"OLD PUT"`
A Brand Plucked From The Burning
Every American interested in the history
of his country -- and who is not ? -- regards "Old Put"
as one of our finest heroes. He was brave to recklessness, yet
always had instant command of his resources and in short never
failed to know and to do the right thing in an emergency, no matter
how desperate. Such qualities are sure to bring the possessor
to the front, provided the occasion arises; and in the case of
Putnam, there was no counting the occasions that presented themselves
to prove the metal of which he was made.
Putnam was born away back in 1718, so that
he was fourteen years older than Washington. His birthplace was
Salem, Massachusetts, and his father being a farmer, gave to the
son only the simplest rudiments of education. In his early manhood
he was admitted the fastest runner and the best leaper and wrestler
in his native town. One day the awkward country youth paid a visit
to Boston. A city chap much older and larger than he, thought
to amuse himself and friends by having some sport at the expense
of the rustic. He had no more than started the entertainment when
Young Put sailed into him and gave him a drubbing from which he
did not recover for weeks.
"So I got more fun out of it than he
did," remarked Putnam, referring to the incident, which must
have been only one of the many similar ones of which his biographers
have not taken note.
He had not yet reached his majority when
he married and removed to Pomfret, Connecticut, where he became
a successful farmer. His strength and genial disposition made
him popular with his neighbors. As I have started out to tell
the story of "Old Put" up to the climax I have in mind,
it won't do to omit his famous adventure with a wolf, which is
never left out of our school histories. Here are the particulars:
Pomfret and the vicinity had been scourged
for a long time by a she-wolf of prodigious size, which was long
hunted in vain by the indignant farmers. She seemed to care nothing
for the shots fired at her and kept up her ravages as if she considered
the world owed her a debt which was overdue at all times, Putnam
chafed his friends over their misfortunes and asked why they did
not go out and kill the pest.
"Why don't you do it yourself?"
demanded a neighbor, by way of retort.
"She has never bothered me; I haven't
anything against her. So long as she keeps her claws off I'm satisfied,
but if she pays me a visit I'll wake her up."
One morning when Put went out to inspect
his stock, he found that the wolf had made her long deferred call.
Fully three-score of sheep and goats had been killed and many
others torn by the merciless marauder.
"War is declared between us!"
he exclaimed with a forceful expletive, as he surveyed the destruction,
"and it doesn't end until you are, knocked out."
Since the neighbors upon whom he called
had suffered from the ferocity of the brute, they readily agreed
that the pursuit should not stop until she was run down and slain.
It was easy to track the animal because she had lost one of her
feet in a trap. She was followed to the Connecticut River and
back again to Pomfret, where he had slunk into a cavern near the
home of Putnam. No better refuge could have been found for many
a mile around. The entrance was about two feet wide, sloped down
for five yards, then ran horizontally ten feet and then inclined
upward a little farther to the extremity. In no part of the tunnel
could a man stand upright, nor was it more than three feet in
width.
But the foe was at bay and the question
was how best to bring about her complete overthrow. A number of
the best dogs were sent into the cave, but every one skurried
back from the presence of the wolf, who paid no heed to burning
straw or the fumes of brimstone. The day was spent in trying every
possible device to bring her out, but when night set in she was
still there, as defiant as ever.
By this time Putnam had lost all patience
and declared he would go into the cave himself. His neighbors
warned him that the result would be his death or frightful mangling,
but he would not listen. He threw off his coat and waistcoat,
lighted a birch bark torch with which to scare the brute, and
tied a rope around one ankle with which his friends were to draw
him out upon receiving a signal from him. He crept forward until
he saw the glare of the wolf's eyes, and heard her warning growl.
Having obtained the information he wanted, Putnam gave the notice
agreed upon. His overanxious friends straightway proceeded to
haul him out with so much vigor that his clothes were torn in
rags and he was bruised from head to foot.
