Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1846-10-31
tFor the Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
T|HEATTACK ON QUE
Bee.
Il was The last day Of the reat 177h.

1gfidhr. on the awful ellis ut Abraham,
in the darkness Of Tho daybrsak. while the
leatph sky glgoms above, q band Of brave
men are gathered YES, while tie British
are bandaettibg In Quebee here, Oh this
tremendous rock, in silent array, stand the
Heroes Of the Wilderness, joifed with
their brothers, the Contihentals from
Montreal.
That little army Of one thousand have
determined 10 attack the Gibraltar Bf A
rueriea, with it's rocks. its Qualifications, it
two thousand british soldisrs.-uate, on
the very rock whore, sixteen years
ago, M8ntealm and Wolfe poured fourth
| their blood, now are gathered d band Of
brave men, who are Seen In ths darkness
Of this battf,~ extending like dim shadow
forms. around two figures, standing alone
In The centre Of The host.
II Is silent, and sad az death. The roar.
ing of the ct. Lawrence alone IL heard.
| Above the ltaden sfy. argthd The roBt
extending like q plaih-yonder, far through
The gloom. n misty light struggles into the
sky. That light CLEANS from The fresides
Of Quebec.
Uho Are these, that stand side by side
in the centre Of the band 7
That muscular form, with a hunting
shirt, thrown over his breast, that form
standing there. with folded arms and head
dropped low, while the eye g|ares out from
beneath the tanning brow, thai Is the Pat
tiUt Hero 0fthe Wilderness, Benedict Ar.
mold.
by his side stands q graceful form, with
strength and beauty mingled in liz ont.
lines, clad IN the uniform Of Il Genstal,
while that chivalf6tts c6untetanct, with
It's eyes Of summer blue. turns anziously
from face to face. In that form, you be.
hold the doomed MerFebMgRY. EIe has
come fron Montreal; he has Joined his lit
lie band with the Iron Men Of Benedict Ar.
mold.
Who arc these that gather round, with
hunting shirt and rife and knife Who
ATE These with fir caps upon steh brow,
m0teasins tpeu each fool, who arc these
wild mon, that now await tbs sighat.wor,I7
You may know them hY thrif lrtdef, Who,
with bis form 5ftrt, stands leaning on bis
rihs-fha bfl4e DAafrb HoHaAu,
The daytfeaE wears o1s fhe sky grows
The an9# iaHtua 70 fall.
Arnold turns to his bt6thfrs n arms.
They clasp nae1 o.bafbY The baud. Their
ijps move but ym1 hear 40 sound.
"AfHobdi" whispers Montgomery, II
viii lead ny Division aIe1t the 81. Law.
tcnee. pHiaf the rocks Of Cape Diamond.
! vii mtei you IN the centre Of QuebeG-
" die r.
Montgomery, | will attack the barrier
the opposite side. There Is my hand !
will meet you yonisr -yondsr in the cen.
Ire Of Quebec, Or perish -
II Il an oath ! tta word Is given. Look
Ihers, and behold 05@ two divisions, sepa.
over The rocks this, with Moonfg.
towards tbs ST. Lawrence, that, with
Arnold and Morgan, towards tho NJ.
Charles.
All is still. The rocks grow whits with
snow.-All IL still and dark, but grim sba-
lows are moving on every side.
Silence along tha lines. Not II word on The
peril ofyour llvesl Do yor behold this mar.
+ow pass, leading 10 the first, barrier yob.
der7 Tfhut barrier, grim with cannon, com.
every inch oftbe pass. On ono side,
the st. Charles hrhps up its rocks Of ice;
on the other, arc piled The rocks Of granite.
Silence along the linesI The night is
dark, the WY Is difficult, but Quebec IL
Soldier. beware oftbose piles Of
roGk--a single misplaced fotstep may n.
rouse the sleeping soldier on yondcr bar.
rier. If he awake, we are Lost
On, hrave band, on with stealtby foot
step and rifle TO each shoulder; on, men Of
he wilderness, in your shirts Of blue and
life.
Al the head Of the column, with his
sword cleaning through the night,
Benedict Arnold silently advances.
Then q single cannon, mounted on .
lied, and dragged forward, by stout arms.
Last ofaIl, Daniel Morgan with the re
Of the Wilderness.
In this order along the narrow pass, with
.ce on one side aud rocks on the other, tho
leto-band advance. The pass grows mar
'ower-the battery nearer. Arnold can
count the cannon-nay, tho soldiers
who afe watching there's Terrible sus.
,ensel Every breath Is hushcd-stout '
hearts uow swell within the manly chest.
Lips compressed, eyes glazing, rifles
,lenched-the Iron Men move softly on.
Arnold silently turns to his men.