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The Hornet's Nest: A Novel of the Revolutionary War

The Hornet's Nest: A Novel of the Revolutionary War

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by Jimmy Carter

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The first work of fiction by a President of the United States—a sweeping novel of the American South and the War of Independence.

In his ambitious and deeply rewarding novel, Jimmy Carter brings to life the Revolutionary War as it was fought in the Deep South; it is a saga that will change the way we think about the conflict. He reminds us that much of


The first work of fiction by a President of the United States—a sweeping novel of the American South and the War of Independence.

In his ambitious and deeply rewarding novel, Jimmy Carter brings to life the Revolutionary War as it was fought in the Deep South; it is a saga that will change the way we think about the conflict. He reminds us that much of the fight for independence took place in that region and that it was a struggle of both great and small battles and of terrible brutality, with neighbor turned against neighbor, the Indians’ support sought by both sides, and no quarter asked or given. The Hornet’s Nest follows a cast of characters and their loved ones on both sides of this violent conflict—including some who are based on the author’s ancestors.

At the heart of the story is Ethan Pratt, who in 1766 moves with his wife, Epsey, from Philadelphia to North Carolina and then to Georgia in 1771, in the company of Quakers. On their homesteads in Georgia, Ethan and his wife form a friendship with neighbors Kindred Morris and his wife, Mavis. Through Kindred and his young Indian friend Newota, Ethan learns about the frontier and the Native American tribes who are being continually pressed farther inland by settlers. As the eight-year war develops, Ethan and Kindred find themselves in life-and-death combat with opposing forces.

With its moving love story, vivid action, and the suspense of a war fought with increasing ferocity and stealth, The Hornet’s Nest is historical fiction at its best, in the tradition of such major classics as The Last of the Mohicans.

Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
Former president and Nobel Peace Prize winner Jimmy Carter presents a novel of the Revolutionary War that emphasizes the role of the South in the battle for America's independence. With a multitude of previous nonfiction works, ranging in topics from the Middle East conflict (The Blood of Abraham) to the workings of democracy (A Government as Good as Its People), Carter uses his political understanding to bring this well-researched tale to fascinating life.

When newlyweds Ethan and Epsey Pratt move from Philadelphia to a settlement in Georgia, they find themselves drawn into the war despite all their best efforts. Side by side with their Quaker neighbors Kindred and Mavis Morris, the Pratts are forced to take up arms against the British, as the world around them is bitterly changed forever.

With a discerning eye and a commitment to historical accuracy, Carter provides a unique view of the American Revolution by presenting lesser-known aspects of the conflict -- including the shameful way everyone involved tried to manipulate and control the Indian tribes. Despite a huge cast of characters and an extremely detailed and complex narrative, Carter keeps the story rooted in the personalities of common folks faced with extraordinary difficulties. The Hornet's Nest is a vivid, compelling, and original fiction debut from one of our most noted history makers. Tom Piccirilli