"The wolf couldn't have handled me
any worse than you," growled the disgusted farmer, who now
took a loaded musket in one hand and holding the torch in the
other made a second entrance into the cave. By and by he caught
sight of the glowing eyes and again heard the ominous growl. The
target was a fair one and at the very moment the brute was gathering
herself for a spring at him, he took careful aim and fired. Not
knowing how badly he had wounded her, he signalled and was hastily
drawn out, but with more consideration than before. Waiting a
few moments, and hearing nothing, he entered the dark tunnel for
the third time; found the wolf dead and, seizing her by the ears,
the two were pulled forth by the delighted group at the entrance.
Putnam led the even, uneventful life of
a farmer until the breaking out of the French and Indian war,
which you need not be reminded was the final struggle between
France and England for the mastery of the American continent.
This is no place to give the history of, that epoch which ended
in the overthrow of France, except so far as "Old Put's"
services are connected with it. An expedition was formed for the
reduction of Crown Point. This was to be done by a body of Colonial
troops under the command of Sir William Johnson. Connecticut was
called upon to furnish a certain quota and Putnam was made Captain
of one of the companies thus raised. He was the first one thought
of, for his courage and sterling qualities had made him highly
esteemed.
Putnam's troops were known as "Rangers"
and to them was entrusted the most perilous work of the war. They
acted independently of the main army, striking quick blows against
detached forces, reconnoitering the positions of the enemy, serving
as guides and capturing prisoners from whom they forced important
information. Another duty, eminently characteristic of 'civilized"
war, was to burn the houses, barns, barracks and bateaux of the
French, kill or run off their cattle and attack convoys of provisions.
While this work may have been congenial to many employed, it was
often highly dangerous because of the numerous prowling Indians
who fought on the side of the French. The most famous corps was
"Rogers Rangers," a partisan force under the command
of Robert Rogers. He and Putnam became close friends and went
on many scouting expeditions together. At the head of a small
force they were sent to Fort Edward to find out the condition
of the fortifications at Crown Point.
It was impossible to do this at the head
of even a small body of troops without detection by the Indian
scouts, who were roaming everywhere. So the soldiers were left
in a place of concealment when the vicinity of Crown Point was
reached, and the two leaders stole cautiously forward in quest
of the important information. It was growing light in the east
when the officers caught the dim outline of fortifications, and
crouched down to await further light.
With the rising of the sun, the soldiers
began coming out in such large numbers from the fort that Putnam
and Rogers could not rejoin their men without being seen. Worse
than that, a soldier walked directly to the spot where Rogers
was lying on his face among the undergrowth a few paces from his
companion. The soldier shouted for the guard to aid him and at
the same time tried to seize Rogers' fusee with one hand and to
bury a dirk knife in his body with the other. Rogers was in imminent
danger and Putnam, fearing to alarm the enemy by firing his musket,
sprang forward and slew the soldier with a single blow from his
fusee. The guard summoned a moment before, were hurrying to the
spot, but the two got back to their troop and eventually to camp
without harm. Major Rogers in his published "Journals"
displayed an unpardonable lack of chivalry by making no mention
of this incident.
On another occasion, Captain Putnam was
sent to reconnoiter the enemy near Ticonderoga. His companion
was Lieutenant Robert Durkee, as brave as he. Both were experts
in woodcraft and crept close to the point in mind without detection.
Neither, however, was aware of the French practice of placing
their sentinels outside of a single big central fire where they
were hidden by darkness, whereas the English and provincial troops
set their guards inside of a circle of light, and thus exposed
them to greater danger.
Thus it came about that Putnam and Durkee
were stealing forward with no thought of mishap when they were
discovered by the sentinels and fired upon. Durkee was hit in
the leg, but Putnam was not hurt. The only thing to do was to
run, and the couple never did better sprinting in their lives,
the wound of Durkee being only a flesh one. Putnam was in the
lead and was doing well when he plunged head first into a clay
pit with his companion directly behind him. They scrambled out
amid a shower of bullets and flung themselves behind a log, from
which they did not stir until daylight came.
