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Narrated by Arthur Morey
Steve VogelUnabridged — 14 hours, 42 minutes
Narrated by Arthur Morey
Steve VogelUnabridged — 14 hours, 42 minutes
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…Steve Vogel does a superb job of bringing this woeful tale to life. He leavens his fast-paced narrative with lively vignettes of the principal participants in this folly, beginning with [George] Cockburn and Francis Scott Key…
"A swift, vibrant account of the accidents, intricacies and insanities of war." ---Kirkus Starred Review
With primary-source research in UK and U.S. collections, Vogel (military journalist, Washington Post; The Pentagon) writes about the final weeks of the War of 1812, from August through September 1814, when the British burned Washington, DC, and then attacked Baltimore in a war of choice that nevertheless had unifying results: the ultimate deliverance of the nation's capital and the iconic "Star Spangled Banner"—both the Fort McHenry flag and the commemorative anthem. Vogel includes character studies of many primary figures, including Britain's Rear Admiral George Cockburn and Major General Robert Ross, American attorney Francis Scott Key, James and Dolley Madison, and various American military leaders. He also addresses the roles of African Americans and Native Americans during this war. He reminds readers that the young United States was not yet truly independent of British control and was subject to interior squabbles as well. Even seasoned historians may not know of the looting by local populations in contrast to relative British restraint, or that the banner held by the Smithsonian Institution is the larger garrison flag rather than the smaller flag of which Key wrote. VERDICT Complementing Donald R. Hickey's War of 1812 and Alan Taylor's The Civil War of 1812, this title will contribute to making this war no longer one of our "forgotten" conflicts.—Frederick J. Augustyn Jr., Lib. of Congress, Washington, DC
Vogel interweaves a detailed military history of the War of 1812 as fought in and around Washington, DC, with the story of Francis Scott Key and the writing of “The Star-Spangled Banner.” Arthur Morey makes the story seem to tell itself. He has an affable, slightly hoarse everyman’s voice, easy to listen to and undistracting. His manner is low-key and never calls attention to the performance. He modulates tone to sense with precision but maintains a conversational ease, like a friendly expert personally telling us what happened. The balance of formality and intimacy fits both the nonfiction genre and the medium of audiobooks. A few editing mistakes won’t stop listeners from being absorbed in this production. W.M. © AudioFile 2014, Portland, Maine
Veteran Washington Post military reporter Vogel (The Pentagon, 2007), returns with a brisk chronicle of the critical closing months of the War of 1812--specifically, the British attacks on Washington and Baltimore. The experienced author knows how to write about the military and its human and martial conflicts, so the battle and strategy scenes have a clarity that surpasses what even the several maps provide. He begins in the summer of 1814 with the British planning their attack. They were eager for payback after the American invasion of Canada two years earlier. Vogel focuses on Rear Adm. George Cockburn--a figure he revisits throughout--who was especially intent on capturing and torching Washington. Vogel follows a number of other principals, too, among them Francis Scott Key, James Madison and James Monroe, Dolley Madison, Mary Pickersgill (who made the Star Spangled Banner flag) and numerous others. Vogel hopscotches around the terrain, showing us snapshots of the Royal Navy, the American defenses, British commanders, civilians, politicians and so on, creating in the process a colorful (and rarely sanguinary) mosaic of the events. He shows us the burning of the capital, but we also see the ambivalence some of the British expressed as they destroyed what they recognized as beautiful works of public architecture. Vogel examines the scramble to ready Baltimore for the next assault; we go inside Fort William McHenry (over which the Star Spangled Banner would fly the morning following the fierce British assault). Periodically, the author takes us to Ghent, where negotiators (among them, John Quincy Adams) were working to end the war. A swift, vibrant account of the accidents, intricacies and insanities of war.