Publishers Weekly
With this intricately detailed novel of the American South and the Revolutionary War, President Carter becomes our first chief executive, past or present, to publish a work of fiction. By concentrating on Florida, Georgia and the Carolinas from 1763 to 1783, Carter takes a fresh look at this crucial historical period, giving life and originality to a story usually told from the viewpoint of the northern colonies. There's a large cast of characters, but the focus is on the families of Ethan and Epsey Pratt and neighbors Kindred and Mavis Morris, backwoods Georgia homesteaders who are swept up, albeit reluctantly, in the revolution against the British. Among many other subjects, Carter covers military tactics, natural history, 18th-century politics, celestial navigation, the causes of the war, the sexual practices of both Indians and pioneers and how to tar and feather a man without killing him. Fascinating tidbits about well-known historical figures abound: "After some New Jersey militia actually mutinied [George] Washington decided to set an example of stern discipline; he forced the top leaders to draw lots, and the winners shot the losers." Carter's style leans toward the academic ("Mr. Knox, what's the difference between Whigs and Tories?"), but readers who can put up with the occasional lecture will learn fascinating truths about this exceedingly brutal war and the stories of the men and women who lived and died in the course of it. Those seeking a riveting prose style would be advised to look to more experienced fiction writers, but anyone who has ever wondered about the difference between a Whig and a Tory will find this an interesting and informative read. (Nov. 14) Forecast: Carter's status as the only president to publish a novel may not last long, as it is rumored that Bill Clinton may be working on one as well. In the meantime, the curiosity factor will draw readers, but Carter's flat style will discourage many who are looking for a fat, historical novel to sink into. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Former President Carter's ambitious first novel depicts Georgia and the Carolinas over a 20-year span encompassing the Revolutionary War. At the time, this seemed more like a civil war, as the competing interests and loyalties of Whigs, Tories, renegades, pacifists, Indians, and slaves ignited into fierce skirmishes and harsh reprisals. Carter highlights lesser-known figures such as Thomas Brown, the clever and determined commander of the Florida Rangers, and his enemy, Elijah Clarke, rough-hewn leader of the Georgia militia. Frontiersman Ethan Pratt occupies the middle ground, a reluctant patriot spurred into action by mounting atrocities. Meticulously researched, the story is slowed by detailed exegeses of local politics, agriculture, and home economics until the momentum of war finally kicks in. While on the whole this an evenhanded, authoritative, and lucid account, Carter's writing lacks the personal immediacy of Jeff Shaara or Thomas Fleming, with description and dialog rendered much like the aforementioned exegeses. This makes for palatable history, but many fiction readers will wish the meat had more sauce. Purchase to meet demand.-David Wright, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Setting his hand to historical fiction, the former president focuses on the American Revolution, getting the history part right, the fiction not quite. It’s the Revolutionary War as fought in the South—mostly Georgia, the Carolinas, Florida—and what a story that is. It has sweep, drama, suspense, and, as Carter suggests in his acknowledgments, it surprises for some who think they know what 1775-83 was all about. The war, southern-style, was a ferocious, bloody, take-no-prisoners kind of war, despite the homogeneity of the combatants. The vaunted British army was, for the most part, otherwise occupied, as was the less vaunted Continental army, George Washington only a name written on the wind. Miles away from Bunker Hill, Saratoga, etc., guerrilla warfare ruled: Loyalists (to Britain) vs. Rebels (against Britain), but Americans all, behaving toward each other as savagely as if they had never been friends and neighbors. Not long before the breakout of hostilities, Ethan Pratt and his wife Epsey, newly married, leave Philadelphia to arrive, ultimately, in Georgia, where they stake out a land claim, convinced they’ll be able to ignore those complex and vaguely irritating events up north in the interests of getting on with what matters—raising crops and family. It’s a delusion, of course, and soon enough the two are swept up in the swirl of fast-moving events: Ethan, a pacifist at heart, joins a Rebel militia group; Epsey, left on her own, finds protection among the Quakers. Poignant, even desperate things happen to both, but essentially they’re protagonists at the periphery. At one point, for instance, Ethan virtually vanishes from the action for 160 pages. It’s hard, then, notto conclude that it’s the history that fascinates the author, while the fiction merely interests him. Carter’s 17th book (Christmas in Plains, 2001, etc.), the first work of fiction by a US president, will certainly inform, but, lacking the novelist’s spark, it’s unlikely to move or grip. Agent: Lynn Nesbit/Janklow & Nesbit

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Chapter 16: Massacre of the Indians

Having experienced troubles with doubtful land titles in the Carolinas, Elijah Clarke and his neighboring families were careful to get the proper documents when they obtained rights to settle near the Savannah River along the northern border of the 1773 land grant. Elijah encouraged the other men to locate their homesteads so that the entire group could remain in close contact with one another. All of the cabins were soon connected with a spiderweb of trails. Elijah and Hannah decided to build a new cabin and barn that almost joined each other, and to accept the constant animal sounds and odors in lieu of risking another fire being set by undetected intruders. This proximate location made possible an additional safety precaution, as they spent weeks of hard work putting up a stockade of upright poles, just large enough to encompass the two buildings and a small yard. Except for slits left as rifle ports and the large swinging entrance gate, the barricade cut off their view of the surrounding woods, but they did not trust the Indians who lived only a few miles away, and felt that the increased safety was worth the trouble.

Aaron Hart and his wife had settled within a mile of the Clarkes, and within sight of where two major trails crossed. Maintaining his far-reaching trade route and not intending to farm for a living, Aaron decided to take a minimum amount of land, only fifty acres, which was to be used mostly for pasture. An extra shed was built on the side of the Harts' cabin as a storeroom for his goods, and he now cut off some of his former trading territory in North Carolina and added an equivalent area in south Georgia. When Aaron was away, his wife frequently spent nights with the Clarkes.

