The Nevada journal., 1861-05-10
General Winfield Scott.
AN IScIEENr OF THE CANADIAN REVOLUTION


of open rebellion, which threatened ere
long to grow into popular and successful
revolution Thirty thousand America SYM
pathizers, possessing as general thing as
little character as true courage, and less
capital than either, responded to the call of
McKeniza, Papineau, and otner equally
patriotic demagogues, and were rally ing
their forces at various points along the
whole American frontier, preparing in de-
fance of all law, human or divine, to in
wade Canada: crush the CALLING yoke OF
Britain from off her enslared colonies, rev.
olutionize British America, and establish a
model republic, under which every Ameri-
can liberator was to hold an Office of trust
and profit.
Commissions of Generals, Colonels, Com
modores, and army and navy captains,
were as plenty and common among the vag-
abond cruisers in Western New York, Ohio
and Michigan, as were the floods of worth
less "wild cat u bank notes of the same
period in the latter State.
had taken very lively interest in the
brigand crusade, and the 9 Canadian Con-
gress," assembled in an obscure cellar in
Cleveland, Ohio, had rewarded my zeal by
making me captain in the Canadian navy,
with the present command of a little fore
and-aft schooner, and that of first class
line-of-battle ship in prospective.
1t was late in the season when | was sent
to Buffalo with my vessel. for the purpose
of receiving six old brass six-pounders,
which were to constitute the schooncr's S
battery when the war was fairly begun,
and considerable quantity of ammunition,
together with three hundred muskets, Gra-
goons, cu.lasses and pistols, ad infnitun,
which were to be used by the patriot army
in the west to commence war with.
BY the exercise of some little tact on my
part, and n combination of lucky circum
stances on the part of Providence, sue
ceeded in accomplishing my mission so far
as to get the arms and munitions of wal
on board, and escaping from the harbor o
| Buffalo in q snow-stcrm, while the half q
dozen United States Marshals were over
hanlng a harmless Canadian schooner tc
which had directed their attention for my
own benefit.
Ny instructions were to touch at Cleve.
land for the purpose of taking in quanti-
! ty Of arms which had been collected there
and then to stop at Huron, where would
be met by Gen. Mcleod of the patriot army
who would give me definite Instructions a;
to my final destination.
got into Cleveland without any trouble
and out again, by carrying off two deputy
Marshals who came down to search The
schooner, and landing them on the lak'
shore, some ten miles to the westward o
the harbor.
Ny six skies were buried under tn,
ballast alongside the keclson, the powde
slowed in barrels bored full of holes, ant
oysters all around the kegs, while the ball
were packed i'll real red lead casks, and th
pistols, muskets and swords, in long boxes
with lots of hay, showing through tn
joints, all marked: Bedsteads." So tha
had little fear Of being caught in Huron
particularly as the people there, to a mau
and to a woman too, think, were favora
BILE to the piratical revolutionary move
ment. 1t was very nearly dark, on a COLI
boisterous evening in the month Of Dec.
when arrived at Huron, and as the crew
were all out on the long wooden pier whicl
forms the western side of the harbor, ben
on to long tow-lne tracking" th
the schooner up towards the piers, saw {
tall, military looking man come along
down the pier, point towards the vesse
when he came near the men, and after max
ing, as judged, some hurried inquiries o
them about her came towards me, and th
moment he stopped opposite where wa
standing at the helm, | recognized hin
past all doubt, AS Gen. Mcleod, the Com
mander-in chief of the patriot army in th'
west | had never seen the General, bu
he had been described so minutely t at
could not be mistaken in him besides, tn,
moment he stopped, he passed wore
which served as grand hailing sign
among the " hunters" secret organization
of which nearly every vagabond was &
member, so that there could be no mistake
in the matter-the man was no other thar
the veritable General Mcleod himself.
"Good evening, captain" he said, a:
soon as had replied to the hail; "What
/ luck captain?'
"Good All right, General, But com,
aboard, SIR" and l gave the schooner a
sheer alongside the pier, so that he could
step on deck.
| A moment later and he stood beside me
at the helm, real Hercules in stature, en-.
veloped in a stout, gray overcoat, with d
fur cap turned down about his ears, while
/ | gazed for a few seconds in mute admira-
| tion upon the stalwart form of one of th,
Iron Dukes" favorite veterans of the
peninsula and Waterloo The Genera
gave me the regular "hunter's grip" ant
then asked again:
Well, captain, what success?"
Beautiful, sir" answered. "Got en-
all right down there, fooled Uncle Sam;