The war has actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms!
- Nathaniel Greene
- Nathaniel Greene
December 31, 1775
The snow fell hard, obscuring everything and diminishing the visibility to the point where the men could scarcely see those next to them. Already a blanket of snow was beginning to form on the ground, and added to the darkness of night, it cut an ominous gloom across the fields surrounding the city. Bunched together in their columns, the men shivered and awaited the signal. Exhausted, hungry, burdened by pack and musket, they had come this far in perpetual torment, as the harsh terrain and poor logistics of a campaign in New England and Canada had worn them down. Now at last, they had a goal in sight, with the promise of an end to the marching and the prospect of a hot meal and a warm bed on the other side of the battle. Unable to see much beyond the dim glow of a city asleep, they could only trust in the wisdom of their officers, and from experience, they found that to be a dubious proposition at best.
It had been over three months since the thousand-man force had set out from Massachusetts with the freezing torment of a Maine winter and the Kennebec River still ahead of them. They would sail in eleven transports from Newburyport to Gardinerstown, Maine, slipping past the British embargo, then to Fort Western and up the Kennebec and Dead Rivers to the Chaudiere. Then it was the matter of a sharp fight and the city was theirs – that’s what the officers had told them. But Maine in the autumn of 1775 presented its own challenges: many portages to cross, poor supplies, the men wading up to their chests to drag leaking boats in some places. Illness and frostbite set in, morale plummeted, and the small force only grew tinier as they pushed their way into frozen Canada. Winter came early to Maine, and the easy ascent up the Kennebec on flat-bottomed boats became a nightmare as they moved through swamplands and rugged terrain. Unbeknownst to them, the map being used to guide their march had been purposely altered by the British before its publication. A twenty-day march became forty-five, and 180 miles as actually 400.
The march through Maine into Canada was a challenge of logistics and endurance
From Ft. Western (Augusta), they set out in two hundred hastily constructed bateaux, twenty-five to thirty feet in length and made out of green wood that quickly became waterlogged. Most of these sunk in the rapids, overturned or leaked in the flooding rivers. By October 25, after navigating the harsh Skowhegan Falls, they were down to six hundred fifty men, one division having decided to head home. Worse still, most of the food seemed to have disappeared with the homeward bound. The men would eventually be reduced to eating their moccasins and in one case, a pet dog.
The Kennebec River was an inhospitable route for an army to march along
Yet somehow they persevered and on November 9, they stood at Point Levis, near where the Chaudiere met the St. Lawrence River, just across from the fortress city of Quebec, the strategic heart of British Canada. The city, however, had not been caught by surprise, there was still a major river between the men and their objective. There was no sign of the other column. The British had destroyed all of the boats nearby – saving their warships – and stood vigilant. It was not as simple as the officers had explained.
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