Part 24 (1/2)
THE next day the servants were gathered on the lawn and presented with the parting gifts procured for them by the ladies and little girls, which they received with many thanks and demonstrations of delight. But the following morning, when the time of parting had really come, there were some tears shed by the old retainers, yet they were greatly cheered by the a.s.surances of their loved mistress, her father, and Captain Raymond, that in all probability it would not be very long before the family would be there again for a season.
The feelings of the departing ones were of a mingled character--regret at leaving lovely Viamede, and joy in the prospect of soon being again in their own sweet homes farther north.
The weather was delightful, light fleecy clouds tempering the heat of the sun; the fields and plantations clothed in the richest verdure of spring; the air filled with the perfume of flowers and vocal with the songs of birds; then on reaching Bayou Teche they found their own yacht, the _Dolphin_, awaiting them.
The young folks of the party greeted her with a clapping of hands and many another demonstration of delight, and soon all were on board, and she was steaming out through the bay, into the Gulf beyond, her pa.s.sengers, from Grandpa Dinsmore down to baby Ned, grouped together on deck underneath an awning.
”We are in the Gulf now, aren't we, sir?” asked Walter at length, addressing the captain.
”Yes, my boy,” was the pleasant toned reply; ”and are there any places along its coast that you or any of the others would particularly like to see?”
”Oh, yes, sir; yes, indeed!” exclaimed Walter with enthusiasm. ”I for one would like greatly to see Mobile Bay with its fort. Morgan is the name?”
”Yes; Fort Morgan is at the extremity of Mobile Point, where Fort Bowyer stood in the War of 1812-14. You remember what happened there at that time?”
”It was attacked by the British, wasn't it, sir?”
”Yes; in September, 1814, by a British squadron of two brigs and two sloops of war, aided by a land force of one hundred and thirty marines and six hundred Indians, led by Captain Woodbine, who had been trying to drill them at Pensacola.
”Florida did not belong to us at that time; the Spaniards had made a settlement at Pensacola in 1696, were still there at the time of our last war with England, and favored the British, who there, as well as in other parts of Florida, organized expeditions against the United States, the Spanish governor, though professing neutrality, evidently siding with and giving them aid and comfort.”
”And when then did we get possession of Florida, sir?” asked Walter.
”In July of 1821,” answered the captain.
”Didn't Jackson capture Pensacola at one time during that war with England, Captain?” asked Evelyn.
”Yes; in the attack about which Walter was just asking, before Lafitte forwarded to New Orleans those doc.u.ments showing how the British were trying to get him into their service, Jackson had perceived that the Spaniards were, as I have said, secretly siding with the British, and now, with the positive proof furnished by those papers before him, he squarely accused Manrequez, the Spanish governor at Pensacola, of bad faith.
”Then followed a spicy correspondence, which Jackson closed by writing to the governor, 'In future I beg you to withhold your insulting charges against my government for one more inclined to listen to slander than I am; nor consider me any more a diplomatic character unless so proclaimed from the mouth of my cannon.'
”Then he set to work to raise troops, and in a very short time had two thousand st.u.r.dy young Tennesseeans ready for the field.
”But before these reached Mobile, hostilities had begun. Jackson himself went there early in August, and on his arrival perceived that an attempt would be made by the British to seize it as soon as their talked of great expedition should be ready to move.
”Fort Bowyer was but a small and weak fortification; had no bomb-proofs, and but twenty guns, only two of them larger than twelve pounders, some still smaller in size.
”Yet small and weak as was the fort, it was the chief defence of Mobile; so Jackson threw into it a hundred and thirty of his Second Regular Infantry, under Major William Lawrence, who was as gallant an officer as any in the service.
”Lawrence at once made every preparation in his power to resist the expected attack. But before he could complete his work, on the morning of the 12th of September, the British Lieutenant-colonel Nichols appeared on the peninsula back of the fort, with, as I have said, his marines and Indians, the latter under the command of Captain Woodbine, who had been drilling them at Pensacola.
”Later in the evening of the same day the four British vessels of which I spoke appeared in sight, and anch.o.r.ed within six miles of Mobile Point. They were a part of a squadron of nine vessels in Pensacola Bay, under the command of Captain Percy.
”Our little garrison slept upon their arms that night. The next morning Nichols caused a howitzer to be dragged to a sheltered point within seven hundred yards of the fort, and threw some sh.e.l.ls and solid shot from it, but without doing much damage.”
”And our fellows fired back at him, of course?” exclaimed Walter excitedly.
”Yes, but their fire was equally harmless; but later in the day Lawrence's guns quickly dispersed some of Percy's men who were attempting to cast up intrenchments, and in the same way several light boats, whose men were engaged in sounding the channel nearest the fort.
”The next day was occupied in very much the same way, but on the third the garrison perceived that an a.s.sault was to be made from both land and water. At two o'clock the vessels were seen approaching, and Lawrence called a council of officers.