The sword is, as it were, consecrated to God; and the art of war becomes a part of our religion.” –Samuel Davies

Saturday, March 30, 2013

George Washington Dodges A Bullet

       I always love a neat story, especially when that story is just rife with the “what-if’s” that make history more than just the dry, dusty recitation of facts.  Here is such a story that involves the providential deliverance of none other than George Washington himself during the battle of Brandywine in September of 1777!

       In a private letter from Captain [Patrick] Ferguson, to his kinsman, Dr. Adam Ferguson, he details a very curious incident, which occurred while he lay, with his riflemen, in the skirt of a wood, in front of [Gen. Wilhelm von] Knyphausen's division.  "We had not lain long," says Captain Ferguson, "when a Rebel officer, remarkable by a hussar dress, passed towards our army, within a hundred yards of my right flank, not perceiving us.  He was followed by another, dressed in dark green and blue, mounted on a bay horse, with a remarkably high cocked hat.  I ordered three good shots to steal near to and fire at them; but the idea disgusting me, I recalled the order.  The hussar, in returning, made a circuit, but the other passed within a hundred yards of us, upon which I advanced from the wood towards him.  Upon my calling, he stopped; but after looking at me, he proceeded.  I again drew his attention, and made signs to him to stop, levelling [sic] my piece at him; but he slowly cantered away.  As I was within that distance, at which, in the quickest firing, I could have lodged half a dozen balls in or about him, before he was out of my reach, I had only to determine; but it was not pleasant to fire at the back of an unoffending individual, who was acquitting himself very coolly of his duty—so I let him alone.  The day after, I had been telling this story to some wounded officers who lay in the same room with me, when one of the surgeons, who had been dressing the wounded Rebel officers, came in, and told us, that they had been informing him that General Washington was all the morning with the light troops, and only attended by a French officer in hussar dress, he himself dressed and mounted in every point as above described.  I am not sorry that I did not know at the time who it was.”
       A British writer suggestively remarks, in this connection, that, "unfortunately Ferguson did not personally know Washington, otherwise the Rebels would have had a new General to seek."  Had Washington fallen, it is difficult to calculate its probable effect upon the result of the struggle of the American people.  How slight, oftentimes, are the incidents which, in the course of events, seem to give direction to the most momentous concerns of the human race.  This singular impulse of Ferguson, illustrates, in a forcible manner, the over-ruling hand of Providence in directing the operation of a man's mind when he himself is least of all aware of it.
       There is, however, some doubt whether it was really Washington whom Ferguson was too generous to profit by his advantage.  James Fenimore Cooper relates, in the New York Mirror, of April sixteenth, 1831, on the authority of his late father-in-law, Major John P. DeLancey, some interesting facts, corroborating the main features of the story.  DeLancey was the second in command of Ferguson's riflemen, and had seen Washington in Philadelphia the year before the commencement of the war. "During the manoeuvres [sic] which preceded the battle of Brandywine,'' said Mr. Cooper, "these riflemen were kept skirmishing in advance of one of the British columns.  They had crossed some open ground, in which Ferguson was wounded in the arm, and had taken a position in the skirts of a thick wood.  While Captain DeLancey  was occupied in arranging a sling for Ferguson's wounded arm, it was reported that an American officer of rank, attended  only  by a mounted orderly, had ridden into the open ground, and was then within point-blank rifle shot.  Two or three of the best marksmen stepped forward, and asked leave to bring him down.  Ferguson peremptorily refused; but he went to the wood, and showing himself, menaced the American with several rifles, while he called to him, and made signs to him to come in. The mounted officer saw his enemies, drew his reins, and sat looking at them attentively for a few moments.
       "A sergeant," continues Mr. Cooper, "now offered to hit the horse without injuring the rider, but Ferguson still withheld his consent, affirming that it was Washington reconnoitering, and that he would not be the instrument of placing the life of so great a man in jeopardy by so unfair means.  The horseman turned and rode slowly away.  To his last moment, Ferguson maintained that the officer whose life he had spared was Washington.  I have often heard Captain DeLancey relate these circumstances, and though he never pretended to be sure of the person of the unknown horseman, it was his opinion, from some particulars of dress and stature, that it was the Count Pulaski.  Though in error as to the person of the individual whom he spared, the merit of Major Ferguson is not at all diminished “ by its supposed correction.
       Captain Ferguson, as we have seen, encountered some American sharp-shooters in the battle as keen and skillful as himself in the use of the rifle, and received a dangerous wound which so shattered his right arm, as to forever after render it useless. 1

       Whether the “Rebel officer” was Washington or not (and I like to think that it was) is not important here.  If God moves the hearts of kings to accomplish His sovereign purposes (Prov. 21:1), then certainly He can and will move the hearts of lesser personages to do the same.  Ferguson himself will meet his fate on the slopes of King’s Mountain in October in 1780 after having inadvertently roused the “over mountain” men to oppose his forces.  That is another great story in itself… perhaps sometime we may cover that one too, Lord willing.

Christ, not man, is King!
Dale

1)      Lyman C. Draper, King’s Mountain and Its Heroes (Cincinnati, OH: Peter G. Thomson, 1881), p. 52-5.


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