo's
relation of that terrible scene at Barcelona.

Jack in a few words explained to the troopers the reason of the
change in their position. The dragoons put up their swords, and were
soon on the best terms with the retainers in the great kitchen, while
Jack and the countess chatted over the events which had happened
since they last parted.

"I shall always tremble when I think of today," the countess said.
"What a feeling mine would have been all my life had our preserver
been killed by my servants! I should never have recovered it. It
is true it would have been an accident, and yet the possibility
should have been foreseen. The count knew you were with the Earl
of Peterborough, and the whole English army should have been sacred
in his eyes for your sake; but I suppose he never thought of it
any more than I did. Of course every one knows that we belong to
Philip's party. It was for that, that the mob at Barcelona would
have killed us; but my husband does not talk much, and when he left
Barcelona no objection was raised. He did not intend to take part
in the war, and he little thought at that time that an enemy would
ever come so far from Barcelona; but yesterday, when a message came
that a small party of the enemy had entered the valley, and that
the peasants had prepared an ambuscade for them on their return,
and that they hoped that the count their master would himself come
and lead them to annihilate the heretics, the simple man agreed,
never thinking that you might be among them. What will his feelings
be when, he learns it!"

Late in the afternoon the count arrived. One of the servants who
had been on the lookout informed the countess of his approach.

"I will go myself to meet him," she said. "Do you stay here, senor,
where you can hear."

The count rode up at full speed, and as the door opened ran hastily

"What has happened, Nina?" he exclaimed anxiously. "I have had
a great fright. We have been following a small party of the enemy
who escaped us from Estrella, and just now a woman returning from
work in the fields told us she had seen five strange soldiers ride
up here and enter."

"They are here," the countess answered complacently. "They are at
present our guests."

"Our guests!" the count exclaimed, astonished "What are you saying,
Nina? The enemies of our country our guests! In what a position
have you placed me! I have two hundred armed men just behind. I
left them to ride on when I heard the news, being too anxious to
go at their pace, and now you tell me that these men of whom they
are in search are our guests! What am I to say or do? You amaze me

"What would you have me do?" the countess said. "Could I refuse
hospitality to wearied men who asked it, Juan?" she continued,
changing her tone. "You have to thank Providence indeed that those
men came to our door instead of falling into the hands of your

"To thank Providence!" the count repeated, astonished.

"Come with me and you will see why."

She led the way into the room, her husband following her. The count
gave a cry as his eye fell upon Jack, and every vestige of color
left his face.

"Mary, mother of heaven!" he said in a broken voice, "I thank thee
that I have been saved from a crime which would have imbittered
all my life. Oh, senor, is it thus we meet, thus, when I have been
hunting blindly for the blood of the man to whom I owe so much?"

"Happily there is no harm done, count," Jack said, advancing with
outstretched hand; "you were doing what you believed to be your
duty, attacking the enemy of your country. Had you killed me you
would have been no more to blame than I should, did a chance shot
of mine slay you when fighting in the ranks of the soldiers of

The count was some time before he could respond to Jack's greeting,
so great was his emotion at the thought of the escape he had had
from slaying the preserver of his wife and child. As soon as he
recovered himself he hurried out to meet the peasants, whose shouts
could be heard as they approached the castle. He soon returned and
bade his servants take a cask of wine into the courtyard behind
the house, with what bread and meat there might be in the larder.

"You had no trouble with them, I hope?" Jack asked.

"None whatever," the count said. "As soon as I told them the
circumstances under which you saved the life of the countess, my
boy, and myself, their only wish was to see you and express their
gratitude; they are simple fellows, these peasants, and if fairly
treated greatly attached to their lords."

"It's a pity their treatment of the prisoners is so savage," Jack
said dryly.

"They are savage," the count said, "but you must remember that the
history of Spain is one long story of war and bloodshed. They draw
knives on each other on the slightest provocation, and in their
amusements, as you know, there is nothing that in their eyes can
rival a bullfight; it is little wonder, then, that in war they are
savage and, as you would say, even bloodthirsty. This is not so in
regular warfare. Whatever may have been the conduct of some of our
irregulars, none have ever alleged that Spanish troops are less
inclined to give quarter to conquered foes than others; but in this
rough irregular warfare each peasant fights on his own account as
against a personal enemy, and as he would expect and would meet
with little mercy if he fell into the enemy's hands, so he grants
no mercy to those who fall into his. Indeed, after the brutal
treatment which Marshal Tesse has, I am ashamed to say, dealt out
to those who opposed him, you can scarcely blame peasants for acting
as they see civilized soldiers do."

A short time afterward Jack went out with the count into the courtyard,
and was received with the most hearty and cordial greeting by the
men who were an hour before thirsting for his blood. Among them
was the village mayor.

"Ah, sir," he said, "why did you not tell us that you had saved
the life of our lord and lady? You should have had all the horses
in the district, and as many wagons of wine and grain as we could
collect. We are all in despair that we should have attacked our
lord's preserver."

"I could not tell you," Jack said, "because I was in ignorance
that the Count de Minas was your lord; had I known it I should have
assuredly gone straight to him."

"We shall never forgive ourselves," the man said, "for having killed
four of your honor's soldiers."

"I am sorry that it was so," Jack said, "but I cannot blame you; and
I am sorry that we on our part must have killed as many of yours."

"Six," the mayor replied. "Yes, poor fellows, but the count will
see to their widows and orphans, he has promised us as much. I
drink to your health, senor," and all present joined in the shout,
"Long live the preserver of the count and countess!"

Jack and the count now returned to the house, and the next morning,
after a cordial adieu to the host and hostess, he rode back with
his men to Castillon.

"Welcome back, Mr. Stilwell," the general said as he entered; "I have
been very uneasy about you. Your men returned at noon yesterday and
told me of the ambush in which they had been beset. Your arrangements
were excellent except for your own safety. How did you manage to
get out? By the way, I was astonished by the arrival here an hour
since of the horses and wagons. The men who brought them could give
me no account of it, except that the Mayor of Estrella returned late
yesterday evening and ordered them to set out before daybreak. It
seemed to me a perfect mystery. I suspected at first that the wine
was poisoned, and ordered the men who brought it to drink some
at once, but as they did so without hesitation or sign of fear, I
concluded that I was mistaken. However, I have kept them captive
pending news from you to enlighten me."

"I am not surprised you were astonished, sir, but the matter was
simple enough ;" and then Jack related the circumstances which had
befallen them.

"Bravo!" the earl said; "for once, Mr. Stilwell, a good action has
had its reward, which, so far as my experience goes, is an exception."

The earl at once called in a sergeant and ordered the release of
the men who had brought the horses and wagons, and gave ten gold
pieces to be distributed among them. Jack also went out and begged
them to give his compliments and thanks to the mayor.

"I am heartily glad the adventure ended as it did," the earl said
when he returned, "for, putting aside the regret I should have felt
at your loss, it would have been a difficult business for me to
undertake, with my present force, to chastise the men who attacked
you, who must be bold and determined fellows, and capable of realizing
the advantages of this mountainous country. If all Spaniards would
do as much it would tax the power of the greatest military nation
to subdue them; and yet I could hardly have suffered such a check
without endeavoring to avenge it; so altogether, Mr. Stilwell, we
must congratulate ourselves that the affair ended as it did. In any
case you would have been in no way to blame, for your dispositions
throughout appear to have been excellent, and marked alike with
prudence and boldness."


While occupied in preparing for his advance, the general sent
letter after letter to Valencia, bidding the citizens to keep up
their courage, and promising to hasten to the relief of that city.
Ordering Jack to continue the correspondence in his name, so as
to delude both friends and foes that he was still at Castillon, he
took post secretly and hurried away back to Tortosa to see after
reinforcements. He still doubted whether the Spanish troops, which
the king had promised should be at his disposal for the campaign
in Valencia, had got into motion, and in case they had not done so
he determined to post to Colonel Wills and bring up that officer
with his brigade.

At Vinaroz he found that the Spanish troops had already entered
Valencia, and that some of the militia of that province and of
Catalonia were also in motion to join him. He therefore concentrated
his little force at Castillon, to which place he returned as rapidly
as he had left it. When it was assembled it consisted of a thousand
horse and two thousand infantry, being one English and three Spanish
battalions of regulars. Besides these were about three hundred
armed peasants, whom the earl thought it better not to join with
his army, and therefore quartered them at Almenara.

Although he had accomplished marvels, there was yet much to do.
The Duke of Arcos had succeeded the Conde de las Torres in the
chief command, the latter having been superseded after his signal
failures. The duke had ten thousand men placed under his orders,
of whom some thirty-five hundred were in possession of the strong
town of Murviedro, which covered the approach to Valencia, while
with the main body he marched upon Valencia and commenced the siege
of that city. The magistrates, knowing that they could expect but
little mercy should the town be taken, made vigorous preparations
for defense, and dispatched some messengers to Peterborough imploring
him to come to their assistance. He was now in readiness to do so,
and on the 1st of February marched from Castillon with his army.

Having unlimited powers, the earl, before starting, presented to
his two aides de camp commissions as captains, as a reward for the
services they had rendered.

Although so inferior in numbers the little army advanced toward
Valencia with an absolute confidence of victory. The successes
gained by their leader with a handful of cavalry over an army of
seven thousand men had been so astounding that his troops believed
him capable of effecting anything that he undertook. They had seen
him ride off from San Matteo with his little body of horse upon
what seemed an impossible enterprise; they had met him again after
having conquered half a province; and if he had accomplished this
with such scanty means, what was not possible now when he had three
thousand men at his disposal?

But the earl trusted fully as much to his talents in the way
of deceiving the enemy as to his power of defeating them by open
force in the field. His eccentric genius appeared to revel in the
mendacious statements by which he deceived and puzzled both friend
and foe; and although the spreading of a certain amount of false
news for the purpose of deceiving an enemy has always been considered
as a legitimate means of warfare, Peterborough altogether exceeded
the usual limits, and appeared to delight in inventing the most
complicated falsehoods from the mere love of mischief. At times
Jack was completely bewildered by his general, so rapid were the
changes of plans, so changeable his purposes, so fantastic and
eccentric his bearing and utterances. That his military genius was
astonishing no one can for a moment question, but it was the genius
rather of a knight errant than of the commander of great armies.

As a partisan leader Peterborough is without a rival in history.
Whether he would have succeeded equally well as the commander
of great armies he had never an opportunity of proving, but it is
more than doubtful. Rapid changes of plan, shifting and uncertain
movements, may lead to wonderful successes when but a small body of
troops have to be set in motion, but would cause endless confusion
and embarrassment with a large army, which can only move in accordance
with settled plans and deliberate purpose.

It must be said, however, that this most eccentric of generals
proved upon many occasions, as at the siege of Barcelona, that he
was capable of adapting himself to circumstances, and it is possible
that had he ever been placed in command of a great army he would
have laid aside his flightiness and eccentricity, his love for
theatrical strokes and hair breadth adventures, and would have
exhibited a steadfast military genius which would have placed his
name in the annals of British history on a par with those of Wellington
and Marlborough. Never did he exhibit his faculty for ingenious
falsehood more remarkably than at Murviedro, where, indeed, a great
proportion of his inventions appear to have been prompted rather
by a spirit of malice than by any military necessity.

Murviedro was the Saguntum of the Romans, one of the strongest
cities in Spain. The force there was commanded by Brigadier General
Mahony, an officer of Irish descent. He had under him five hundred
regular cavalry and a battalion of eight hundred trained infantry;
the rest of his force consisted of Spanish militia. The town itself
was fairly strong and contained a large population. It was separated
from a wide plain by a river, on the banks of which redoubts mounted
with artillery had been thrown up.

Here the Valencian road wound through a pass, above which, on
the crest of a lofty overhanging hill, were the ruins of ancient
Saguntum. Peterborough had no artillery save a few Spanish field
guns; the enemy's position was formidable both by formation and art,
and his force was altogether inadequate for an attack upon it. So
hopeless did the attempt appear to be that Peterborough's officers
were unanimous in the opinion that it would be better to make a wide
circuit and avoid the place, and to march directly upon Valencia
and give battle to the Duke of Arcos under its walls. Peterborough,
however, simply told them to wait and see what would come of it,
and in the mean time he continued to bewilder his foes by the most
surprising romances.

His agents were for the most part a few sharp witted dragoons, and
some peasants whose fidelity was secured by their families being
held as hostages. He had already contrived to bewilder the division
of Las Torres before it reached the main body under the Duke of
Arcos. A spy in his pay had informed the Spanish general that the
British were close upon him, and he had accordingly at once broken
up his camp and marched all night.

In the morning the spy again presented himself and stated that the
British were pushing on over the mountains to his left to occupy
an important point and to cut off his retreat to the Valencian
plains. As it seemed absolutely impossible that they could have
pressed forward so quickly, Las Torres refused to credit the story.
The spy, as if indignant at his truth being doubted, pledged himself
at the hazard of his life to give proof of the assertion to any
officer who might be sent to ascertain it.

Two officers in plain clothes were accordingly sent with him in the
direction where he stated the English to be; but when they stopped
for refreshment at a village on the way they were suddenly pounced
upon by a picket of English dragoons, who had been sent there for
the purpose. After a time the spy pretended to the two officers
that he had made the guard drunk and that they could now make their
escape, and leading them stealthily to the stable showed them two
of the dragoons lying in an apparently drunken sleep. Three horses
were quietly led out of the stable, and the three men rode off,
some of the dragoons making a show of pursuit.

This incident, of course, established the credit of the spy. Las
Torres was convinced that his retreat was really threatened, and
hurried on again with all speed, while all this time the English
army was really many miles away near Murviedro. Other dragoons were
induced to feign desertion, while some permitted themselves to be
taken prisoners, and as each vied with the others in the extravagance
of his false information, the Spanish generals were utterly bewildered
by the contradictory nature of the lies that reached them.

While Las Torres was hastening away at full speed to join the Duke
of Arcos, Peterborough was occupied in fooling Mahony. That officer
was a distant relation of Lady Peterborough, and the earl sent to
demand an interview with him, naming a small hill near the town for
the purpose. When the time for the interview approached the earl
disposed his army so as to magnify their numbers as much as possible.
Some were posted as near the town as they could venture along the
pass; others were kept marching on the lower slopes of the hills,
their numbers increased in appearance by masses of the armed
peasantry being mingled with them.

Mahony having received the earl's word for his safety rode out
to the appointed place to meet him, accompanied by several of the
principal Spanish officers. Peterborough first used every persuasion
to induce Mahony to enter the service of King Charles, but the
Irish officer refused to entertain the tempting offers which he
made. Peterborough then changed his tone, and said with an air of
kindly frankness:

"The Spaniards have used such severities and cruelties at Villa
Real as to oblige me to retaliate. I am willing to spare a town
if under your protection. I know that you cannot pretend to defend
it with the horse you have, which will be so much more useful in
another place if joined with the troops of Arcos to obstruct my
passing the plains of Valencia. I am confident that you will soon
quit Murviedro, which I can as little prevent as you can hinder
me from taking the town. The inhabitants there must be exposed to
the most abject miseries, and I can in no way preserve it but by
being bound in a capitulation, which I am willing to give you if
I have the assurance of the immediate surrender of the place this
very night. Some cases are so apparent that I need not dissemble.
I know you will immediately send to the Duke of Arcos to march to
the Carthusian convent and meet him there with the body of horse
under your command."

The earl further offered, in the same apparent spirit of frankness,
to show Mahony all his troops and artillery, as well as the large
resources he had upon the sea, which was only six miles off.
Mahony was entirely deceived by the manner of the man he regarded
as a relative, and laughingly acknowledged that he had, in case of
necessity, intended to fall back with his cavalry upon the Duke of
Arcos. The interview ended by Mahony retiring to the town, agreeing
to send back an answer in half an hour. At the end of that time he
sent out a capitulation by a Spanish officer.

Had Peterborough's scheme ended here he would not have exceeded the
bounds of what is regarded as a fair method of deceiving an enemy,
but his subsequent proceedings were absolutely indefensible, and
are, indeed, almost incredible on the part of the man who in some
respects carried the point of honor almost to an extreme. His
notion, no doubt, was to paralyze the action of the enemy by exciting
suspicions of treachery among their leaders, but the means which
he took to do so were base and unworthy in the extreme.

He began with the Spanish officer who had brought the capitulation,
giving him a garbled account of his interview with Mahony, and
then endeavoring to bribe him to desert to the Austrian cause,
insinuating that he had succeeded by this means with Mahony. As the
earl expected, he failed to induce the Spaniard to desert, but he
succeeded in his purpose of filling his mind with suspicions of
treachery on the part of Mahony.

Mahony had conducted the negotiations in a manner worthy of a loyal
and skillful officer; he had stipulated not to leave the town till
one o'clock in the morning, and that Peterborough should not pass
the river until that hour.

This he had arranged in order to allow the Duke of Arcos time
to reach the plains, where he was to be joined by the horse from
Murviedro. But Peterborough's machinations had been effectual; the
Spanish officer, on his return, informed his countrymen that Mahony
had betrayed them, and the troops and populace became enraged against
the unfortunate Irishman and threatened his life. Peterborough,
who, in spite of his perverted notions of honor, would not on any
account have passed the river before the time stipulated, heard
the neighing of horses in the town and supposed that some of the
troops were leaving it. In order, therefore, to create suspicion
and confusion among the enemy, he ordered a body of men near the
river to fire straggling shots as if small parties were engaged at
the outposts.

Mahony hearing these sounds sent word that whatever collision
might have occurred it was the result of no breach of the terms
of capitulation on his part, and that, depending implicitly on the
honor of an English general, he could not believe that any foul
play could take place. Peterborough sent back his compliments by the
officer who brought the message, with expressions of gratification
at the good understanding which prevailed between them, and
at the same time he proposed that Mahony, for the security of the
inhabitants of Murviedro, and to prevent his troops being molested
as they retired from the town, should permit a regiment of English
dragoons to cross the river and to form a guard at the gates,
offering at the same time to deliver up a number of his officers
as hostages to the Spanish for the loyal fulfillment of the terms.

In an evil hour for himself Mahony consented to the proposal.
When the Spaniards saw Peterborough's dragoons advancing without
opposition through the difficult pass, and up to the very gates of
the town, their suspicions of the treachery of their leader became
a certainty. The Spanish officers each got his company or troop
together as quickly as possible and hurried across the plain to
the camp of the duke, where they spread a vague but general panic.
The officers accused Mahony of treachery to the Spanish general,
and the national jealousy of foreigners made their tale easily
believed; bat Peterborough had taken another step to secure the
success of his diabolical plan against the honor of his wife's

He made choice of two Irish dragoons, and persuaded them by bribes
and promises of promotion to undertake the dangerous part of false
deserters, and to tell the tale with which he furnished them. They
accordingly set out and rode straight to the camp of the Duke of
Arcos and gave themselves up to the outposts, by whom they were
led before the Spanish general. Questioned by him, they repeated
the story they had been taught.

The statement was that they had been sitting drinking wine together
under some rocks on the hillside, close to where the conference
was held, and that Peterborough and Mahony, walking apart from the
others, came near to where they were sitting, but did not notice
them, and that they saw the earl deliver five thousand pistoles to
Mahony, and heard him promise to make him a major general in the
English army, and to give him the command of ten thousand Irish
Catholics which were being raised for the service of King Charles.
They said that they were content to receive no reward, but to be
shot as spies if Mahony himself did not give proof of treachery by
carrying out his arrangements with the earl, by sending a messenger
requesting the duke to march that night across the plain toward
Murviedro to the Carthusian convent, where everything would be
arranged for their destruction by a strong ambush of British troops.

Scarcely had the men finished their story when an aide de camp
galloped in from Mahony with the very proposition which they had
reported that he would make. Arcos had now no doubt whatever of
Mahony's treason, and instead of complying with his request, which
was obviously the best course to have been pursued, as the junction
of the two armies would thereby have been completed, the duke broke
up his camp without delay and fell back in exactly the opposite

This was exactly what Peterborough had been scheming to bring about.
Mahony, with his cavalry, having delivered over the town, marched
to the Carthusian convent, and there, finding themselves unsupported,
rode on to the spot where the duke had been encamped, and finding
that his army was gone, followed it. On overtaking it Mahony was
instantly arrested and sent a prisoner to Madrid.

It is satisfactory to know that he succeeded in clearing himself
from the charge of treachery, was promoted to the rank of major
general, and was sent back with Las Torres, who was ordered to
supersede the Duke of Arcos.

The success of the earl's stratagem had been complete. Without the
loss of a single man he had obtained possession of Murviedro, and
had spread such confusion and doubt into the enemy's army that,
although more than three times his own force, it was marching away
in all haste, having abandoned the siege of Valencia, which city he
could now enter with his troops. The success was a wonderful one;
but it is sad to think that it was gained by such a treacherous
and dastardly maneuver, which might have cost a gallant officer--
who was, moreover, a countryman and distant connection of the earl
--his honor and his life.

The next day the earl entered the city of Valencia in triumph. The
whole population crowded into the streets. The houses were decorated
with flags and hangings. The church bells pealed out their welcome,
and amid the shouts of the people below and the waving of handkerchiefs
from the ladies at the balconies, he rode through the streets to
the town hall, where all the principal personages were assembled,
followed by the little army with which he had performed what appeared
to have been an impossible undertaking.

After their incessant labors during the past two months, the rest
at Valencia was most grateful to the troops. The city is celebrated
as being one of the gayest and most delightful in all Spain. Its
situation is lovely, standing within a mile and a half of the sea,
in a rich plain covered with vines, olives, and other fruit trees,
while beyond the plains rise the mountains, range after range, with
the higher summits covered with snow. The people, at all times
pleasure loving, gave themselves up to fetes and rejoicings for
some time after the entrance of the army that had saved them from
such imminent danger, and all vied in hospitality to the earl and
his officers.