| BN ID: | 2940170463275 |
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| Publisher: | Tantor Audio |
| Publication date: | 06/10/2013 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
PRELUDE
I See Nothing Else Left
Potomac River, Tuesday, August 9, 1814
Sailing under a white flag of truce, American agent John Stuart Skinner rounded Point Lookout and entered the broad mouth of the Potomac River, searching for the enemy fleet. The river was at its widest here, three miles from shore to shore where its water fl owed lazily into the Chesapeake Bay. The sultry August weather had turned cool overnight, and the day was refreshingly crisp. Even from a distance it was easy to spot HMS Albion, anchored along the far Virginia shore. The 74– gun frigate, weighing nearly 1,700 tons and manned by a crew of 620, was one of the largest and most powerful British warships ever seen in these waters, and it was accompanied by nearly two dozen brigs, sloops, and tenders. More daunting than the ships and weaponry was the man the agent had come to see: Rear Admiral George Cockburn. The “Great Bandit,” as the papers called him, was the most hated man in the United States, and the most feared. Americans compared him to notorious barbarians of ancient times, among them Attila the Hun.
For more than a year, the British squadron commander had waged a campaign of terror along the Chesapeake Bay, sacking Havre de Grace, Maryland, at the mouth of the Susquehanna, ravaging Hampton, plundering the Virginia shoreline, and torching farms in Maryland, acts that had infuriated Americans. Ruthless, witty, and swashbuckling, the lowlands Scot was determined to make Americans pay a hard price for their ill- considered war with Great Britain.
“[T]here breathes not in any quarter of the globe a more savage monster than this same British Admiral,” the Boston Gazette declared. “He is a disgrace to England and to human nature.” A Fourth of July celebration in Talbot County, Maryland, included a toast to Cockburn, “a man in person but a brute in principle; may the Chesapeake be his watery grave.” One irate Virginian had offered a thousand dollars for the admiral’s head or “five hundred dollars for each of his ears, on delivery.”
Skinner had sailed from Baltimore on August 7, 1814, bearing official dispatches for the British. As the government’s designated prisoner of war agent, Skinner was a veteran of many such missions, routinely carrying communications from Washington or negotiating prisoner exchanges. He was as familiar as anyone in America with Cockburn and his depredations. Just three weeks previously, the British had burned the Maryland plantation in Prince Frederick where Skinner had been born, and earlier in the summer, they had torched his barn and property at nearby St. Leonard. But if he held a grudge, Skinner was too savvy to make it known to Cockburn.
As usual, Skinner was courteously welcomed aboard Albion. For all of Cockburn’s haughty bombast and undisputed ruthlessness, Skinner had found him to be a gracious host, always seating Skinner for a meal at the admiral’s table and ready “to mitigate the rigors of war” with hospitality. Skinner had a rough- and- tumble personality to match his pugilistic face, as well as an innate candor, all of which Cockburn appreciated.
The admiral, his Scottish complexion reddened by the relentless Chesapeake sun, was in a good mood, having just completed a series of successful raids that had terrified residents along the Potomac shores of Virginia’s Northern Neck. At 2 a.m. on August 3, Cockburn had headed up the Yeocomico River, probing the inlet off the Potomac with a force of 500 sailors and Royal Marines in twenty barges. Among them, dressed in red coats, were a special company of 120 Colonial Marines— slaves who had escaped to the British from plantations in Virginia and Maryland, and trained to fight their former masters. Their use was a particularly brilliant and insidious stroke, unleashing deep seated fears among the locals of a slave revolt.
A Virginia militia artillery company waiting at Mundy’s Point fired on the British with six- pounder cannons, and the first shot beheaded a Royal Marine in the lead boat. But the Virginians soon ran low on ammunition, and the British swarmed ashore. Major Pemberton Claughton, a Virginia militia commander, was shocked to see a slave who had escaped from his plantation among the invaders. The admiral and his “gallant band” chased the retreating Americans ten miles almost at a run, burning every house they passed, including Major Claughton’s home. Finally, the raiding party collapsed on the ground, exhausted in the 90- degree heat. But there was no time for rest— Cockburn learned that the Virginia militia was regrouping at the nearby village of Kinsale.