Their decisions concerning safety seemed justified toward the end of January 1774, when Aaron came home to report that a group of Creeks had burned a homestead fifteen miles to the southwest, and murdered and scalped a man named William White, his wife, and their four children.

Elijah said, "Damn the bastards! We've got to go teach 'em a lesson."

By the time Elijah and Aaron arrived at White's place, a dozen men were there, looking at the smoldering ruins and already having dug six graves for the scalped and mutilated bodies. Since no one else seemed to be in charge, Aaron asked Elijah what he thought they should do, and the others seemed willing to listen to his opinion. Naturally assuming the role of leader, he decided that they should follow the war party, which they assumed had crossed the Ogeechee River.

Clarke insisted that they examine the surrounding area carefully and report to him on all tracks left by unshod horses, which they followed carefully. After a day and night of tracking and examining the trail and campsites, they learned that there were about a dozen Indians, that they had two or three guns, and that they were moving fast and staying together as a unit. It was also clear that the Indians were skirting the towns of their own people, indicating a renegade group. When the trail turned north and then east, the settlers decided that another attack was planned, somewhere north of Augusta. One by one, the men announced that they were returning to protect their own homes, and Elijah was not able to dissuade them. Finally, he and Aaron were forced to abandon the chase.

Two weeks later, at about nine o'clock in the morning, what seemed to be the same band of Indians attacked a place known as Sherall's Fort, where there was a small commissary store. They had apparently watched David Sherall and the youngest of his three sons leave the area and then began firing on the fort. Mrs. Sherall, two adult sons, and a Negro slave killed three of the attackers as they attempted to scale the palisade wall. The others set fire to a corner of it and then backed off and continued the assault with their weapons.

Sherall had stopped to talk to his closest neighbor down the trail, and they saw the smoke from his homestead. The boy was sent to get help from Elijah Clarke, who lived just three miles away, while the two men rushed back toward the fort. As they drew near, they glimpsed flames through the trees and drew up their horses to assess the situation. The fire seemed to be confined for the time being to one corner of the stockade, and the men rushed forward to extinguish the flames. At that moment, an Indian on each side of the trail fired muskets at the settlers, and others followed this attack with arrows. From a distance of not more than ten yards, almost every bullet and arrow struck its target. The Indians moved in with their scalping knives, then dragged the two bodies off into the bushes and resumed their positions to guard the trail.

As Elijah Clarke approached the fort, followed by five other men and Sherall's son, he held up his hand to stop the procession.

"When savages are attackin' a place for a long time, they are careful not to be surprised and always leave an ambush party alongside the trails. Let's split up, stay a hundred yards back from the path, and move forward. We need to move fast and don't have to be quiet. If they hear us, they'll back up toward the stockade."

As they broke into the clearing, the entire party of Indians looked at them for a few seconds, sized up their adversaries, and disappeared into the woods. One of the men said, "That's Big Elk giving the orders. He has been to my place a couple of times to do some trading. He's devious, knows these woods and trails like the palm of his hand, and he's mean as hell."

After burying the dead, the men decided they would take the Sherall family to the Clarke stockade and then spread the word to as many settlers as possible to assemble there the following day to decide what they should do. There was little argument when the meeting was held.

Elijah Clarke explained, "If the nearby tribes see these bandits succeed and go to war, we wouldn't have a chance even if all of us quit farmin' and spent all our time huntin' the bastards. Our lives depend on most of the damned Indians stayin' peaceful, and only sure punishment will prevent a general uprisin'."

Aaron Hart said, "We need some help from British troops. Governor Wright is under pressure from London to keep up trade and bring settlers to the ceded land, and he's expected to maintain order in the colony."

"Yeah, but maybe Georgia is not as important to England as we think it is," someone said.

Aaron replied, "We don't amount to much as far as trade is concerned, but the British need this colony. We lie between the Spaniards in Florida and the Carolinas, and to some degree we also tend to hold off the French west of here. I agree that the best approach is to stamp out any renegade uprisings when they are just getting started, but there ain't three thousand white fighting men in Georgia. We've been lucky so far, but there's been a lot of trouble with the Cherokee in the frontier areas of Carolina, and it's finally got here."