As evidence of the narrowness of their escape,
Putnam found his canteen had been pierced by fully a dozen bullets,
while his blanket had served as a target for fourteen other balls.
Poor Durkee was captured at the Massacre of Wyoming, some twenty
years later, and burned at the stake.
Some time after this a convoy of luggage
and provisions was captured by six-hundred French and Indians
at Halfway Brook, between Lake George and Fort Edward. As soon
as the news reached camp, Captains Rogers and Putnam were sent
in pursuit of the enemy. They embarked with one hundred men in
boats, also two field pieces and two blunder-busses. They were
ordered to go a certain distance from the lake, and thence overland
to the Narrows, with the purpose of cutting off the marauders'
retreat.
The pursuers were none too soon, for shortly
after arriving at the spot fixed upon they saw the French bateaux,
laden to the gunwales with loot, moving slowly into the Narrows
without a suspicion of danger. When they were within pistol shot,
so destructive a fire was opened upon them that scores were killed
and a number of bateaux sunk. The survivors made all haste to
Ticonderoga, from which a large force was sent to intercept the
provincials, but they were not thus to be caught, and reached
their boats in safety, and although later attacked, they arrived
unhurt at camp.
Captain Putnam's personal courage, sagacity
and qualities of leadership had attracted so general attention,
that the legislature of Connecticut in 1757 commissioned him as
Major. The Chief Commander of the British forces in the colonies
at that time was the Earl Loudoin, one of the most incompetent
leaders ever placed in a position of trust. After dilly-dallying
and doing nothing, he finally returned to New York and "rested";
that is, remained idle when the distress of his country most urgently
demanded his best services.
Fort William Henry was erected on the shores
of Lake George in 1755. It resisted several expeditions sent against
it, but the garrison was in a wretched condition; nearly all discipline
was gone, and disaster was certain to come unless a thorough reform
was made. The defenders numbered less than five hundred, and General
Webb was stationed fifteen miles distant at Fort Edward with an
army of four thousand.
The brilliant Marquis de Montcalm marched
against Fort William Henry with some eight thousand men, among
whom were many Indians. He summoned Colonel Monroe to surrender,
adding that he hoped in the interests of humanity he would do
so, for if any of the Indians were killed, their comrades would
become unrestrainable after the fall of the fort, which could
not possibly withstand the impending attack. Monroe replied that
he would defend the post to the last.
A few days before this General Webb, with
Major Putnam and two hundred men, went to Fort William Henry to
learn its condition. While the officer was thus engaged, Major
Putnam proposed to take five men to Northwest Bay and find out
the exact situation of the French at Ticonderoga, sending back
the boats to prevent discovery. Webb shook his head: he could
not think of permitting so hazardous a venture. He finally consented
that Putnam should try it with eighteen volunteers. The party
embarked in three whale boats. On the way they descried a large
body of the French on an island. Putnam left two of his boats
to give the idea that he was simply fishing and with the other
hurried back to tell General Webb what he had seen. Only after
much persuasion was he permitted to return for his companions
and to look further into matters. He saw enough to remove all
doubt that a powerful force was on its way to attack Fort William
Henry. Webb cautioned Putnam to say nothing to any one of what
he had learned and his companions were sworn to secrecy. The Major
urged that the enemy should be given battle on the shore, but
the timid General would not agree. Returning to Fort Edward he
sent a reinforcement to Fort William Henry, which was invested
by Montcalm twenty-four hours later.
