VIEW NEAR ANTHONY'S NOSE, HUDSON HIGHLANDS.

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THIS mountain, “known to fame,” serves as a landmark to the industrious craft plying upon the Hudson, and thus fulfils a more useful destiny than is commonly awarded to spots bright in story. It stands amid a host of interesting localities marked by the events of the Revolution, and has witnessed, with less damage than other noses, many a conflict by land and water.

On the opposite side of the river from the base of the mountain lie the two forts—Montgomery and Clinton—taken by the British in October, 1777. The commander-in-chief at New York was prompted to this expedition by two objects,—to destroy a quantity of military stores which the Americans had collected in this neighborhood, and to make a diversion in favor of General Burgoyne. For these purposes Sir Henry Clinton embarked between three and four thousand troops at New York, and sailed with them up the Hudson. On the 5th of October they landed at Verplank’s Point, a few miles below the entrance to the Highlands. The next morning, a part of the force landed on Stony Point, which projects into the river on the western side, just below the mountains; hence they marched to the rear of the fortresses.

General Putnam commanded at that time in this quarter. He had one thousand continental troops, a part of which only were effective, and a small body of militia. He believed the principal design of the enemy to be the destruction of the stores; and when he was informed of their main purpose, it was too late for him to resist with success. He supposed that they were aiming at Fort Independence, and directed his attention to its defence: the heavy firing on the other side of the river gave him the first decisive information of their real intentions. George Clinton, at that time governor of the State, placed himself at this post on the first notice that he received of the enemy’s advancing. Having made the best disposition for the defence of the forts, he dispatched an express to General Putnam to acquaint him with his situation; but when it reached Putnam’s headquarters, that officer and General Parsons were reconnoitring the position of the enemy on the east side of the river.

Lieutenant-Colonel Campbell, in the mean time, proceeded with nine hundred men by a circuitous march to the rear of Fort Montgomery; while Sir Henry Clinton, with Generals Vaughan and Tryon, moved onwards towards Fort Clinton. Both fortresses were attacked at once, between four and five in the afternoon: they were defended with great resolution. This will be readily admitted, when it is remembered that the whole garrison consisted of but six hundred men. The conflict was carried on till dark, when the British had obtained absolute possession, and such of the Americans as were not killed or wounded had made their escape. The loss of the two garrisons amounted to about two hundred and fifty. Among the killed on the enemy’s side was Lieutenant-Colonel Campbell.

It has been thought that an addition of five or six hundred men to these garrisons would have saved the works; the correctness of this opinion may be doubted. Fifteen hundred soldiers would have been barely sufficient completely to man Fort Montgomery alone. The works themselves were imperfect, and the ground was probably chosen rather for the defence of the river than because it was itself defensible.

Governor Clinton and his brother, General James Clinton, escaped after the enemy had possession of the forts,—the former by crossing the river; the latter had been wounded in the thigh by a bayonet.

On the 8th, the English forces proceeded to the eastern side, where they found Fort Independence evacuated. A party then burned the continental village as it was called,—a temporary settlement raised up by the war for the accommodation of the army. Here had been gathered a considerable number of those artisans whose labors are particularly necessary for military purposes, and a considerable quantity of military stores. They then removed a chain which was stretched across the river at Fort Montgomery, and advancing up the river removed another, which was extended from Fort Constitution to the opposite shore at West Point. General Vaughan then advanced still farther up the Hudson, and on the 13th reached the town of Kingston, which he burned. On the 17th took place the surrender of Burgoyne, and General Vaughan returned down the Hudson with his fleet to New York.

Count Grabouski, a Polish nobleman, was killed in the assault on Fort Clinton, while acting as an aid-de-camp to the British commander. He was buried on the spot, but his grave is now undiscoverable.

LAKE CANEPO.

When cradled on thy placid breast

In hushed content I loved to muse,

Too full the heart, too sweet the rest,

For thought and speech to interfuse.

But now, when thou art shrined afar,

Like Nature’s chosen urn of peace,

Remembrance, like the evening star,

Begins a vigil ne’er to cease.

Each mossy rock, each fairy isle,

Inlets with thickets overhung,

The cloud’s rose-tint or fleecy pile,

And Echo’s wildly frolic tongue;

The light and shade that o’er thee play

The ripple of thy moonlit wave,

The long, calm, dreamy summer day,

The very stones thy waters lave;

The converse frank, the harmless jest,

The reverie without a sigh,

The hammock’s undulating rest,

With fair companions seated by

Yet linger, as if near thee still

I heard upon the fitful breeze

The locust and the whippoorwill,

Or rustle of the swaying trees.

Hills rise in graceful curves around,

Here dark with tangled forest shade,

There yellow with the harvest-ground,

Or emerald with the open glade;

Primeval chestnuts line the strand,

And hemlocks every mountain side,

While, by each passing zephyr fanned,

Azalea flowers kiss the tide.

We nestle in the gliding barge,

And turn from yon unclouded sky

To watch, along the bosky marge,

Its image in thy waters nigh;

Or, gently darting to and fro,

The insects on their face explore,

With speckled minnows poised below,

And tortoise on the pebbly floor;

Or turn the prow to some lone bay,

Where thick the floating leaves are spread,—

How bright and queen-like the array

Of lilies in their crystal bed!

Henry Theodore Tuckerman.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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