y, took Arnold's division away from him, and did not mention him
in the dispatches describing the battle.

The eve of the second battle found the most successful and popular
general in the American army without a command. Gates, deeming victory
certain, thought it safe to insult Arnold, and banished him to his tent;
but on October 7th, when the second struggle was in progress, Arnold,
seeing the tide of battle going against his men, threw himself upon his
horse and dashed into the conflict. In a frenzy of rage, he dressed the
lines, rallied his men, who cheered like mad when they saw him again at
their head, and led a charge which sent the British reeling back. He
pursued the fleeing enemy to their entrenchments, and dashed forward to
storm them, but, in the very sally-port, horse and rider fell
together--the horse dead, the rider with a shattered leg. That ended the
battle which he had virtually conducted in the most gallant manner
imaginable. Had he died then, he would have been a national hero--but
another fate awaited him!

Gates had not been on the field. He had remained in his tent, ready to
ride away in case of defeat. He had ordered all the baggage wagons
loaded, ready to retreat, for he was by no means the kind of general who
burns his bridges behind him. His jealousy of Arnold mounted to fever
heat, but that hero, lying grievously wounded in his tent, was for the
moment beyond reach of his envy.

Burgoyne attempted to retreat, but found it was too late. Surrounded
and hemmed in on every side, he turned and turned for six days seeking
vainly for some way out; but there was no escaping, the American army
was growing in numbers and confidence daily, and his own supplies were
running short. Pride and ambition yielded at last to stern necessity and
he surrendered.

Gates, believing himself a second Alexander, became so inflated with
conceit that he did not even send a report of the surrender to
Washington, but communicated it direct to the Congress, over the head of
his commander-in-chief. Weak and envious, he entered heart and soul into
the plot to supplant Washington in supreme command; but his real
incompetency was soon apparent, for, at the battle of Camden, making
blunder after blunder, he sent his army to disastrous defeat, and was
recalled by the Congress, his northern laurels, as had been predicted,
changed to southern willows. So blundering had been his conduct of the
only campaign that he had managed