Clarke and two or three of the settlers wanted to go right after the Indians, but a strong majority finally decided that there might be more than one group of marauders and they needed to get more help before abandoning their own homes to possible attack. Also, Aaron was convinced that British officials should assume responsibility for overall peace with the natives. Aaron and two other men would go to Savannah to inform Governor Wright that they must have protection from some of the British troops, only a handful of whom were in the ceded area. They would remind him in respectful but forceful terms that they had settled in this frontier area with the clear assurance of protection, and a lot of families would have to abandon their claims and move to a more civilized area if military help was not forthcoming.

The governor responded as they had wished, and within a week a Captain James Grierson arrived in Augusta with fifty men, obviously green troops and all wearing newly issued militia uniforms, except for two British sergeants. With great fanfare, they established a military camp at Sherall's Fort, and after a few days Grierson dispatched twenty of his men, on foot, to visit some of the nearby Indian villages to gather evidence so he could make an official report to the governor. When they had been gone less than two days, a small party of the renegade Indians ambushed the group, and three of the militiamen were killed by arrows and bullets fired from the underbrush. Not knowing the strength of their attackers, the troop returned to camp and refused to remain any longer in the "Indian-infested" land. Without any further discussions with the settlers, the entire detachment returned to Savannah.

Governor Wright was deeply embarrassed and used the occasion to dispatch an urgent message to London, describing the incident in the most compelling terms, emphasizing the seriousness of the threat, and requesting more British troops. What was more effective while the message was making its slow way to London was that the governor had Indian Superintendent John Stuart condemn the tribal leaders in the area for violating peace agreements and cut off all trade with them.

Finally realizing that they could expect no help from Savannah in the near future, some of the settlers met again at the Clarke homestead. They decided unanimously to assemble their families in safe places and to abandon their farms and homesteads long enough to punish the renegades. It was assumed that Elijah would be their military leader. One of the Indian traders reported to Aaron that he knew where Big Elk and his group of mostly young Creeks had been camping, deep within Cherokee territory, and offered to lead them there.

Elijah said he would need at least one hundred men who were willing to go on what was certain to be a difficult and time-consuming mission, and Aaron suggested that they send riders to the different areas in the ceded lands to call for volunteers.

Clarke replied, "No need to go to Wrightsborough. The damned Quakers won't help with anything that might involve violence, and we sure as hell intend to be violent."

The men laughed, and then someone said, "They're not all Quakers. In fact, I think there's some Regulators that moved down there from Orange County in Carolina."

"Well, if so, they'll be good men. Try to contact them, and let them know we'll have to be leavin' from here in three days -- early Friday mornin'."

Ethan was working in his blacksmith shop when Aaron Hart rode into the yard. Little Henry was playing nearby. After greeting each other as longtime acquaintances, from the Hillsborough days, Aaron said, "Ethan, I've come here with a message from Elijah Clarke."

"I know of him and understand that he and a group of his friends have settled north of here, in some of the new lands over near the Savannah River."

"That's right. In fact, I've moved into the same general settlement. Have you also heard of Big Elk's renegades attacking the forts just west of us?"

"Aye, that I have, and we regret the loss of lives and property. We hope the Indians have gone back to their villages after meeting with the militia."

"It was the cowardly militia that went home, back to Savannah, and the Indians are still a threat."

He went on to describe what had happened, and that all trade had been cut off between the British and the Indian tribes. Finally, he said that a group of settlers had chosen Elijah Clarke to be their leader and were deciding what to do.

Ethan could see the drift of the conversation and said, "Well, trade is important to all of them, and I reckon they've been forced to disband by now."

"That's what I've come to tell you. This is a group of Creeks that are outcasts from their own people and have been condemned as bandits. In fact, some traders reported that they have set up their tents in Cherokee territory, and they know about where it is. We realize you live among the Quakers, but Clarke suggested that you might join us for a few days to keep from having to face another raid. Next time it may be down here, as you also live near the edge of ceded lands."

"We know the Indians around here fairly well, and they've always been peaceful. I'm not much for fighting and would rather stay here to protect my own place. Besides, I've heard that Clarke is pretty well known as a wild man, inclined to violence."

