clearly with Baum and his regulars, who merely had to hold an
intrenched hill.

It was not a battle in which either military strategy or a
scientific management of troops was displayed. All that Stark did
was to place his men so that they could attack the enemy's
position on every side, and then the Americans went at it, firing
as they pressed on. The British and Germans stood their ground
stubbornly, while the New England farmers rushed up to within
eight yards of the cannon, and picked off the men who manned the
guns. Stark himself was in the midst of the fray, fighting with
his soldiers, and came out of the conflict so blackened with
powder and smoke that he could hardly be recognized. One
desperate assault succeeded another, while the firing on both
sides was so incessant as to make, in Stark's own words, a
"continuous roar." At the end of two hours the Americans finally
swarmed over the intrenchments, beating down the soldiers with
their clubbed muskets. Baum ordered his infantry with the bayonet
and the dragoons with their sabers to force their way through,
but the Americans repulsed this final charge, and Baum himself
fell mortally wounded. All was then over, and the British forces
surrendered.

It was only just in time, for Breymann, who had taken thirty
hours to march some twenty-four miles, came up just after Baum's
men had laid down their arms. It seemed for a moment as if all
that had been gained might be lost. The Americans, attacked by
this fresh foe, wavered; but Stark rallied his line, and putting
in Warner, with one hundred and fifty Vermont men who had just
come on the field, stopped Breymann's advance, and finally forced