The next day brought a marked coolness in the temperature. In preparation for the evening’s instructive entertainment, nearly all the boys spent the time in roaming through the woods, taking notes and brushing up their knowledge of birds, which were met with only in moderate numbers.
Mike Murphy told Alvin Landon and Chester Haynes of his singular experience the night before, and asked their help in solving the puzzle.
“I wish we could aid you,” replied Alvin, “but it is as much a mystery to us as it is to you. Gordon Calhoun went with us in the other canoe to the western end of the lake, where we found so romantic a spot that we ate our lunch there and did not return until after dark.”
“And ye didn’t obsarve anything of thim tramps and their dive overboord?”
“We must have been deep in the woods when that took place and, of course, we noticed nothing strange when we paddled back.”
“I’ve tried to pump Uncle , but the valves won’t work. I’m going to kaap at it till I larn the truth or break a trace.”
“Count us in to give all the help we can,” Alvin assured him.
That evening when the Boy gathered in the large room of the and disposed themselves in their free and easy fashion, a moderate fire was burning on the and all were on the tiptoe of .
“My friends,” said Uncle Elk, “I am going to ask your permission to reverse the order which I laid out last night. Most of us old persons are apt to forget that the knowledge which interests us may not be equally interesting to everyone else. Although I cut short my talk about American trees, it was still dry in some respects. Now if I should start in concerning birds you would by and by become weary. Oh, you needn’t shake your heads. I don’t forget when I was a boy myself. So I have to say nothing about our little brothers of the air until to-morrow night, when we shall consider nothing else. The time now at my disposal is to be given to the story I have in mind. If any one has an objection to make let him do so now or forever after hold his peace.”
He looked around in the bright faces as if he really expected a protest instead of a general series of smiles. Then with the prefatory remark that the which he was about to give was true in every respect, he as follows:
“The cause of American independence never looked more gloomy than in the summer and autumn of 1776. Washington with his famishing army was in the city of New York, preparing for the attack that he knew would soon be made by the British fleet and land forces. The American fortifications extended from the ferry station of Brooklyn and Gowanus Bay to Wallabout Bay (now Brooklyn Navy Yard), less than a mile and a half in length. Generals Sullivan and Stirling were in command, with five thousand equipped troops. Unfortunately that fine officer General Greene was ill with a violent fever, and the boastful Sullivan assumed charge, but Washington soon replaced him with General Putnam. By a fatal , one of the three roads over any of which the enemy could advance if it was unguarded, was left open. Through this the British soldiers rushed and drove the Americans pell-mell out of their intrenchments.
“Had Howe flung off his natural indolence, he would have captured the whole army, including Washington and his officers, but certain of soon doing so, he wished to save the lives of his men. The Americans had several hundred killed and lost a thousand prisoners, among the latter being Generals Sullivan and Stirling. The leading officers were soon exchanged, but the privates suffered horribly in the Sugar House and rotten hulks at Wallabout.
“A strange saved the army. The fleet was checked by winds, and a fog settled over Brooklyn, but did not touch the other shore. Thus hidden from sight, the Americans stole back to New York, unseen by the enemy.71
“But, as I said, the outlook could not have been more gloomy. The situation was critical to the last degree. The army was so demoralized that little discipline remained; whole companies ; the few recruits who came into camp met double their number going out; those who stayed clamored for their pay, and the money chest was as empty as an egg shell. Winter was coming on, and more than once it looked as if the army would to nothing. The fourteen thousand troops declared fit for duty were strung the whole length of Manhattan Island.
“The crisis was and Washington called a council of war September 7th, to decide whether New York should be abandoned or defended. The commander, seeing the necessity coming, had asked Congress if he should not burn the city rather than allow it to serve as the winter quarters of the . He was ordered to use special care to prevent any damage being done, because that body was sure the place would soon be recovered. The first council of war decided to stay and defend New York.