The siege lasted six days, Colonel Monroe,
the commandant, sent repeated expresses to General Webb asking
for help, but the only answer was the advice to surrender on the
best terms he could secure from Marquis Montcalm. Putnam urged
that he and his Rangers should be allowed to go to the help of
their countrymen, and finally the commander granted him permission
to do so. Hardly, however, had the eager Provincials started when
the cowardly Webb recalled them. It is a melancholy fact that
Montcalm afterward told Putnam, when he was a prisoner in Canada,
that as soon as his scouts notified him of the setting out of
the relief, he decided to retreat, and had actually began withdrawal
when he learned of the recall of the reinforcements, whereupon
he returned to the siege. Thus the incompetence and cowardice
of the commandant was the cause of the surrender of Fort William
Henry and the dreadful massacre that followed, when the Indians
vehemently assailed the prisoners while on their way to Fort Edward
as prisoners of war.
Putnam and his Rangers reached the scene
of the massacre next day. They had been sent out to observe the
movements of the enemy. The picture upon which they looked made
Putnam and his bravest men shudder with horror. No more forcible
illustration could have been given of the fiendish atrocity of
war, even between the most civilized nations.
General Phineas Lyman was given command
at Fort Edward and set out to strengthen the defenses. He sent
one hundred and fifty men to cut timber and placed Captain Little
at the head of a morass a little way to the east of the fort to
protect the woodchoppers while at work. A tongue of land united
this post with the fort, bounded by the morass on one side and
a stream of water on the other.
Just as it was growing light one morning
a sentinel saw what he took to be a number of birds flying over
his head from the morass. One of the "birds," however,
suddenly turned into an Indian arrow whose flint head was buried
in the trunk of a tree beside the watchman. A large party of redskins
were hidden in the morass and hoped thus to slay the sentinel
without alarming the garrison. He instantly gave the alarm and
the laborers dashed for the fort aided by the fire of Little's
men. All except those who were wounded reached the refuge in safety.
The commandant instead of sending help to Little called in all
the outposts and ordered the gates to be closed.
This placed Little and his small company
in frightful peril, for they were attacked by an overwhelming
force of Indians, whose appetite for blood had been whetted by
the massacre a short time before. They would have been cut off
to a man had not Major Putnam and his Rangers, who were on an
island near the fort, hastened to their relief. They had to wade
through the water to their waists, but not a Ranger hesitated.
They were obliged to pass near the fort, and General Lyman shouted
a peremptory order from the parapet for them to return. Putnam
affected not to understand clearly what was said and made so evasive
a response that before the General could understand him, the Rangers
were at the side of the sorely pressed band. Major Putnam ordered
a charge straight into the morass, and it was made with so much
spirit that the Indians broke and fled and were pursued for hours
and cut down.
Although Major Putnam had laid himself open
to court martial because of his disobedience of orders, no charges
were brought against him by General Lyman and the reason is not
hard to guess.
In the following winter, Putnam performed
an exploit, which in coolness and daring, has rarely, or perhaps
never been surpassed. In these days it would win him a Carnegie
gold medal, and even now, no one can recall the deed without a
thrill of admiration.
The barracks adjoining the northwestern
bastion of Fort Edward accidentally caught fire. In the magazine,
only twelve feet away, were stored three hundred barrels of gunpowder.
The danger was so appalling that the commandant ordered several
of his heaviest guns to be trained upon the barracks in order
to demolish them, but the efort failed. Major Putnam came up at
this juncture from his post on the island and in a twinkling climbed
to the roof of the barracks, standing as near as he could to the
blaze. A line of soldiers quickly formed through a postern to
the river and water was passed to Putnam who dashed it on the
flames the instant it reached him. So intense was the heat that
his mittens were burned off. Another pair soaked with water were
handed to him and he kept his post, even after the steaming and
scorched coverings failed to give more than slight protection.
The Commandant recoiled at the sacrifice
and ordered Putnam to descend. He replied that to do so would
precipitate fatal disaster and begged for permission to remain.
It was reluctantly given and the Colonel ordered that nothing
more should be removed from the fort.
"If we must perish," he exclaimed
in a burst of admiration, "let us go to glory together."
