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George Washington at Fort Necessity!" At the boarding house, he lifted down his passenger; from the trap he uncorded the boxes that held the suspender buttons and the patches and the cloth for the shirts. Their owner hovered near him. "They're nailed up tight," she whispered; "but I wish 1 could get you some cookies with coriander and dill seeds. I feel as I wish people would feel to my son." The driver suddenly turned from her, then as suddenly turned again. " Your son would do this," he said unsteadily. Bending, he pressed his lips to her forehead. At the Divide Patterson stumbled up the trail to the cabin. There was a shrill welcoming cry as he opened the door, and the scurry of tiny feet. He stooped, and a pulsing bunch of feathers pressed against his hand. Mechanically he picked it up. Hours later, peering through the window would have found a man whose face was chiseled by a puri>ose i-:- n i j i as stern as ins i\cvuhuiuiicii v & iiau uccn when he fought against the Lilies of France. "Wake up, Arabelle!" he said. "First we must catch some flies for your breakfast." It was close on stage time when Patterson entered the store. He deposited the big pan on the counter, laid a ten dollar bill beside it, and tapped the bulging breast of his coat. 44 Ti'rt A wnKolla " V->o coifl " Vaii '11 V\?? rrnrv/l +r? 11 a maubllb, 14*.. oaiu. X WU 11 CUUU LU her and pet her sometimes? She's sort of used to it." The clerk was mystified, but he nodded. The stage ran light. At Fishers Gulch the dull topaz eye of the Doaraing nouse blinked at the approaching coach, but only the pro- ^*.*1 against a dome of W0*, sullen j?T son was merely a figurehead. He sat staring at the lurid HOW INDE DID a lie and nine blank cartridges win independence for America? Everyone knows how our little difficulty with King George terminated, but some of the details have been forgotten. The war ended at Yorktown. It was there, on October 19, 1781, that Cornwallis surrendered to Washington. After ravaging Virginia to the extent of about * :ii; 1 i,? v^-r ten million uuiiaia, lie iiau iui uncu en. x wi ivtown. Lafayette's little army of three thousand was useless against Cornwallis' seven thousand, but when the enemy invaded Yorktown and a French fleet sailed into Chesapeake Bay, the French General was quick to perceive that the British General had trapped himself. This information was quickly despatched to General Washington. He brought V*it? opmtr inf\Tirmnii inrl tVia A mori/?'jn ortn ftf jiio cii in v xki auu liiv. iiiuviiv.au ui iuj vi. sixteen thousand began the siege that finally resulted in the surrender of Cornwallis. These are the facts known to every school child; but in presenting the affirmative side of the question it is necessary to produce a few circumstances that are more or less obscure. Why He Surrendered ' | 'WO things, in addition to the presence of the American army before Yorktown, brought about the surrender of Cornwallis. One was a lie; not a 1 i. ? i * .. x _ j r _ ii. . ___ _ r spoKen lie, out a ne enaciea ior xne purpose 01 deceiving General Clinton. The other was nine blank cartridges fired at Port Orange, St. Eustatius, Dutch West Indies. The lie enters in this manner: While General Washington and General Lafayette were holding Cornwallis in Yorktown, General Clinton, with til irVi Qiir? tUniiL'in (1 Untied CAlrlmro woe linlrlinnr on I.t^un.v.1 L niwuJiiiiu M-ri IIIOIJ. ijuiuiv-io, ?> ao iiuiuui^ an imaginary army out of New York. George Washington created that imaginary army by pretending to be gathering a force for an attack on New York. He carried the deception to such an extent that ovens, for the purpose of baking bread for the American force, were erected under Clinton's nose. Clinton, deceived by Washington into the belief that New York was to be attacked, stayed to meet it, instead ot going to Lornwaius s assistance. v\ ltn his eighteen thousand men pecking at their backs and Cornwallis's seven thousand in front, Washington and Lafayette must have been defeated. Thus a well enacted lie fooled Clinton, and thereby contributed to the American victory at Yorktown. But for the presence