“What! Englishmen tired with a fine morning’s walk like this,” cried Cockburn. “Here, give me your musket; here, yours, my man. Your admiral will carry them for you.” He placed a musket on each shoulder and began marching, rousing the men.
Returning to their boats, the British sailed to Kinsale, opened fire on the town, and scattered the militia. The village was burned and some thirty homes destroyed. A dead Virginia militiaman was dragged out, his pockets turned inside out and rifled. The British carried off five captured schooners brimming with hogsheads of tobacco, five prisoners, a field gun, and two horses belonging to a militia commander and his son.
Spreading fear was Cockburn’s mission, and the sack of Kinsale had served this goal quite well. Back on the ships, Cockburn was even more pleased by the news brought to him August 7 by two British frigates, freshly arrived in the Potomac from Bermuda: Troopships carrying 4,000 battle- hardened British army soldiers would soon sail into the Chesapeake.
Captain Robert Rowley, commander of one of the squadron’s ships, mused about the news in a letter home to England. “I suppose some grand attack will be meditated,” he wrote. A grand attack was precisely what Cockburn had in mind.
Three weeks earlier, on July 17, Cockburn had submitted a secret plan to capture the capital of the United States. All he needed were army troops that he could bring up the Patuxent River, a Maryland tributary of the Chesapeake providing a back route to Washington. “Within forty- eight hours after arrival in the Patuxent of such a force, the city of Washington might be possessed without difficulty or opposition of any kind,” Cockburn had written to Vice Admiral Sir Alexander Cochrane, the fleet commander, then in Bermuda assembling reinforcements.
The British invasion of the Chesapeake was meant to force the United States to divert troops it had sent to attack British colonies in Canada. But Cockburn saw the possibility for more. The fall of the American capital could be the strategic blow that brought Britain victory. The government of James Madison, or “Jemmy,” as Cockburn contemptuously called the five- foot, four- inch president, would be scattered and disgraced, and perhaps even fall. “It is quite impossible for any country to be in a more unfit state for war than this now is,” he told Cochrane. Even if the Americans learned every detail of the British plan of attack, Cockburn added, they were too weak to “avert the blow.”
Now in its third year, America’s war with Great Britain was about to take a dangerous turn for the United States.
The War of 1812 was an outgrowth of the titanic struggle that had raged between England and France almost continuously since 1793, when the French Revolutionary government declared war on Great Britain. That conflict had only grown more desperate with the rise of Napoleon Bonaparte as emperor of France and his dominance over much of Europe by 1811. Fighting in their mind for England’s survival— and even the survival of civilization— the British never hesitated to trample on American sovereignty to support the war’s ends. They seized American sailors of suspected British origin to man Royal Navy ships, and they severely restricted U.S. trade with Europe.
One generation removed from the revolutionary War, the United States seethed with resentment against her former colonial master. For many Americans in 1812, the belief was strong that the revolution was not complete, that the United States had won its freedom, but not its independence. Bowing to the arrogant British behavior would leave Americans “not an independent people, but colonists and vassals,” President Madison believed. In Congress, the war hawks— an aptly named band of representatives from the South and West— were eager to see North America cleared of the British, allowing unimpeded expansion to the west, and, some hoped, to the north. In June 1812, a bitterly divided Congress, split on both party and geographic lines, had narrowly agreed to declare war.
Already fighting a war in Europe, Britain had not sought the conflict with America. But it had no interest in allowing the United States unfettered sovereignty, nor did it wish to cede any measure of control in North America. The Americans and the Loyalists who had moved across the border into Canadian territory after the American Revolution had competing visions for the future of the North American continent, neither involving the other.
The American war against one of the world’s great powers had gone badly from the start for the United States and its small, unprepared military forces. Multiple invasions of the British colonies of Upper and Lower Canada had ended in humiliating failure in 1812 and 1813.