The fire raged with that infernal vigor
which at times seemed impossible to subdue and the barracks gave
sign of tumbling inward. Putnam leaped to the ground and stood
between the glowing mass and the powder. The outer planking of
the magazine was burned and only a single partition remained between
the flames and the awful mass of explosives. Putnam seemed to
be blistered from head to foot, but held his post until the last
spark of fire was extinguished. There must have been many minutes
when the space separating life and death for all was no more than
a hair's breadth.
This agonizing ordeal had lasted for more
than an hour. When the mittens were pulled from the hands of Putnam,
the skin came off with them, and it was several weeks before he
recovered from his painful wounds. He was warmly thanked by the
Commander, and received in all quarters the praise which he deserved.
History has recorded in many cases, the
gross mismanagement of military operations in this country, during
the early years of the struggle between France and England for
the possession of America. William Pitt became prime Minister
at the close of 1757 at which time France held twenty-times as
much territory as her rival and was rapidly gaining ground. But
Pitt infused vigor into the American campaign and the turning
of the tide soon followed. Connecticut, New Hampshire and Massachusetts
furnished fifteen thousand troops and three important expeditions
were set on foot. Louisburg was the objective point of the first
and was captured, while young Colonel George Washington drove
the enemy from Fort Duquesne. The destination of the third was
Crown Point and Ticonderoga to which we must turn attention, since
Major Putnam was immediately connected with it.
The chief command of this department was
given to General James Abercrombie, who proved so miserable a
failure that it may be said that the only thing he succeeded in
accomplishing was to have his name (because of its orthography)
head the index of nearly every history of our country that has
since been written. He ordered Major Putnam to go with fifty men
to South Bay in Lake George, watch the enemy and cut off strangers.
Moving with his usual promptness, Putnam went to a creek, stopping
at the point where it flows into South Bay. There he built a parapet
of stone on a cliff overhanging the water. It was hidden by a
number of young trees so placed that their growth appeared to
be natural. About one-third of the force had become so unfit for
duty that he sent them back to camp. His scouts reported the approach
of a fleet of canoes filled with armed men, coming slowly up the
creek. It was a bright moonlit night and Putnam stationed his
Rangers so as to make their fire most effective with orders for
no one to discharge his gun until he gave the word. Just as the
foremost canoes passed the parapet, however, a soldier accidentally
hit his firelock against a stone. The enemy took the alarm and
turned to withdraw when Putnam shouted "Fire!" After
a large number had been killed, the foes discovering from the
discharges that the provincials were few in number, sent a force
to the rear with the purpose of cutting them off. Putnam showed
his alertness by dispatching Lieutenant Durkee with twelve men,
who repulsed them. A detachment after a time succeeded in landing
farther below, and as Putnam's ammunition was running short he
retreated to camp. Although he had slain a large number, only
two of his own men were wounded.
The incompetent Abercrombie, in person,
led the expedition against Ticonderoga. His army numbered sixteen
thousand and was amply provided with artillery and military stores.
No more imposing sight had ever been seen on the American Continent
than was witnessed on the, morning of July 5th, 1758, when this
immense force in one hundred whale boats, nine hundred bateaux
and the artillery in rafts, embarked to the inspiring strain of
martial music, and moved gracefully down Lake George on the way
to attack the famous fort. Reaching Sabbath-Day Point, they landed
for a few hours and then resumed the voyage, with Lord Howe leading
the van. This officer, who was an elder brother of Admiral Richard
and General William Howe of the Revolution was one of the most
brilliant and lovable characters associated with our colonial
history. He was the idol of the army and infinitely the superior
in every respect of his commander Abercrombie.
The disembarkation of the troops began at
noon on the 6th of July. Rogers with his Rangers drove the enemy
before him with the main army following. Lord Howe led the center
and Major Putnam was at his side. To the left among the trees
was heard the sound of firing. Lord Howe expressed a wish to learn
the cause. Putnam offered to find out and started, while against
his respectful but earnest protest, Howe accompanied him at the
head of a hundred men. They soon overtook a part of the advance
guard of the enemy that had gone astray in the woods, and was
retreating before Rogers and his Rangers. A brief interchange
of shots took place and almost the first to fall was Lord Howe.