King Charles, astonished and delighted at Peterborough's success,
appointed him captain general of all his forces, and gave him the
power of appointing and removing all governors and other public
servants, as he might consider necessary for the good of the
cause, while from London the earl received a dispatch appointing
him plenipotentiary at the court of King Charles.

Here as at Barcelona the earl entered with almost boyish animation
into the gayety of which he was the center. With the priests and
ladies he was an especial favorite, having won the former by the
outward respect which he paid to their religion, and by the deference
he exhibited toward themselves.

Valencia prided itself on being one of the holiest cities in Spain,
and no other town could boast of the connection of so many saints
or the possession of so many relics. The priesthood were numerous
and influential. Religious processions were constantly passing through
the streets, and in the churches the services were conducted with
the greatest pomp and magnificence.

Peterborough, knowing the value of the alliance and assistance of
the priests, spared no pains to stand well with the Church, revenging
himself for the outward deference he paid to it by the bitterest
sarcasm and jeers in his letters to his friends at home. Believing
nothing himself, the gross superstition which he saw prevailing
round him was an argument in favor of his own disbelief in holy
things, and he did not fail to turn it to advantage.

With the ladies his romantic adventures, his extraordinary bravery,
his energy and endurance, his brilliant wit, his polished manner,
his courtesy and devotion, rendered him an almost mythical hero;
and the fair Valencians were to a woman his devoted admirers and

But, while apparently absorbed in pleasure, Peterborough's energy
never slumbered for a moment. His position was still one of extreme
danger. The force of Las Torres, seven thousand strong, recovering
from their panic, had, a day or two after he entered the town, returned
and taken post on some hills near it, preparatory to recommencing
the siege. Four thousand Castilians were marching to their support
by the road leading through Fuente de la Higuera, while at Madrid,
within an easy distance, lay the overwhelming forces of the main
army under Marshal Tesse.. To cope with these forces he had but
his little army in the town, amounting to but three thousand men,
deficient in artillery, ammunition, and stores of all kinds.

Had Marshal Tesse marched at once to join Las Torres Peterborough's
little force must have been crushed; but the court of King Philip
decided to dispatch the marshal against Barcelona. Fortunately
Peterborough was well informed by the country people of everything
that was passing, for in every town and village there were men or
women who sent him news of all that was going on in their neighborhood.

It was but a week after they entered Valencia that the earl, happening
to pass close by Jack Stilwell at a brilliant ball, paused for a
moment and said:

"Get away from this in half an hour, find Graham, and bring him
with you to my quarters. Before you go find Colonel Zinzendorf and
tell him to have two hundred men ready to mount at half past one.
He is here somewhere. If you find he has left you must go round to
the barracks. Tell him the matter is to be kept an absolute secret.
I know," the earl said gallantly to the lady on his arm and to
Jack's partner, "we can trust you two ladies to say nothing of what
you have heard. It is indeed grief and pain to myself and Captain
Stilwell to tear ourselves away from such society, and you may be
sure that none but the most pressing necessity could induce me to
do it."

Jack at once led his partner to a seat and set out on the search for
Graham and the colonel of dragoons. He was some time finding them
both, and it was already past one when the three issued together
from the palace where the fete was held, and hurried off, the
two young officers to Peterborough's quarters, the colonel to his

The earl was already in his chamber. He had slipped away unobserved
from the ball, and had climbed the wall of the garden, to avoid
being noticed passing out of the entrance. His great wig and court
uniform were thrown aside, and he was putting on the plain uniform
which he used on service when his aides de camp entered.

"Get rid of that finery and gold lace," he said as they entered.
"You have to do a forty mile ride before morning. I have received
glorious news. One of my partners told me that she had, just as she
was starting for the ball, received a message from a cousin saying
that a vessel had come into port from Genoa with sixteen brass
twenty-four pounder guns, and a quantity of ammunition and stores,
to enable Las Torres to commence the siege. The stores were landed
yesterday, and carts were collected from the country round in
readiness for a start at daybreak this morning. As these things
will be even more useful to us than to the Spaniards, I mean to
have them now. Be as quick as you can. I have already ordered your
horses to be brought round with mine."

In five minutes they were in the saddle and rode quickly to the
cavalry barracks. The streets were still full of people; but the earl
in his simple uniform passed unnoticed through them. The dragoons
were already mounted when they reached the barracks.

"We will go out at the back gate, colonel," the earl said. "Take
the most quiet streets by the way, and make for the west gate.
Break your troop up into four parties, and let them go by different
routes, so that any they meet will suppose they are merely small
bodies going out to relieve the outposts. If it was suspected that
I was with you, and that an expedition was on foot, the Spaniards
would hear it in an hour. Loyal as the population are here, there
must be many adherents of Philip among them, and Las Torres no
doubt has his spies as well as we have."

The earl's orders were carried out, and half an hour later the
four parties again assembled at a short distance outside the city
gates. Peterborough placed himself at their head and rode directly
for the sea.

"The Spaniards are sure to have outposts placed on all the roads
leading inland," he said to Colonel Zinzendorf, "and the Spanish
irregulars will be scattered all over the country; but I do not
suppose they will have any down as far as the seashore."

When they reached the coast they followed a small road running
along its margin. Two or three miles further they turned off and
rode inland till they struck a main road, so as to avoid following
all the windings of the coast. They now pushed on at a sharp trot,
and just at four o'clock came down upon the little port.

Its streets were cumbered with country carts, and as the dragoons
dashed into the place a few shots were fired by some Spanish soldiers
belonging to a small detachment which had been sent by Las Torres
to act as a convoy for the guns and stores, and who were sleeping
on the pavement or scattered among the houses in readiness for a
start at daybreak. The resistance soon ceased. Before entering the
place Peterborough had placed a cordon of dragoons in a semicircle
round it to prevent any one passing out.

No time was lost; the carts were already loaded, and a troop of
cavalry horses stood picketed by the guns. These were soon harnessed
up, and the few other horses in the place were seized to prevent any
one riding off with the news. The order was given to the peasants
to start their carts, and in ten minutes after their entering the
place the convoy was on its way with its long row of carts laden
with ammunition and its sixteen guns.

The cordon of dragoons was still left round the town, the officer
in command being ordered to allow no one to pass for an hour and a
half, after which time he was to gallop on with his men to overtake
the convoy, as by that time it would be no longer possible for
any one to carry the news to Las Torres in time for him to put his
troops into motion to cut off the convoy from Valencia. The journey
back took much longer than the advance, for the carts, drawn for
the most part by bullocks, made but slow progress. Three hours
after the convoy started the dragoons left behind overtook them.
When within three miles of the town, they were met by a small party
of the enemy's Spanish militia; but these were at once scattered by
a charge of the dragoons, and the convoy proceeded without further
molestation until just at noon it entered the gates of Valencia, where
the astonishment and delight of the inhabitants at its appearance
were unbounded.

In a few hours the cannon were all mounted in position on the
ramparts, adding very much to the defensive power of the town,
which was now safe for a time from any attempt at a siege by Las
Torres, whose plans would be entirely frustrated by the capture of
the artillery intended for the siege.

But Peterborough was not yet contented. The junction of the four
thousand Castilians, of whose approach he had heard, with Las
Torres would raise the force under that general to a point which
would enable him to blockade the town pending the arrival of
artillery for siege works; and no sooner had the earl returned to
his quarters, after seeing the cannon placed upon the walls, than
he began his preparations for another expedition. He ordered Colonel
Zinzendorf to march quietly out of the city at eight o'clock with
four hundred of his dragoons, and four hundred British and as many
Spanish infantry were to join him outside the walls. The colonels
of these three bodies were ordered to say nothing of their intended
movement, and to issue no orders until within half an hour of the
time named. At the same hour the rest of the troops were to march
to the walls and form a close cordon round them, so as to prevent
any one from letting himself down by a rope and taking the news
that an expedition was afoot to Las Torres.

At a few minutes past eight, eight hundred foot and four hundred
horse assembled outside the gates, and Peterborough took the command.
His object was to crush the Castilians before they could effect a
junction with Las Torres. In order to do this it would be necessary
to pass close by the Spanish camp, which covered the road by which
the reinforcements were advancing to join them.

In perfect silence the party moved forward and marched to a ford
across the river Xucar, a short distance only below the Spanish
camp. Peterborough rode at their head, having by his side a Spanish
gentleman acquainted with every foot of the country. They forded
the river without being observed, and then, making as wide a circuit
as possible round the camp, came down upon the road without the
alarm being given; then they pushed forward, and after three hours'
march came upon the Castilians at Fuente de la Higuera. The surprise
was complete. The Spaniards, knowing that the Spanish army lay between
them and the town, had taken no precautions, and the British were
in possession of the place before they were aware of their danger.

There was no attempt at resistance beyond a few hasty shots. The
Castilians were sleeping wrapped up in their cloaks around the place,
and on the alarm they leaped up and fled wildly in all directions.
In the darkness great numbers got away, but six hundred were taken
prisoners. An hour was spent in collecting and breaking the arms
left behind by the fugitives, and the force, with their prisoners
in their midst, then started back on their return march. The circuit
of the Spanish camp was made, and the ford passed as successfully
as before, and just as daylight was breaking the little army marched
into Valencia.

The news rapidly spread, and the inhabitants hurried into the
streets, unable at first to credit the news that the Castilian army,
whose approach menaced the safety of the town, was destroyed. The
movement of the troops on the previous night to the ramparts and
the absence of the greater part of the officers from the festivities
had occasioned some comment; but as none knew that an expedition had
set out, it was supposed that the earl had received news from his
spies that Las Torres intended to attempt a sudden night attack, and
the people would have doubted the astonishing news they now received
had it not been for the presence of the six hundred Castilian

These two serious misadventures caused Las Torres to despair of
success against a town defended by so energetic and enterprising
a commander as Peterborough, and he now turned his thoughts toward
the small towns of Sueca and Alcira. Below these towns and commanded
by their guns was the important bridge of Cullera, by which by far
the greater portion of the supplies for the town was brought in
from the country. Las Torres therefore determined to seize these
places, which were distant about fifteen miles from his camp, and
so to straiten the town for provisions.

As usual, Peterborough's spies brought him early intelligence of
the intended movement, and the orders issued by Las Torres were
known to the earl a few hours later. It needed all his activity to
be in time. Five hundred English and six hundred Spanish infantry,
and four hundred horse, were ordered to march with all speed to
the threatened towns; and, pushing on without a halt, the troops
reached them half an hour before the Spanish force appeared on the
spot. On finding the two towns strongly occupied by the British,
Las Torres abandoned his intention and drew off his troops.

A portion of the Spanish army were cantoned in a village only some
two miles from Alcira, and a few days later Peterborough determined
to surprise it, and for that purpose marched out at night from
Valencia with an English force of a thousand men, and reached the
spot intended at daybreak as he had arranged. The Spanish garrison
of Alcira, also about a thousand strong, had orders to sally out and
attack the village at the same hour. The Spaniards also arrived
punctually, but just as they were preparing to burst upon the
unconscious enemy, who were four thousand strong, they happened to
come upon a picket of twenty horse. An unaccountable panic seized
them; they broke their ranks and fled in such utter confusion
that many of the terror stricken soldiers killed each other. The
picket aroused the enemy, who quickly fell into their ranks, and
Peterborough, seeing that it would be madness to attack them with
his wearied and unsupported force, reluctantly ordered a retreat,
which he conducted in perfect order and without the loss of a man.

This was Peterborough's only failure; with this exception every one
of his plans had proved successful, and he only failed here from
trusting for once to the cooperation of his wholly unreliable
Spanish allies. After this nothing was done on either side for
several weeks.

The campaign had been one of the most extraordinary ever
accomplished, and its success was due in no degree to chance, but
solely to the ability of Peterborough himself. Wild as many of his
schemes appeared, they were always planned with the greatest care.
He calculated upon almost every possible contingency, and prepared
for it. He never intrusted to others that which he could do himself,
and he personally commanded every expedition even of the most petty

His extraordinary physical powers of endurance enabled him to support
fatigue and to carry out adventure, which would have prostrated
most other men. The highest praise, too, is due to the troops,
who proved themselves worthy of such a leader. Their confidence in
their chief inspired them with a valor equal to his own. They bore
uncomplainingly the greatest hardships and fatigues, and engaged
unquestioningly in adventures and exploits against odds which made
success appear absolutely hopeless. The hundred and fifty dragoons
who followed the Earl of Peterborough to the conquest of Valencia
deserve a place side by side with the greatest heroes of antiquity.


From the moment that the news of the loss of Barcelona had reached
Madrid, Philip of Anjou had labored strenuously to collect a force
sufficient to overwhelm his enemies. He had, moreover, written
urgently to Louis XIV for assistance, and although France was at
the moment obliged to make strenuous efforts to show a front to
Marlborough and his allies, who had already at Blenheim inflicted
a disastrous defeat upon her, Louis responded to the appeal.  Formidable
French armies were assembled at Saragossa and Roussillon, while a
fleet of twelve ships of the line, under the command of the Count
of Toulouse, sailed to blockade Barcelona, and the Duke of Berwick,
one of the ablest generals of the day, was sent to head the southern

In January the French army of Catalonia, under Marshal Tesse, reached
Saragossa, where the arrogance and brutality of the marshal soon
excited a storm of hatred among the Aragonese. The towns resisted
desperately the entry of the French troops; assassinations of
officers and men were matters of daily occurrence, and the savage
reprisals adopted by the marshal, instead of subduing, excited the
Spaniards to still fiercer resistance. But savage and cruel as was
the marshal, he was in no haste to meet the enemy in the field, and
Philip, who was with him, had the greatest difficulty in getting
him to move forward.

It was in the last week of February that the news reached the Earl
of Peterborough that Marshal Tesse had left Saragossa, and was
marching toward Lerida. This was two days after the unsuccessful
attempt to surprise the enemy's camp near Alcira; and, menaced as
Valencia was by a force greatly superior to his own, he could not
leave the city, which in his absence would speedily have succumbed
to the attack of Las Torres. He walked quickly up and down his room
for some minutes and then said:

"Captain Stilwell, I cannot leave here myself, but I will send you
to the Marquis of Cifuentes. You have shown the greatest activity
and energy with me, and I do not doubt that you will do equally
well when acting independently. I will give you a letter to the
marquis, saying that you are one of my most trusted and valued
officers, and begging him to avail himself to the fullest of your
energy and skill. I shall tell him that at present I am tied here,
but that when the enemy reach Barcelona, I shall at all hazards
march hence and take post in their rear and do what I can to prevent
their carrying on the siege. In the mean time I beg him to throw
every obstacle in the way of their advance, to hold every pass to
the last, to hang on their rear, attack baggage trains, and cut
off stragglers. He cannot hope to defeat Tesse, but he may wear
out and dispirit his men by constant attacks. You speak Spanish
fluently enough now, and will be able to advise and suggest. Remember,
every day that Tesse is delayed gives so much time to the king to
put Barcelona in a state of defense. With my little force I cannot
do much even when I come. The sole hope of Barcelona is to hold
out until a fleet arrives from England. If the king would take
my advice I will guarantee that he shall be crowned in Madrid in
two months; but those pig headed Germans who surround him set him
against every proposition I make. You had better start tonight as
soon as it gets dark, and take a mounted guide with you who knows
the country thoroughly.

"It will be a change for you, from the pleasures of Valencia
to a guerrilla warfare in the mountains in this inclement season,
Stilwell," Graham said as they left the general. "I don't think
I should care about your mission. I own I have enjoyed myself in
Valencia, and I have lost my heart a dozen times since we arrived."

"I have not lost mine at all," Jack said laughing, "and I am sick
of all these balls and festivities. I was not brought up to it,
you know, and rough as the work may be I shall prefer it to a long
stay here."

"Yes," Graham agreed, "I should not care for a long stay, but you
may be quite certain the earl will not remain inactive here many
weeks. He is waiting to see how things go, and the moment the game
is fairly opened you may be sure he will be on the move."

"Yes, I don't suppose you will be very long after me," Jack said;
"still, I am not sorry to go."

At seven o'clock in the evening Jack set out, taking with him two
dragoons as orderlies, the earl having suggested that he should do

"Always do a thing yourself if it is possible, Captain Stilwell;
but there are times when you must be doing something else, and it
is as well to have some one that you can rely upon; besides, the
orderlies will give you additional importance in the eyes of the
peasants. Most of the men have picked up some Spanish, but you had
better pick out two of my orderlies who are best up in it."

Jack had spent the afternoon in making a round of calls at the
houses where he had been entertained, and after the exchange of
adieus, ceremonial speeches, and compliments, he was heartily glad
when the gates closed behind him and he set out on his journey.
As the road did not pass anywhere near the Spanish camp there was
little fear of interruption in the way. The guide led them by little
frequented tracks across the hills, and by morning they were far
on their road.

They were frequently obliged to make detours to avoid towns and
villages favorable to King Philip. Why one town or village should
take one side, and the next the other, was inexplicable to Jack, but
it was so, and throughout the country this singular anomaly existed.
It could be accounted for by a variety of causes. A popular mayor
or a powerful landed proprietor, whose sympathies were strong with
one side or the other, would probably be followed by the townspeople
or peasants. The influence of the priests, too, was great, and this
also was divided. However it was, the fact remained that, as with
Villa Real and Nules, neighboring towns were frequently enthusiastically
in favor of opposite parties. As Jack had seen all the dispatches
and letters which poured in to the earl, he knew what were the
circumstances which prevailed in every town and village. He knew
to what residences of large proprietors he could ride up with an
assurance of welcome, and those which must be carefully avoided.

In some parts of the journey, where the general feeling was hostile,
Jack adopted the tactics of his general, riding boldly into the
village with his two dragoons clattering behind him, summoning
the head men before him, and peremptorily ordering that provisions
and forage should be got together for the five hundred horsemen
who might be expected to come in half an hour. The terror caused
by Peterborough's raids was so great that the mere sight of the
English uniform was sufficient to insure obedience, and without
any adventure of importance Jack and his companions rode on, until,
on the third day after leaving Valencia, they approached Lerida.
Groups of armed peasants hurrying in the same direction were now
overtaken. These saluted Jack with shouts of welcome, and he learned
that, on the previous day, Marshal Tesse with his army had crossed
from Arragon into Catalonia, and that the alarm bells had been rung
throughout the district.

From the peasants Jack learned where the Count of Cifuentes would
be found. It was in a village among the hills, to the left of the
line by which the enemy were advancing. It was toward this place
that the peasants were hastening. Jack had frequently met the count
at the siege of Barcelona, and had taken a strong liking for the
gallant and dashing Spanish nobleman. The village was crowded with
peasants armed with all sorts of weapons--rough, hardy, resolute
men, determined to defend their country to the last against the
invaders. A shout of satisfaction arose as Jack and his two troopers
rode in, and at the sound the count himself appeared at the door
of the principal house in the village.

"Ah, Senor Stilwell," he said, "this in an unexpected pleasure. I
thought that you were with the earl in Valencia."

"So I have been, count, but he has sent me hither with a dispatch
for you, and, as you will see by its contents, places me for awhile
at your disposal."

"I am pleased indeed to hear it," the count said; "but pray, senor

"Captain, count," Jack said with a smile, "for to such rank the earl
has been pleased to promote me as a recognition for such services
as I was able to perform in his campaign against Valencia."

"Ah," the count said, "you earned it well. Every man in that wonderful
force deserved promotion. It was an almost miraculous adventure,
and recalled the feats of the Cid. Truly the days of chivalry are
not passed; your great earl has proved the contrary."

They had now entered the house, and, after pouring out a cup of
wine for Jack after the fatigue of his ride, the count opened the
dispatch of which Jack was the bearer.

"It is well." he said when he had read it. "As you see for yourself
I am already preparing to carry out the first part, for the alarm
bells have been ringing out from every church tower in this part of
Catalonia, and in another twenty-four hours I expect six thousand
peasants will be out. But, as the earl says, I have no hope with
such levies as these of offering any effectual opposition to the
advance of the enemy.

"The Miquelets cannot stand against disciplined troops. They have
no confidence in themselves, and a thousand Frenchmen could rout six
thousand of them; but as irregulars they can be trusted to fight.
You shall give me the advantage of your experience and wide knowledge,
and we will dispute every pass, cut off their convoys, and harass
them. I warrant that they will have to move as a body, for it will
go hard with any party who may be detached from the rest."

"I fear, count, you must not rely in any way upon my knowledge,"
Jack said. "I am a very young officer, though I have had the good
fortune to be promoted to the rank of captain."

"Age goes for nothing in this warfare," the count said. "The man
of seventy and the boy of fifteen who can aim straight from behind
a rock are equally welcome. It is not a deep knowledge of military
science that will be of any use to us here. What is wanted is a quick
eye, a keen spirit, and courage. These I know that you have, or you
would never have won the approbation of the Earl of Peterborough,
who is, of all men, the best judge on such matters. Now I will
order supper to be got ready soon, as it must, I am sure, be long
since you had food. While it is being prepared I will, with your
permission, go out and inspect the new arrivals. Fortunately, ten
days ago, foreseeing that Tesse would probably advance by this
line, I sent several wagon loads of provisions to this village,
and a store of ammunition."

Jack accompanied the count into the street of the village. The
latter went about among the peasants with a kindly word of welcome to
each, giving them the cheering news that though the great English
general was occupied in Valencia, he had promised that, when the time
came, he would come with all haste to the defense of Barcelona, and
in the mean time he had sent an officer of his own staff to assist
him to lead the noble Catalans in the defense of their country.
On the steps of the church the priest, with half a dozen willing
assistants, was distributing food from the wagons to the peasants.

