Georg Ye Third Entertains
The old warrior's spirit was going to take a deal of breaking. On the morning after he had been weighted with irons and promised a halter, he called like a lord for ink and quill and addressed a letter to General Prescott. He reminded that officer of Colonel Allen's generous treatment of British taken at Ticonderoga, and contrasted it with the mean condition he found himself in at the hands of the British of Montreal. He demanded that it cease.
Hearing nothing from Prescott, he wrote a letter to General Carleton, but still received no reply. For the next six weeks he remained in the heavy irons, sitting on the chest in the darkest hold of the ship. During this period he was subjected --possibly on orders from higher up--to all sorts of abuse by many but not all of his captors. He replied to all insults with a steady stream of profanity so gorgeous that the guards, who were British regulars and therefore able men at cursing, were often stunned into silence.
Everything possible was being done to break the prisoner's spirit, but even solitary confinement, forty-pound leg irons, and insulting language failed to do it. From the stinking murk