on your part, until our united prayers may be presented to the General Court, and we receive an answer. If this request may be complied with, the government shall meet with no resistance from the people, but let each army occupy the post where they are now.
Daniel Shays, Captain.
Well , Shays sighed, letâs pray that that works .
It didnât.
Major General Lincolnâs Headquarters
Hadley, Massachusetts
February 3, 1787
General Benjamin Lincoln was not about to let Daniel Shays off so easily. He didnât trust Shays to not go back on his word and attack his army. Nor did he trust that Shays would not fade away into the hills to fight a guerilla war against the government.
But, above all, Lincoln didnât trust his own armyâs ability to play a waiting game against these blasted Regulators.
My army is falling apart! Lincoln thought to himself as he finished reading a dispatch from Major General John Paterson, his commander in the Berkshires. The antigovernment âfrenzy,â Paterson reported, infested the regions bordering New York and made him fear for his safety. He was demanding reinforcements.
âGeneral,â Lincolnâs cavalry commander, Colonel Burt, interrupted, âI must have a word with you. I was unable to send out patrols again tonight . . . the rate of desertions is simply too high.â The normally mild-mannered Lincoln flung Pattersonâs letter to the floor. âDesertions! Those madmen in the Berkshires!â he screamed. âAnd discipline is breaking down. Looting even here in Hadleyâby my own men! Damn it, this has to end!â
Both armiesâthe governmentâs and the Regulatorsââwere quickly collapsing. Lincolnâs militia enlistments would expire in late February. Victory now seemed to be a question of which side would dissolve first.
How , thought Lincoln, am I going to explain this to Governor Bowdoin? Or to General Washington?
âGeneral Lincoln?â a snow-covered lieutenant interrupted.
âWhat do you want?â Lincoln snapped.
âUh . . . weâve . . . weâve learned that Shays has evacuated his Pelham stronghold and has reached Petersham for the night.â
âPetersham? Where in tarnation is that?â
âItâs about thirty miles northeast of here, toward Gardner.â
âYes, yes, of course,â said Lincoln suddenly, very softly and calmly. A plan welled inside him. âGentlemen, alert the troops, we are headed for Petersham . . . tonight . . . now!â
âNow?â stammered Colonel Burt. âItâs nearly eight oâclock. Weâd have to travel through the nightâand in the most hostile territory.â
âAll the better to march by night, then,â answered Lincoln. âOur enemies will slumber peacefully and wake to some very unwelcome company.â
En Route to Petersham
New Salem, Massachusetts
February 3, 1787
General Lincoln and his troops had set off late but in fair weather. At 2:00 A.M ., however, and about halfway to Petersham, that changed quickly: Veritable blizzard descended upon them. Temperatures dropped, sheets of snow drifted, and the wind blew so violently that it blinded his caravan. Soon frostbite struck.
Lincolnâs men wondered what sort of madman had delivered them into such disaster, but they kept marching. They had no real choice.
Regulator Encampment
Petersham, Massachusetts
February 4, 1787
The weather was equally horrid at Petersham: freezing temperatures with near zero visibility. Daniel Shaysâ men may have shivered, but at least they shivered with a temporary sense of security. No one would dare attack them in this weather. Only a lunatic would dispatch an army in such conditions. Plus, it was now the Sabbathâa day of peace, when armies sheathed their swords and knelt in prayer. They rested without fear and without nearly enough sentries to
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