"Don't open the ammunition wagon tonight," the count said. "The
men must not take as much as they like, but the ammunition must
be served out regularly, for a Catalan will never believe that he
has too much powder, and if left alone the first comers would load
themselves with it, and the supply would run short before all are

The count then entered the church, where a party of men were occupied
in putting down a thick layer of straw. Here as many as could find
room were to sleep, the others sheltering in the houses and barns,
for the nights were still very cold among the hills. Having seen
that all was going on well, the count returned to his quarters, where
a room had been assigned to Jack's two dragoons, and the sound of
loud laughter from within showed that they were making themselves
at home with the inmates.

A well cooked repast was soon on the table, and to this Jack and
his host did full justice.

"This wine is excellent; surely it does not grow on these hills!"

"No," the count said, laughing. "I am ready to run the risk of being
killed, but I do not want to be poisoned, so I sent up a score or
two of flasks from my own cellars. The vineyards of Cifuentes are
reckoned among the first in this part of Spain. And now," he said,
when they had finished and the table had been cleared, "we will take
a look at the map and talk over our plans. The enemy leave Lerida
tomorrow. I have already ordered that the whole country along their
line of march shall be wasted, that all stores of corn, wine, and
forage which cannot be carried off shall be destroyed, and that
every horse and every head of cattle shall be driven away. I have
also ordered the wells to be poisoned."

Jack looked grave. "I own that I don't like that," he said.

"I do not like it myself," the count replied; "but if an enemy
invades your country you must oppose him by all means. Water is one
of the necessaries of life, and as one can't carry off the wells
one must render them useless; but I don't wish to kill in this
way, and have given strict orders that in every case where poison
is used, a placard, with a notice that it has been done, shall be
affixed to the wells."

"In that case," Jack said, "I quite approve of what you have done,
count; the wells then simply cease to exist as sources of supply."

"I wish I could poison all the running streams too," the count
said; "but unfortunately they are beyond us, and there are so many
little streams caused by the melting snow on the hills that I fear
we shall not be able greatly to straiten the enemy. At daybreak
tomorrow I will mount with you, and we will ride some twenty miles
along the road and select the spots where a sturdy resistance can
best be made. By the time we get back here most of the peasants
who are coming will have assembled. These we will form into bands,
some to hold the passes and to dispute the advance, others to
hang upon the skirts and annoy them incessantly, some to close in
behind, cut off wagons that break down or lag by the way, and to
prevent, if possible, any convoys from the rear from joining them."

This programme was carried out. Several spots were settled on
where an irregular force could oppose a stout resistance to trained
troops, and points were fixed upon where breastworks should be thrown
up, walls utilized, and houses loopholed and placed in a state of

It was late in the afternoon before they rode again into the
village. The gathering of peasants was now very largely increased,
and extended over the fields for some distance round the place.
The count at once gave orders that all should form up in regular
order according to the villages from which they came. When this
was done he divided them into four groups.

The first, two thousand strong, was intended to hold the passes; two
others, each one thousand strong, were to operate upon the flanks
of the enemy; and a fourth, of the same strength, to act in its

"Now, Captain Stilwell," he said, "will you take the command of
whichever of these bodies you choose?"

"I thank you, count, for the offer," Jack said, "but I will take
no command whatever. In the first place, your Catalans would very
strongly object to being led by a foreigner, especially by one so
young and unknown as myself. In the second place, I would rather,
with your permission, remain by your side. You will naturally command
the force that opposes the direct attack, and, as the bulk of the
fighting will fall on them, I should prefer being there. I will
act as your lieutenant."

"Well, since you choose it, perhaps it is best so," the count said.
"These peasants fight best their own way. They are given to sudden
retreats, but they rally quickly and return again to the fight,
and they will probably fight better under their own local leaders
than under a stranger. You will see they have no idea of fighting
in a body; the men of each village will fight together and act
independently of the rest. Many of them, you see, are headed by
priests, not a few of whom have brought rifles with them. These
will generally lead their own villagers, and their authority is far
greater than that which any layman could obtain over them. I must
appoint a leader to each body to direct their general movements;
the village chiefs will do the rest."

While the count had been absent several other gentlemen of good
family had arrived in the village, some marching in with the peasants
on their estates. Three of these were appointed to lead the three
bands destined for the flank and rear attacks. The next three hours
were devoted to the distribution of provisions and ammunition, each
man taking four days' supply of the former, and receiving sufficient
powder and bullets for forty rounds of the latter. All were ordered
to be in readiness to march two hours before daybreak.

The count then retired to his quarters, and there pointed out on
the map to the three divisional leaders the spots where he intended
to make a stand, and gave them instructions as to their respective
shares of the operations. Their orders were very general. They were
to post their men on the side hills, and as much behind cover as
possible, to keep up a galling fire at the column, occasionally
to show in threatening masses as if about to charge down, so as to
cause as much alarm and confusion as possible, and, should at any
point the nature of the ground favor it, they were to dash down upon
the baggage train and to hamstring the horses, smash the wheels,
and create as much damage as they could, and to fall back upon the
approach of a strong body of the enemy. Those in the rear were to
press closely up so as to necessitate a strong force being kept
there to oppose them. But their principal duties were to hold the
passes, and to prevent any convoys, unless very strongly guarded,
from reaching the enemy from his base at Saragossa.

After these instructions had been given supper was spread, and
some fifteen or twenty of the principal persons who had joined were
invited by the count, and a pleasant evening was spent.

It was interesting to Jack to observe the difference between this
gathering and that which had taken place in the Earl of Peterborough's
quarters on the evening before the attack on San Matteo. There,
although many considered that the prospects of success on the
following day were slight indeed, all was merriment and mirth. The
whole party were in the highest spirits, and the brilliant wit of
the earl, and his reckless spirit of fun, had kept the party in
continual laughter.

The tone on the contrary at the present gathering was quiet and
almost stiff. These grave Catalan nobles, fresh from their country
estates, contrasted strongly with the more lively and joyous
inhabitants of Valencia. Each addressed the other with ceremony,
and listened with grave attention to the remarks of each speaker
in turn.

During the whole evening nothing approaching to a joke was made,
there was scarcely a smile upon the countenance of any present; and
yet the tone of courtliness and deference to the opinions of each
other, the grave politeness, the pride with which each spoke of his
country, their enthusiasm in the cause, and the hatred with which
they spoke of the enemy, impressed Jack very favorably; and though,
as he said to himself when thinking it over, the evening had
certainly not been a lively one, it had by no means been unpleasant.

Two hours before daybreak the bell of the church gave the signal.
As the men had only to rise to their feet, shake themselves, take
up their arms, and sling their bags of provisions round their necks,
it was but a few minutes before they were formed up in order. The
count saw the three divisions file off silently in the darkness,
and then, placing himself at the head of the main body, led the
way toward the spot which he and Jack had selected for opposing
the march of Tesse's invading column.

Daylight was just breaking when they reached it, and the count
ordered the men to pile their arms and at once to set to work.
The road, which had been winding along in a valley, here mounted a
sharp rise, on the very brow of which stood a hamlet of some twenty
houses. It had already been deserted by the inhabitants, and the
houses were taken possession of by the workers. Those facing the
brow of the hill were loopholed, as were the walls along the same
line. Men were set to work to build a great barricade across the
road, and to run breastworks of stones right and left from the
points where the walls ended along the brow. Other parties loopholed
the houses and walls of the village, and formed another barricade
across the road at the other end. With two thousand men at work
these tasks were soon carried out; and the count then led the men
down the hill, whose face was covered with loose stones, and set
them to work piling these in lines one above another.

At ten o'clock in the morning the work was complete. The count
told the men off by parties, each of which were to hold one of the
lines of stones; each party was, as the French charged, to retire
up the hill and join that at the line above, so that their resistance
would become more and more obstinate till the village itself was
reached. Here a stand was to be made as long as possible. If the
column advanced only by the road, every house was to be held; if
they spread out in line so as to overlap the village on both sides,
a rapid retreat was to be made when the bugler by the count's side
gave the signal.

The men sat down to breakfast in their allotted places, quiet,
grave, and stern; and again the contrast with the laughter and
high spirits which prevail among English soldiers, when fighting
is expected, struck Jack very forcibly.

"They would make grand soldiers if properly trained, these grave,
earnest looking men," he said to himself. "They look as if they
could endure any amount of fatigue and hardship; and although they
don't take things in the same cheerful light our men do, no one
can doubt their courage. I can quite understand now the fact that
the Spanish infantry was once considered the finest in Europe.
If they only had leaders and discipline Spain would not want any
foreign aid; her own people would be more than a match for any army
the French could send across the northern frontier."

The meal was scarcely finished when, at the end of the valley,
some three miles away, a cloud of dust was seen to rise with the
sparkle of the sun on arms and accouterments.

"There are Tesse's cavalry!" the count exclaimed. "Another half
hour will cause a transformation in this quiet valley."

The head of the column came on but slowly, the cavalry regiment
forming it accommodating their pace to that of the infantry and
baggage wagons in the rear. Slowly they moved on, until the bottom of
the valley appeared covered with a moving mass extending from the
end, three miles away, to within half a mile of the foot of the hill
on which the Spaniards were posted. Suddenly from the hillsides on
the left puffs of smoke darted out, and instantly a similar fire
was opened on the right.

"They are at work at last," Jack exclaimed as the rattle of musketry
sounded loud and continuous. "I wondered when they were going to

"I told them to let the column pass nearly to the head of the
valley before they opened fire," the count said. "Had they begun
soon after the enemy entered the valley, they would have left all
their baggage behind under a guard, and the infantry would have
been free to attack the hills at once. Now they are all crowded up
in the valley--horse, foot, and baggage. The wounded horses will
become unmanageable, and there is sure to be confusion, though
perhaps not panic. See, they are answering our fire! They might as
well save their powder, for they are only throwing away ammunition
by firing away at the hillside."

This indeed was the case; for Jack, although in the course of the
morning he had frequently watched the hillside for signs of the
other parties, had not made out the slightest movement, so completely
were the men hidden behind rocks and bushes.

Strong bodies of infantry were thrown out by Tesse on both flanks,
and these began to climb the hills, keeping up a heavy fire at
their concealed foe, while the main column continued its way.

Not a shot was fired by the Spanish until the head of the column
was within a hundred yards of the foot of the rise, and then from
the whole face of the hill a heavy fire was opened. The enemy
recoiled, and for a time there was great confusion near the head
of the column; an officer of high rank dashed up, and the troops
formed out into a line across the whole width of the valley and
then moved forward steadily; so heavy were their losses, however,
that they presently came to a standstill. But reinforcements coming
up, they again pressed forward, firing as they went.

Not until they were within twenty yards did the Miquelets lining the
lower wall of rocks leave their post, and, covered by the smoke,
gain with little loss the line next above them. Slowly the enemy won
their way uphill, suffering heavily as they did so, and continually
being reinforced from the rear. At the last wall the peasants,
gathered now together, maintained a long resistance; and it was
not until fully four thousand of the enemy were brought up that the
position was seriously threatened. Then their leader, seeing that
they would sustain very heavy loss if the enemy carried the wall
by assault, ordered his trumpeter to sound the retreat. It was at
once obeyed, and by the time the French had crossed the wall the
peasants had already passed out at the other end of the village.

As the French cavalry had not been able to pass the lower walls
there was no pursuit. The peasants rallied after a rapid flight
of a mile. Their loss had been small, while that of the French had
been very considerable; and the marshal halted his troops round
the village for the day.

The result of the fighting added to the resolution of the peasants,
and as soon as the French continued their route the next morning the
fighting began again. It was a repetition of that of the preceding
day. The enemy had to contest every foot of the ground, and were
exposed to a galling fire along the whole line of their march.
Many times they made desperate efforts to drive the peasants from
the hillsides; sometimes they were beaten back with heavy loss, and
when they succeeded it was only to find the positions they attacked
deserted and their active defenders already beyond musket fire.
At night they had no respite; the enemy swarmed round their camp,
shot down the sentries, and attacked with such boldness that the
marshal was obliged to keep a large number of his men constantly
under arms.

At last, worn out by fatigue and fighting, the weary army emerged
from the hills into the wide valleys, where their cavalry were
able to act, and the ground no longer offered favorable positions
of defense to the peasantry. Seeing the uselessness of further
attacks, the Count of Cifuentes drew off his peasants; and Tesse
marched on to Barcelona and effected a junction with the troops
from Roussillon under the Duke de Noailles, who had come down by
the way of Gerona. The town was at once invested on the land side;
while the Count of Toulouse, with thirty French ships, blockaded
it from the sea.


A report having arrived at the camp of the Count of Cifuentes
that the peasants around Saragossa had risen in insurrection, Jack
thought that he should be doing more good by discovering the truth
of the rumor, and by keeping the earl informed of the state of
things in the enemy's rear, than by remaining with the count. He
hesitated whether he should take his two orderlies with him, but as
they were well mounted he decided that they should accompany him,
as they would add to his authority, and would, in case of need,
enable him the better to assume the position of an officer riding
in advance of a considerable force.

After a hearty adieu from the Count of Cifuentes, he started soon
after daybreak. After riding for some hours, just as he reached
the top of a rise, up which he had walked his horse, one of the
orderlies, who were riding a few paces behind him, rode up.

"I think, Captain Stilwell," he said, "I hear the sound of firing.
Brown thinks he hears it too."

Jack reined in his horse.

"I hear nothing," he said, after a pause of a minute.

"I don't hear it now, sir," the man said. "I think it came down on
a puff of wind.. If you wait a minute or two I think you will hear

Jack waited another two minutes, and then was about to resume his
journey, when suddenly a faint sound came upon the wind.

"You are right, Thompson," he exclaimed, "that's firing, sure
enough. It must be a convoy attacked by peasants."

He touched his horse with the spur and galloped forward. Two miles
further on, crossing the brow, they saw, half a mile ahead of them
in the dip of the valley, a number of wagons huddled together. On
either side of the road men were lying, and the spurts of smoke
that rose from these, as well as from the wagons, proved that they
were still stoutly defending themselves. A light smoke rose from
every bush and rock on the hillsides around, showing how numerous
were the assailants. Leaving the road, Jack galloped toward the
hill. Presently several balls came singing round them.

"They think we are French, sir," one of the troopers said. "I guess
they don't know much about uniforms."

Jack drew out a white handkerchief and waved it as he rode forward,
shouting as he did, "English, English." The fire ceased, and the
little party soon reached the spot where the peasants were lying
thickly in their ambushes.

"I am an English officer," Jack said as he leaped from his horse.
"Where is your leader?"

"There is one of them," a peasant said, pointing to a priest, who,
with a long musket in his hand, rose from behind a log.

"Reverend father," Jack said, "I have come from the Earl of
Peterborough with a mission to understand how matters go in Arragon,
and to ascertain what force would be likely to join him in this
province against the invader."

"You see for yourself how things go," the priest said. "I am glad
to see an officer of the great Earl of Peterborough, whose exploits
have excited the admiration of all Spain. To whom have I the honor
of speaking?"

"I am Captain Stilwell, one of the earl's aides de camp; and you,

"I am Ignacio Bravos, the humble padre of the village of San
Aldephonso. And now, Captain Stilwell, if you will excuse me till
we make an end of these accursed Frenchmen, afterward I will be at
your service."

For another two hour's the conflict continued. Jack saw that the
fire of the defenders of the wagons was decreasing, and he was
not surprised when a white handkerchief was raised on the top of a
bayonet and waved in the air in token of desire to parley. A shout
of exultation rose from the Spaniards. The priest showed himself
on the hillside.

"Do you surrender?" he shouted.

"We surrender the wagons," an officer called back, "on condition
that we are allowed to march off with our arms without molestation."

A shout of refusal rose from the peasants, and the firing was
instantly renewed. Jack went and sat down by the side of the priest.

"Father," he said, "it were best to give these men the terms they
ask. War is not massacre."

"Quite so, my son," the priest replied coolly. "That is what you
should have told Marshal Tesse. It is he who has chosen to make it
massacre. Why, man, he has shot and hung hundreds in cold blood
in and around Saragossa, has burned numerous villages in the
neighborhood, and put man, woman, and child to the sword."

"Then, if this be so, father, I should say, by all means hang
Marshal Tesse when you catch him, but do not punish the innocent
for the guilty. You must remember that these men have been taken
away from their homes in France, and forced to fight in quarrels
in which they have no concern. Like yourself, they are Catholics.
Above all, remember how many scores of villages are at present at
the mercy of the French. If the news comes to the marshal that you
have refused quarter to his soldiers, he will have a fair excuse
for taking vengeance on such of your countrymen as may be in his

"There is something in that," the priest said. "For myself I have
no pity, not a scrap of it, for these Frenchmen, nor would you have,
had you seen as much of their doings as I have, nor do I think that
any retribution that we might deal out to the men could increase
Tesse's hatred and ferocity toward us."

"Still, it might serve as an excuse," Jack urged. "Remember the eyes
of Europe are upon this struggle, and that the report of wholesale
slaughter of your enemies will not influence public opinion in your

"Public opinion goes for nothing," the priest said shortly.

"Pardon me, father," Jack replied. "The English and Dutch and the
Duke of Savoy are all fighting in your favor, and we may even boast
that had it not been for the Earl of Peterborough and the allies
the chains of France would be riveted firmly round your necks.
You will tell me, no doubt, that they are fighting for their own
political ends, and from no true love for the Spanish people. That
may be so, but you must remember that although governments begin
wars it is the people who carry them on. Let the people of England
and Holland hear, as they will hear, of the brutal ferocity of the
French marshal on a defenseless people, and their sympathies will
be strongly with you. They will urge their governments to action,
and vote willingly the necessary sums for carrying on the war.
Let them hear that with you too war is massacre, that you take no
prisoners, and kill all that fall into your hands, and, believe
me, the public will soon grow sick of the war carried on with such
cruelty on both sides."

"You are right, my son," the priest said frankly. "Young as you
are, you have seen more of the world than I, who, since I left the
University of Salamanca, have never been ten miles from my native
village. I will do what I can to put a stop to this matter. But
I am not solely in command here. I lead my own village, but there
are the men of a score of villages lying on these hills. But I will
summon all the chiefs to a council now."

The priest called half a dozen of the peasants to him, and dispatched
them with orders to bring all the other leaders to take part in a
council with an English officer who had arrived from the great Earl
of Peterborough.

In half an hour some twenty men were assembled in a little hollow
on the hillside, where they were sheltered from the fire of the
French. Four or five of these were priests. There were two or three
innkeepers. The remainder were small landed proprietors. Father
Ignacio first addressed them. He stated that the English officer
had come on a mission from the earl, and had arrived accidentally
while the fight was going on, and that he was of opinion that the
French offer of surrender should be accepted. A murmur of dissent
went round the circle.

"I was at first of your opinion," the priest said, "but the reasons
which this English officer has given me in support of his advice
have brought me round to his way of thinking. I will leave him to
state them to you."

Jack now rose to his feet, and repeated the arguments which he
had used to the priest. He gathered from the faces of his hearers
that, although some were convinced that mercy would be the best
policy, others were still bent upon revenge. Father Ignacio then,
in language which he thought best suited to touch his hearers,
repeated Jack's arguments, urging very strongly the vengeance which
the French marshal would be sure to take upon the Spanish population
of the country through which he was passing when he heard the news.

"Besides," Jack said, when he had finished, "you must remember you
have not conquered the enemy yet. I see the officer has withdrawn
all his men among the wagons, where their shelter will be nearly as
good as yours. They have, doubtless, abundant stores of ammunition
in those wagons, together with food and wine, and if you force them
to fight to the last man they can hold out for a very long time,
and will inflict a heavy loss upon your men before they are overcome."

"But why should they take their weapons with them?" one of the men
said; "they will be useful to us. Why should we let them carry them
away to kill more Spaniards?"

"The reason why I would let them take their arms is this," Jack
said. "Unless they march away armed you will not be able to restrain
your followers, who will be likely to break any convention you may
make and to massacre them without mercy. As to the arms being used
again against you, I will put the officers under their parole that
they and their men shall not take any further part in the war until
they are exchanged for an equal number of prisoners taken by the

"Who would trust to a Frenchman's word?" a man asked scoffingly.

"I would trust to a French officer's word as much as to that of an
English officer," Jack replied. "You would expect them to trust to
your word that they should be safe if they laid down their arms;
and yet, as you know, you might not be able to keep it. Better
a thousand times that a handful of French officers and men should
be allowed to join the enemy's ranks than that the national honor
of Spain should be soiled by a massacre perpetrated just after a

"The Englishman is right," Father Ignacio said positively. "Let us
waste no further words on it. Besides, I have a reason of my own.
I started before daybreak without breakfast and have got nothing
but a piece of dry bread with me. If we don't accept these fellows'
surrender we may be on the hillside all night, and I told my servant
that I should have a larded capon and a flask of my best wine for
dinner. That is an argument, my sons, which I am sure comes home
to you all; and remember, if we accept the surrender we shall soon
quench our thirst on the good wine which, I doubt not, is contained
in some of the barrels I see down yonder."

There was a hearty laugh and the question was settled; and it was
arranged at once that Father Ignacio, one of the other leaders, and
Jack should treat with the enemy. The other leaders hurried away
to their respective sections to order them to cease firing when
a white flag was raised; and, having given them twenty minutes to
get to their several posts, a white handkerchief was waved in the
air. The Spanish fire ceased at once, and as soon as the French
perceived the flag they also stopped firing.

"We are coming down, three of us, to discuss matters with you,"
Father Ignacio shouted out.

The three accordingly descended the hill, and when within a short
distance of the wagons were met by the officer in command of the
convoy and two others.