“A few days later, however, another council agreed that the only course possible was to leave the city and take position on Harlem Heights. The public stores were to be sent to Dobbs Ferry and the sick carried across to New . The main army would march and General Putnam would stay in New York with four thousand troops. If he found his position untenable, he was to follow Washington.
“At this council the commander-in-chief said:
“‘I know absolutely nothing of the intentions of the enemy. Two ships-of-war have gone up the East River and others will follow. Their troops are active everywhere, but I cannot even guess what they mean to do. Until I have knowledge on that point, I am helpless.’
“In his , Washington wrote to General Heath at Kingsbridge, him and General Clinton to aid in securing the indispensable information. He told them to spare no expense or pains, adding that not since the beginning of the war had he been so uneasy.
“Shortly after, Washington called his officers together again. He told them he was still without the least knowledge of the plans of the enemy. Only one recourse remained to him:—that was to send a spy into the British lines in quest of the information. Such a man must be clear-headed, cool, tactful, a good draughtsman and of undaunted courage. He appealed to -Colonel Knowlton (soon to die the death of a patriot) to find him the person. Knowlton laid the request before a conference of his officers, and asked whether any one was willing to volunteer.
“A spy is very different from a and in the eyes of most people is the most of creatures, for the essence of his duty is treachery. To succeed he must play the hypocrite and betray confidence at every turn. In such scorn is a spy held by nations that he is not permitted to die the death of a soldier, but is hanged like the worst of .
“The request of Knowlton was succeeded by an indignant . The bronzed faces flushed as if under the sting of an insult, and the officers dared not trust 74themselves to reply. In the midst of the strained silence, a clear voice spoke:
“‘I will go!’
“Every eye was turned in on the speaker. He was a young man of figure and handsome face, whose paleness was due to a severe illness from which he was hardly yet recovered. He wore the uniform of a captain, and in the whole army there was not a braver or more beloved officer than he. His words caused a painful shock to his comrades, who, believing a disgraceful death was certain to follow his mad attempt, closed around him and protested in the most forceful language at their command. To all their appeals he smiled and shook his head.
“‘Gentlemen, it is useless. I am touched by your friendship, but all the arguments you bring forward have already been considered by me. A spy is looked upon with , but the necessity of one’s country makes every kind of service honorable. I am not seeking or reward. I go to serve our cause, for which I am ready at any time to give my life.’
“It was not the words alone, but their 75emphasis which silenced his comrades. They saw it was useless to appeal to one whose and burned through his entire being, and inspired every thought, word and deed.
“And who was the young officer who thus took his life in his hands that he might serve the cause of liberty?
“He was Captain Nathan Hale, born in Connecticut, in 1755, the sixth child among twelve, of the strictest Puritan parents. His mental and athletic gifts were wonderful. None of his playmates could approach him in running, leaping, swimming, throwing, wrestling and the of strength and so much admired by all American youths. Many a time he would place a row of empty barrels beside one another and with little effort spring out of one into the other until he had completed the series. beside a fence whose top rail touched his chin, he would rest one hand lightly on it and over as easily as a deer. One day, while a student at Yale, in a contest with his friends, he made so a leap that the bounds were carefully marked and preserved for years, 76the and despair of all subsequent students.
“But, extraordinary as was Nathan Hale’s athletic skill, his mental powers were more brilliant, while his social qualities made him a favorite with all. His , unfailing good nature and readiness to help others, no matter whom, the remark: ‘Every man, woman and child who knew him were his friends and among them not one was ever an enemy.’
“He entered Yale College when fifteen years old and was graduated in due course with the highest honors. This fact his scholarship and ability. He was easily the most popular student, not only with his classmates, but with the tutors and the of the college and the best families in New .
“Hale left college in 1773 and engaged in teaching. In 1774, he was made preceptor in the union Grammar School at New London. The building is carefully preserved and is well worth a visit. The institution was of a high order, and its students were not only grounded in an English education, but were prepared 77for college. Hale was its first preceptor, and his success was pronounced from the beginning. Boys like you have admired and always will admire physical prowess, and there was never one among them all who could approach their in that respect. What a star football player he would have made in these later days! Added to this ability, his mental and social gifts and his profound religious nature explain his marked success among the youth of New London.