"There will be several dozen of us going, and we just want to arrest Big Elk and his men to prevent more attacks on our families, and send a signal to others that might be tempted to go on the warpath. These few renegades are going against the treaty that was signed last year by both the Creek and Cherokee chiefs."

Ethan was still unconvinced. "I'll have to think on it. Where will the group be?"

"We'll be meeting two hours after sunrise tomorrow, where the lower Cherokee path crosses Rock Comfort Creek."

"I know where it is. I can't say now, but I'll be there if I can come."

"We've made a list of settlers, and Kindred Morris is on it. I think I'll go by and see him. Do you know where he might be?"

"There's no need for that. He'll not be wanting to go."

Aaron knew Newota well and was familiar with Kindred's involvement with Indian tribes. Aaron declined Ethan's invitation to stay and eat, but took a drink of water and rode off down the trail.

For a few minutes Aaron thought about how different Ethan and Elijah were and was somewhat pleased with himself for being able to forge a friendship with the two strong men. It was typical of him that he thought well of both men, and he also thought it would be good for them to get better acquainted with each other.

Aaron had visited the Pratts several times on his travels and knew that Ethan was committed to a peaceful existence for himself and his family, preferring to be alone except for an occasional visit with the neighboring Morrises. He respected the Indians who lived across the river, was seldom profane, and considered his earlier official oaths as a British citizen to be binding on him as one loyal to the crown. Quite tall and powerful, Ethan was at ease among other men and never felt any need to prove himself superior in any way or to exercise control over anyone. In a conversation, he preferred to listen rather than express his own views. Aaron was not surprised that Ethan preferred not to give an immediate response to his invitation, and was sure he would consider all sides carefully and make a sound and cautious judgment.

Except for his imposing size and intimate knowledge of the surrounding wilderness, Elijah Clarke was almost the opposite in every way. He seemed driven always to exert his superiority over others, and his natural leadership abilities permitted these efforts to be successful. Elijah liked to expound his views and to harness other men into some kind of alliance with him. He was harsh and immediate in his judgments of others and in decisions about his own life. Since his encounter with the royal governor in North Carolina, Elijah had never professed any sense of British citizenship and was always in the forefront of rebel discussions. In many ways, it was uncomfortable to be around this overbearing and opinionated man, who was often wrong and never in doubt, but there was an attractive vitality about him that brought a number of men to his side. He never liked to be contradicted, and Aaron was always careful to express contrary views cautiously or in private. Elijah despised all Indians as savages, was never willing to attribute to them any human characteristics, and this was one subject on which Aaron never expressed his real opinion. Elijah would have been disgusted to know that Aaron had consorted with an Indian "wife," considering that any sexual relation other than rape was ungodly with a squaw.

Ethan watched Aaron go, took Henry to Epsey, and then got his rifle and walked off into the woods, feeling that he should consider carefully this proposition to join Clarke. He was troubled about the prospect of increasing violence, and of becoming involved in it himself. Like all the settlers, and particularly those who lived on the outskirts of the ceded areas and nearest the Indians, he was acutely aware of the danger to his family if respected Indian leaders decided to approve raids on the remote settlements. At the same time, he considered it unlikely that they would renege on their commitments, forgo the advantages of peaceful trade, and attempt to take back the land they had ceded. An all-out war would undoubtedly bring trained British troops into the area, more than a match for the poorly armed natives. This was especially true because the Indians were divided, with only rare cooperation between the Creeks and Cherokees. But he trusted Aaron Hart and finally decided that it might be helpful to join in punishing Big Elk's small group, who probably were outcasts and condemned by their own people. Another factor in his decision was that he and his neighbors might very well need protection in the future, and the newer settlers farther north would be valuable allies.

Before going to bed, he told Epsey that he would be leaving early the next morning to meet some other men about an Indian threat. It was less than twelve miles to the meeting place, and Ethan was there shortly after sunrise. Neither Elijah Clarke nor any of his close friends had arrived, but a few men had already gathered, mostly from the older settlements nearer Augusta. They shared what information they had but knew little about the latest developments or any plans for their mission. It was more than an hour later when the others arrived, almost two dozen men who had obviously traveled together and seemed to know one another well.

Clarke was silent while he counted the group, and spoke first: "We need three times as many men, but this will have to do. I believe we have enough here to teach the red bastards a lesson they'll not forget."

