The Green Mountain Hero: Ethan Allen

January 6, 1776, 9:32 am
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By the time we got to England, my men and I were shells of what we had been before thanks to our wonderful sea captain. Luckily, the crown was starting to realize that if they treated American prisoners of war badly, the same fate could befall the numerous redcoat officers who were captured by the Americans. As a result, upon arriving in England I was treated extremely well. Instead of being brought to a prison, I was instead confined to a castle where I was fed breakfast and dinner from the lord’s table.

Being one of the few Americans in England, I became a tourist attraction in the port of Falmouth. People came from over fifty miles away to talk with me. I even had the pleasure of discussing philosophy and religion with two clergymen who were surprised at my knowledge of the Scriptures. LOL. I showed them. I actually know quite a bit about theology since my education with Reverend Lee was entirely of a religious nature. In fact, I know so much I’ve thought about writing a book on theology (I’ve even got a good idea for a title: Reason, the only oracle of man; or a compendious system of natural religion). Who knows? Maybe one day, some kid will write a report about me for a class in some Pennsylvania school and mention it.

Well, now I’m going to stop and go back to my other pastime while I’m here in England: playing the Age of Empires video game. That game is so awesome! I also watched a little Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and quite enjoyed it (I’ll say this for the British: they’re very humorous). However, the library ordered me to bring it back or pay a £0.50 fine (some nobleman up in Scotland ordered the movie and will be “very upset if he doesn’t get it”).


January 6, 1776, 12:00 am
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I am now sitting in a castle in Falmouth, England as a prisoner of war. You may be wondering how I got here. Let me start back at the attack on Montreal.

The plan was that Brown would attack from the south, while I attacked from the north. I began my attack, but for some reason Brown never arrived (the story is that he got too busy watching the Yankees-Red Sox game). Without Brown’s forces, my men were doomed. Even worse, about fifty of my men dispersed as the British advanced. There was also no chance of retreat (the British had made certain of that). As much as I hated to admit it, it appeared that I would be forced to surrender or die. When a young British officer attacked me, I shouted that I would surrender if my men and I would be treated decently. I was taken to General Prescott’s headquarters. When the General heard that I was the Ethan Allen of Fort Ticonderoga, he almost struck me in rage. When his aide-de-camp restrained him by appealing to his honor, he ordered his soldiers to execute thirteen of my men. I couldn’t bear to see these loyal men killed and as the redcoats raised their muskets I jumped in front of them and requested that they bayonet me before they killed my men. The General decided that I was too valuable a prisoner to kill and ordered his men to lower their muskets.

I was taken to a ship anchored off the coast of Canada. When American soldiers began attacking a nearby town, I was transferred to another ship going to England. I had the misfortune of being on the ship commanded by Brook Watson, a fiendish man who loved to torment me. I, with thirty-three other men, was confined to a small twenty by twenty-two feet room for the entire voyage. Not only that, Watson fed us all the meat we could eat, and then when we became thirsty, refused us water.

Well, I think I’ve written long enough for now. I’ll give more detail in the next post.