By Susan F. Craft
General Baron de Kalb |
General Baron de Kalb was born in Germany in 1721. He served with
distinction in the French Army during the War of Austrian Succession and the
Seven Years’ War.
In 1768 on behalf of France, he traveled to America on a covert
mission to determine the level of discontent amongst colonists.
In 1777, he returned with his protégé, the Marquis de Lafayette,
and joined the Continental Army.
On August 16, 1780, five miles north of Camden, SC, British
forces under Lt. General Charles, Lord Cornwallis defeated the American forces
under the command of Major General Horatio Gates.
Gates had over 4,000 men, but only 2,000 were effective for
combat. Many succumbed to the heat and also the night before, the men had been
fed green corn, causing many to suffer bowel problems.
Lt. General, Lord Cornwallis |
Cornwallis had around 2,100 men. Six hundred were Loyalist
militia and Volunteers of Ireland, and 1,500 were regular troops. Cornwallis
also had the infamous and highly experienced Tarleton's Legion, around 250
cavalry and 200 infantry.
The British troops opened the battle by firing a volley into the
militia, followed by a bayonet charge. The militia, lacking bayonets, panicked
and ran away. The panic spread to the North Carolina militia, and they also
fled. Gates bolted with the first of the militia to run from the field and took
refuge 60 miles away in Charlotte, NC. Before he ran, he ordered his right
flank under General Baron de Kalb to attack the British militia.
Under de Kalb, the Continentals fought hard, but they numbered
only 600 to 2,000 British troops. Cornwallis ordered Tarleton's cavalry to
charge the rear of the Continental line. The cavalry charge broke up the
formation of the Continental troops.
De Kalb tried to rally his men but was fatally wounded.
After only one hour of combat, the Americans were utterly
defeated, suffering over 2,000 casualties. Tarleton's cavalry pursued and harried
the retreating Continental troops for 20 miles.
The terrible route for the Americans at the Battle of Camden
strengthened the British hold on the Carolinas that were already reeling from
the capture of Charleston, SC, by General Sir Henry Clinton in January 1780.
Here’s how Andrew, a character in my novel, The Chamomile, described General de Kalb.
You see, General de Kalb
wasn’t one of those officers that puts space between him and his men. He was
one of us. Most times when we traveled, he didn’t ride his horse, but marched
along beside us. Came around each night and shared the food and fire. Slept on
the ground with us. And stories? He could tell some of the best stories. Knew
how to share silence too.
At Camden, we were pretty
much beaten. Six hundred of us to their two thousand. De Kalb sent his horse to
the back of the lines early on, so he could fight side by side with us on foot.
Time after time we charged, reformed, and charged again with the general
leading the way.
Someone laid his head
open with a saber. He was shot. Bayoneted. Cut many times. But he still led one
more charge. When the general finally fell, we closed ranks around him. Then
Tarleton brought in his dragoons. We fought as long as we could, until most of
us broke and ran.
I was running for the
woods with the rest of them, but I turned in time to see British soldiers
headed toward the general to finish him off. They would have, too, but his
aide, Chevalier de Buysson, threw his body on top of him and yelled, "No!
No! It’s de Kalb. Brigadier General de Kalb."
Cornwallis ordered his own surgeons to try and
save de Kalb.
Death of de Kalb |
Here is de Kalb’s response, “I thank you
sir for your generous sympathy, but I die the death I always prayed for; the
death of a soldier fighting for the rights of man.”
When the general died three days later,
Cornwallis found out he was a Mason, same as himself. He had him buried with
full military and Masonic honors.
Years later, on a tour of South Carolina,
President George Washington visited the grave of de Kalb and is reported to have
said the following, “So there lies the
brave de Kalb; the generous stranger who came from a distant land to fight our
battles and to water with his blood the tree of our liberty. Would to God he
had lived to share with us its fruits.”