BLUNDER after blunder
on the one hand, and outbursts of violent language, provoked if not
justified thereby, on the other—such is the record of the sayings and
doings which followed the publication of the Russell resolutions, and
which involved in a sanguinary conflict the rival forces, now reckless
under the stress of violent and over-excited passion. In the month of
November, 1837, preparations for a general stampede were hastily made in
Montreal, the central point of the agitation; com-, bats broke out in
the streets on the seventh of the month between the Constitutionals of
the Doric Club and the Fils de la Liberty followed by the sacking of the
offices of The Vindicator, and an attack on the residence of Papineau.
In deference to the wishes of a priest, his personal friend, who urged
him to leave the city, "because his presence in Montreal was a cause of
disorder," Papineau set out for St. Hya-cinthe; and the authorities who
had so long been dozing and indifferent, suddenly, at last awoke with
staring eyes which magnified and distorted out of all proportion every
object offered to their vision, and made up their minds that the popular
leader had set out to organize an armed revolt. Thereupon, without
further reflection, they charged Papineau and O'Callaghan with high
treason, and took out warrants for their arrest. This was going too fast
and too far. Had Gosford, at the time of the first meeting in the month
of May, taken steps to maintain order, there would have been no
disturbance in the autumn. At the period we have now reached, the middle
of November, matters were rapidly coming to a head. Men no longer
controlled events; events rather swept away those who sought to control
them, and guns were soon to go off spontaneously, so to speak, as though
some mysterious hand discharged them. Meantime orders were given for the
arrest at St. Johns of Demaray and Davignon, who, according to rumour,
were fomenting disorder. A company of the Montreal Volunteer Cavalry, by
whom they were escorted, was attacked on the march from Chambly to
Longueuil, and forced to surrender their prisoners into the hands of
Bonaventure Viger, who had prepared this coup de main with a small party
of Patriotes. The fight between the Fils de la Liberte and the Doric
Club, and the rescuing of Demaray and Davignon were the opening
skirmishes for the more serious affairs on the Richelieu River.
The improvised
generals, Wolfred Nelson and Storrow Brown, had gathered together at St.
Denis and at St. Charles some hundreds of Patriotes, determined to
resist the arrest of Papineau and O'Callaghan. Colonel Gore, a Waterloo
veteran, was entrusted with the task of dispersing these "rebels," and
arresting their leaders. Gore was to proceed to Sorel and thence to
ascend the Richelieu as far as St Denis, while Colonel Wetherall
advanced in the opposite direction in order to attack St Charles.
Colonel Lysons, then a lieutenant, an officer who accompanied Gore, has
left us a description of the former expedition. We quote a few passages
from his narrative:
"Lieutenant-Colonel
Wetherall, with six companies of infantry and two light six-pounder
field guns, was to cross the Richelieu at Chambly, and move by night
down the right bank of the river on St. Charles, a distance of about
nineteen miles; Lieutenant-Colonel Hughes, of the 24th Regiment, with
five companies and a twelve-pounder howitzer, was to move from Sorel up
the right bank of the river on St. Denis, which was not supposed to be
strongly held, a distance of about twenty-one miles, also by night, the
two forces to appear simultaneously before their respective
destinations. Colonel Hughes was then to push on to St. Charles. Colonel
the Honourable Charles Gore was named to take command of the whole
expedition, but he was to accompany Lieutenant-Colonel Hughes's force. I
went with him.
"At ten o'clock on the
night of November 21st, the troops of Colonel Hughes's column turned out
in the barrack square at Sorel; the rain was pouring down in torrents,
and the night was as dark as pitch. We were to move by the road called
the Pot-au-beurre road, in order to avoid passing through St. Ours,
which was held by the rebels. I got a lantern, fastened it to the top of
a pole, and had it carried in front of the column; but what with horses
and men sinking in the mud, harness breaking, wading through water and
winding through woods, the little force soon got separated, those in the
rear lost sight of the light, and great delays and difficulties were
experienced. Towards morning the rain changed into snow, it became very
cold, and daybreak found the unfortunate column still floundering in the
half-frozen mud four miles from St. Denis.
"It soon became evident
that the rebels were on the alert; the church bells were heard in the
distance ringing the alarm, and parties of skirmishers appeared on our
left flank. As the column approached nearer to St. Denis, we found all
the bridges broken up. Without much delay I managed to reconstruct them
strong enough to bear the howitzer, and the column continued to advance,
Captain Markham leading. On reaching the outskirts of the village the
rebels opened a brisk fire on us. Markham pushed on, taking house after
house, until his progress was arrested by a stockade across the road,
and a large fortified brick house well flanked on all sides.