“On the 21st of April, 1775, a rider dashed into the little town upon his horse and shouted the news of Lexington and . Pausing only long enough to rest his panting steed and to snatch a bit of food, he thundered away for New York with his tidings.
“Instantly New London flamed with excitement. The bells were rung and a ‘town meeting,’ the inalienable recourse of all New Englanders, was called at the court house for early candle light. Seemingly the whole town crowded . There were burning speeches and Hale’s was the most impassioned of all.
“The talking being over, he wrote down his name as a volunteer. Others caught the and elbowed one another in their eagerness to be among the first to . The next morning, when the boys came together at the call of the school bell, their teacher offered up an earnest prayer for the success of the great struggle that had opened, commended his pupils to the care of their Heavenly Father, shook the hands of each lad in turn, uttered a few words of advice, and set out for Cambridge. Some time later, he came back to New London and resumed his duties in the school.
“The young patriot, however, could not remain idle so long as his beloved country needed her sons. He as a lieutenant in Colonel Charles Webb’s , which had been raised by order of the General Assembly of Connecticut for home and, if needed, for national protection. In September, the regiment marched to Cambridge and took part in the siege of Boston. Upon the departure of the British for Halifax, the American army went to New York. Some months later, when the team of his company’s expired, 79Hale offered to give the men his month’s pay if they would stay a little while longer.
“The had been in New York but a short time when Hale became the hero of a daring exploit. A British supply lay in the East River under the protection of a of sixty-four guns. He obtained permission to attempt the capture of the . Selecting a few men as brave as himself, they stepped into a whale boat, rowed silently out late at night and drew up beside the vessel undetected by the watch. Like so many , the boarders climbed over the side, seized the sentinel, fastened the crew below the hatches, lifted anchor and took the prize into Coenties Slip, without raising the slightest alarm. Day was breaking when Hale, holding the helm, was recognized by his friends, who received him with hurrahs. For once at least his comrades enjoyed a ‘square meal.’
“In May, 1776, he became captain of a company of Continental attached to Lieutenant-Colonel Knowlton’s regiment, called ‘Congress’ Own.’ The young officer’s company was the best drilled and 80disciplined of all. Little is known of his actions during those eventful days, but it cannot be doubted that he did his duty well. Illness kept him in New York at the time the British invaded Long Island, and still weak and pale, he joined the troops who retreated toward Harlem Heights early in September.
“This brings me back to the day when Lieutenant-Colonel Knowlton walked into the quarters of General Washington and introduced Captain Hale as the officer who had volunteered to serve him as a spy. The commander looked admiringly into the blue eyes of the handsome young athlete and took his hand. The great man was moved and feelingly thanked him for the inestimable service he hoped he would render his country. He saw without questioning that Hale was the ideal actor for so a rôle. He gave him minute instructions, with a written order to the owners of all American in Long Island Sound to take him to any point on Long Island where he might wish to go.
“Captain Hale left camp the same evening. He took with him Stephen Hempstead, a member of his company, who was to the officer, and a servant, Ansel Wright. They had to walk fifty miles to Norwalk before they found a safe place to cross the Sound, because of the British cruisers that were ever moving to and fro. At this place, Hale took off his regimentals and donned a brown cloth suit and a broad-brimmed hat. He assumed the character of a Quaker school teacher, who had wearied of the society of the rebels in New York and had started out to find a situation among more congenial folk.