No death could have caused more sorrow among his soldiers and
his friends in England.
Soon afterward, the British and the provincials
made their disastrous attack upon Ticonderoga whose garrison was
but one-third their number. General Abercrombie placed himself
two miles from the scene of conflict where he knew no hostile
shot could reach him and the vehement and use less assault was
repeated again and again until two thousand brave men lay stretched
in death upon the earth.
A month later, five hundred Rangers under
the command of Rogers and Putnam were sent to watch the movement
of the enemy in the vicinity of Ticonderoga. After marching a
considerable distance, they found themselves confronted by so
superior a force that it was decided to retreat as fast as possible
to headquarters at Fort Edward The Rangers were arranged in three
divisions, Rogers leading the one on the right, Putnam the left
and Captain Dalzell the center. They marched rapidly and at dusk
halted on the banks of Clear River. At that point, Major Rogers
did a thing so imprudent that it is hard to explain how the veteran
came to forget himself. He engaged in a trial of skill with a
British Officer, the two firing a number of shots at a target.
The reports reached a party of five hundred of the enemy, who
on their way to intercept Rogers, were hardly a mile distant at
the time.
The sound of the firing gave the enemy the
desired and all important information. Their leader posted them
so as to command the trail through which he knew the Rangers would
pass and, sad to say, they marched directly into the ambush thus
laid for them. Putnam was at the head, Dalzell following, while
Rogers brought up the rear, all advancing in close column because
of the dense shrubbery and brushwood.
The furious assault was resisted by the
intrepid band. Putnam halted his men, returned the fire and called
upon Dalzell and Rogers to support him. Daizell responded at once,
but Rogers placed his division at Wood Creek, afterwards saying
in explanation, that he did so to guard against an attack from
the rear, though some of his comrades accused him of trying to
avoid the dangerous fighting in front.
Putnam with his usual daring, held his ground
and the struggle became of the most desperate nature. Always at
the head, he suddenly found himself face to face with a gigantic
Indian warrior, against whom he thrust the muzzle of his gun,
but the weapon missed fire and in a twinkling he was made prisoner
and bound so securely to a tree that it would have taken a Hercules
to break the bonds.
Captain Dalzell held his ground for a time,
but was forced to fall back a little way, when he rallied his
Rangers and drove the savages in turn. The struggle became terrific
and Putnam unable to move his body was caught between the two
fires. Again and again bullets were buried in the trunk of the
tree or chipped off the bark around him, and his clothes were
repeatedly pierced. The contestants gave ground and swayed back
and forth several times. For an hour the Major was held in his
perilous position, the wonder being how again and again he escaped
death. Once when the Indians had the advantage, a warrior stopped
close to him and amused himself by hurling his tomahawk into the
tree, his purpose being to see how near he could come to the captive
without actually killing him.
"He came infernally near finishing
me," said Putnam, "for his tomahawk grazed me several
times. When he got tired of the fun, a French subaltern stepped
up, leveled his musket which was pointed at my breast and fired,
or rather tried to fire, but his weapon failed as mine had done
when aimed at my captor. I called to him and claimed treatment
as a prisoner of war, but he paid no heed. Finally he struck me
a violent blow with the butt of his musket and walked off, leaving
me to be finished by the redskins."
After a long and fierce fight the Provincials
kept possession of the field. They had lost nearly a hundred men
and were in the ugliest mood conceivable when they retreated taking
Putnam with them as a prisoner.
No captive could have been treated with
greater indignity and cruelty. As soon as it was safe to halt,
the Indians did so. They robbed Putnam pf his coat, waistcoat,
shoes and stockings, bound his wrists rigidly behind him and then
piled a lot of heavy packs upon his back. Under this crushing
burden he was made to trudge for miles through the dismal forest,
until those who were not thus oppressed grew so weary that they
paused for rest.