He stepped down from his horse, and the others gathered around him. Ethan examined him closely. Except for himself, Clarke was the largest man there. He had thick black hair, cut in a rough fashion about even with the lobes of his ears. His eyes were surprisingly large but squinted often as he talked. His aquiline nose and somewhat protruding chin gave an impression of strength to a short upper lip and a soft-looking mouth. He had prominent, yellowed teeth, and the upper ones were constantly in view when he spoke. As the situation was explained to the newcomers, it seemed to Ethan that Clarke was excessively presumptuous in his position as leader, not acknowledging the voices of the other men until he had finished his long and somewhat convoluted statements. At times he struggled for the right word, and the man next to Ethan whispered, "He can't read and write, but he's smart as hell."

When a few of the men began expressing their views, Clarke listened for about five minutes and then held up his hand to demand silence. He summarized, "Well, now we all know about the Whites, the Sheralls, and others -- the killin's and scalpin's of their women and children, and the burnin' of their houses and barns. We're dealin' with a bunch of cowards, who are despised by their own people. The only ones worse are the militiamen sent here by the governor, who messed in their pants and ran when they heard the sound of the first bow twang."

There was soft laughter, and Elijah waited for it to subside.

"It's fallen on us to handle this mess, and we're gwine to clean it up. Big Elk and his men believe they are safe until they're ready to strike us again, and have set up camp about twenty miles across the river. Mr. Moses, who trades with the Cherokees, is with us and says he knows right where they are."

He pointed to a small and obviously nervous man near him.

"I reckon everybody brought enough to eat, and powder and shot to last us awhile. It might be important for us to know how to reload in a hurry. Also, you need a knife for close fightin', and I see some of you have a tomahawk. We ain't going to turn back until we find them and finish our business."

These comments were unnecessary, but no one objected. Most of the men were avid hunters and habitually carried a hunting knife and a musket or long rifle whenever they donned a hat and coat to leave their own cabin. On horseback and in the woods, a weapon was in their hands, and some even contrived ingenious ways to secure their gun across plow stock handles in the field. This permitted them to respond quickly if an enemy appeared or if they saw a deer, bear, or turkey within shooting range.

There were several questions about distances and directions, and then Ethan asked, "What are we going to do when we find them?"

Clarke appeared to notice him for the first time, although Ethan was a foot taller than the average man, and obviously strong and able.

"As I've already said, we know where they are. We'll use their own tactics, by surroundin' them at night and then movin' in at daybreak when most of them are still asleep."

Ethan, apparently quite at ease, persisted, "And then what will we do with the prisoners?"

"They'll not want to be prisoners and will probably fight to the end. I reckon we'll treat the bastards the same as they would treat us. Ain't that what the Bible says?"

There was a general murmur of laughter and approval, and Ethan decided not to pursue the matter further.

The men mounted their horses and followed in single file behind Clarke and the trader, who was consulted every now and then if there was a choice of trails.

Late in the afternoon, Clarke halted the group in a small clearing by raising his hand. When the others had gathered around him, he said, "We'll stop here. We think they're only about two miles away. Stay quiet, keep your horses close, don't make any fires, and get some rest if you can. Later, a few of us will scout ahead on foot, locate the camp, and size up the situation. They's enough of a moon so we can see to get around. Then we'll come back here, work out some signals, and give everybody a rundown in time to line up for the attack."

After it was dark, Clarke chose a few of his closest friends and they moved off toward the northeast, easing along silently down a dim trail in their moccasined feet. They were back in about three hours, finding all the men sitting up and talking softly in small groups.

Clarke called them together.

"We located their camp, which looks almost like a permanent settlement. We saw two fires about burned out but didn't see nobody movin' around. They're on this side of a pretty good-sized creek that won't be easy to cross. We'll divide up into three groups. I'm puttin' Aaron Hart in charge of eight men, who'll go to the right. Micajah Williamson here will take the same number to the left side. We've already worked out where everyone will be lined up. I'll be with all of the rest of you to make the first and main attack in the middle. I figure there'll be twelve with me, and I'll want two to keep the horses quiet and close together. It's not a big place, so we ought to be able to see each other after we line up. When I think we're all ready, which'll be about first light, I'll signal by shootin' my gun. Then everybody goes in as fast as hell. If anything moves, shoot it, but be damned sure you don't kill me! Be careful not to waste your first shot, because after that you may have to depend on your knives and hatchets. I don't want anybody to get away."