"Captain Crompton, with
a company of the 66th, and Captain Maitland, with a company of the 24th,
were then brought up, and the howitzer came into action. The engagement
was kept up until a late hour in the afternoon; the enemy had a very
strong position, and appeared to increase in numbers. Captain Markham
succeeded in taking one of the flanking-houses, but in doing so he was
severely wounded, receiving two balls in the neck and a wound across the
knee. Several of his men also were hit. At length, as the men had had
nothing to eat since the previous day, and the ammunition had fallen
short, Colonel Gore deemed it necessary to withdraw his force. We had no
ambulance or transport of any kind, so we were obliged to leave our
wounded behind; there were seventeen of them, their wounds had been
dressed, and they were put in beds in one house. Six men had been
killed. Markham's men were first withdrawn from the flanking-house. They
brought away their favourite captain with them under a heavy fire from
the fortified house. On his way back he was again shot through the calf
of the leg, and one of the men (a corporal) carrying him was wounded in
the foot. The other bearer was a sergeant. They had to come across a
rough ploughed field frozen hard. As soon as they got near the road we
ran out and lifted them over the fence; we then placed poor Markham on
the only cart which remained with the column, and sent him to the rear.
"We retreated for a
short distance along the road we had advanced by, and then crossed over
a bridge to the left in order to march by the front road.
Lieutenant-Colonel Hughes, conducting the rear guard with great coolness
and determination, soon stopped the rebels who were following us. Night
came on, and it continued to freeze very hard. After we had crossed the
bridge the gun-horses completely broke down. Lieutenant Newcoman, P.A,
assisted by Colonel Hughes's rear guard, did everything in their power
to save the howitzer. I got Crompton's horse and put it in with my own
as leader, doing, driver myself. We then succeeded in moving the gun a
short distance, but it stuck fast again and got frozen firm into the
ground. At last the ammunition that remained was thrown into the river,
and the howitzer was spiked and abandoned."
Here we have to deal
with a painful incident. On the eve of the fight Papineau left St. Denis
at the request of Dr. Nelson, who seems to have said to him: "Do not
expose yourself uselessly, you will be of more service to us after the
fight than here." Papineau submitted, but at a subsequent period, in
1849, when political events had divided the two men, Nelson denied
having advised Papineau to depart. The latter is fairly entitled to the
benefit of the doubt, if any there be, on this point, and we must
conclude that Nelson did in truth tell him to go. But we venture to
think that had he declined the advice, posterity would have thought none
the worse of him for doing so.
Wetherall, who had been
prevented by the bad weather from marching on St. Charles on the 22nd,
the day of his departure from Chambly, as it had been settled, went
forward on the 25th, and reached St. Charles the same day. With troops
well equipped and provided with some pieces of artillery, he was
expected to make short work of the undisciplined bands of men under
Brown, with their wooden cannon and their old-fashioned muskets. In his
report on the affair at St. Charles, Brown declares that the number of
guns he had at the disposal of his men was one hundred and nine. About
two o'clock Wetherall approached within a short distance of the village
and opened fire on its best fortified point, a part of the place which
was enclosed by a palisade, and as the besieged, whom he hoped to
dislodge with his artillery, showed no signs of stirring, he gave the
signal for an assault. A fearful carnage ensued. An eyewitness asserts
that he counted one hundred and fifty dead, and all the houses, except
that of M. Debartzch, were committed to the flames.
It was said at the
time, that Brown took to flight before the action. He answered this
charge in a letter to Nelson in 1851, in which he says that, having gone
forward to reconnoitre, he had been forced to retreat with his men, whom
he strove in vain to control, but "finding after a long trial, my
strength and authority insufficient, I considered my command gone,
turned my horse and rode to meet you at St. Denis, where I arrived at
midnight."
After the affair at St.
