forward in close column, but the royal artillery,
concentrating their fire upon the solid mass, the Americans retreated,
leaving the British to pass the night without molestation, on
Chrystler's Farm. Indeed, the American infantry, after leaving the
field, re-embarked in great haste, while the dragoons trotted after
General Browne, who was on his way to Cornwall, entirely unconscious of
disaster. At the battle of Chrystler's Farm, the enemy lost in killed,
Brigadier-General Carrington, who fell at the head of his men, and
three other officers, and ninety-nine men, and they had one hundred and
twenty-one men wounded.

On the side of the British, Captain Nairne, of the 49th regiment,
Lieutenants Lorimier and Armstrong, and twenty-one men were killed, and
eight officers and one hundred and thirty-seven men were wounded, while
twelve men were missing.

General Wilkinson proceeded down the Sault and joined Browne, near
Cornwall. Hampton was confidently expected. The commander-in-chief had
positively instructed his general of division to form a junction with
the army from Sackett's Harbour at Cornwall, and he had not come.
Wilkinson, sick in body, and not a little mortified by the late defeat,
did not know very well what to do. To retreat by the way he came was
not quite so easy as to advance. The rapids presented innumerable
difficulties in the way of ascent, with an enemy lining the banks of
the river. And that which was more annoying forced itself strongly upon
his mind--the Canadians were both loyal and brave. His agony was most
excruciating when he received a letter from Hampton to the effect that
the Plattsburgh-Grand-Junction-Invading-Army was marching as
expeditiously as circumstances would allow out of Canada; that, in a
word it had been defeated and was in full retreat upon Champlain. An
anathema was about to be coupled by the worthy and much irritated
commander-in-chief with the name of Hampton, when Wilkinson recollected
that he too had been checked in the most extraordinary way, in the very
outset of a scheme so well calculated to subdue a country, only
occupied by three thousand soldiers, scattered over a frontier of
upwards of a thousand miles, and numbers of militia, formidable enough
in the woods, but no match for a well disciplined, well provided, and
numerous army, in the open field. The British regulars, elated with
their late success, were in his rear. A kind of highland glen was not
far in advance. He