Now, driven by events across the ocean, 1814 was shaping up to be the darkest year in the young nation’s history. Napoleon’s abdication of power in April appeared to have ended two decades of hostilities in Europe. The British had been left in a commanding position to end the festering war in North America. Troops from the Duke of Wellington’s victorious army were being sent across the ocean to punish America for its treachery, and to force a humiliating peace on the country. The United States, its military forces spread thin, its economy in ruins, and its people bitterly divided by the war, was ripe for defeat. The American experiment was in danger of dying in its infancy.
Walking the deck of Albion, Cockburn chatted amiably with Skinner. Cockburn handed the American agent a dispatch for Secretary of State James Monroe and a message for the Russian minister in Washington. As a courtesy, he also passed along a bundle of the latest English newspapers, though the most recent was already more than two months old. Skinner brought Cockburn news of “severe” fighting in July on the Niagara frontier between the United States and Canada, where American and British armies at Chippewa and Lundy’s Lane had clashed in the bloodiest battles the war had yet seen.
They spoke about peace negotiations in the Flemish city of Ghent, where ministers from the United States and Britain had just convened. Few held much hope for peace. Cockburn knew all the British commissioners and complained to Skinner that they were a decidedly mediocre lot. The admiral posed a question: What did the American ministers think of the prospects for peace? Skinner replied that there had been no recent word from them.
Cockburn could not resist smiling as he replied. The admiral was well aware that his words would soon make their way back to Washington, and almost certainly to the president himself.
“I believe, Mr. Skinner, that Mr. Madison will have to put on his armor and fight it out,” Cockburn said. “I see nothing else left.”
CHAPTER 1
How Do You Like the War Now?
Terra Rubra, Maryland, Wednesday, August 10, 1814
The complacency in Washington bothered Francis Scott Key as much as anything. On August 10, the thirty- four- year- old attorney took up his pen to write his closest friend, John Randolph of Roanoke. The brilliant but eccentric congressman had retreated in self-imposed exile to his cabin in south- central Virginia after his efforts to avert war with England had failed and voters had tossed him out of office for his troubles. Key often wrote his brooding friend, keeping him abreast of developments in Washington.
Though the administration of President James Madison had mobilized over the summer to protect Washington against the British threat, Key was painfully aware that little, in fact, had been done. “The government seem to be under little or no expectation of an attack upon the city,” Key wrote to Randolph. “With the present force of the enemy there is no danger; but if they are considerably reinforced, and we not better prepared, the approaching Congress may have more to do than to talk.”
Key was at his parents’ farm at Terra Rubra, in the rolling hills of central Maryland, where he always retreated with his wife and children to escape the suffocating heat of Washington in summer. After a half- dozen years practicing law from his Georgetown office, Key had established himself as one of the foremost attorneys in the capital. But business always grew slow in summer, more so than ever this year, with the threat of Cockburn and the British on the horizon.
Slender and of medium height, with a wiry frame and a slight stoop, Key had a mop of dark brown curly hair atop his handsome face, with an aquiline nose and deep- set blue eyes. His face often bore a pensive expression “almost bordering on sadness,” according to a contemporary, “but which, in moments of special excitement . . . gave place to a bright ethereality of aspect and a noble audacity of tone and gesture which pleased while it dazzled the beholder.”
Key’s court oratory was attracting attention, as much for his style and charisma as for any legal brilliance. His language was beautiful, his voice sonorous, and his enunciation impeccable. But what people noticed most was the passion— “like lightning charging his sentences with electrical power,” a courtroom observer would say.
Randolph’s last letter to Key had expressed hope that peace might be in the offing, but the latter did not share his optimism. “I do not think (as you seem to do) that our labours are nearly over— I do not believe we shall have peace,” Key wrote. “England will not treat with us but on high & haughty terms.”
Before posting his letter, Key added a postscript with disturbing news about the British: “I have just read intelligence of the arrival of this formidable reinforcement & am preparing to set out for Geo Town in the morning— I fear we are little prepared for it.”