Charles, quiet and a sense of terror prevailed on the Richelieu, but
Colborne deemed it expedient to make a fresh demonstration. On November
30th, under his orders, Gore set out anew for St. Denis by way of Sorel;
the same day he halted at St. Ours, and reached St. Denis on December
1st. Near that village his men discovered the body of Lieutenant Weir, a
young man of much distinction and greatly esteemed, who had fallen into
the hands of the Patriotes before the fight. He was mercilessly cut
down, on his attempting to escape, by the rebels to whose care he had
been committed by Nelson. Gore's men were excited to fury by the sight
of poor Weir's mangled body, and in spite of their commander, sacked the
village of St. Denis and committed every dwelling to the flames. There
was no real justification for the slaughtering of this officer, and the
deed was mercilessly avenged at St. Denis and elsewhere, as we shall see
later on. If men, before acting, would only reflect on the probable
consequences of their proposed actions, what calamities would be
avoided! But with popular commotions, wisdom and reflection have little
to do.
The disastrous
occurrence on the Richelieu River should have opened the eyes of the
infatuated Patriotes in the other sections of the country, but
unfortunately, reason had no hold on certain flre-brands of St Eustache
where Amury Girod, a self-appointed general, headed a band of excited
and misguided peasants. This Girod was a Swiss—and it may be here
remarked, as in the case of the two Nelsons and Storrow Brown, a
stranger to the people under his command. Colborne, with artillery,
horse and foot, an imposing army when compared to the rabble to be put
down, marched on St Eustache and met Dr. Chenier, who had replaced Girod;
the latter, on hearing of the approach of the English troops, had fled,
and fearing vengeance at the hands of the people, had committed suicide.
Colborne reached St. Eustache on December 14th. What then occurred will
be better told by one who took part in the action, Lieutenant Lysons,
from whose narrative we have already quoted:
"When approaching the
village, one brigade with the Field-Battery continued to advance on the
road running parallel to the river; the other brigade turned off to the
right and went across to the end of the street leading down the centre
of the village, at right angles to the river. Lines of skirmishers from
the village met the riverside brigade and opened fire on them, but soon
retired. The field-battery then opened fire on the church and stone
buildings around it; but there was no reply; so Sir John Colborne,
seeing that the houses were empty and that everything was quiet, thought
the rebels had retired and abandoned the place. He therefore sent
Brigade-Major Dickson and his aide-de-camp down the main street, facing
the great stone church, with orders to bring round the other brigade
into the village. As soon as they got down near the church a rattling
fire was opened on them, and they narrowly escaped with their lives. It
was now evident that there was yet to be a fight.
"One of the howitzers
was brought round into the main street, and an attempt was made to
batter in the big doors of the church, but this failed. Ned Wetherall of
the Royals then managed to creep round behind the houses and get into a
large stone house that was at right angles to the front of the church
and to windward of it; he there upset the burning stove on the floor,
and pulled every inflammable thing he could find over it. In a few
minutes the whole house was on fire, and volumes of smoke mantled the
front of the church. Colonel Wetherall took advantage of this and
advanced his regiment under cover of the smoke at the double down the
street. I jumped off my horse and went on with them. We got round to the
back of the church and found a small door leading into the sacristy,
which we battered in, and Ormsby and I rushed in, followed by some of
our men. We then turned to our left and went into the main body of the
church, which appeared quite dark, the windows being barricaded; here
the rebels began firing down on our heads. We could not get up to them
for the staircases were broken down, so Ormsby lighted a fire behind the
altar and got his men out.
"The firing from the
church windows then ceased, and the rebels began running out from some
low windows, apparently of a crypt or cellar. Our men formed up on one
side of the church, and the 32nd and 83rd on the other. Some of the
rebels ran out and fired at the troops, then threw down their arms and
begged for quarter. Our officers tried to save the Canadians, but the
men shouted 'Remember Jack Weir,' and numbers of these poor deluded
fellows were shot down."
After crushing the
Patriotes at St. Eustache, to the cry of "Remember Jack Weir,"
Colborne's soldiers shot down without mercy the unfortunate companions
of Chenier, and the country once more became quiet; but it was the
gloomy quiet of despair, for the situation was even more disheartening
than that which ensued after the capitulation of Quebec and Montreal.
With the constitution suspended and their leaders in prison or in exile,
what was to become of the Canadian people left to the mercy of a
triumphant government, "wielding the strong arm of undisputed power? No
man ventured to answer this portentous question, which was present in
the minds of all.