Ethan asked, "What about the ones that give up?"

Clarke responded sharply, "I've already told you there won't be any, but you can capture one if you want to take a murderer back home to live in your cabin."

Ethan decided not to respond. It was a sober and somewhat frightened band of men who then moved down the trail together, until Clarke stopped and pointed to his left and right. They were still three hundred yards from the Indians. Ethan was one of those who went with Hart. As his group moved away, they could hear Clarke quietly directing the remaining men to their places.

Hart seemed to know what to do. When they were close enough to the creek to hear the water running, he stopped and motioned the men to come close to him. He whispered their instructions: to form a line almost perpendicular to the stream, size up the Indian camp, and make sure they all had their guns, knives, and hatchets ready for the attack.

Ethan found his place, checked the positions of his nearest companions, and decided that he would go straight for the lean-to nearest him. There was no immediate response from among the shelters when the signal shot sounded, but before the settlers could reach their destinations, the sleepy Indians were rising from their pallets and reaching for weapons. There was scattered gunfire around the periphery of the camp, screams from the victims, and then the grunts and curses as men closed in mortal hand-to-hand combat, all knowing that their lives were at stake.

The fighting was over within ten minutes, with Big Elk and every brave killed except two, who jumped into the creek. Hart ordered Ethan and two other men to follow them, and they moved almost one hundred yards downstream but soon lost sight of the Indians, who apparently swam to safety. As they stood still and listened quietly to detect any movement in the brush across the creek, Ethan heard Clarke shout for all his men to reload, and to search every hiding place for "cowards that refused to fight."

A few minutes later, the settlers were surprised to find a number of women and children, including three infants, huddled inside the shelters, all attempting to hide under or behind hides or blankets. They were brought into the center of the clearing, and crowded closely together, touching or embracing each other in fear.

Ethan heard Clarke order, "Kill them all!"

He ran back toward the clearing, shouting, "No! No!"

But it was too late. While most of the white men held back and a few protested, Clarke and several of the settlers moved in, and with their hatchets, soon killed all the survivors. When Ethan arrived, some of the Indians were being scalped.

He grasped Clarke by his shoulder and spun him around. "This is murder! You're no better than Big Elk!"

Clarke backed away and leveled his rifle at Ethan's chest. "Don't ever touch me again, Pratt, unless you're ready to die. These people are all guilty and they have to learn a lesson. I'd advise you to get your arse away from here and go back to your damned Quaker settlement. You had no business being here in the first place."

Ethan was furious and disgusted. He looked around at the faces of the other men and saw a clear distinction among them. He judged that at least a third of them agreed with him, but no one spoke. He turned and walked slowly out of the clearing, heading down the trail toward where they had left their horses. Only two other men followed him, and they were soon on their way back home. He tried not to think about the bloody scene he had left behind.

Copyright © 2003 by Jimmy Carter

Chapter 35: The Hornet's Nest


Ethan Pratt had seen the Quakers, Morrises, and many of his other neighbors swear allegiance to the crown, believing that the war was over and that the Declaration of Independence had been in vain. Along with a few other families along the more remote frontier, the Pratts still tried to avoid an alignment with either Whigs or Tories.

Knowing that Campbell had moved up the river with more than five hundred troops, the Georgia militia leaders had to face reality and made no attempt to defend Augusta. From his home in Wilkes County, however, Elijah Clarke assembled as many men as possible, using lists that had been carefully maintained by Aaron Hart. With about 180 men gathered, Clarke nodded to Dooly, who spoke first.

"Men, all the Continental troops have left for South Carolina, and we hear that General Howe has resigned in order to defend hisself against a court-martial. General Lincoln is in command of what troops warn't killed or captured, and has set up headquarters in Purysburg."

Someone shouted out, "Where in hell is Purysburg?"

Dooly replied, "It's across the river in South Carolina, about thirty miles above Savannah. He's put out a call for militia from the Carolinas and Virginia to join in keeping the British from moving north toward Charles Town."

"Why don't we join up with him?"

Elijah Clarke spoke for the first time. "Bullshit! We ain't ready to give up Georgia, and I sho' as hell won't put my men under another general that don't know his arse about fightin' in the woods."

