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ness of the administration appeared conspicuously in America. April was almost gone before Abercrombie, who was to be next in command to the Earl of Loudoun, with Webb and two battalions, sailed from Plymouth for New York. Loudoun waited for his transports, that were to carry tents, ammunition, artillery, and intrenching tools, ovision for five thousand men, and a great quantity of stores. He brought intelligence that a French army was in motion to attack the place; and chap. X.} 1756. Webb, with the forty-fourth regiment, was ordered to hold himself in readiness to march to its defence. But nothing was done. The regiments of New England, with the pith full hands. Expressions of triumphant ecstasy broke from Montcalm; but, to allay all jealousy of the red men, he razed the forts and left Oswego a solitude. Webb, who should have relieved the place, went chap. X.} 1756. tardily to the Oneida portage, and, after felling trees to obstruct the passage to the Onondaga, fled in
t or terrify with a popgun. To Bouquet was assigned the watch on the frontiers of Carolina. Stanwix, with about two thousand men, had charge of the West, while Webb was left highest in command, with nearly six thousand men, to defend the avenue of Lake George; and on the twentieth day of June, the Earl of Loudoun, having first on his party suddenly, terrified them by their yells, and, after killing many, took one hundred and sixty prisoners. To-morrow or next day, said the captives, General Webb will be at the fort with fresh troops. No matter, said Montcalm; in less than twelve days I will have a good story to tell about them. From the timid Webb the red men, of the favor done you by the great Onontio; but we neither love you nor esteem you the more for it; we love the man, and not what hangs on his outside. Webb, at Fort Edward, had an army of four thousand, and might have summoned the militia from all the near villages to the rescue. He sent nothing but a letter, with an
rd time, and mortally, in the breast. Support me, he cried to an officer near him: let not my brave fellows see me drop. He was carried to the rear, and they brought him water to quench his thirst. They run, they run, spoke the officer on whom he leaned. Who run? asked Wolfe, as his life was fast ebbing. The French, replied the offi- chap. XIV.} 1759. Sept. cer, give way every where. What, cried the expiring hero, do they run already? Go, one of you, to Colonel Burton; bid him march Webb's regiment with all speed to Charles River to cut off the fugitives. Four days before, he had looked forward to early death with dismay. Now, God be praised, I die happy. These were his words as his spirit escaped in the blaze of his glory. Night, silence, the rushing tide, veteran discipline, the sure inspiration of genius, had been his allies; his battle-field, high over the ocean-river, was the grandest theatre on earth for illustrious deeds; his victory, one of the most momentous in t