The Notorious Benedict Arnold: A True Story of Adventure, Heroism & Treachery
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Most people know that Benedict Arnold was America's first, most notorious traitor. Few know that he was also one of its greatest Revolutionary War heroes. Steve Sheinkin's accessible biography, The Notorious Benedict Arnold, introduces young readers to the real Arnold: reckless, heroic, and driven. Packed with first-person accounts, astonishing American Revolution battle scenes, and surprising twists, this is a gripping and true adventure tale from history.
are in a wilderness nearly one hundred miles from any inhabitants.” “At this critical and alarming crisis a council was called to consider what was most prudent to be done,” remembered Abner Stocking. A few men slapped together a little lean-to of logs, and Arnold and his officers hunched and crowded inside. There was a fire in the middle of the space, but all it managed to do was blind the men with smoke rising from the soggy logs. Surrounded by bursts of coughs and sneezes, Arnold reviewed
He heard the sounds of snoring men, smelled the bodies, and when his eyes adjusted to the dark he saw that the floor was covered with mattresses, and the mattresses crowded with sleepers. The innkeeper tiptoed over and pointed out a mattress with only one body. Tripping over hands and faces to get there, André stripped off his soaking uniform and slipped under the covers beside an enormous man. At least it was warm. The man rolled over and greeted André. They started whispering back and forth,
held a match to a cannon touchhole, but instead of firing, the gun burst and hot metal splinters sliced through the crew. All over the American fleet, bodies were tossed overboard to get them out of the way—and to keep them from spreading panic among those still fighting. Arnold’s crews were getting shot at from land as well. “The enemy landed a large number of Indians on the island and each shore, who kept up an incessant fire on us,” Arnold said. A few of his best marksmen tied themselves to
British were on the move. Gates sent Wilkinson out to take a look. “I perceived about half a mile from the line of our encampment several columns of the enemy,” he said. “I returned and reported to the general, who asked me what appeared to be the intentions of the enemy.” “I think, sir, they offer you battle,” Wilkinson told Gates. “And what is your opinion?” asked Gates. “I would indulge them.” Gates nodded. “Well, then, order Morgan on to begin the game.” Arnold stood in front of his
finally noticed the commander-in-chief standing on the muddy riverbank, looking annoyed. Lamb raced down. “Is not General Arnold here?” demanded Washington. “No, sir,” said Lamb. “We have not seen him on this side of the river today.” “The impropriety of his conduct when he knew I was to be there struck me very forcibly,” Washington later said. “But I had not the least idea of the real cause.” Then, as he inspected West Point, he began to see that something was very wrong. The fort looked