"We have come to discuss the terms of your surrender," Jack said.
"I am Captain Stilwell, one of Lord Peterborough's aides de camp.
You see your position is desperate."

"Not quite desperate," the French officer replied; "we have plenty
of ammunition and abundance of provisions, and can hold out for a
long time, till rescue comes."

"There is little chance of rescue," Jack said. "Your marshal has
his hands full where he is; and even did he hear of your situation
and detach a force back to your rescue, neither of which he is
likely to do, that force would have to fight every foot of its way,
and assuredly not arrive in time. Nor is there any more chance of
your receiving succor from the rear. You have made a gallant defense,
sir, and might perhaps hold out for many hours yet; but of what
use is it sacrificing the lives of your men in a vain resistance?"

"What is your proposal?" the officer asked.

"We propose," Jack said, "to allow you to march out with your arms
and five rounds of ammunition to each man, on you and your officers
giving me your parole to consider yourselves and your men as
prisoners of war, and not to serve again until exchanged."

The terms were far better than the French officer had looked for.

"I may tell you," Father Ignacio said, "that for these terms you
are indebted solely to this English officer. Had it depended upon us
only, rest assured that no one of you would have gone away alive."

"You will understand," Jack said, "that you will be allowed to take
your arms solely as a protection against the peasants, who have
been justly enraged by the brutal atrocities of your general. You
know well that even could their leaders here obtain from their
followers a respect for the terms of surrender, your men would
be massacred in the first village through which they passed were
they deprived of their arms. My friends here are desirous that no
stigma of massacre shall rest upon the Spanish honor, and they have
therefore agreed to allow your men to keep their arms for purposes
of defense on their return march."

After a few words with his fellow officers the commander of the
convoy agreed to the terms. "You will, however," he said, "permit
me to take with me one or more wagons, as may be required, to carry
off my wounded?"

This was at once agreed to, and in ten minutes the two companies
of French infantry were in readiness to march. There were forty
wounded in the wagons, and twenty-seven dead were left behind them.
The French officer in command, before marching off, thanked Jack
very heartily for his interference on their behalf.

"I tell you frankly, Captain Stilwell," he said, "that I had no hopes
whatever that I or any of my men would leave the ground alive, for
these Spaniards invariably massacre prisoners who fall into their
hands. I could not have left my wounded behind me; and even if
I had resolved to do so, the chances of our fighting our way back
in safety would have been small indeed. We owe you our lives, sir;
and should it ever be in the power of Major Ferre to repay the
debt, you may rely upon me."

"I trust that the fortune of war may never place me in a position
when I may need to recall your promise," Jack said, smiling; "but
should it do so, I will not fail to remind you if I get a chance."

All was now ready for the march. Two wagons which had been hastily
emptied were, with the wounded men, placed in the center, and the
French, numbering now less than a hundred, started on their march.
The Spanish peasants remained in their places on the hillside till
they had departed, as the leaders had agreed that it was better they
should be kept away from the vicinity of the French, as a quarrel
would be certain to take place did they come to close quarters.
The peasants were indignant at what they deemed the escape of their
enemies; but the desire of plunder soon overcame other considerations,
and as soon as the French had marched off they poured down from the
hills. Their leaders, however, restrained them from indiscriminate
plundering. There were in all eighty-seven wagons loaded with wine,
corn, flour, and provisions for the use of the army.

An equal division was made of these among the various bands of
peasants in proportion to their strength. A few casks of wine were
broached. The peasants then buried their own dead--who were very
few in number, so securely had they been sheltered in their hiding
places--and then the force broke up, each party marching with
its proportion of wagons back to its village.

"Now, Signor Capitano," Father Ignacio said, "I trust that you will
come home with me. My village is six miles away, and I will do my
best to make you comfortable. Hitherto you have seen me only as a
man of war. I can assure you that I am much more estimable in my
proper character as a man of peace. And let me tell you, my cook
is excellent; the wine of the village is famous in the province,
and I have some in my cellars ten years old."

"I cannot resist such a number of good arguments," Jack said,
smiling, "and till tomorrow morning I am at your service; but I
warn you that my appetite just at present is ravenous, and that my
two dragoons are likely to make a serious inroad upon the larders
of your village, however well supplied."

"They will be welcome," the priest said, "and I guarantee the larders
will prove sufficiently well stocked. Fortunately, although nearly
every village in the neighborhood has been raided by the French,
owing to our good fortune and the interposition of the blessed San
Aldephonso our village has escaped a visit."

The party under Father Ignacio soon turned off from the main road,
and, with the six wagons which fell to their share, journeyed
along a. rough country road until they reached the village. Father
Ignacio sat on the leading wagon, and Jack rode alongside chatting
with him. The priest was a stout built man, with a good humored
countenance and merry twinkle of the eye, and Jack wondered what
could have been the special wrong that induced him to take up a
musket and lead his flock to the attack of a French convoy.

"Katherine!" he shouted as the wagon stopped in front of his house
and a buxom serving woman appeared at the door, "dinner as quickly
as possible, for we are starving; and let it be not only quick,
but plentiful. Lay a cover for this gentleman, who will dine with
me; and prepare an ample supply of food in the kitchen for these
two English soldiers, who have come across the sea to fight for
the good cause.

"And now," he said to Jack, "while dinner is preparing I must
distribute the spoil."

The wagons were unloaded and their contents divided among the men
who had take a part in the expedition, his flock insisting upon
the padre taking a bountiful share.

The mules and bullocks in the wagons were similarly divided, in
this case one being given to each family; for there were but thirty
animals, while the fighting contingent from the village had numbered
nearly eighty men. There were five or six animals over when the
division had been made, and these were given, in addition to their
proper share, to the families of three men who had been killed in
the fight.

"Now, my sons," the padre said when all was done, "take your axes
and fall upon the wagons. A wagon is a thing to swear by. Every man
knows his own goods; and should the French ever visit our village
again these wagons might cost us dear. Therefore let them be made
into firewood as quickly as possible, and let them all be consumed
before other fuel is touched. And now, capitano, I think that
Katherine will be ready for us."

So saying he led the way back into his house. A capital meal
was provided, and Jack found that the priest had by no means over
praised either his cook or his cellar. After the meal was over
and the two had drawn their chairs up to the hearth, on which was
blazing brightly some wood which Jack recognized as forming part
of one of the wagons, and the priest had placed on a small table
close at hand a large flask which he had himself gone into the
cellar to fetch, Jack said:

"How is it, father, that, as you told me, you have seen such acts
of brutality on the part of the French as to cause you to wage a
war without mercy against them, when, as you say, they have never
penetrated to your village? Your reasons must be strong, for your
profession is a peaceful one. You do not look like a man who would
rush into deeds of violence for their own sake, and your cook and
your cellar offer you strong inducements to remain at home."

"That is so, my son," the priest said with a laugh. "I am, as you
may see, an easygoing man, well contented with my lot, and envy
not the Bishop of Toledo; but you know it is said that even a worm
will turn, and so you have seen the peaceful priest enacting the
part of the bloodthirsty captain. But, my son,"--and his face grew
grave now--"you can little imagine the deeds which the ferocious
Tesse has enacted here in Arragon. When warring with you English
the French behave like a civilized nation; when warring with us
Spanish peasants, who have no means of making our wrongs known to
the world, they behave worse than a horde of brutal savages. But
I will tell you the circumstances which have driven me to place
myself at the head of my parishioners, to wage a war of extermination
with the French, and to deny mercy to every one of that accursed
nation who may fall into my hands. I have a brother--or rather I
should say I had one--a well to do farmer who lived at a village
some six miles from Saragossa. He had an only daughter, who was
to be married to the son of a neighboring proprietor. A handsome,
high spirited lad he was, and devoted to Nina. They were to have
been married some three months ago, and they wrote to me to go over
to perform the ceremony.

"I went; the wedding day arrived, and all was ready. It was a holiday
in the village, for both were favorites. The bride was dressed;
the village maidens and men were all in their best; the procession
was about to set out, when a troop of dragoons rode suddenly in
from Saragossa. A shot or two had been fired at them as they rode
through a wood. When they arrived they dismounted, and the commander
ordered the principal men of the village to be brought to him. My
brother and the father of the bridegroom were among them.

"'My troops have been fired at,' the Frenchman said, 'and I hold
you responsible.'

"'It was no one from this village,' my brother said; 'we have a
wedding here, and not a soul is absent.'

"'I care not,' the officer said; 'we have been fired at, and we
shall give the people of this district a lesson.'

"So without another word he turned to his soldiers and ordered them
to fire the village from end to end.

"'It is outrageous,' my brother said, and the others joined him in
the cry. I, too, implored him to pause before having such an order
carried into execution. His only reply was to give the order to
his men.

"The six principal men were seized at once, were set with their
backs against the wall of a house, and shot."

"You cannot mean it!" Jack exclaimed indignantly. "Surely such an
outrage could never be perpetrated by civilized soldiers?"

"I saw it done," the priest said bitterly. "I tried to throw myself
between the victims and their murderers, but I was held back by
force by the soldiers. Imagine the scene if you can--the screaming
women, the outburst of vain fury among the men, The bridegroom,
in his despair at seeing his father murdered, seized a stick and
rushed at the French officer; but he, drawing a pistol, shot him
dead, and the soldiers poured a volley into his companions, killing
some eight or ten others. Resistance was hopeless. Those who were
unwounded fled; those who fell were bayoneted on the spot. I took
my niece's arm and led her quietly away. Even the French soldiers
drew back before us. You should have seen her face. Madre de Dios!
I see it now--I see it always. She died that night. Not one word
passed her lips from the moment when her father and her affianced
husband fell dead before her eyes. An hour later the troop rode
off, and the people stole back to bury their dead among the ashes
of what had been their homes. I went to Saragossa after reading the
funeral service over them. I saw Tesse and told him of the scene
I had witnessed, and demanded vengeance. He laughed in my face.
Senor, I persisted, and he got angry and told me that, were it
not for my cloth, he would hang me from the steeple. I called down
Heaven's curse upon him, and left him and came home. Do you wonder,
senor, that I found it hard to spare those Frenchmen for whom you
pleaded? Do you wonder that I, a man of peace, lead out my villagers
to slaughter our enemy?"

"I do not, indeed!" Jack exclaimed warmly. "Such acts as these would
stir the blood of the coldest into fire; and, priest or no priest,
a man would be less than a man who did not try to take vengeance
for so foul a deed. Have many massacres of this sort been perpetrated?"

"Many," the priest replied, "and in no case has any redress been
obtained by the relatives of the victims."

"And throughout all Arragon, does the same hatred of the French

"Everywhere," the priest said.

"Then King Charles would meet with an enthusiastic welcome here!"

"I do not say that," the priest answered. "He would be well received,
doubtless, simply because he is the enemy of the French; but for
himself, no. We Arragonese cannot for the life of us see why we
should be ruled over by a foreigner; and in some respects a German
king is even less to be desired than a French one. The connection
between the two Latin nations is naturally closer than between us
and the Germans, and a French king would more readily adapt himself
to our ways than would a stiff and thick headed German.

"Apart from the recent doings of the French army Arragon would have
preferred Philip to Charles. Moreover, Charles is looked upon as
the choice of the Catalans and Valencians, and why should the men
of Arragon take the king others have chosen? No, King Charles will
doubtless be received well because he appears as the enemy of the
French; but you will not find that the people of Arragon will make
any great sacrifices in his behalf. Let a French army enter our
province again, every man will rise in arms against it; but there
will be little disposition to raise troops to follow King Charles
beyond the limits of the province. Castile is strong for Philip;
the jealousy there of the Catalans is even greater than here, and
the fact that Arragon will go with Catalonia and Valencia will only
render the Castilians more earnest in the cause of Philip. There
have been several skirmishes already between bands of our Miquelets
and those of Castile, and the whole country along the border is
greatly disturbed."

"It is a pity that Spaniards cannot agree among themselves as to
who shall be king."

"Ah, my son, but it will be very long yet before. Spaniards agree
upon any point. It is a mistake to think of us as one nation.
We are half a dozen nations under one king. If you are asked your
nationality, you reply an Englishman. If you ask a Spaniard, he
will reply, I am a Castilian or a Catalan, an Arragonese or Biscayan
--never I am a Spaniard. We hate each other as you Scotchmen and
Englishmen hated each other a hundred years back, and even now
regard yourselves as different peoples. What connection is there
between the hardy mountaineer of the northern provinces and the
easygoing peasant of Valencia or Andalusia? Nothing. Consequently,
if one part of Spain declares for one man as a king, you may be
sure that the other will declare against him.

"As long as we had great men, Spaniards, for our kings--and the
descent went in the regular way from father to son--things went
smoothly, because no pretender could have a shadow of claim. As
between two foreign princes, each man has a right to choose for
himself. Were there any Spaniard with a shadow of claim, all parties
would rally round him; but, unfortunately, this is not so; and I
foresee an epoch of war and trouble before the matter is settled.
For myself, I tell you I would not give that flask of wine were
I able to put the crown upon the head of one or other of these
foreigners. Let whoever gets the crown govern well and strongly, tax
my villagers lightly, and interfere in no way with our privileges,
and I shall be well content, and such you will find is the opinion
of most men in Spain. And now, tell me if there is aught that I
can do for you. You say you must be on your way by daybreak. Tell
me in which direction you journey, and it will be hard if I cannot
find a friend there with whom my introduction will insure you a
hearty welcome."

"If you can tell me where are the largest gatherings of Miquelets,
I can tell you which way I shall ride," Jack replied. "My mission
is to ascertain what aid the king can rely upon in this province."

"Three days ago there were many thousands of men under arms," the
priest replied; "by tonight there will be less than as many hundreds.
The day Tesse crossed the frontier with his army the greater portion
of the bands went to their homes, and their arms will be laid
aside until the news comes that the French army is on its return
from Barcelona. I fancy there is but little chance of our seeing
King Charles among us. In another day or two Tesse will be before
Barcelona; and joined, as he will be there, by the French army
marching down from Roussillon, he will make quick work of that
town, and King Charles will have the choice of going to Valencia
to be hunted shortly thence, or of sailing away again from the
country in your ships."

"It would seem like it," Jack agreed; "but you are reckoning without
the Earl of Peterborough."

"Your English general must be a wonder," the priest said, "a marvel;
but he cannot accomplish impossibilities. What can he do with two
or three thousand trained troops against twenty thousand veteran
French soldiers?"

"I cannot tell what he will do," Jack laughed; "but you may rely
upon it that he will do something, and I would take fair odds that
he will somehow or other save Barcelona and rid Catalonia of its

"That I judge to be altogether impossible," the priest replied.
"Anything that man could do I am ready to admit that your general
is capable of; but I do not judge this to be within the range of
possibilities. If you will take my advice, my son, you will not
linger here, but will ride for Valencia and embark on board your
ships with him when the time comes."

"We shall see," Jack said, laughing. "I have faith in the improbable.
It may not be so very long before I drop in again to drink another
flask of your wine on my way through Arragon with King Charles on
his march toward Madrid."

"If you do, my son, I will produce a bottle of wine to which this
is but ditch water. I have three or four stored away in my cellar
which I preserve for great occasions. They are the remains of the
cellar of my predecessor, as good a judge of wine as ever lived.
It is forty years since he laid them by, and they were, he said,
the best vintage he had ever come across. Had the good old man
died ten years earlier, what a heritage would have been mine! but
in his later years he was not so saving as it behooves a good man
to be, and indulged in them on minor occasions; consequently, but
two dozen remained when I succeeded to the charge twenty years ago.
I, too, was not sufficiently chary of them to begin with, and all
but six bottles were drunk in the first ten years. Since then I have
been as stingy as a miser, and but two bottles have been opened."

"I hope, father, that you have laid in a similar supply for whomsoever
may come after you."

"Surely I have, my son. Fifteen years ago I had a hogshead of
the finest vintage in the neighborhood bricked up in my cellar. I
had an inscription placed on the wall by which, should I be taken
suddenly, my successor may know of the store that awaits him. At
present you would not find the inscription did you search for it;
for when those troubles began I filled up the letters in the stone
with mortar, and gave the wall two or three coats of whitewash.
I did not choose to run any risk of my grand wine going down the
throats of thirsty French soldiers. It would be an act of sacrilege.
When matters are settled, and we are at peace again, I will pick
out the mortar from the letters; but not till then. I have often
reflected since how short sighted it was not to have stowed away
another hogshead for my own consumption. It would have been something
to have looked forward to in my declining years."

"Ah, father, who knows what may happen before that? The wall may
fall down, and then naturally you would wish to see whether the
wine is in as good a condition as it should be. Besides, you will
say to yourself, why, when my successor left me but a miserable two
dozen of that grand wine of his, should I bequeath a whole hogshead
to him who may come after me, and who, moreover, may be so bad a
judge of wine that he will value my treasure no more than an equal
quantity of the rough country vintage?"

"Avaunt, tempter!" the priest said, laughing. "But," he added more
seriously, "you have frightened me. I never thought of that. I have
always pictured my successor as a man who would appreciate good
wine as I do myself. Truly, it would be a terrible misfortune did
he not do so--a veritable throwing of pearls before swine. Now
that you have presented this dreadful idea it will be ever in my
mind. I shall no longer think of my hogshead with unmixed satisfaction."

"The idea is a terrible one, truly," Jack said gravely, "and to
prevent it I would advise you when the time of peace arrives to
open your cave, to bottle off your wine, and to secure its being
appreciated by indulging in it yourself on special occasions and
holidays, taking care always to leave a store equal to, or even
superior to, that which you yourself inherited."

"I will think it over, my son, and it may be that I shall take your
advice. Such a misfortune as that which you have suggested is too
terrible to think of."

"It is so, father, terrible indeed; and I feel confident that you
will do the best in your power to prevent the possibility of its
occurrence. Besides, you know, wine may be kept even too long. I
judge you not to be more than forty-five now; with so good a cook
and so good a cellar you may reasonably expect to live to the age
of eighty; there is, therefore, plenty of time for you to lay in
another hogshead to mature for your successor."

The priest burst into a roar of laughter, in which Jack joined him.

"Your reasoning powers are admirable," he said when he recovered
his gravity, "and you have completely convinced me. An hour ago if
it had been suggested to me that I should open that cellar I should
have viewed the proposal with horror; now it seems to me that it is
the very best thing that could be done for all parties, including
the wine itself."

There was some further chat as to the course which Jack would
follow in the morning, and he decided finally to ride to the borders
of Castile in order that he might learn as much as possible as to
the feeling of people in that province. Father Ignacio gave him a
letter of introduction to the priest in charge of a village a mile
or two within the border of Arragon, and the next morning Jack started
at daybreak, after a hearty adieu from his host, who insisted on
rising to see him off.


Jack, with his two troopers, rode away from the hospitable cottage
of the priest in high spirits. He determined to avoid Saragossa,
as he was not charged with any direct mission from the earl,
and wished, therefore, to avoid any official intercourse with the
leaders of the province. As soon as the marshal had marched, the
people there had risen, had driven out the small French garrison
left, and had resumed the management of their own affairs. Jack
learned, however, that the city had not formally declared for
King Charles. As the priest had told him would be the case, Jack
encountered no bodies of armed men during the day; the country had
a peaceful aspect, the peasants were working in the fields, and at
the villages through which he passed the English uniforms excited
a feeling of curiosity rather than of interest. He stopped at several
of these and entered into conversation with the inhabitants. He
found everywhere an intense hatred of the French prevailing, while
but little interest was evinced in the respective claims of Charles
and Philip.

After a very long ride he arrived, at nightfall, near the spot
to which he was bound. In this neighborhood he observed a greater
amount of watchfulness and preparation than had prevailed elsewhere.
The men, for the most part, remained in their villages, and went
about armed. Jack learned that an inroad by the Miquelets of Castile
was deemed probable, and that it was thought possible that another
French force might follow Tesse from Madrid to Barcelona.

It was late in the evening before Jack reached his destination,
where, on his presenting his letter of introduction, he was most
heartily received by the priest.

"Father Ignacio tells me," he said when he had read it, "that you
are not only to be welcomed as an officer of the great English
general, but that you are in every way deserving of friendship; he
adds, too, that you are a first rate judge of wine, and that you
can be trusted as an adviser upon knotty and difficult matters."

Jack laughed. "I only gave the good father my advice upon two
points," he said; "the first was the admitting to terms of surrender
of a body of French troops with whom he was engaged in battle when
I arrived; the second was upon the important question of broaching
or not broaching a hogshead of particularly good wine."

"If you advised that the hogshead should be broached," the priest
said, smiling, "I can warrant that my good brother Ignacio followed
your advice, and can well understand the respect in which he seems
to hold your judgment. But do not let us stand talking here.

"Your men will find a stable behind the house where they can stand
the horses. Alas! it is uninhabited at present, for my mule, the
gentlest and best in the province, was requisitioned--which is
another word for stolen--by the French as they passed through.
My faithful beast! I miss her every hour of the day, and I doubt
not that she misses me still more sorely. Tell me, senor, my brother
Ignacio writes me that he has captured many animals from the French
--was Margaretta among them? She was a large mule, and in good
condition; indeed, there was some flesh on her bones. She was a dark
chestnut with a white star on the forehead, a little white on her
fore feet, and white below the hocks on the hind legs; she had a
soft eye, and a peculiar twist in jerking her tail."

The manner of the priest was so earnest that Jack repressed a smile
with difficulty.

"I did notice among the mules in one of the wagons one marked
somewhat similarly to your description, and, if I mistake not, it,
with another, fell to the share of the good priest; but I cannot
say that it had much flesh upon its bones; indeed, it was in very
poor case. Nor did I notice that its eyes were particularly soft,
or that there was any peculiarity in the twitching of its tail."