On December 5th, Lord
Gosford proclaimed martial law in the district of Montreal, and set a
price on the heads of Papineau, Nelson and the more noted of their
followers. Nelson fell into the hands of the enemy, but Papineau had
made good his escape. After the fight at St. Charles he betook himself
to St. Hyacinthe, and thence to the United States. His journey into
exile was performed under circumstances of extreme misery and hardship,
in the most severe weather of the year. Often suffering for lack of
food, half frozen, and compelled to struggle forward in the dark nights
of a Canadian winter, he was more than once reduced to the utmost
extremity by cold, hunger and exhaustion. But, coupled with his bodily
pains, was the mental anguish which he must have then felt and continued
to endure for many a long day. How could he banish for a moment from his
mind the memory of the arena wherein, for over twenty years, he had with
so much £clat and amid scenes of such thrilling excitement, steadily
held the first place, and the recollection of his native province, for
which he had dreamt so glorious a destiny, and which he now saw sinking
into a slough of despond amid the ruins of its shattered hopes?
In February, 1838,
Gosford returned to England, to be succeeded first by Colborne and then
by Lord Durham, High Commissioner, clad with extensive powers. The
latter found the prisons crowded with Patriotes, who had been taken with
arms in their hands. In place of sending them to trial and the scaffold,
he simply exiled some of them to Bermuda, amongst them being Wolfred
Nelson and It. S. M. Bouchette. His clemency did not meet the approval
of the English parliament, and the ordinance dealing with the political
prisoners was vetoed by the Melbourne government. Durham's pride would
not allow him to submit to this rebuke, and he resigned his position.
Undefined and extensive as they were, his powers could not justify the
sending into exile, without any trial, of the eight Bermuda prisoners.
It was an act in direct contravention of British procedure in criminal
matters, and one which parliament could not condone. Durham smarted
under the censure passed on his conduct, and issued, before leaving
Quebec, a proclamation which was a defence of his action, and which drew
down upon him from the Times the epithet of "Lord High Seditioner." When
accused of having violated the constitution, he retorted: "Where was the
law in a country where the executive took it upon themselves to spend
public money without the consent of the people?"
History has not given
credit to Durham for the humanitarian sentiments which inspired his
conduct in dealing with the insurgents. The penalty appointed by law for
the crime of high treason is death, and from motives of humanity the
high commissioner wanted to save from the scaffold Nelson, Bouchette and
many others who had been arrested in open rebellion.
Colborne returned to
power, and the task once more devolved upon him of crushing an outbreak,
that of 1838,—the second with which he had to deal Anything more crazy
than this wretched expedition headed by Robert Nelson and Dr. Cote, of
Napierville, it would be difficult indeed to imagine. There was no
prospect whatever of a successful issue to the attempt, and it was
manifest to the simplest understanding that it must involve in certain
destruction the deluded victims of men who were themselves carried away
by some unaccountable hallucination. Defeated at Lacolle and Odelltown,
Nelson returned to Vermont after the collapse of his unfortunate
invasion, covered with the ridicule he had richly earned by his
proclamation of a Canadian Republic and his own election as president,
and loaded with the awful responsibility of having caused the loss of
many lives, besides helping to hurry to the scaffold or into exile men
who had been duped by his fallacious representations.
Sentiments of humanity
and a horror of bloodshed had no place in the breast of a soldier such
as Colborne, the old "Firebrand," as he was called, who set fire to so
many villages that in some districts the sky became, as it were, a sea
of fire from the reflection of the fateful flames. All the insurgents
confined in the prison at Montreal were tried by courtmartial, and
ninety-nine of the most deeply involved were sentenced to death; twelve
were executed and the remainder transported to Australia, that far land
of exile where most of them had nothing to expect but a death more
lingering but no less certain than that of the scaffold. The punishment
exceeded the magnitude of the offence, and it would have been quite
sufficient, for the ends of 140 justice and sound policy had the
chastisement been limited to the chief offenders only. Complaints as to
the severity of repression come, it is true, with a bad grace from men
who undertake a revolt; but humanity never loses its rights. Colborne,
who was severe and implacable unto cruelty towards the Canadians, was a
prodigy of clemency in the eyes of the bureaucrats. Note the fact that
only twelve executions out of ninety-nine death sentences gratified the
thirst for blood of those who, with the Herald, in the fall of 1838,
called for a general slaughter of the prisoners on the score of economy:
"Why winter them over, why fatten them for the gibbet?" Such was the
pitch to which racial animosity had excited the minds of certain men in
those terrible days. In times of revolution and civil war, the spirit of
savagery latent in the hearts of men is easily roused to action.
Leibnitz was right in saying: Homo hoviini lupus. |