Brave and courteous were these two commanders, and Lieutenant Gordon of the St.Lawrence gave his captor a letter which read, in part: "In the event of Captain Boyle's becoming a prisoner of war to any British cruiser I consider it a tribute justly due to his humane and generous treatment of myself, the surviving officers, and crew of His Majesty's late schooner St.Lawrence, to state that his obliging attention and watchful solicitude to preserve our effects and render us comfortable during the short time we were in his possession were such as justly entitle him to the indulgence and respect of every British subject."The Prince de Neuchatel had the honor of beating off the attack of a forty-gun British frigate--an exploit second only to that of the General Armstrong in the harbor of Fayal.This privateer with a foreign name hailed from New York and was so fortunate as to capture for her owners three million dollars' worth of British merchandise.With Captain J.Ordronaux on the quarterdeck, she was near Nantucket Shoals at noon on October 11, 1814, when a strange sail was discovered.As this vessel promptly gave chase, Captain Ordronaux guessed-and as events proved correctly--that she must be a British frigate.She turned out to be the Endymion.
The privateer had in tow a prize which she was anxious to get into port, but she was forced to cast off the hawser late in the afternoon and make every effort to escape.
The breeze died with the sun and the vessels were close inshore.
Becalmed, the privateer and the frigate anchored a quarter of a mile apart.Captain Ordronaux might have put his crew on the beach in boats and abandoned his ship.This was the reasonable course, for, as he had sent in several prize crews, he was short-handed and could muster no more than thirty-seven men and boys.The Endymion, on the other hand, had a complement of three hundred and fifty sailors and marines, and in size and fighting power she was in the class of the American frigates President and Constitution.Quite unreasonably, however, the master of the privateer decided to await events.
The unexpected occurred shortly after dusk when several boats loaded to the gunwales with a boarding party crept away from the frigate.Five of them, with one hundred and twenty men, made a concerted attack at different points, alongside and under the bow and stern.Captain Ordronaux had told his crew that he would blow up the ship with all hands before striking his colors, and they believed him implicitly.This was the hero who was described as "a Jew by persuasion, a Frenchman by birth, an American for convenience, and so diminutive in stature as to make him appear ridiculous, in the eyes of others, even for him to enforce authority among a hardy, weatherbeaten crew should they do aught against his will." He was big enough, nevertheless, for this night's bloody work, and there was no doubt about his authority.
While the British tried to climb over the bulwarks, his thirty-seven men and boys fought like raging devils, with knives, pistols, cutlases, with their bare fists and their teeth.A few of the enemy gained the deck, but the privateersmen turned and killed them.Others leaped aboard and were gradually driving the Americans back, when the skipper ran to the hatch above the powder magazine, waving a lighted match and swearing to drop it in if his crew retreated one step further.Either way the issue seemed desperate.But again they took their skipper's word for it and rallied for a bloody struggle which soon swept the decks.
No more than twenty minutes had passed and the battle was won.
The enemy was begging for quarter.One boat had been sunk, three had drifted away filled with dead and wounded, and the fifth was captured with thirty-six men in it of whom only eight were unhurt.The American loss was seven killed and twenty-four wounded, or thirty-one of her crew of thirty-seven.Yet they had not given up the ship.The frigate Endymion concluded that once was enough, and next morning the Prince de Neuchatel bore away for Boston with a freshening breeze.
Those were merchant seamen also who held the General Armstrong against a British squadron through that moonlit night in Fayal Roads, inflicting heavier losses than were suffered in any naval action of the war.It is a story Homeric, almost incredible in its details and so often repeated that it can be only touched upon in this brief chronicle.The leader was a kindly featured man who wore a tall hat, side-whiskers, and a tail coat.His portrait might easily have served for that of a New England deacon of the old school.No trace of the swashbuckler in this Captain Samuel Reid, who had been a thrifty, respected merchant skipper until offered the command of a privateer.