"It may be Margaretta," the priest said with some excitement; "the
poor beast would naturally lose flesh in the hands of the French,
while as to the switch in the tail, it was a sign of welcome which
she gave me when I took an apple or a piece of bread into her
stable, and she would not be likely so to greet strangers. I will
lose no time in writing to Ignacio to inquire further into the matter.
Verily, it seems to me as if the saint had sent you specially here
as a bearer of this good news."

Jack spent a pleasant evening with the priest, and learned much as
to the state of things upon the frontier. The priest represented
the Castilians as bitterly opposed to the claims of Charles; they
had no grievances against the French, who had behaved with strict
discipline in that province, and had only commenced their excesses
upon crossing the frontier into Arragon. This they regarded, though
wrongfully, as a hostile country; for, previous to their arrival,
the people there had taken no part either way in the struggle,
but the overbearing manner of Tesse, and the lax discipline of
his troops, had speedily caused an intense feeling of irritation.
Resistance had been offered to foraging parties of the French army,
and the terrible vengeance which had been taken by Tesse for these
acts had roused the whole province in a flame of insurrection.

"There are several bodies of French cavalry across the frontier,"
the priest said; "occasionally they make flying raids into Arragon,
but, as you see, the people are armed, and prepared, and ready to
give them a hot reception. The Castilians are like ourselves; if
at any time an army should march in this direction against Madrid,
the Miquelets will oppose them just as we should oppose the French,
but they will not leave their homes to interfere with us, for they
know well enough that did they do so we also should cross the line,
and fire and destruction would be carried through all the villages
on both sides of the border. So at present there is nothing to fear
from Castile, but if your English general were to drive the French
out of the country, he would have hard work ere he overcame the
resistance of that province."

Just as day was breaking the next morning Jack was aroused by
shouts in the streets, followed by the heavy trampling of horse.
He sprang from the bed and threw on his cloak; as he was buckling
on his sword one of the dragoons rushed into his room.

"We are surrounded, sir! I have just looked out, and there are
French cavalry all round the house."

As he spoke there was a tremendous knocking at the door. The priest
ran into the room. "We are betrayed," he said; "some one must have
carried away the news last night of your arrival here, and it has
come to the ears of the French cavalry on the other side. I ordered
some men out last night to watch the road across the border, but
the enemy must have ridden too fast for them to get here first."

"It cannot be helped," Jack said; "you had best open the door, or
they will break it in in another minute. Make no resistance, lads,"
he said to the dragoons, for the second orderly had now joined
them; "lay your swords down on the bed; we are caught this time,
and must make our escape when we can. It is better, anyhow, to have
fallen into the hands of the French than of the Spanish."

The sound of the knocking had ceased now, and there was a trampling
and clamor of voices as the French soldiers poured into the house.
Steps were heard ascending the stairs, the door opened, and the
priest, accompanied by a French officer and followed by a number
of soldiers, entered the room.

"You are my prisoner, sir," the French officer said.

"I am afraid there is no doubt of that," Jack said, speaking in
Spanish; "here is my sword, sir. These two men are my orderlies,
and, of course, also surrender. You will observe that we are all
in uniform, that we are taken on the soil of Arragon, and that I
am here in pursuance of my duty as an officer of the English army."

"You are alone?" the officer asked.

"Yes," Jack said; "there are, so far as I know, no other British
but ourselves in Arragon."

"Then we were misinformed," the officer said; "the news was received
last night that the Earl of Peterborough was himself here; and
although it was but in the afternoon that we had heard that your
general was at Valencia, his movements are so swift and erratic that,
if we heard of him in Portugal one hour we should not be surprised
to find him here the next." He stopped as shots were heard fired
in the streets.

"You must excuse ceremony, sir," he said, "and mount at once with
your men and accompany me. In ten minutes we shall have the whole
country buzzing round us like wasps; and now that the object of my
ride is accomplished, I don't wish to throw away my men's lives."

The horses were saddled without loss of time, and in two or three
minutes Jack was trotting down the village in the midst of the French
cavalry amid a scathing fire from behind the houses and walls.

The French officer rode at the head of his troop till well beyond
the village, then reining in his horse, joined his prisoner.

"And now," he asked, "whom have I the honor of capturing?"

"I am Captain Stilwell," Jack replied, "one of the Earl of
Peterborough's aides de camp."

"I am Captain de Courcy," the French officer said; "happily,
although the French and English have taken opposite sides on this
question, we can esteem and honor each other as brave and civilized
adversaries. As for these Spanish scoundrels, they are no better
than banditti; they murder us in our beds, they poison our wine,
they as often as not burn us alive if we fall into their hands;
they are savages, neither more nor less; and why Philip of Anjou,
who could have had all the pleasures of life as a prince of the
blood at Versailles, should covet the kingship of this country,
passes my understanding. And now tell me about that paladin, your
general. Peste, what a man! And you are one of his aides de camp?
Why, if he drags you about everywhere with him, you must lead the
life of a dog."

"When I last heard of the general he was at Valencia," Jack said.
"But that was ten days since."

"Ten days!" the Frenchman said; "then by now he may be in London,
or in Rome, or at Paris."

"With the wind favoring him he might be at Rome, but he could
scarcely have arrived at either London or Paris."

"There is no saying," the French officer laughed. "Has he not three
leagued boots, and can he not step from mountain to mountain? Does
he not fly through a storm on a broomstick? Can he not put on a cap
and make himself invisible? For I can tell you that our soldiers
credit him with all these powers. Can he not, by waving his hand,
multiply three hundred men into an army, spread them over a wide
extent of country, and then cause them to sink into the ground and
disappear? Our soldiers are convinced that he is in league with
the evil one, even if he be not the gentlemen in black himself."

Jack joined in the laugh. "He is a wonderful man," he said, "though
he cannot do all you credit him with. But he is absolutely tireless,
and can do without sleep for any time; and yet to look at him no
one would think that he was in any way a strong man. He is small,
thin, and worn looking--in fact, almost insignificant in appearance,
were it not for his keen eye and a certain lofty expression of face.
My post is no sinecure, I can assure you, for the general expects
all to be able to do as well as himself. But with a chief who
never spares himself all are willing to do their best. Extreme as
has been the labor of the troops, severe as have been their hardships,
you will never hear a grumble; the men have most implicit confidence
in him, and are ready to go anywhere and do anything he orders

"He is a marvel," the French officer said. "The way he took
Barcelona, and then, with a handful of men, hunted our armies out
of Catalonia and Valencia, was wonderful; and though it was at our
cost, and not a little to our discredit, there is not an officer in
the army but admires your general. Fortunately I was not in Barcelona
when you laid siege to it, but I was with Las Torres afterward
when you were driving us about like sheep. I shall never forget
that time. We never knew when to expect an attack, what force was
opposed to us, or from what direction you would come. I laugh now,
but it was no joke then."

Three hours' riding took them into the little town from which the
French cavalry had started in the middle of the night. On arriving
there the French officer at once sent off a trooper to Madrid,
reporting the prisoners he had taken, and forty-eight hours later
he received orders to himself conduct his prisoners to Madrid.

Upon arriving there Jack was at once taken before the Duke of
Berwick, who received him courteously, and asked him many questions
concerning the force under the earl, the intentions of Barcelona
to resist the two French armies now hurrying before it. To these
questions Jack gave cautious answers. As to matters concerning
which he was sure that the French must have accurate information,
he replied frankly. Fortunately he was, as he truly said, in entire
ignorance as to the plans of the earl, and as to Barcelona, he knew
nothing whatever of what had taken place there from the day when
he suddenly left with Peterborough.

"I would place you on your parole with pleasure," the duke said,
"but I tell you frankly that in the present excited state of public
feeling I do not think it will be safe for you to move through the
streets unprotected. So many of our officers have been murdered in
Saragossa and other places that the lower class of Spaniards would
think it a meritorious action to take vengeance on an English
officer. Of course I am well aware that the English have nothing to
do with these atrocities, but the people in general are not able
to draw nice distinctions. I shall send you to France on the first
opportunity, to remain there till exchanged."

"Thank you, sir," Jack said; "I should prefer not being put on my
parole, for I shall certainly escape if I have the opportunity. I
should tell you, sir, that I have ridden through Arragon, and though
I do not wish to excuse the murders perpetrated by the Spaniards,
I must tell you that I cannot blame them; for, horrible as are
their deeds, they are simply acts of retaliation for the abominable
atrocities which Marshal Tesse allows and encourages his troops to
perpetrate upon the population. I have the highest respect, sir,
for the French nation, but if I were the Earl of Peterborough,
and Marshal Tesse fell into my hands, I would hand him over to the
Spaniards to be torn in pieces as he deserves."

"You speak boldly, sir," the duke said sternly.

"I feel what I say, sir," Jack replied. "I think it well that you,
a general high in command under the French king, should know the
atrocities perpetrated in his name by this man upon defenseless
people. I could tell you, sir, a score of stories which I heard in
Arragon, although I was but two days there, of massacre and murder
which would make your blood run cold. I confess that personally
I have no greater interest in King Charles than in King Philip. I
have seen so much of the Austrian and his advisers that I believe
that if the Earl of Peterborough were to seat him on his throne
here tomorrow, he would be driven from the country a fugitive
before many weeks were over; but in the same way I am convinced
that Philip of Anjou will never be accepted by the Spanish as their
king if his cause be stained by such atrocities as those carried
out by Marshal Tesse in his name."

The duke then asked Jack if he had any objections to state the
particular object for which he was sent into Arragon by his general;
and Jack was glad to be able to say truthfully that the earl knew
nothing of his being there, he having sent him simply to assist the
Count of Cifuentes in barring the advance of the French army into
Catalonia, and that when he had carried out that order he had
ridden into Arragon on his own account, in order that he might, on
his return to the earl, be able to give him an accurate description
of the state of affairs in that province.

"Then so far as you know, Captain Stilwell, the Earl of Peterborough
is still at Valencia, and has no intention of leaving that province
at present."

"I can say truly, sir, that so far as I know the general had no
intention of leaving Valencia; but as his decisions are generally
taken instantaneously, and are a surprise to all about him, I should
be sorry to assert that the earl remained in Valencia a quarter of
an hour after I quitted the city."

"It matters little," the duke said, "the affair is rapidly approaching
an end. Barcelona must surrender as soon as Tesse and the Duke de
Noailles appear before it; the breaches are open, and there are
not a thousand men in garrison. Barcelona once fallen, the cause of
the Austrian is lost. Your general is already watched by an army
four times as strong as his own, and the twenty thousand men under
the marshal will compel him to take to his ships, and will stamp
out the last embers of the insurrection. You agree with me, do you
not?" he asked as Jack remained silent.

"Well, sir, it seems that it must be as you say, and I have only
to reply that you have not reckoned upon the Earl of Peterborough.
What he will do I do not pretend to say, but knowing him as I do,
I can say that he will give you trouble. I don't think that anything
can be considered as a certainty in which you have the Earl of
Peterborough to reckon with."

"He is a great man," the duke said--"a great man, and has performed
marvels; but there is a limit to the possibilities which one man
can perform, and here that limit is passed. I shall give orders,
Captain Stilwell, that your imprisonment is made as little disagreeable
as possible, and that you have everything you require."

Jack expressed his thanks and retired. On leaving the room he was
again taken charge of by Captain do Courcy and four of his troopers,
and was conducted by him to the citadel.

The quarters assigned to Jack were by no means uncomfortable. A
good meal was placed before him, and after he had finished it the
governor of the citadel called upon him and told him that he was at
liberty to go where he would within the walls, and that any wishes
he might express he would do his best to comply with. Jack at once
availed himself of his liberty by going out into the courtyard and
thence on to the walls of the citadel. It was a strongly fortified
and gloomy building, which has now ceased to exist. It covered a
considerable portion of ground, and had at one time been a royal
residence; the walls were strong and high, and sentries were placed
on them at short intervals.

Jack saw at once there was little possibility of escape thence,
and decided that he might as well abandon any idea of evasion for
the present, and would trust to luck in escaping from his escort
on the road to the frontier, or, if no opportunity then presented
itself, from his prison in France. A week after his arrival he was
surprised by being told that an officer wished to see him, and a
minute later Major Ferre entered the apartment.

"I only arrived an hour ago," he said, "and learned that you were
prisoner here. Who would have thought when we parted last, and you
gave me my liberty, that on my arrival here I should find that you
had already been a week a prisoner? Horses' legs move faster than
men's, you see."

"It is the fortune of war," Jack said, smiling. "I am glad to see
that you got out of Arragon safely."

"It was thanks to your seeing that we were provided with ammunition,"
the major said. "The peasants swarmed round us hotly more than
once, and it was the fact that we had our arms and were ready to
use them, quite as much as my assurances that we were prisoners
on parole, and had promised not to serve in Spain until exchanged,
that kept them from making an attack upon us; as it was we nearly
came to blows several times. I marched that day till the men were
ready to drop, and camped at a distance from a road in a lonely
place. I dared not scatter my men in a village. The next day we
kept steadily on and crossed the frontier into Castile, pretty well
worn out, just at nightfall. I had to give my men two days' halt
before we could go further, and we have since come by easy stages,
which accounts for your being here so long before us. And now,
is there anything that I can do for you? If there is, command my
service to the utmost. I shall see the duke this afternoon, and
shall tell him that I and my party are indebted to you for our
lives. It is well for me that he is in command here instead of the
marshal; he is a gentleman, and will respect the parole I gave for
myself and my men; if it had been Tesse I might have had trouble,
for as likely as not he would have scoffed at my promise, and
ordered me and my men back to the front again, and then I should
have been placed in a nice fix."

"The best thing you could do for me," Jack said, "would be to
suggest to the marshal that he should exchange me against you. If
he will let me take my two troopers I would throw in all your men.
There will be no occasion to arrange it with our general; you gave
your word to me, and I can give it you back again. As I am of no
use to him, and you are, I should think he would consent."

"I should think so too," Major Ferre said, "and should be delighted,
on both our accounts, if it could be managed."

Three hours later the major returned in high spirits.

"I have arranged the matter," he said, "and we are both free men.
You can't stir out of here at present, because it would not be safe
for you to go about Madrid; but I have orders to march tomorrow
morning, in command of a convoy, to join Las Torres outside Valencia,
so you can ride with me till we get near the town, and then join
your people."

Jack was delighted, and the next morning set out with the convoy.
His appearance, as he rode by the side of Major Ferre with his two
orderlies behind him, excited the greatest surprise and curiosity
in the various towns and villages through which they passed. The
journey was a pleasant one, Major Ferre exerting himself in every
way to make it as pleasant as possible. After four days' journey
the convoy arrived within sight of Valencia. When they came to a
place where the roads forked the major said:

"That is your way, my dear Stilwell. I hope that some day the
fortunes of war will throw us together again, in some pleasant
position where we can renew our friendship. Two miles on is a
ford across the river, where, as the peasants tell me, two of your
vedettes are posted; another hour's ride will take you to Valencia."

With a hearty goodby on both sides, Jack and his two dragoons rode
off, and soon astonished the English vedettes by their appearance
on the opposite bank of the river. A few words in English convinced
the soldiers that it was no trick that was being played with them,
and Jack rode across the ford and then galloped on to Valencia.

"Well, Captain Stilwell," the earl said as Jack entered his
apartment, "what news do you bring me from Barcelona? I hear that
Tesse has invested the town."

"My last news is from Madrid, general," Jack said; "I have had to
stay a week in that city."

And he then proceeded to relate the series of events which had
happened from the time he joined the Count of Cifuentes.

"I know I exceeded my duty, general," he said when he finished,
"in going up into Arragon without orders; but I felt that I was
of little use with the count, who handles the Miquelets well, and
I thought that you would be glad of trustworthy information of the
state of feeling in Arragon, and perhaps of Castile."

"You were quite right," the earl said, "and have done exceedingly
well. Yours has been an adventure after my own heart, and you have
just arrived here in time, for I am on the point of starting to do
what I can to harass the besiegers of Barcelona."


Although for months it was evident that the French were preparing
to make a great effort to recapture Barcelona, Charles and his
German advisers had done nothing whatever to place the city in the
position to resist a siege. The fortifications remained just as
they had been when Peterborough had captured the city. The breaches
which had been made by the English cannon were still open, and even
that in the all important citadel of Montjuich remained as it had
been left by the explosion of the magazine.

Not until Tesse was pressing down from Lerida and de Noailles from
Roussillon did the king awake to his danger. Orders were sent out
to recall all the troops who were within reach, the country people
were set to work collecting provisions, and the king made an urgent
appeal to the citizens to aid in repairing the fortifications. The
appeal was responded to; the whole male population took up arms,
even priests and friars enrolling themselves in the ranks. The
women and children were formed into companies, and all Barcelona
labored in carrying materials and in repairing the breaches. The
king had received a letter from Peterborough proposing the plan of
which he had spoken to his aides de camp, and which, had it been
carried out, would have changed the fate of Spain. His suggestion
was that Charles should at once make his way by sea to Portugal,
which, as the blockade had not then commenced, he could have
easily done, there to put himself at the head of the allied army,
twenty-six thousand strong, and march straight upon Madrid. This
could have been done with a certainty of success, for the west of
Spain and the capital had been denuded of troops for the invasion
of Catalonia and Valencia, and no more than two thousand men could
have been collected to oppose the invaders.

"If your majesty will undertake to do this," wrote the earl, "I
will undertake to maintain the province here, and perhaps to open
a way to Madrid."

But now, as before, this bold but really safe counsel was overruled
by Charles' German courtiers and he resolved to remain in Barcelona
and wait a siege.

As soon as Peterborough received the answer, he left a small garrison
in Valencia, and marched away with all the force he could collect,
which, however, numbered only two thousand foot and six hundred
horse, while de Noailles had no less than twenty thousand gathered
round Barcelona. Peterborough moved rapidly across the country,
pushing forward at the utmost speed of the troops till he arrived
within two leagues of Barcelona, and took up a strong position
among the mountains, where he was at once joined by the Count of
Cifuentes and his peasant army.

"Ah, count," the earl said as he rode into his camp, "I am glad to
see you again. You did not succeed in stopping Tesse, but by all
accounts you mauled him handsomely. And now, what are our prospects?"

"Indeed, sir, they are not over bright, and I do not see that we
can effect much to aid the king. My men will fight well enough,
as Captain Stilwell has witnessed, when they choose their position
and shoot behind shelter, but they would be of no use whatever in
a regular action; and as to advancing into the plain to give battle
with you against twenty thousand regular troops, they would not
attempt it, even if you were to join your orders to mine."

"We will not ask them, count," Peterborough said. "I know the
Miquelets by this time. They are admirable for irregular war, but
worse than useless for anything else. All we will ask of them,
count, is to scatter in strong bodies over the hills, to guard
every road, and cut off any parties of the enemy who may venture
to go out to gather provisions or forage. If they can manage
occasionally to threaten an attack upon the French camp, so much
the better."

The next morning a strong body of the French took post round
Montjuich, and at nine o'clock a force of infantry, supported by
two squadrons of horse, attempted to carry the western outworks by
storm. This was the weakest part of the citadel, and was manned by
only a hundred men of Colonel Hamilton's regiment, who had arrived
the night before, having in two days ridden seventy miles on mules.

As the French advanced they received them with great determination,
and poured in so sharp a fire that the assailants speedily retired
with considerable loss. As they fell back the English threw up
their caps and raised loud shouts, which so exasperated the enemy
that they reformed and returned several times to the assault, but
only to be repulsed as on their first attempt. This was a sharp
check to the French, who had expected to find the place guarded
only by the usual garrison of forty Spaniards.

When the sound of firing was heard in the town the whole garrison
turned out and marched to support Montjuich, only twelve men being
left behind for a guard to the king. This repulse of the first
attempt of the enemy raised the spirits of the townsmen, and bands
of them ventured beyond the walls, and, sheltering in the gardens
and groves, maintained a strong fire upon the French.

Finding that Barcelona was not to be taken as easily as they had
expected, the French generals extended their camp so as to completely
surround the town. On their side the citizens were not inactive,
and, sallying out, managed to cut off and drive in a flock of seven
hundred of the enemy's sheep and twelve of their mules.

The following night the besieged sustained a severe loss by the
treacherous surrender, by its commander, of Fort Redonda, which
stood on the seashore and commanded the landing. The enemy at once
profited by this advantage and began landing their provisions,
guns, and ammunition. This misfortune was, however, balanced by the
enterprise of Brigadier Generals Lord Donegal and Sentiman, with
two English and two newly raised Catalan battalions. They received
the king's orders to return to Barcelona too late to reach the town
before its investment, but now managed, under cover of night, to
elude the enemy and enter the city in safety.

When the enemy received news of the success of this attempt they
closed in their left wing to the eastward, in hopes of preventing
further reinforcements from entering the town. But they had not
reckoned upon the Earl of Peterborough, who had received news that
the garrison of Gerona, after evacuating that town on the approach
of the army of the Duke de Noailles, had embarked in small boats
and were about to attempt a landing near Barcelona, on the north
side. On the receipt of the news he started as night fell with
his whole force from his camp in the mountains, and having, after
a march of nearly twenty miles, arrived at the spot named for the
debarkation just as the boats were nearing the shore, and having
escorted the Gerona men past the enemy's outpost and into the town,
without the loss of a man, he again retired to the mountains. These
accessions of strength raised the force of troops in the besieged
town to upward of three thousand.

The next day a case of treason was discovered among the Spaniards
in the garrison of Montjuich. A boy confessed that he had been
hired by one of these men to put out all the gun matches, and to
throw the priming powder out of the matchlocks that night. He was
told to do this on the weakest side of the works, where the attack
would probably be made.