“The captain instructed his companions to wait at Norwalk until the 20th, upon which day he expected to come back. They were to send a boat for him on that morning. He left with them his uniform, his commission and all other papers that might betray his identity. He crossed the Sound in a sloop and went on the point of Great Neck in Huntingdon Bay, being rowed thither in a yawl. He landed near a place called ‘The Cedars,’ not far from a kept by a widow named Chichester. She was a spiteful Tory and the inn was a lounging place for those of her 82neighbors who were of the same mind. In the gray light of early morning Hale walked past without being noticed. A mile beyond, he stopped at the farm house of William Johnson, and obtained breakfast and a bed for several hours’ rest. Thence he went directly into the nearest British lines, where he was received without suspicion. He was gone for about two weeks, but what he did, where he went, what adventures befell him and the various means he used to escape detection can never be known. It is certain that he visited all the enemy’s encampments near Brooklyn and twice passed their lines. He made drawings and notes of what he saw and learned; he went from Brooklyn, then only a ferry station, to New York City, which the British captured after his departure, and was equally thorough in every place. The drawings and , the latter written in Latin, were hidden under the loose inner soles of his shoes.
“Having finished his work in New York, Hale recrossed to Brooklyn and threaded his way through the lines to Huntingdon. By this time he felt so secure in his disguise that he entered without the tavern of Widow Chichester and sat down among a group of loungers, with whom he talked in his character of a Quaker school teacher. He was happy over the thought that his dangerous work was over and the important knowledge he had gained would soon be in the hands of General Washington.
“Among the strangers in the place was one whose face seemed familiar to Hale, but he could not recall where he had ever met the man. He decided that the resemblance was one of those accidental ones that are occasionally seen, and he gave the matter no further thought. By and by the fellow, who silently studied the beaming young Quaker, slipped out of doors and did not return.
“Ah, why did Hale fail to see the meaning of all this? After escaping so many , why did he not continue alert and suspicious until safe within his own lines? Sad to say, not a single entered his thoughts, and after awhile he bade the company good night and went to his room.
“The next morning at dawn he walked to the bay to meet the boat that was to come for him. With a thrill of delighted expectancy, he saw a craft containing several men approaching. He sprang lightly down the bank and then suddenly stopped in . The boat was filled with British marines under command of an officer!
“He whirled about to flee. Had he discovered his sooner and gained a few minutes’ start, no pursuer could have overtaken him. But six were leveled, and he was ordered to surrender under threat of instant death. He paused, came down the bank again and stepped into the boat, which was rowed out to the British ship Halifax. There he was searched and the fatal papers were found on him.
“The tradition is that the man in the tavern who betrayed Hale was a distant Tory relative who recognized him as soon as he entered the place. Upon leaving the inn, he went to a British officer in Huntingdon Bay with the news.
“Captain Hale was taken to New York on the 21st and brought before Lord Howe, who read the documents that had been captured with the prisoner. It was 85useless to try to the truth and Hale denied nothing. He said he wished no court-martial and was ready to meet his fate.
“Howe was naturally a kind-hearted man, but just then he was greatly irritated over a fire which had destroyed several hundred houses in New York, and which he believed had been started by the Americans to prevent his use of them. He Hale to be hanged at daylight the next morning and placed him in the of William Cunningham, Provost Marshal and one of the most that ever lived. It is some to know that this was hanged himself some years later for scores of confessed murders to which he had been accessory. He thrust Hale into a prison cell, and would not have unpinioned him except for the intercession of a British officer. When the prisoner asked for the presence of a chaplain, it was refused with curses, as was his request for a Bible. The same friendly officer obtained permission for Hale to write letters to his mother, sisters and the girl to whom he was . The missives 86were handed to Cunningham to be forwarded. With a leer he read each and then tore them up and flung the fragments on the floor. Hale looked scornfully at him but did not speak.
“The next morning he was led to the , which was the limb of an apple tree, exactly where is not known. In accordance with the military custom of those days, a ladder was placed under the branch. The prisoner climbed two or three rounds, when at a signal the support was turned and he was left in the air. A moment before, he had looked down in the faces of the hushed spectators and uttered his last noble words:
“‘I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country!’
“No one knows where the was buried. On November 25, 1893, a statue to his memory was unveiled in City Hall Park, in the presence of a vast assemblage and amid impressive ceremonies.”