In the evening of August 29th, Washington made the wise decision to evacuate his remaining forces in Brooklyn across to Manhattan Island. Using the cover of heavy rain and fog for the last two days, the boats crossed near silently under the guns of British warships and troops pressing on their lines. Chester's regiments was one of the last ones to evacuate.
In his own words:
It was one of the most anxious, busy nights that I ever recollect, and being the third in which hardly any of us had closed our eyes to sleep, we were greatly fatigued. As the dawn of the next day approached, those of us who remained in the trenches because very anxious for our own safety, and when the dawn appeared there were several regiments still on duty. At this time a very dense fog began to rise, and it seemed to settle in a peculiar manner over both encampments. I recollect this peculiar providential occurrence perfectly well; and so very dense was the atmosphere that I could scarcely discern a man at six yards distance.
Washington was one of the last boats to cross, but Tallmadge was one of the last ones to actually get across.
Because he went back for his horse (the same horse he lost during the Battle of White Plains in October).
The troops having now all safely reached New York, and the fog continuing as thick as ever, I began to think of my favorite horse, and requested leave to return and bring him off. Having obtained permission, I called for a crew of volunteers to go with me, and guiding the boat myself, I obtained my horse and got off some distance into the river before the enemy appeared in Brooklyn. As soon as they reached the ferry we were saluted merrily from their musketry, and finally by their field pieces; but we returned in safety.
So the start of my research into the 2nd Light and also Major Tallmadge, that whole recollection and retrieval of his horse sparked me to the idea that there was a story here. A very, very compelling one of a bold officer and spymaster. Intrepid and willing to take risks, but also exercise caution (Bedford ambush not withstanding in 1778), Tallmadge was very determined.
The second compelling information that made me realize I had a story on my hands was the broadside published by Stoddard's brother that denounced Colonel Sheldon and signed by almost all of the subalterns. Like who does that? Who has such a pissing match that they bring it out into the public for all of its ugly glory? More telling - what the heck was Tallmadge's reaction to said broadside?
(It's notable he did not say a single word about it in his memoir, but I will write a post about that later on as part of the Celebrating 250 series.)
So yes, readers, Tallmadge going back for his horse and barely escaping the incoming British forces during the evacuation to Manhattan Island is not fiction. It is fact.