The discovery of this intended treason, following so closely on that
at Fort Redonda, excited suspicions of the loyalty of the Spanish
Governor of Montjuich, and he was superseded and the Earl of
Donegal appointed to the command. For the next six days the French
continued to raise battery after battery around Montjuich. Lord
Donegal made some gallant sallies and several times drove the
besiegers from their works, but in each case they returned in such
overwhelming force that he was obliged to abandon the positions he
had won and to fall back into the citadel.

The Miquelets, of whom there were many in the town, aided the
besieged by harassing the French. Every night they stole into their
camp, murdered officers in their tents, carried off horses, slew
sentries, and kept the enemy in a perpetual state of watchfulness.

At eight o'clock on the morning of the 15th of April the besiegers
made a furious attack on the western outwork of Montjuich, having
ascertained that it was defended only by a party of one of the
newly raised Spanish regiments. They captured the post without
difficulty, the Spaniards flying at the first assault, but on the
inner ramparts they were met by Donegal and his grenadiers, and a
desperate struggle took place which lasted for two hours.

The English fought with the greatest obstinacy, and frequently flung
back among their assailants the grenades which the latter showered
among them, before they had time to explode, Lord Donegal himself
setting the men the example. But though able to prevent the French
from advancing further, the English could not recover the outpost
which the Spaniards had abandoned, and the French formed intrenchments
and mounted a battery upon it.

In spite of the continued fire which the besiegers now poured in
upon it from all sides, Lord Donegal held out bravely. The little
force under his command was much reduced in numbers, and so worn
out by constant exertion and loss of sleep that men frequently fell
asleep while under arms under the heaviest fire. The besiegers were
not idle in other directions. Several mortar vessels moved close
in shore and threw shells into the town, while the batteries poured
in red hot shot. This spread great alarm throughout the town. The
people could he hardly induced to continue working on the defenses,
and many took refuge in cellars or in the churches. Ammunition
began to fail, and despair was taking possession of the defenders,
when, at two o'clock in the morning of the 21st, a galley ran
safely into the harbor bearing a supply of powder and encouraging
messages from Lord Peterborough.

Three days later he managed to throw a body of Neapolitan troops
into the town, embarking them in boats at Matero, a small port a
few miles to the northeast of the town. He sent them close along the
shore in order to pass the enemy's fleet, if possible, unobserved.
They found, however, that a line of boats had been drawn across
the harbor to blockade the entrance. They attacked the boats, and
after a sharp fight, which lasted over an hour, four hundred men
succeeded in forcing their way through, and the rest returned to
Matero in safety.

Peterborough now determined to endeavor to relieve the town by the
desperate expedient of attacking the enemy's camp with his little
force. In order to do this with any prospect of success it was
necessary to warn the king of his intentions, so that the garrison
of the town could issue out and attack the enemy at the same moment
from their side. He committed the dispatch to Captain Graham, who
succeeded in making his way through the enemy's lines to the city.
The king agreed to join in a combined attack, and, having arranged
all his plans, gave the dispatch to Graham to carry back to the

On the way out he was less successful than he had been in entering.
He was seized upon by a body of French before he could destroy the
paper. Tesse was accordingly warned of the earl's plans, and at the
hour appointed for the attack drew up his army in order of battle.
Peterborough was ready to advance, and the besieged were all in
arms on the ramparts, but seeing that the enemy were fully prepared
the project was abandoned, and the troops returned to their quarters.

But the fall of Montjuich was at hand. The besiegers secretly
massed a large force in the trenches. At midday on the 22d a salvo
of four mortars gave the signal. The French rushed in with loud
shouts and effected a complete surprise. Before the troops could
get under arms two bastions were captured.

So sudden was the affair that many of the English officers, hearing
the firing, ran out from the keep, and seeing some foreign troops
drawn up in the works joined them, concluding that they were Dutch,
and were only undeceived by finding themselves taken prisoners.
The men were so confused by the loss of many of the officers that,
had the French pushed in at once, they would have been able to
carry the main body of the works with but little resistance. They
halted, however, in the bastions they had won. The next morning
the people of Barcelona, headed by their priests, sallied out to
effect the relief of Montjuich, but were easily driven back by the
besiegers. The little garrison of the castle sallied out to meet
their friends, but when these retreated to the town they had to
fight their way back to the castle, which they regained with great
difficulty, the gallant Earl of Donegal and many of his officers
being killed.

Finding that their position was now desperate, the remnant of the
British troops abandoned the castle they had so stoutly defended,
and succeeded in making their way safely into the city. Tesse now
pushed on the siege of the town with vigor. Batteries of heavy guns
were raised opposite the newly mended breaches, and so close did
he plant his guns to the walls that the artillery of the besieged
could not be depressed sufficiently to play upon them, while
so heavy a fire of infantry was kept up upon the walls that their
defenders were unable to reply effectively with their musketry.

The walls crumbled rapidly, and the defenders busied themselves
in raising inner defenses behind the breaches. Had the French been
commanded by an enterprising general there is little doubt that
they could have carried the town by assault, but Tesse, in his
over caution, waited until success was a certainty. The alarm in
Barcelona was great, and the king sent messenger after messenger
to Peterborough to urge him to come to his relief; but, daring as
was the earl when he considered success to be possible, he would
not venture his little force upon an enterprise which was, he felt,
hopeless, and he knew that the only possible relief for the city
was the arrival of the English fleet.

Early in March Admiral Sir John Leake and Baron Wassenaer had sailed
from Lisbon with the combined fleet in accordance with Peterborough's
orders; but the wind was contrary, and it was fully six weeks after
starting that they reached the Straits, where they were joined by
Captain Price with a small squadron, on board of which were two
English regiments. It was not until the 24th of April that they
sailed from Gibraltar.

On reaching Altea they received news that another squadron had sailed
from Lisbon to join them, and in spite of the warm remonstrances of
General Stanhope, who commanded the troops on board, the Dutch and
English admirals determined to await the arrival of the reinforcements
before sailing to give battle to the fleet of the Count of Toulouse
before Barcelona.

On the 3d of April Sir George Byng arrived at Altea with some ships
from Ireland, and the next day Commodore Walker, with the squadron
from Lisbon, also arrived; but the wind was now contrary, and
although the fleet set sail, for three days they made no progress
whatever, and each hour so wasted rendered the position of the
besieged at Barcelona more and more desperate. While lying at Altea
General Stanhope had sent a message to Lord Peterborough telling
him that he would use every means in his power to hasten Sir John
Leake's movements, and that he would give him timely notice of the
approach of the fleet.

He said that as it was of the utmost importance that the enemy
should remain in ignorance of the approaching succors, his messenger
should carry only a half sheet of blank paper, so that if he were
taken by the enemy they would learn nothing from his dispatch. When
the fleet sailed he sent off a second messenger, who got safely to
the earl, and delivered his blank dispatch. With the exception of
his aide de camp, who was always in his confidence, he told no one
the meaning of this blank dispatch, and his officers were surprised
when orders were issued for the little army at once to prepare
for a night march. Officers and men had, however, most implicit
confidence in their general, and, doubting not that some daring
enterprise was at hand, they started in high spirits.

All through the night they marched in a southwesterly direction over
the hills, and at daybreak reached the little seaport of Sitjes,
some seven leagues from Barcelona. Ordering the wearied soldiers to
encamp behind some low hills, the indefatigable general rode with
Jack Stilwell into the little port, and at once, by offering large
rewards, set the sailors and fishermen at work to collect the
boats, barges, and fishing smacks along the neighboring coast, and
to bring them to Sitjes.

In two days he had succeeded in collecting a sufficient number to
carry the whole force. The news of the work upon which the general
was engaged soon spread among the force and caused the greatest
astonishment. Jack Stilwell was overwhelmed with questions as to
the intentions of the general.

"What on earth are we going to do next, Stilwell?" one of the
colonels said to him. "We are all ready, you know, to do anything
that the chief bids us, but for the life of us no one can make this
business out. The only possible thing seems to be that the chief
intends to attack the French fleet, and desperate as many of his
exploits have been, they would be as nothing to that. Even the earl
could surely not expect that fifteen hundred men in fishing boats
and barges could attack a fleet of some thirty men of war. The idea
seems preposterous, and yet one does not see what else he can have
got in his head."

"Of course, colonel," Jack said, laughing, "you do not expect me
to tell you what are the general's plans. You may be quite sure
that, whatever they are, there is nothing absolutely impossible
about them, for you know that although the general may undertake
desperate things, he never attempts anything that has not at least
a possibility of success; in fact, as you know, he has never yet
failed in any enterprise that he has undertaken."

"That is true enough," the colonel said; "and yet for the life of
me I cannot make out what else he can be thinking of. Certainly to
attack Toulouse would be madness, and yet there is no one else to

"Well, colonel, I can only say that time will show, and I don't
think you will have to wait very long before you know as much about
it as I do."

Jack was right in this, for on the night of the second day the
earl called his officers together, and informed them that he was
waiting to join the English fleet, which might at any moment come
in sight. As hitherto nothing had been known about the arrival of
reinforcements, the news excited the greatest joy. The earl had
hoped that at daybreak the fleet would be in sight, and as soon
as it was light he mounted a hill which gave him a wide view over
the sea, but to his deep disappointment not a sail appeared above
the horizon. Knowing the desperate state of the garrison at Barcelona,
and that at any hour he might receive news that an assault had been
delivered and the city captured, his disappointment at the delay
in the appearance of the fleet was unbounded.

The roar of the distant guns around Barcelona came distinctly to
his ears, and he was almost wild with impatience and anxiety. On
reaching the shore again he found that a fast sailing felucca had
just come in from Barcelona. She had managed to evade the blockading
fleet, and bore an urgent letter from the king, praying Peterborough
to come to his assistance. The earl did not hesitate a moment, but
determined to set sail at once to find the fleet, and to bring it
on to Barcelona with all speed.

The astonishment and dismay of his officers at the news that their
general was about to leave them and embark on such an enterprise
were very great, but the earl explained to the leaders the reasons
for his anxiety to gain the fleet. His commission appointed him to
the command at sea as well as on land, and on joining the fleet he
would be its admiral in chief. He feared that at the sight of so
powerful an armament the Count of Toulouse would at once decline
battle and make for France. He determined, therefore, to advance
only with a force considerably inferior to that of the French, in
which case Toulouse, rather than abandon the siege of Barcelona
just when success seemed assured, would sail out and give battle.

Should he do so the earl, however inferior his force, had no doubts
as to obtaining victory. Accompanied only by Jack Stillwell and by
Captain Humphrey, who had taken the place of Graham, he embarked
on board the little felucca and put to sea. The weather was cold
and stormy, and the master of the boat did not like putting out
far from shore; but the earl was peremptory, and the felucca stood
well out to sea. Night came on without any signs of the fleet being
discovered. The hours of darkness passed slowly, for the boat was
undecked and afforded no shelter, and the heavy seas which broke
over her kept all on board wetted to the skin.

At daybreak, to their great joy, they perceived a British man
of war approaching. They at once made for her, and found she was
the Leopard, commanded by Captain Price. The astonishment of that
officer, and of all on board, was unbounded at being boarded at
break of day almost out of sight of land from an open boat by the
admiral of all the fleets. The earl's stay on board was but a short
one. As soon as he had learned the whereabout of the rest of the
fleet, and given instructions to Captain Price, he again embarked
in the felucca, and sailed for Sitjes.

The joy of the troops was great at the return of their general,
for the night had been so stormy that there were great fears for
his safety; but he was not to remain with them long, for, having
given orders that the whole disposable force, about fourteen hundred
men, should embark in the boats before daybreak next morning, and
follow the fleet to Barcelona, he again with his aides de camp took
his place in the felucca and sailed for the fleet.

In the middle of the night he came across them, and boarding the
Prince George, hoisted his flag as admiral of the fleet on the
maintop, and took the command. He then sent a boat to Sir John
Leake to acquaint him with his orders and intentions, and another
boat to advise General Stanhope of his arrival; but the darkness
delayed the delivery of these messages till nearly morning, and when
day appeared the whole fleet was amazed at seeing the flag of the
admiral in chief flying on the Prince George. The wind was strong
and favorable, and the fleet crowded on all sail; but when within
about eighteen miles of Barcelona one of the French lookout ships
sighted them, and made a signal to a consort further along. She
in turn passed on the news until it reached the Count of Toulouse,
who, without waiting to ascertain the strength of the approaching
squadron, at once signaled to his fleet to weigh anchor, and,
putting to sea, sailed for France.

The disappointment of the earl was great, as he had fully calculated
upon gaining a great naval battle in sight of the city he had come
to relieve. On the afternoon of the 8th of May the leading vessels
anchored off Barcelona, and preparations were at once made for
the landing of the troops. The first to set foot on shore were the
earl's veteran troops, who had according to his orders accompanied
the fleet from Sitjes. The succor was welcome, indeed; the breaches
were no longer defensible, and an assault was hourly expected. The
king himself came down to receive the earl and his army; the city
went wild with joy.

For a few days the French made a show of carrying on the siege.
They were still enormously superior in force; but the energy and
skill of Peterborough counterbalanced the inequality. He worked day
and night in superintending the works of defense, and in placing
the troops in readiness for the expected assault. Philip and many
of his officers were still in favor of an attack upon the city;
but Tesse as usual was opposed to anything like vigorous measures,
and his views were adopted by a council of war.

At one o'clock on the morning of the 11th of May the besiegers
broke up their camp, and in great confusion made their way toward
the French frontier, for Tesse preferred even the ignominy of
falling back into France with his unsuccessful and dispirited army
to retracing his steps toward Saragossa, where his devastations and
cruelty had caused the whole population to rise in insurrection as
soon as his army had passed into Catalonia. Besides which, he had
received news that Peterborough had caused every pass and town
on his way to the west to be fortified and held by the Miquelets.
Philip accompanied the retreating army to Roussillon. The downfall
of his hopes had been utter and complete. But a few weeks before it
had seemed that Spain was his, and that the forces at his disposal
were ample to crush out the insurrection in Barcelona, and to
sweep into the sea the handful of the invaders. But all his plans
had been baffled, all his hopes brought to naught by the genius
and energy of one man, in spite of that man being thwarted at every
turn by the imbecile German coterie who surrounded the king, and
by the jealousy and ill will of his fellow generals.

Bad news met the fugitive at Roussillon. There he heard that his
countrymen had suffered a disastrous defeat at Ramillies; that
nearly all the Netherlands had been wrested from France; that a
heavy defeat had been inflicted upon her at Turin, and that Italy
was well nigh lost. It needed, indeed, but the smallest amount of
unanimity, enterprise, and confidence on the part of the advisers
and generals of King Charles to have placed him securely and
permanently upon the throne of Spain.

When the flight of the besieging army was discovered after daybreak
by the besieged, they poured out from Barcelona into the deserted
camp. All the ordnance and stores of the French had been abandoned.
Two hundred heavy brass guns, thirty mortars, and a vast quantity
of shot, shells, and intrenching tools, three thousand barrels of
powder, ten thousand sacks of corn, and a vast quantity of provisions
and stores were found left behind in the camp. Tesse had left, too,
all his sick and wounded with a letter to the Earl of Peterborough
begging him to see that they were well cared for.

The news of the hasty retreat of Marshal Tesse from before Barcelona
caused a shock of surprise throughout Europe. In France it had never
been doubted that Barcelona would fall, and as to the insurrection,
it was believed that it could be trampled out without difficulty
by the twenty-five thousand French veterans whom the marshal had
at his disposal. As to the handful of British troops whose exploits
had occasioned such astonishment, none had supposed for a moment
that they would be able to effect anything when opposed to so
overwhelming a force of the disciplined troops of France.

Peterborough himself had hardly hoped to save Barcelona, but,
unlike his enemies, he had not considered that the fall of that city
would necessarily entail the final defeat of the cause for which he
fought. While busying himself with the marches and achievements of
the troops under his command, he had never ceased to take measures
to provide for the future. His marches and counter marches had
made him thoroughly acquainted with the country, and he had won
the entire confidence of the people.

He had, therefore, taken measures that even if Barcelona fell
Philip should not march back again to his capital. From the day
Tesse advanced he had had thousands of the country people at work,
under the direction of a few of his own officers, rendering each of
the three roads by which the French army could march from Barcelona
to Madrid impracticable. Gorges were blocked with vast masses of
rock rolled down from the mountain side at spots where the road
wound along on the face of precipices; and where it had only been
made by blasting, it was by similar means entirely destroyed.
Bridges were broken down, every castle and town on the lines of
retreat placed in a state of defense, and the cattle and provisions
driven off to places of safety.

Thus while the earl was himself engaged in the most perilous
adventures, he neglected nothing that the most prudent and cautious
general could have suggested to insure the success of his plans.
Even when affairs looked most unpromising in Barcelona the earl
wrote cheerfully to the Duke of Savoy, saying that the circumstances
were much better than were generally supposed; and that the French
officers, ignorant of the situation of the country, would be
astonished at the difficulties that would be opposed to them on
advancing even after success; and that if the siege were raised they
would be forced to abandon Spain, while all the western frontier
would be clear for the progress of Lord Galway and Das Minas to

A few days after the retreat of Marshal Tesse, to Jack's great
pleasure Graham came into Barcelona. He had, in the confusion of the
retreat, had little difficulty in slipping away from his captors.
His only danger had been from the peasantry, at whose hands he had
narrowly escaped death, as they took him for a French officer; but,
upon being convinced by his assurances that he was an Englishman
and an aide de camp of the Earl of Peterborough, they had provided
him with a horse to make his way back to Barcelona.


Barcelona rescued, Peterborough at once urged the king to march
upon Madrid and have himself proclaimed king in his capital. There
was no force which could oppose his advance, and Lord Galway and
the Portuguese could move unresisted from the west and meet him
there. But it was a long time before Charles and his counselors
would listen to his advice; and although at last they agreed to
follow it, their resolution was short. In the first place, they
determined to leave so large a force to garrison Catalonia that the
army available for the advance on Madrid would be very seriously
weakened--fifteen hundred English and eleven hundred Spaniards
were to be left at Barcelona, sixteen hundred English and Dutch and
fifteen hundred Spanish at Gerona, eight hundred and fifty Spanish
and Dutch at Lerida, and five hundred Spanish at Tortosa.

This left but sixty-five hundred men available for service in the
field, and even this number was subsequently diminished by the
vacillating Charles to forty-five hundred.

As Peterborough wrote to Lord Halifax: "We have saved kingdoms in
spite of the king, who would abandon them, and we have waged more
dangerous war with ministers than with enemies. Lord Galway and
the Portuguese generals pass all understanding."

No wonder the earl was astounded by the incompetence of Lord Galway
and the Portuguese generals. They had twenty thousand men, while to
oppose them there were but five thousand under the Duke of Berwick;
and yet after entering Spain they fell back, without doing anything,
into Portugal--their retreat beginning on the 11th of May, the day
on which Philip retreated from Barcelona. So that on the opposite
side of Spain two large armies simultaneously retired before others
vastly weaker than themselves. When the news of Tesse's retreat to
France reached Portugal they again advanced. Berwick was too weak
to oppose them, and on the 25th of June the advance guard of the
allies occupied Madrid, and there proclaimed Charles as king.

Had Galway and his colleagues now shown the slightest energy, and
moved against Berwick's little force, with which was Philip himself,
they could have driven them across the frontier without striking
a blow, and the French cause would have been lost in Spain; but,
having reached Madrid, they remained there doing absolutely nothing
--leaving ample time to Philip to repair his misfortunes, receive
aid from France, and recommence the campaign with vigor. As
Peterborough wrote indignantly to General Stanhope: "Their halt is
as fatal as was Hannibal's at Capua."

As soon as the movement upon Madrid had been decided upon, Peterborough
sailed with the English and Dutch infantry to Valencia, where he
was received with enthusiasm by the inhabitants. He at once set to
work to raise a regiment of dragoons, and organized them in three
weeks. The very day they were mounted he marched them upon Castile.
During this time not only had Lord Galway made no movement, but he
had joined in the German intrigue by which Charles was induced to
abandon the plan of marching to his capital under the escort of

The allied generals at Madrid were indeed basely jealous of the
brilliant conqueror of Catalonia and Valencia. His deeds had thrown
theirs entirely into the shade. With utterly insufficient means he
had done everything; with ample means they had effected nothing,
and had only been enabled to enter Madrid by the fact that he had
drawn off the army which had successfully opposed them.

After incessant labor in organizing his force, the earl sent two
thousand men, under the command of Lieutenant General Wyndham,
to besiege the towns of Requena and Cuenca--two places of some
strength which blocked the road between Valencia and Madrid.

Wyndham easily accomplished the task; and the road being thus
secured, Peterborough wrote to Charles that "nothing remained to
hinder him from entering Madrid with even a small escort of horse."
The earl had everything prepared along the road for the passage
of the king; but although he wrote over and over again urging him
not to delay, Charles refused to stir, and told General Stanhope
(who backed Peterborough's entreaties) that he had "no becoming
equipment with which to enter his capital."

"Sire," the English general exclaimed in indignant astonishment,
"our William the Third entered London in a hackney, with a cloak
bag behind it, and was made king not many weeks after."

A month after the date originally settled Charles set out and
proceeded to Taragona, but then, to the astonishment of the English
general and envoy, they learned he had altered his mind and taken
the route to Saragossa. When he heard the news, Peterborough sent
couriers day after day with urgent letters to the king. He prevailed
upon a deputation of the Valencian nobility to follow with the same
purpose, and transmitted the opinion of a council of war, which
was unanimous in entreating the king to stay his steps. The king
again hesitated, and was about to follow Peterborough's advice,
when a French officer in the Portuguese service arrived from Galway
and Das Minas, again urging him to move by the route which they
had suggested.

