bitterly enough that he had nothing to fear in prosperity and
nothing to hope for in adversity. Arnold pressed his part of the
attack with vigor and penetrated to the streets of the Lower Town
where he fell wounded. Captain Daniel Morgan, who took over the
command, was made prisoner.

Montgomery's fate was more tragic. In spite of protests from his
officers, he led in person the attack from the west side of the
fortress. The advance was along a narrow road under the towering
cliffs of a great precipice. The attack was expected by the
British and the guard at the barrier was ordered to hold its fire
until the enemy was near. Suddenly there was a roar of cannon and
the assailants not swept down fled in panic. With the morning
light the dead head of Montgomery was found protruding from the
snow. He was mourned by Washington and with reason. He had
talents and character which might have made him one of the chief
leaders of the revolutionary army. Elsewhere, too, was he
mourned. His father, an Irish landowner, had been a member of the
British Parliament, and he himself was a Whig, known to Fox and
Burke. When news of his death reached England eulogies upon him
came from the Whig benches in Parliament which could not have
been stronger had he died fighting for the King.


While the outlook in Canada grew steadily darker, the American
cause prospered before Boston. There Howe was not at ease. If it
was really to be war, which he still doubted, it would be well to
seek some other base. Washington helped Howe to take action.
Dorchester Heights commanded Boston as critically from the south
as did Bunker Hill from the north. By the end of February