By this time Putnam's feet were bleeding
and the weight he was carrying became so unbearable that he begged
his captors either to relieve or kill him. A French Officer had
his load lightened and one warrior who seemed to have a spark
of mercy in his composition, gave him a pair of moccasins. But
the outrages were repeated and he was scarred for life by the
gash of a tomahawk in his cheek:
His captors decided that he should be burned
at the stake with all those barbarous cruelties so dear to their
race. He was taken deep into the woods, stripped of his clothing,
bound to a tree and a huge circle of dry sticks placed around
him, amid the exultant shouts of his persecutors, who in prospect,
enjoyed the feast before them.
No man in the hapless situation of Major
Putnam could have felt the faintest throb of hope. He resigned
himself to his horrifying fate with the fortitude which he showed
in the most terrible situations. The flames were kindled, the
suffocating smoke curled upward in his face and he felt the biting
sting of the tongues of fire at his knees and creeping up his
body. Held thus in a situation whose terrors no pen can picture,
he saw among the spectators a French Officer, whom he recognized
as the leader of the troops which had been defeated by the comrades
of the man at the stake.
In the last agonizing thrill of despair,
Putnam gave the Masonic cry of distress, for his hands being bound,
he could make his appeal in no other way. In the same instant
the Frenchman leaped forward, cut the thongs and drew him clear
of the enveloping flames. The rescuer was a Freemason and responded
at once to the appeal. In hot anger he denounced the action of
the redskins, led Putnam away, turned him over to the care of
his dusky captor, who promised he should suffer no further harm.
Although he was treated harshly, his sufferings could not compare
with what he had already undergone, and he reached Ticonderoga
in comparative safety. Putnam was brought into the presence of
Montcalm, who questioned him closely, saw that he received courteous
treatment and sent him to Montreal, where he joined a number of
other prisoners of war. Some time later he was exchanged.
Here properly ends my sketch of "a
brand plucked from the burning." Freemasonry saved the life
of one of the leading patriots of the Revolution from the most
horrible of deaths, for when he made the final appeal to a Brother,
he was beyond all human help. The subsequent career of "Old
Put" is familiar to everyone who has read American History.
Let me briefly summarize the leading facts:
He was commissioned Lieutenant-Colonel after
his exchange and served under General Amherst, and took creditable
part both in the Havana expedition and in a campaign against the
western Indians. Then after ten year of service and with the coming
of peace, he resigned from the army. He was one of the most active
of patriots at the outbreak of the Revolution, being prominent
as one of the foremost "Sons of Liberty." He was plowing
in the field when the horseman dashing past shouted the news of
the battle of Lexington. Putnam left his plow in the furrow mounted
his best horse and rode a hundred miles to Boston almost without
drawing rein. He was made a Brigadier. General and was in joint
command with Prescott at Bunker Hill, and soon afterward was commissioned
a major general and commanded the center at the siege of Boston
He was active in subsequent operations, but his military career
closed with the campaign of 1779 when he was in command of the
Maryland line, stationed near West Point. He was stricken with
paralysis, which deprived him for the time of the use of his limbs,
and though he did his utmost to overcome the weakness, no treatment
availed, and he was driven to that most mournful of all fates
for a brave and patriotic man, -- that of being "laid on
the shelf." He lived until the 17th of May, 1790 when he
passed away, sustained by the unfaltering faith and trust of a
Christian who had proved himself indeed a faithful servant.
In a letter addressed to the sufferer in
1783, Washington said:
"I can assure you that among the many
worthy and meritorious officers with whom I have had the happiness
to be connected in service through the course of this war, and
from whose cheerful assistance and advice, I have received much
support and confidence in the various and trying vicissitudes
of a complicated contest, the name of Putnam is not forgotten,
nor will be but with the stroke of time, which shall obliterate
from my mind the remembrance of all those toils and fatigues,
through which we have struggled for the preservation and establishment
of the rights, liberties and independence of our country."
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