Charles again hesitated, the Count of Cifuentes (who was with
him) gave his advice in favor of the Saragossa route, and the king
decided on that line.

On the 26th of July the earl summoned a council of war, including
the Governor of Valencia, two Spanish generals, and his own officers.
They agreed unanimously that Peterborough should march his army to
Madrid or join the army in Portugal, as circumstances might require.
Just before they started letters came in from the king desiring
that Peterborough should send the forces under his command either
to relieve the Duke of Savoy or to capture the Balearic Isles.

The earl declined to follow this ungrateful suggestion, which was
manifestly intended by Charles and his advisers, English, Portuguese,
and German, to send away from his kingdom the man who had won
it for him. Being fortunately independent of orders, Peterborough
marched for Castile, as he and the council of war had previously

Charles was not long in regretting that he had not followed Lord
Peterborough's advice. Instead of the triumphant procession from
Saragossa to Madrid, which he had been promised, he was met with
the most determined opposition.

Every town and village in the center and south of Spain rose against
him; Salamanca and Toledo declared for Philip, and Andalusia raised
eighteen thousand men. The troops of Las Torres from Valencia,
and those who had retreated under Tesse to Roussillon, had joined
Berwick at Xadraque, and Philip had placed himself at the head of
this formidable army. Charles was obliged to send in the utmost
haste to ask the Earl of Peterborough to extricate him from the
position in which he had placed himself by neglecting his advice.

The earl instantly complied with the request, and marching with
all speed overtook the king on the 4th of August at Pastrina, and
thence on the following day escorted him in safety to the army of
Portugal at Guadalaxara.

The total strength of the united allied army was eighteen thousand
men--a force inferior, indeed, to that with which Berwick confronted
them; and that portion brought by Lord Galway and the Portuguese
General Das Minas was not to be relied upon, having fallen into a
state of great indiscipline owing to the tedious delays, the frequent
retreats, and the long inactivity to which it had been subjected
by the incompetence of its leaders. That this was so was evident
by the fact that the day after the king's arrival the French made
a partial attack, and many of the allied battalions at once fell
into complete confusion. But this was not the greatest drawback
to the efficiency of the allied army; they were paralyzed by the
dissensions of their commanders--Galway, Das Minas, and the Dutch
Count de Noyelles. Each and all declined to acknowledge Peterborough
as commander in chief. The earl then offered to waive his own rights
entirely and to fight as a simple volunteer, and that Das Minas,
Lord Galway, and the Dutch general should each command their own
forces, receiving their orders from the king.

This offer was, however, refused by the three generals. The partisans
of the various leaders shared their animosity. The English troops
of Peterborough claiming, and justly, that Catalonia and Valencia
had been gained and won by him, and that to him alone the king
owed his crown, were furious that those who had shown naught but
incapacity from the commencement of the campaign should now refuse
to recognize his authority. While the disputes continued Berwick
had nearly succeeded in surprising Galway, and a disastrous defeat
had only been prevented by the gallant defense made by Lord Tyrawley
of an outpost which he commanded, and which he held for two hours
against all the efforts of the French, and so gave time for the
army to make a hasty retreat.

The army was, moreover, straitened by want of provisions; Lord
Galway and his colleagues had made no arrangements whatever for
its supply. Day and night the German favorites of the king, who
had ruined their master's cause by dissuading him from following
the advice of Lord Peterborough, now labored with the king still
further to destroy his confidence in Peterborough; and finding himself
treated coldly by the ungrateful monarch, who owed everything to
him, opposed at every turn by the other generals, and seeing that
his presence was worse than useless, Peterborough announced his
intention of obeying the orders from Queen Anne, dated the 12th
of June, and repeated on the 17th, to proceed to the assistance of
the Duke of Savoy.

On the same evening a council of war was held. The king formally
laid Peterborough's announcement before the generals, who, delighted
to get rid of their rival, unanimously recommended that he should

On the 11th of August, full of mortification and disgust at
the treatment that he had experienced and the base ingratitude of
the king, Peterborough rode from the camp at Guadalaxara. As if
to humiliate him as far as possible, he was given only an escort
of eighty dragoons, although there were serious difficulties to
be encountered on the road to Valencia. His two favorite aides de
camp, Stilwell and Graham, were the only officers who accompanied
him. It is satisfactory to know that from the moment of the earl's
departure misfortune and disaster fell upon the fortunes of King
Charles, and that the crown which he had received from the English
earl was wrested from his unworthy grasp. Peterborough had gone
but a short distance when he heard that all his baggage, consisting
of eight wagon loads and of the value of eight thousand pounds
sterling, had fallen into the hands of the enemy. When he left
Valencia to extricate the king from his difficulties he had ordered
it to be sent after him to Guadalaxara. When it arrived at Cuenca,
General Wyndham, who commanded there, forwarded it with a small
escort; but it was attacked while passing through the town of Huete
by a party of the Duke of Berwick's troopers.

The earl was furious at the news. Not only were all his personal
effects, jewels, and uniforms lost, but his spare horses, carriages,
and mules. Upon making inquiry he found that the troopers of
Berwick had been aided by the inhabitants of Huete, who had given
information to the troopers and shared in the plunder. His first
impulse was to burn the town to the ground, and as when he arrived
there he was joined by Wyndham's force, he had ample power to do

He immediately summoned the magistrates and clergy to meet him,
and told them in decided terms that they must find his baggage and
the rogues that had stolen it. After making a search in the town
they were able to find but a small portion of it. They then offered
to pay him ten thousand pistoles for his loss, or any other sum
which he might choose to name; but the earl, with that singular
generosity which formed so marked a part of his character, declined
the offer, and said:

"I see you are honest gentlemen; for my part I will sit content
with my loss if you will bring all the corn of the district to the

The townspeople were delighted at this clemency, as corn was much
more easy to procure than money, and it was accordingly sent to
Lord Galway's camp, where it sufficed to supply the whole army for
six weeks.

This was an act of almost unparalleled magnanimity and generosity
to the generals whose jealousy and machinations had driven him from
the army; but the earl was so satisfied at thus heaping coals of
fire upon the heads of his rivals that he continued his journey
in the highest state of good humor in spite of the loss which he
had suffered, and which, as he was by no means rich, was a very
considerable one. He took with him Killigrew's dragoons and sent
on Wyndham's brigade to join Lord Galway. On the way he encountered
several adventures.

One night when he arrived at the little town of Campillo, he heard
of a barbarous massacre that had that day been perpetrated in a
neighboring village upon a small detachment of English soldiers,
who had just been discharged from the hospital at Cuenca, and
were proceeding under the command of an officer to join Wyndham's
battalion of the guards, to which they belonged. They had slept
at the village, and were marching out unconscious of danger, when
a shot in the back killed their officer, and the peasants at once
rushed in upon the men and killed several of them, together with
their wives who had accompanied them. The rest were dragged up a
hill near the village, and then one by one thrown down a deep pit.

No sooner did the earl hear of the outrage than he ordered the
trumpets to sound to horse. The dragoons, who, weary with their long
march, had just unsaddled, turned out wondering at the order; but
when they heard what had happened, they mounted with an impatience
for vengeance equal to that of their general. Arriving at the village
they found, to their great disappointment, that the murderers had
fled, and that hardly any of the inhabitants remained. They found,
however, hidden in the church, the clothes of some of the murdered
guardsmen. The sacristan of the church was alleged by the inhabitants,
who were narrowly examined, to have taken an active part in the
slaughter, and the earl ordered him to be hung up at once to the
knocker of his own door. The troops then rode up to the top of the
hill, and the earl and his aides de camp dismounted at the edge
of the pit. They had procured a rope at the village, although the
inhabitants insisted that no one could be found alive, as the pit,
which was a disused one, was of vast depth.

"Is any one alive down there?" the earl shouted.

"Yes, yes," a voice cried a short distance below them. "Thank God
friends have come; but help me quickly, for I cannot hold on much

Jack seized the rope and twisted one end round his body. Several
of the soldiers lowered him down, and some twenty feet below the
edge he came upon the man who had spoken. As he fell he had caught
some bushes which grew in the side of the old pit, and having
managed to find a ledge on which to place his feet, had maintained
his grasp in this perilous position the whole day. As the rope was
amply strong enough to hold two, Jack clasped his arms around the
man's body and called to those above to haul up. They were soon at
the surface.

The soldier, who had fainted when he found himself in safety,
was laid down and brandy poured down his throat, and Jack, to his
astonishment and satisfaction, recognized in him his old friend
Sergeant Edwards. He did not wait, however, for him to recover
sensibility, but at once told the troopers to lower him again to
the end of the rope. This they did, and Jack then shouted several
times, but received no answer. He then dropped a small stone he
had brought down with him, but no sound came back in return, and,
satisfied that none of the soldiers could have survived the fall,
for he was already more than sixty feet below the surface, he
shouted to those above to draw him up. He found that Edwards had
now recovered his senses, and was giving to the earl a detailed
account of the massacre, which so exasperated him that he gave
orders that the village should be burned to the ground, a command
which was willingly carried out by the troopers. Edwards was
delighted at recognizing Jack, and when, after the destruction of
the village, the party rode back to Campillo for the night, the
two old friends had a long chat as to the events which had happened
since they last parted at Barcelona.

"Is it true, sir, that the general has resigned his command?"

"Quite true, Edwards."

"And is he going home, sir?"

"No; he will sail to aid the Duke of Savoy; at least that is the
present intention; but I should not be surprised if he is in England
ere many months are over."

"Well, sir, I should like to get my discharge and go home too; being
chucked down that pit has given me a regular sickness of campaigning
among these savages. Talk about pirates, Captain Stilwell, why, I
had rather fall among pirates any day than among these bloodthirsty
wretches. Calls themselves Christians too! The pirates wasn't
hypocrites, in that way, anyhow; they didn't bow down on their
knees before every little trumpery doll stuck up by the wayside,
and then go and cut a man's throat afterward--it was all fair
and square with them. Anyways, it don't matter to me, as I see,
whether they has King Charles or King Philip to rule over them;
I wishes him joy of the job, whichever it may be; but I don't see
no call to be risking my life in being shot, or chucked down pits,
or stabbed in my bed, for such a lot of varmint any longer. I have
served my full time, and can take my pension; besides, I have got
something like a thousand pounds stowed away in a snug hiding place
near Barcelona."

"You have, Edwards? I am glad to hear it; I had no idea you were
such a rich man,"

"It's prize money, sir, lawful earned prize money, though I don't
know between ourselves as the colonel would have approved of it;
so I stowed it away and says nothing till I gets a chance to lift
it before I set sail. It's been rather worrying me in case we should
be ordered to take ship at some other port."

"Well, but how did you get it, Edwards?"

"Well, sir, I know that I can tell you, 'cause I am sure it won't
go no further. Just afore the French came down to besiege Barcelona
I was up with the brigade at Lerida. The people were pretty much
divided up there, but the news as the French was coming to drive
us into the sea made the folks as was against us very bold. The
sentries had to be doubled at night, for lots of our men were found
stabbed, and it was dangerous to go about outside the town except
in parties. Well, sir, Sergeant Adams of ours, as smart a soldier
as ever wore pigtail, had fallen in love with the daughter of an
innkeeper at a place four miles from Lerida.

"It wasn't much of a village, but there was a big convent close by,
one of the richest in Spain, they said. The girl was fond of Adams,
and had agreed, so he told me, to cut and run when the regiment
marched away, and to be spliced to him. I rather tried to dissuade
him from the affair, for, as I pointed out, how would a Spanish
woman get on in barracks with the other sergeants' wives, specially
if she was as pretty as the whole lot put together? However, of
course, he wouldn't listen to that--no chap ever does when he's
downright in love; so he asked me one afternoon if I would go out
with him and Sergeant Saunders to the village, so that while we
were having our glass he could manage to get a few words with the
girl to arrange about her joining him, for the French were only
two or three marches away, and we might have to fall back any day.

"I didn't much like the job, for it was a risky business three of
us going so far; but he pointed out that we needn't start till it
got dark, so nobody would see us till we got to the village, and
we needn't stay there above a quarter of an hour, and could be
off before any one who meant mischief could find out that we were
alone; besides, hitherto the people there had always been friendly,
for, being just the right distance for a walk, and the wine there
being good, our fellows went over there a good deal: so the long
and short of it was we went.

"We got there all right, and walked into the wine shop as usual
and sat down and called for wine. There were half a dozen fellows
sitting there drinking. They were talking aloud when we entered,
but stopped at once as we came in, and looked as men do when you
come across them just as they are saying something as is no good
about you. We passed the word as usual, and were soon chatting with
them. They didn't seem very free and friendly, and asked several
questions about the French army, and whether we had any troops coming
up to help us hold Lerida. I said we expected five or six thousand
in a day or two, which seemed rather to take them by surprise.

"Well, presently Adams got up quietly and went out of the door,
and I knew he was going round to the back to meet his girl. I had
seen a look pass atween them when she brought in our wine. We went
on talking quiet for some time; four or five other men dropped in,
and some of them got talking together in low tones, and I began to
wish we were well out of it, and to wonder how much longer Adams was
going to be before he came back. Suddenly we heard a loud scream,
and Manola--that was the girl's name--came rushing in from
behind. 'He's killed him,' she screamed, and she fell down as if
she had been killed too. As I heard afterward, her old rascal of
a father had for some time suspected something was up between her
and Adams, and when he missed him had stolen out behind and came
upon them just as he was kissing her and saying goodby. Then he
whipped his knife out, and before Adams had time to turn round,
stabbed him in the back, and the sergeant fell dead without a word.

"Close behind the girl rushed in the innkeeper, swearing and
cursing and calling us heretics, and dogs, and robbers, and every
other bad kind of name. The men got up and began to stamp and shout,
and seeing that it was no time for argument I said to Saunders,
'We had best make a bolt of it, Bill.' So we out swords and made a
dash for the inner door, for they had closed in at the other with
their knives out. We got safely through the house. Just outside
the back door we came upon the body of Adams. We stopped a moment
and turned him over to see if he was dead, but it was all up with

"It didn't take a moment to look; but, before it was done, they were
upon us, both from behind and running round from the front of the
house. We cut and slashed for a moment and then bolted with them
at our heels. We got separated in a minute. I turned in among some
bushes and lost Saunders. I heard afterward he was killed before
he had run fifty yards. Luckily they missed me for the moment, and
I lay down among the bushes and thought it over. The whole village
was up by this time, as I could hear by the shouts; and after
thinking it over I concluded that there was no chance of my making
my way back to Lerida, and that my best plan would be to go up to
the convent and ask for shelter there. I knew well enough that once
inside I should be safe from the peasants.

"Well, I crawled along for some distance. Half a dozen times they
was nigh stumbling over me as they searched about in the gardens
and vineyards; but at last I made my way safe up to the convent and
rang at the bell. Presently the little window in the door opened,
and a monk said, 'Who is there?' I kept out of his sight and said
in Spanish: 'A fugitive who seeks sanctuary.' Thinking I was only
somebody who had stabbed three or four men in a row, the monk opened
the door. He gave an exclamation when he saw my uniform when I
entered, and would have slammed the door in my face; but I pushed
in. Then he gave a shout, and five or six other monks came running
up and set up a jabbering, and stood staring at me as if I had
been a wild beast. Then they wanted to turn me out; but I wouldn't
budge, and as I had my sword still in my hand they didn't know what
to do.

"At last some chap in authority came down. He talked to me and tried
to persuade me to leave; but I said, 'No, I claim sanctuary;' and
as they were ready to give sanctuary to the worst of murderers, I
didn't see as they could deny it to me who had committed no crime
whatever. He went away and came back again after some time, and
then told me to sheath my sword and follow him. This I did, and he
led the way to a sort of cell where there were some rushes laid on
a stone bed, and told me that I could remain there.

"Thinking it was all right I lay down and went to sleep, but was
presently woke by half a dozen monks, who were tying my hands and
feet with cords. It was no use struggling, so I lay quiet; and
when they had done, they carried me away, took me some distance,
and went down a flight of stairs; a door was unlocked, and then I
was pitched down on the ground as if I had been a log of wood. I
didn't move much that night.

"In the morning there was just enough light came through a little
slit high up in the wall to show me that I was in a place about
six feet square. It was perfectly bare, without as much as a bit
of straw to lie on. Presently two monks came in. One of them untied
the cords which fastened my hands. They placed some black bread and
a jug of water by me, and then went out again. There they kept me
for six days. At the end of that time they told me to come along
with them. I had, of course, taken the cords off my legs when I had
got my hands free, and I followed them, wondering what was to come
next. I was taken to the door of the convent, and there I saw
a party of French troopers, to whom the monks handed me over. I
mounted behind one of them, and was taken to Marshal Tesse's camp
near Lerida, and a couple of days afterward sent back to Saragossa.

"I didn't stop long in the prison there, for the next day the people
rose, turned the French from the citadel, and opened the prison
doors and let out all the prisoners. They made a good deal of me,
as I was the only Englishman there, supplied me with money and
clean clothes, and provided me with a guide and a mule to take me
by round about byroads so that I should avoid the French army. I
put my regimentals in a bag, which I carried behind me, and at last
got down to Barcelona the very day before the French arrived there.

"I found my regiment already there. I got a rare blowing up from
the colonel for having gone out from Lerida without leave; but as
he said he thought I had been punished enough already, and bore a
good character, he overlooked it, of which I was glad enough, I can
tell you, for I expected nothing less than reduction to the ranks.

"Well, after Lord Peterborough arrived with the fleet, and the
French bolted as hard as they could to France, Wyndham's brigade
went up again to Lerida. I got chatting the affair over with Jack
Thompson, who was General Wyndham's servant, and we agreed between
us that we would give those monks a fright, and perhaps get some
compensation out of them. So we got hold of four of Killigrew's
dragoons, who, when they heard what was wanted, was ready enough
for the spree. So one day when General Wyndham had gone off with
a party for the day, Thompson borrowed his hat and plumes and his
cloak, and hiding them up, went out of camp with me to a place
a quarter of a mile away, where the four troopers with two spare
horses were waiting for us. Thompson put on the general's hat and
cloak, and mounted one horse, while I got on the other, and away
we rode out to the village.

"First of all we went to the inn and seized the innkeeper. Manola
wasn't there, and I never heard what became of her--whether
her father had sent her to a convent or killed her, I don't know.
However, we held a court regular. Thompson he was the judge, and I
gave evidence as to the innkeeper having murdered poor Adams, and
Thompson sentenced him to death, and we hung him up over his door.
When we had set that job right we went to the convent and rang the
bell. They opened quick enough this time.

"'Tell the prior,' Thompson said, 'that the Earl of Peterborough
is here, and desires to see him instantly.'

"Mighty frightened the monk looked, I can tell you, as he went off
to give the message, and came back in a minute, asking Thompson to
follow him. We all dismounted. Two of the troopers stopped to look
after the horses, and the others with drawn swords followed Thompson
and me. We were shown into the prior's room, which was fit for a
prince. The prior looked mighty pale, and so did two or three other
chaps who were with him.

"'Look here,' Thompson said in an angry tone of voice, 'I am the
Earl of Peterborough, and I hear from this man, Sergeant Edwards,
of the king's regiment of grenadiers, that he was basely and
treacherously made a prisoner by you; that he was confined in an
underground cell and fed with bread and water for a week, and then
handed over to the French. Now, sir, I give you an hour to clear
out with all your gang from this convent, which I intend to destroy.
You will remain in the courtyard as prisoners. You will then be
tried for this treacherous act against one of the King of England's
guards, and all found to have had a hand in the proceeding will be

"Well, sir, yon may just guess the fright they were in. They knew
that the earl was just the sort of man to carry his threat into
execution, and they thought their last day was come. You never saw
such a set of cowardly wretches in your life. I am blessed if they
didn't go down on their knees and howl. At last Thompson began to
think he had worked them up enough, and he said stern:

"'Well, I am disposed to have mercy, and if in half an hour you pay
down the sum of five thousand pounds as a ransom for the convent
and your wretched lives I will be merciful.'

"Then there was a fresh howling. They swore by all the saints that
such a sum as five thousand pounds was never heard of. Thompson
gradually dropped his demands to three thousand; still they swore
they hadn't got it, and he said sternly to one of the troopers:

"'Ride back and fetch up the regiment which is a mile outside the

"Then there was more howling, and at last they offered to give
seven hundred pounds, which was all the money which they had in
the treasury, and to make it up in precious stones. After a deal
of haggling Thompson consented, and I believe if he had stood out
for three times as much he would have got it, for the convent was
rich in relics, and no end of precious offerings were stored away
in their chests; however, he didn't wish to push matters too far,
and in half an hour they brought the money, and a handful of diamonds
and rubies, and things they had picked out of their settings in
the vases and crucifixes and vestments, and what not.

"We didn't know if they were real or not; but Thompson told them
he should give them to a jeweler to value, and if he found they
had cheated him by giving him false stones he would come back and
hang the lot of them. So off we rode again.

"When we got back to Lerida we took two or three of the stones to
a jeweler and found that they were all right. Then we divided the
swag into three parts as we had agreed. Thompson took one, I took
another, and the other was divided among the four troopers, who
were not running such a risk as we were. I never heard anything
more about the matter, as far as I was concerned, though there
was a row. The prior heard that Peterborough had never been near
Lerida, and came over and saw General Wyndham.

