The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1847-08-06
Arnold at Beanlis' HEIGHTS,
by T. J. HEADLY.

by T. J. HEADLY.
Gates took Arnold's division from
him and gave it to Gen. Lincoln, so
that when the second battle of the
7,h Of October occurred, he, the
best and the bravest and the most
successful general in the army, was
without a command. This outrage
was enough to madden a less stormy
nature than his, and he Immediately
demanded a passport to Washington.
1t was granted /; but on second
though he concluded it would have
an ugly look to leave the army on
the eve of an important engagement,
and resolved to remain. He was in
the camp when the cannonading Of
the 18th Of October commenced, and
listened, one may guess with what
feelings, TO the roar of battle, which
was ever music to his stormy nature.
As the thunder of artillery shook the
ground on which he stood, followed
by the sharp rattle of musketry, his
patience and excitement could be no
longer restrained. He walked about
in the greatest agitation-now paus-
ing to listen to the din Of war, and
now watching the fercely ascending
volumes of smoke that told where
the fight was raging. All! who can
tell what gloomy thoughts and fierce
purposes of revenge were then and
there born on his maddened soul
it is terrible to drive the brave to
despair. The hero of Quebec, Cham
plain, and RidgefeId, to whom the
headlong charge and perious march
were delight, who painted like a
war-horsc for the conflict, was here
doomed, by an Inefficient command
or, to remain inactive. lis brave
followers were rushing on death
without him, and sudden resolves
and overwhelming emotions kept up
such tunult in his bosom, that his
excitement at length amounted al
most to madness.
Unable longer TO restrain his i'm
pulses, he called, like the helpless
Augcreau, for his horse. Naulting
to the saddle, he rode awhile around
the camp in tempest OF passion,
At length a heavy explosion of artil-
lery, making the earth tremble be-
meath him, burst on lis ear. He
paused moment and leaned over
his stHdIe-bow, then pIunging lis
rowcIS up to the gatlS III lis horse,
launched Ike a taundcrbo!t away.
re was mounted on a beautiful dark
Spanish mare, named Warren, after
the hero of Bunker Hill, worthy
such rider, and which bore him
like the wind into the battle.
1t twas told to Gates that Arnold
had gone to the field and he imme-
diately sent Col Armstrong after
him. But Arnold expecting this,
and determining not 10 be called
back as he had been done before,
spurred turi0uSly amid the ranks,
and as the former approached him,
galloped into the vollies, and thus
the chase was kept up for half an
hour, until at length Armstrong
gave it up, ana the fierce chieitain
had it all his own way. Goaded by
rage and disappointment almost to
insanity, he evidently was resolved
TO throw away his life, and end at
once lis troubles and lis career
Where the shot flew thickest, there
that black steGd WAS seen Tlunging
Though the smoke, and where death
redped down the brave fastest, there
his shout was heard, ringing oyer
the din and tumult. lie was~no
longer the cool and skillful officer,
but the headlong warrior, reckless
Of Tie. lis splendid horse was
hcckcd with foam, and it seemed
that his rider could long
survive amid the fire through which
he so wildly galloped. Some of the
officers thought him intoxicated, so
furious and vehement were his
movements, and so thrilling his
shout, as with his sword sweeping
in fiery circles about his head, he
summoned his followers to the
charge. Once, wishing to go from
one extremity Of the line to the 9TH
er, instead Of passing behind his
troops he wheeled in front, and gal
loped the whole distance through
the cross FIRE of the comba,tants,
while long huzza followed him,