of Admiral de Grasse's French fleet in the mouth of Chesapeake Bay, Cornwallis could have escaped by sen. The presence of sky, his mind numbed to the present and dwelling again in the past. Once more he was a little boy being scolded for stealing cookies?little cookies, spicy with coriander and dill. Again it was twilight, a Sunday twilight full of the scent of apple bloom. His mother was on the old home porch, and it was story time. The story?he remembered it distinctly. She told how Washington made an alliance with Half King and whipped the French; how he built some rude defenses and called them Fort Necessity; and how Vipr nvvn trrpnt-trrMnrlfAthrr. stanrh tn thp lact wac killed. Patterson felt the thrill to his marrow. The team, rounding the summit, came to a sudden stop. The driver lurched forward, the glare from the canon blinding him. The road stretched copper colored to the river; beyond, fire demons gorged. Wind, spark sown, scorched his face; the air vibrated with the downward rush of blazing trees and the crash as they struck. He tumbled tor his watch. Briers lay over the next crest, and the valley coach left in less than two hours! Twenty yards from the river Patterson swung into a clump of tamarack. In the weird light the water frothed like a torrent of beaten egg; it was too wide for the fire to cross. He fastened the team and cut the apron from the stage, securing it over his shoulders. TV?n ?-?c* lin uliiorrn/l I n 1 f lirvf < f i uc iivu lit piuiigv/u iii ib v? aa nut, ti ittiiicu with life?wood rats, rabbits, toads, swimming in democracy. A bird flapped blindly against hi,s face; the opposite bank swarmed with frightened, escaping animals. With Patterson one thought was uppermost: he had been a traitor to his blood, to all that was best in himself, but it was not too late to make amends?in a measure. A giant torch of pine crashed across the road. *'3|^B s - ilL" " PENDENCE ^ TUr "R T7XT WTXT QT HW xj y uuii i 11 uij w v* the French fleet was the result of the nine blank cartridges fired at St. Eustatius. If you will take your atlas and look among the many little islands scattered over the Atlantic Ocean to the southeast of Porto Rico, you will find the isiauu ui vjw. vmiaiupuci. xucaoui^ u>uvc iiiuca in a northeasterly direction from St. Christopher, using the scale in the corner cf the map, and you may find a little speck of an island. It is so small and insignificant that it does not appear on all maps, and it is just probable that you will not find it. This little speck is the island of St. Eustatius. Over the ramparts of its little fort, from which tiny cannon of ancient type point seaward, there floats the tricolor of Holland, fluttering lazily in the breeze. Beneath the muzzles of these toy engines ~ +u~ A: Ul Well 11C3 cl 3|JC(-MCU Willi IliC UlMIlillUlCU remains of many stone houses, and a harbor from which trade has long since vanished. Forgotten and ignored, little St. Eustatius sleeps, peacefully dreaming of its eventful past when it played an important part in the world's history. Only Memories Are Left TPO-DAY only the memories surrounding the ruined estates nestling lonely among the volcanic hills are left; but it was not thus a century and a quarter ago. Then the little fort was alive with the soldiers of the tiny Dutch colony. The guns that pointed seaward were not toys but modern pieces of ordnance, arui they looked out upon a roadstead crowded with shipping. Holland was a neutral nation, and St. Eustatius was the trading point between America and that x . . _ i_ 1 r . . . country, nmencan vessels maae irequent trips to the little island, taking on cargoes of powder and bullets brought from Holland in Dutch merchantmen. These war munitions went to supply Washington's army, and in exchange good old Virginia tobacco went to Holland in the same Dutch bottoms. Great Britain could not interfere, because the cargoes were consigned to a Dutch colony, and the tobacco for bullet trade went merrily on. une aav in AovemDer a great crisis arose, ine Andrea Doria sailed into the roadstead of Port Orange. Eleven puffs of white smoke spurted from its guns, and eleven peals of gun thunder rumbled in from