"Killigrew's dragoons were paraded, but the prior couldn't spot any
of them. We had chosen four fair fellows, and they had all darkened
themselves a bit before they went. Luckily the prior did not say
anything about me. I expect he was afraid that when Wyndham heard
how I had been treated there he might have inflicted a fresh fine
on the convent; however, I was not there at the time, for I had
a touch of fever the day after the affair, and made myself out a
bit worse than I was, and so got sent down to Barcelona, where I
buried my share of the plunder four or five inches deep in a corner
of the hospital yard. As to Thompson, there wasn't any reason why
suspicion should fall upon him. Soon after I got back to my regiment
I got ill again and was left in a hospital at Cuenca, and had a
narrow escape of it this morning."

"It was a risky business," Jack said, "and it would have gone very
hard with you and Thompson if you had been found out."

"So it would, sir. I knew that; but you see, it was only right and
just those fellows should pay for their treatment of me. If I had
laid the case before General Wyndham, no doubt he would have punished
them just as severe as I did, only the fine would have gone into
the army treasury, instead of going to the right person."

"I am afraid, Edwards, that you have not got rid of those loose
notions of morality you picked up among the pirates," Jack said,

"Perhaps not, Captain Stilwell. You see, bad habits stick to a man;
but I have done with them now. When I get back to England I shall
buy a snug public house at Dover, and with that and my pension I
shall be in clover for the rest of my life."

It was not until the voyage home that Jack, after obtaining a
promise of secrecy, related to the earl the liberty which had been
taken with his name. It was just a freak after Peterborough's heart,
and he was immensely amused.

"The rascals!" he said, "they deserved hanging, every one of them;
but the story is a capital one, and I should like to have been there
myself to have seen the fright of the prior and his assistants. They
richly deserved what befell them and more for betraying sanctuary.
If it had been a scoundrel who had cut his wife's throat, and
stabbed half a dozen men, they would have refused to give him up
to the civil power, and would have stood on the rights of sanctuary
of the Church. I think they were let off very easily. Let me see,
is not that the same fellow that I exchanged into the grenadiers
at Gibraltar at your request, for his conduct in that business of
the mutiny on board your ship?"

"The same man, sir. He has led a queer life. He was a sailor
originally, and was taken by pirates and forced to join them, and
had a narrow escape of being hung when the vessel he sailed in was
captured by an English cruiser; but his life was spared, and he was
drafted into the army, and he is a willing and faithful soldier of
the queen, and really a worthy fellow."

"He is evidently an arrant old scamp, Stilwell. Still, as long as
we recruit our army as we do, we cannot look for morality as well
as bravery, and I dare say your fellow is no worse than the rest.
If you ever run against him in London you must bring him to me,
and I will hear his story from his own lips."


Upon the arrival of the Earl of Peterborough at Valencia he was
received with the profoundest sympathy and respect by the people,
who were filled with indignation at the treatment which the man whose
daring and genius had freed Catalonia and Valencia of the French had
received at the hands of their ungrateful monarch. Finding that a
portion of the fleet had been ordered to the West Indies, the earl
was obliged to abandon his project of capturing Minorca and then
carrying substantial aid to the Duke of Savoy. He, however, went
to Genoa, and there borrowed a hundred thousand pounds, which he
brought back to Valencia and sent to the king for the use of the

The cause of Charles was already well nigh desperate. Castile was
lost, and the enemy were pressing forward to recover Catalonia and
Valencia. Affairs were in the utmost state of confusion. Peterborough's
rivals having got rid of him now quarreled among themselves, or
their only bond of union was their mutual hatred of the earl.

The king himself, while he pretended to flatter him, wrote letters
behind his back to England bringing all sorts of accusations against
him, and succeeded in obtaining an order for his return. Before
leaving he implored the king and his generals to avoid a battle,
which would probably be disastrous, and to content themselves with
a defensive war until Eugene of Savoy and the Duke of Marlborough
broke the power of France elsewhere. His opinion was overruled,
and the result was the disastrous battle of Almanza, in which the
hopes of Charles of Austria of obtaining the crown of Spain were
finally crushed.

Peterborough embarked on the 14th of May on board the Resolution,
man of war, commanded by his second son Henry.

The Resolution was accompanied by two frigates, the Enterprise and
the Milford Haven. The King of Spain's envoy to the court of Savoy
also sailed in the Resolution. The earl took with him his two aides
de camp, who were both too indignant at the treatment which their
chief had received to desire to remain with the army in Spain. The
little squadron sailed first for Barcelona, where it only remained
a few hours, and then set sail for Italy.

On the fifth day at sea they fell in with a French fleet of six
men of war. Two carried eighty guns, two seventy, one sixty-eight,
and the other fifty-eight. The Resolution was a slow sailer,
and the French, who at once gave chase, gained rapidly upon her.
As resistance against such overwhelming odds seemed hopeless,
Peterborough determined to go with the Spanish envoy and the state
papers on board the Enterprise. There was little time for reflection.
A small boat was lowered, and the earl, with a hasty adieu to his
son, Jack, and Graham, descended the ship's side with the Spanish
envoy and rowed away to the Enterprise.

"We are fated to see the inside of a French prison, after all,"
Jack said to Graham.

"I don't know, Stilwell. We have both been in their hands once,
and did not stay there long. I can hardly believe that our luck's
going to desert us at last."

"I don't see much chance of our escape this time, Graham. Six
ships against one are too great odds even for English sailors. The
smallest of them carries as many guns as we do, and once a prisoner
on board a ship there is no slipping away."

"We are not prisoners yet, Jack, and I don't think that Mordaunt
will strike his flag without a struggle, though they are six to
one. He is just his father over again as far as courage goes."

"Well, I hope, anyhow, the earl will get away," Jack said. "If it
hadn't been for all those state papers he is burdened with I am
sure he would have stuck to the Resolution and fought it out. It
would be just the kind of desperate adventure to suit him. See,
he has reached the Enterprise, and she and the Milford Haven are
spreading every sail; but although they will leave us behind I
question whether they will outsail the French. They are coming up

"It will soon be dark," Graham said, "and they may be able to slip
away. You may be sure the French will attend to us first, as being
the most valuable prize."

"Well, gentlemen," Captain Mordaunt said, coming up to them, "you
are going to have a piece of new experience. I know you have been
through some apparently hopeless conflicts on land with my father,
but I don't think you have ever seen a sea fight."

"Are you going to fight them all, sir?" Jack asked.

"I am going to try," the captain said. "My orders were to go to
Leghorn, and to Leghorn I mean to go if the ship floats; but I tell
you honestly I do not think there is much chance of our getting
there. Still, as long as the ship floats, the British flag will
float over her."

"Is there anything we can do, sir?" Jack asked. "We shall be happy
to serve as volunteers in any capacity in which you think we may
be useful."

"Until it comes to boarding I fear that you cannot help," the
captain said, "except by walking about between decks and cheering
and inspiriting the men. The presence of officers looking cool and
confident among them always does good. If the enemy try to board
us you shall fight by my side."

The two fastest sailing French vessels were so close when night
fell that it was hopeless to try to evade them either by changing
the ship's course or by lowering the sails. At ten o'clock they
were less than a mile astern, one on either quarter. The ship had
long since been ready for action, and the men were now called to
the guns; but the enemy did not open fire, but could, by the night
glasses, be seen somewhat to shorten sail so as to keep about the
same distance behind the Resolution.

"Cowardly dogs," the young captain said, "they do not mean to fight
until the whole of their consorts come up. However, we ought not
to grumble, as every hour takes us so much nearer port."

He then ordered the men to lie down by the guns and get what sleep
they could until the enemy opened fire. Jack and Graham, finding
that there was nothing to be done, threw themselves into their
hammocks, and slept till five o'clock in the morning. They were
then aroused, and went on deck. The six French ships had now all
come up, and were coming on in a body.

"Good morning, gentlemen," the young captain said gayly. "We have
a fine morning for our amusement. I wish the wind would freshen
a little more so as to take this lubberly old ship faster through
the water."

At six o'clock the leading vessel of the French squadron opened
fire, and at the signal her consorts all followed her example. Some
of them were now almost abreast of the Resolution, and the iron
shower tore through her sails and cut her rigging. She answered with
a broadside from both sides, and the battle commenced in earnest.

In all the annals of British seamanship there is no more heroic
story than that of the fight between the Resolution and the six
French men of war. From six in the morning until half past three
in the afternoon she maintained the unequal contest, still keeping
on under full sail toward her port, only yawing occasionally to pour
a broadside into one or other of her foes. They were now running
along the coast, and the peasants on the distant hills must have
watched with astonishment the unequal fight as the vessels pressed
on past them. By half past three the Resolution was little more
than a wreck. Her sails were riddled with holes, many of her spars
shot away, her sides ragged and torn, and many of her crew killed,
but the remainder of the crew still fought their guns unflinchingly.

"We can do no more," Captain Mordaunt said to Jack. "The carpenter
has just reported that the mainmast is so seriously injured that
at any moment it may go over the side. It is impossible to hope
any longer to reach Leghorn, but my ship I am determined they shall
not have."

So saying, he gave orders to the first lieutenant, and the vessel's
head was suddenly turned straight toward the shore. The French,
astonished at so desperate a course, did not venture to follow her,
and the Resolution threaded her way through the dangerous reefs
till at last she brought up with a sudden crash which sent her
tottering mainmast over the side.

The French advanced cautiously until nearing the reefs, and
then opened a distant fire, which the Resolution did not return.
The captain ordered the exhausted crew from their guns, a strong
allowance of grog was served out, and after a meal the men felt
again ready for work. Jack and his companion were at dinner with
the captain, when the officer in charge of the deck reported that
the French ships were lowering their boats.

"Let the men rest as long as possible, Mr. Darwin, but when you
see the boats fairly on their way toward us beat to quarters."

A few minutes later the roll of the drums was heard. "Now, gentlemen,
we will go on deck," the captain said, "since they will not let
us alone. But if their ships could not take us I do not think that
their boats will have much chance."

Dusk was closing in when they went on deck and saw all the boats
of the six French men of war, crowded with men, rowing in a line
toward them. The captain gave the order for the men to load with
grape. As soon as the French flotilla came well within range the
word was given, and a storm of balls swept their line.

Several of the boats were sunk at once, the others paused to pick
up their comrades from the water, and then again dashed forward;
but by this time the guns were again loaded, and the hail of iron
again crashed into them. With splendid bravery the French still
advanced until close to the ship. Then Captain Mordaunt ordered
all the lower deck guns to be run in and the ports closed, and the
crew to come on deck. While some worked the upper guns, others kept
up a heavy fire of musketry upon the boats, which swarmed round
the ship.

Again and again the French made determined efforts to board, but
they were unable to climb the lofty sides of the ship. At length,
after suffering terrible loss, the French sailors gave up the attempt
and rowed sullenly off to their ships, covered by the darkness
from the English fire. Captain Mordaunt took off his cap and gave
the signal, and a hearty cheer arose from the crew. The night passed
quietly, the terribly diminished crew lay down as they stood by the
guns, in readiness to repel another attack, should it be attempted.
The next morning one of the French eighty gun ships got under way,
and, with merely a rag of canvas shown, and her boats rowing ahead
and sounding to find a channel through the reefs, gradually made
her way toward the Resolution.

"Well, gentlemen," the captain said, "I think you will agree with
me that nothing further can be done. The ship is already half full
of water, the magazine is flooded, and the whole of the powder
wetted. The ship is a wreck, and I should be only throwing away
the men's lives uselessly by attempting further resistance."

The officers thoroughly agreed, and with the greatest coolness the
captain gave his orders for the abandonment of the vessel. Although
the French man of war had now opened fire, all the wounded, the
whole of the crew, the flags, papers, and everything of value were
placed in the boats, and the vessel was then set on fire in a dozen

After superintending everything personally, and making sure that
the fire had obtained such a hold that it could not be extinguished,
Captain Mordaunt ordered the officers to descend into the boats.
Just as he was about to leave the deck himself, the last man on
board the ship, a cannon shot from the French man of war struck
him in the leg. The officers ran back and raised him from the deck.

"It might have been worse," he said cheerfully. "Now, gentlemen,
will you carry me down and place me in my gig, and then take your
boats as arranged? Be careful, as you row toward shore, to keep
the Resolution between you and the Frenchman's guns."

Everything was done steadily and in order, and the survivors of
the crew of the Resolution reached the shore without further loss.
The Resolution was now in a blaze from end to end, and by eleven
o'clock she was burned to the water's edge. Mordaunt and his crew
were kindly received by the people of the country. As the captain
himself would not be able to move for some time, Jack and Graham
said adieu to him and posted to Turin, where the earl had told them
that he should go direct from Leghorn.

They arrived before him, but twenty-four hours after they had reached
the capital of Savoy the earl arrived. He had already heard rumors
of the desperate fight between the Resolution and the enemy, and
that his son had been wounded. His aides de camp were now able to
assure him that, although serious, Captain Mordaunt's wounds were
not likely to be fatal, and Peterborough was delighted with the
narrative of the gallant achievement of his son. Shortly afterward
an imperative order for his return reaching the earl, he set out
for England through Germany with his two aides de camp. Peterborough
was suffering from illness caused by the immense exertions he had
made through the campaign, and traveled but slowly. He visited
many of the German courts, and went for a few days to the camp of
Charles of Sweden in Saxony.

After this, by special invitation, he journeyed to the camp of the
Duke of Marlborough at Genappes, where he was received with much
honor by the great commander. He presented to him his two aides de

"They have, my lord duke," he said, "been my faithful friends
throughout the whole campaign in Spain, they have shared all my
dangers, and any credit I may have gained is due in no small degree
to their zeal and activity. It is unlikely that I shall again
command an army in the field, and therefore I would recommend them
to you. They will accompany me to England, for they, too, need
a rest, after their exertions; after that I trust that they may
be sent out to fight under your orders, and I trust that you will
keep them in your eye, and will give them the advantage of your
protection and favor."

The duke promised to do so, and, after a few days' stay in the
camp, the earl with his two followers started for England, where he
arrived on the 20th of August, 1707, nearly two years to a day from
the date when he had appeared, with a force under his command, before
Barcelona. But the campaign itself, so far as he was concerned, had
lasted less than a year, as it was in August, 1706, that he rode
into Valencia, after having been deprived of his command.

In that year he exhibited military qualities which have never been
surpassed. Daring to the point of extreme rashness where there
was a possibility of success, he was prudent and cautious in the
extreme when prudence was more necessary than daring. With absurdly
insufficient means he all but conquered Spain for Charles of Austria,
and would have succeeded in doing so altogether had he not, from
first to last, been thwarted and hampered by jealousy, malignity,
stupidity, and irresolution on the part of the king, his courtiers,
and the generals who should have been the earl's assistants, but
who were his rivals, detractors, and enemies.

It must be owned that Peterborough owed this opposition in some
degree to himself. He was impatient of fools, and took no pains to
conceal his contempt and dislike for those whose intellects were
inferior to his own. His independence of spirit and eccentricity
of manner set the formal German and Spanish advisers of the king
against him, and although adored by the officers and men who served
under him, he made almost every man of rank approaching his own who
came in contact with him his personal enemy. Among the bulk of the
Spanish people of the provinces in which he warred he was beloved
as well as admired, and even to this day legends of the brilliant
and indefatigable English general are still current among the
people of Catalonia and Valencia. No man ever served the cause to
which he devoted himself with greater zeal and sincerity. He was
lavish of his own private means in its interest, and, even when his
advice and opinion were most slighted, he was ready to sacrifice
himself, his rank, and dignity to the good of the cause. Had he had
the good fortune to command an army of his own countrymen unfettered
by others, it is probable that he would have gained a renown equal
to that of the greatest commanders the world has known.

The great services which he had rendered were warmly felt
and acknowledged by the people of England on his return, and the
attempts of his enemies to undermine his reputation were confuted
by the papers which he brought back with him. For a time Peterborough
took a considerable part in politics, and his acrimony in debate
so enraged his enemies that his conduct during the war in Spain was
called into question. A debate on the subject took place. In this
he successfully defended himself from the attacks made against him,
and a formal vote of thanks to him was passed.

Some years afterward he retired altogether from public life, and
privately married Miss Anastasia Robinson, his first wife having
died many years before. Miss Robinson was a singer of the highest
repute, of the most amiable character, and kindest disposition.
There was no reason why the match should not have been publicly
acknowledged, as the lady was held in universal esteem; but, with
his usual eccentricity, the earl insisted on the marriage being
kept a secret, and did not announce it until on his death bed
in the year 1735. Lady Peterborough lived in profound retirement,
universally beloved and honored, to the age of eighty-eight.

Upon arriving in London Jack stayed for a few days with his friend
Graham, whose family lived there. The earl had told the young
officer that he would introduce them to the queen, but, on their
calling by appointment on him at his hotel on the third day after
their arrival in town, Peterborough said:

"You had best go about your own business for a time; the queen is
out of temper. The ears of ministers have been poisoned by lying
letters from my enemies in Spain, but it will all come right in
time. As you know, I have papers which will clear me of every charge
that their malignity may invent. When I am in favor again I will
let you know, and will present you to the queen and minister of
war; at any rate, you will like a rest at home before you set out
for the Netherlands, so there will be plenty of time."

The next day Jack took his place on the coach for Southampton. He
arrived there after fourteen hours' journey, and put up at a hotel
for the night. The next morning he dressed himself with greater
care than usual, and started for the well remembered shop in the
High Street. He knocked at the private door, and inquired if Mistress
Anthony were in.

"Will you say that a gentleman whom she knows wishes to speak to

Jack was shown into the parlor, and in a minute or two Mrs. Anthony
appeared, looking a little flustered at hearing that a grand looking
officer wished to see her. Jack advanced toward her with a smile.

"Why, Jack!" she exclaimed with a scream of delight, "is it you?"
and the good woman threw her arms round his neck and kissed him as
if he had been her own son.

"Of course we got your letters," she said, "telling us how you had
been made an officer and then a captain. The last letter we had
from you was from Italy; telling us about that great sea fight,
and that you were coming home, but that's eight months ago. We knew
you were with my Lord Peterborough, and we saw in the Intelligencer
about his being in Germany, and last week they said he had come
home. We were talking about you only yesterday, and wondering
whether you would come down to see us, and whether you would know
us now you had grown such a fine gentleman, and being written about
in Lord Peterborough's dispatches, and accustomed to all sorts of
grand society."

"You knew I would," Jack said; "why, where should I go if not here?
And Alice is quite well, I hope, and grown quite a woman."

"Not quite a woman yet, Jack, but getting on." She opened the door
and called Alice, and in a minute the girl ran down. Her mother
saw that she had guessed who the caller was, for she had smoothed
her hair and put on a bright ribbon which her mother had not seen
for three years, and which Jack himself had given her. She paused
a moment shyly at the door, for this young officer, in all the
glories of the staff uniform, was a very grand figure in her eyes.

"How do you do, Cousin Jack?" she said, coming forward, with a
bright color and outstretched hand.

"How are you, Cousin Alice?" Jack said, mimicking her tone; "why,
you little goose," he exclaimed, catching her in his arms and
kissing her, "you don't suppose I am going to be satisfied with
shaking your hand after being nearly three years away."

"Oh, but you are so big, Jack, and so grand, it seems different

"You are bigger than you were, Alice, but it does not seem in the
least different to me."

"Well, I thought you would be quite changed, Jack, and quite
different, now you are a captain, and famous, and all that, and
you have seen so many grand ladies in all the countries you have
traveled that--that--" And she hesitated.

"Well, go on," Jack said gravely.

"Well, then, that you would have forgotten all about me."

"Then you are a very bad little girl, Alice, and not half so good
as I thought you were, for you must have a very bad opinion of me,
indeed, if you thought all that of me."

"I don't think I quite thought so, Jack. Well, I told myself it
was only natural it should be so."

"We will argue that out presently," Jack said; "and now, where is
Mr. Anthony?"

"I will call him, Jack," Mrs. Anthony said. "You have no ill
feeling, I hope, toward him, for you know he really has been very
sorry about the part he took in getting you away, and has blamed
himself over and over again."

"I never have had," Jack said; "it has been the best thing that ever
happened to me. If I had had my own way I should still be working
before the mast instead of being a captain in the army."

Mr. Anthony was soon called in from the store. At first he was a
little awkward and shy, but Jack's heartiness soon put him at his

Jack stayed a fortnight at Southampton, and then, on the receipt
of a letter from the Earl of Peterborough, went up to town, where
he was presented to the queen and afterward to the minister of war
by the earl.

A week later he and Graham sailed for the Netherlands and joined
the army of the Duke of Marlborough, and served under that great
commander until, three years later, the war was brought to a
conclusion. They were attached to the staff of one of the generals
of division.

The duke kept his promise to the Earl of Peterborough, and kept
his eye on the young officers. Both distinguished themselves in the
hard fought battles in Belgium, and the end of the war found them
both colonels. There being no prospect of further wars the army
was greatly reduced, and Jack was retired on half pay, and as soon
as matters were arranged in London he again made his way down to
Southampton, and at once asked Mr. Anthony's permission to pay his
addresses to his daughter.

The ex mayor consented with delight, and, as Alice herself offered
no objection, matters were speedily arranged. Jack's half pay was
sufficient for them to live on comfortably, and Mr. Anthony, in
his gratification at a marriage which he considered did him great
honor, presented her with a handsome sum at her wedding, and the
young couple settled down in a pretty house a short distance out
of Southampton.

Jack was never called out again for active service, and lived in
the neighborhood of Southampton until the end of his long life,
buying a small estate there, when, at the death of Mr. Anthony,
the handsome fortune which the cloth merchant had made came to his
daughter, subject to an annuity to Mrs. Anthony, who took up her
abode for the rest of her life with her son-in-law, her daughter,
and their children. For many years Colonel Stilwell sat in parliament
as member for Southampton, and maintained a warm friendship with
his ancient commander until the death of the latter, in 1735.


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