him to the Vulture, he crossed the river at King's Ferry, and in dis

guise endeavored to reach the British lines. Near Tarrytown, a small stream crosses the road, and runs through a deep ravine. André, who had been guided by Smith as far as Pine's Bridge, had reached this point, when he was stopped by John Paulding, Isaac Van Wart, and David Williams, three young Americans, out to arrest suspicious characters. "Gentlemen!" said André, "I hope you belong to our party." "What party?" said Paulding. "The Lower Party," replied André. On their telling him that they did, he said, "I am a British officer, out in the country on particular business, and I hope you will not detain me a minute." Pulling out Arnold's pass, he dismounted, and urged them to let him proceed, or they would bring themselves into trouble, by thwarting the General's business which he had in hand. The pass was all right, and they would have let him go had he not said that he was a British officer, and showed a gold watch, which at that time seems to have been proof positive that the owner was in British pay.

They took André into the bushes, and compelled him to strip to examine him. They found no papers, and began to think that they were wrong, when, on drawing off his boots, they found papers between his foot and stocking. They were documents from Arnold, giving the position of the force at West Point, its strength, artillery, etc. Now thoroughly alarmed, André endeavored to buy them off, but they sturdily refused. "No!" said Paulding, "if you would give us ten thousand guineas, you shall not stir one step."

They conducted their prisoner to North Castle, the nearest military post, and delivered him and the papers to Lieutenant-Colonel Jameson.

That officer, evidently bound to Arnold by some secret tie, attempted to send André and the papers to that discovered traitor. Major Tall

madge coming in prevented this, but Jameson sent word to Arnold of André's arrest.

them, as urgent business

The traitor was at breakfast with his aides, when Jameson's letter was placed in his hands. Controlling himself, he apologized for leaving required him to start at once. Hastening up stairs, he told his wife the failure of the plot, and leaving her in a swoon, he hastened to the river-side, and in a boat made his way to the Vulture.

Such was the astonishing intelligence placed in Washington's hands. The unfortunate André, detained by Tallmadge's wise resolution, wrote to Washington, acknowledging his real name and rank. He was by Washington's orders conveyed to West Point.

After making all the arrangements necessary for the safety of that post, Washington appointed a court-martial for the trial of André. It met in an old Dutch Church at Tappan. This court, composed of Generals Greene, Stirling, St. Clair, Lafayette, Steuben, Stark, and others of the noblest sentiments, decided that Major André ought to be considered a spy, and suffer death. He was executed on the 2d of October, 1780.

Young, brave, talented, a general favorite with all, Major André's fate excited the greatest sympathy in England. The fate of Captain Hale has never met any such sympathy, and many Americans, even, join in the English tide of opinion, forgetful of their own heroic Hale. André now lies in Westminster Abbey, to which his body was removed by the British Government in 1821.

Clinton made every effort to save André, but nothing short of the surrender of Arnold would have availed him.

The desertion of Arnold, and the audacity with which he made re

ligion a pretext for his treason, roused the indignation of every American. There was one thought in all minds, to capture and punish the traitor. A bold, and almost desperate attempt was made by Sergeant Champe, who, with Washington's knowledge, deserted to the enemy in such a way that officers and men believed him a fit companion for Arnold. The English did so, for he was rescued by them from the pursuit of American cavalry by some galleys in the river.

He enlisted in Arnold's legion, and formed a plan, by the aid of some patriots in the city, to seize Arnold in the garden back of his house, which he always entered about midnight. They were then to gag him and row him over to Hoboken. On the very day fixed for the execution of this bold plan Arnold changed his quarters, and the opportunity was lost.

The remarkable manner in which Arnold's treachery, so nearly car ried out, was defeated and brought to nought, excited admiration on all sides. Washington himself said in a letter to a friend: "In no instance since the commencement of the war, has the interposition of Providence appeared more remarkably conspicuous, than in the res cue of the post and garrison at West Point."

Among the closing events of this year's campaign was the brilliant achievement of Major Benjamin Tallmadge, who, starting from Fairfield, Connecticut, with eight boats, with eighty men of Sheldon's dragoons, crossed Long Island Sound, and at dawn on the 23d of November, unperceived by the enemy, rushed in three columns on their works at Fort St. George, on the south side of Long Island. With the cry of "Washington and Glory," the three detachments scaled the palisade and entered, carrying the main work within at the point of the bayonet in less than ten minutes. After the British struck