the sea. The flag of Holland had been Patterson dodged and swerved into the underbrush. Smoke burned his eyes, his lungs; his breath came in gasps. His shoe soles warped, cracked with the heat; then he went dizzy. After that, the crackle of flames became to him the fire of artillery; the timber land was a battle field, and he was a soldier under Washington. H : was marching with a message to Briers. The stage ;ipron slipped lrom his shoulders. Something stune his forehead. He put up his hand, and a lock of singed hair fell into his palm. He stared at it and laughed, still marching. In the whine of burning brush he heard the call of Arabelle. A hundred yards below the summit line the fire had burned itself out. Trunks of tamaracks, grotesque, ghastly, rose still smoking out of a black bed. Here and there a heap of pale ashes stood for a pine. 10 tne distorted lancy 01 tne man tne place was a desert piled with hearts?hoys' hearts. Some were broken and some were hard, and only a few were white. His would be white at Briers! He kept marching. T* 1 1 P . 1 1? 1 1 1 i ne ariver or tne vaney coacn coraea some luggage on the trap. "There's not a team in the State that could pull through a blaze like that," he said, nodding toward the red sky beyond the summit, "and Patterson's not such a fool as to try it." The sheriff shoved a whip of a boy in handcuffs into the coach. " No," he answered, " Patterson's nobody's fool, though the camp did use to think him a bit weak in the capital. Gods!" He stopped, staring ahead ol him. The tattered figure of a man, a blistered face and a pair of eyes unnaturally bright, were visible in the E~~"?^ graying dawn. They approached. t\ Patterson made if ~ flK 7 a ^e'nt at a military N |jA i$- salute. ''General ajfTTT^Li wf Washington sent me like that.'' VAS WON saluted by a cruiser commissioned by the Continental Con cress. All tyt f turned toward the fort. Would Governor de GraafF answer the salute? To do so meant that Holland recognized the United Colonies as an independent nation. Not to do so meant to offend their best customer. If ever a Dutchman was in a predicament, Governor de Graaff was. The expectant populace became impatient as the moments araggea. rinaay a pun or smoke Durst over the ramparts of Fort Orange, and then another and another?four, five, six. The little battery was hidden behind the dense pall of smoke, and only the flash of powder was seen. Seven, eight, nine?and then silence. The salute had been answered, but not gun for gun. For four long, bloody years that salute rankled in British hearts. Trade between the Americans and Dutch continued to flourish and grow, until T? 1 I 1 J r-.i- J : i, 1 XIr J1 J i^u^iiinu uiuiu oictiKi il iiu longer. v\ ar was cieciarea on Holland. Importance of St. Eustatius "THE British fleet under Admiral Rodney was then at the islandof Barbados keeping an eye on Admiral de Grasse's French fleet, which was forming at the islandof Martinique for the purpose of assisting the struggling Colonists. Orders were immediately sent to Admiral Koaney to capture st. isustauus, whose Governor had rubbed the Lion's fur the wrong way. He sailed to an easy victory, but tarried too long at St. Eustatius to superintend the disposal of the booty. While he tarried Admiral de Grasse slipped away and appeared in Chesapeake Bay in time to cut off Cornwallis's retreat and prevent reinforcements reaching him. That is the part the nine Vilantr rartriHcrps nlnvpH in t.lie strmrcrl#* for Ampriran independence. The argument is this: If Washington had not deceived Clinton, the Colonial army would have been caught in its own trap, and if de Grasse had not blocked the entrance to Chesapeake Bay, Cornwallis could have escaped. To reason from effect to cause; de Grasse did block the entrance to Chesapeake Bay, because Rodney was at St. Eustatius, and Rodney was at St. Eustatius because the little Dutch colony had answered the salute of an American cruiser. As for the lie, that is a question of ethics: but the nine blank cartridges?the people of St. Eustatius firmly believe they caused Great Britain to lose an empire. What you will believe depends entirely upon the way you look at the facts.