There was a general murmur of agreement, and Dooly continued.

"We've got two things to do now. One is to convince all our neighbors that we're going to fight on, and not to give up to the British. The other is to divide up into small groups, guard every trail coming into the backcountry of Wilkes and Burke counties, and kill as many Redcoats as we can."

Elijah said, "What we need to do is carve out some territory here where we feel the most at home. All of us needs to study it and figure out how to guard every trail against any bugger that tries to come in without our permission, jest with one or two men."

Aaron Hart said, "You mean a sanctuary."

"I don't even know what that means. I'm talkin' about like bein' inside our own hornet's nest so anybody that messes with us will live -- or die -- to regret it."

The men were excited by the idea and began to look at some of the maps they had prepared and used for military training. Within a couple of hours they had identified an area big enough to include several separated forts with good trails connecting them, with maximum natural protection from impassable creeks, swamps, and hills. Just by felling a few trees, it would be easy to close any of the old trails they would not be needing. Elijah summarized these decisions and added, "This has got to be our special place, but there's two things to remember. We've got to let Redcoats, Thomas Brown and them other savages, and everybody else know, by God, that if they come in here ag'in us, they'll be dead men. There cain't be no exceptions. The other thing is that this is not just for hidin'. It's for attackin' as long as we're able to fight. Mine and Dooly's farms happens to be on the edge of this area, and my fort will be useful sometimes as a meetin' place. We'll be able to move out fast, to our own farms or toward Augusta or across the river to Carolina, and to come back -- sometimes in a hurry!"

It was inevitable that the protected area would be called the Hornet's Nest.

Georgia's leaders began rallying supporters in the backcountry region. Their first efforts were to convince as many settlers as possible that the revolution was not lost, and to use either promises or intimidation to secure their support. The militia commanders issued edicts in north Georgia that all property owners had to swear allegiance to the Continental government or lose their estates, and a few settlers began to reject their recent oaths of allegiance to the crown. This was not enough for Elijah Clarke and his most militant followers, who wanted to give a vivid warning to those who remained subservient to the British.

One of the defecting Whigs was a prominent landowner, Zachariah Timmerman, whom John Dooly had warned personally to renounce his oath of loyalty to the crown. He immediately went to Augusta and surrendered to Colonel Campbell. The British spread the word about Timmerman's wise action and placed him under the care of a corporal named MacAllister, a favorite of the colonel. Within a week, an American raiding party entered the compound, attacked MacAllister, killed, disemboweled, and decapitated him, and took Timmerman just outside the town, where he was hanged, with a note pinned to his chest that said, "Justice." This was a harsh reminder to doubtful Whigs, but MacAllister's name became a battle cry for the furious British troops.

General Prevost, now occupying Savannah and serving as acting governor, seemed to have little interest in Augusta. Knowing of Brown's intense interest in the area, however, he directed that the Florida Rangers refrain from any movements northward along the Savannah River, and Brown was forced to comply. This meant, in effect, that few if any Creeks or Cherokees were available to join the British in the region, despite the earlier arrangements that had been made with Emistisiguo and even John Stuart. All British efforts would now be focused on Charles Town. Deprived of any dependable assistance except for his own troops, it was clear that Colonel Campbell and his five hundred men would be hard-pressed to hold Augusta against a concerted attack from the west.

Colonel Clarke was eager to retake Augusta but realized that Georgia's combined militia were not adequate. He sent Aaron Hart with a request to General Lincoln for assistance. The predictable reply was that holding Charles Town was his preeminent goal, which would require all available troops when the time came for its defense. However, he recognized the tactical importance of Augusta as a staging area from which the British would surely move by land toward the South Carolina coast, and promised to send 1,200 troops from Charles Town toward the Georgia city, commanded by a general named John Ashe, from North Carolina. The general was inexperienced but politically influential in his home state, and eager to demonstrate his military effectiveness.

These plans had to be delayed when British Lieutenant Colonel John Boyd moved from Carolina into north Georgia with seven hundred men, reported his presence to Colonel Campbell, and began to terrorize Whig families in the area. The written intelligence report to General Lincoln stated: "Like plundering banditti, they appropriate every species of property to their own use, abuse the inhabitants, and wantonly butcher anyone who opposes their rapacious demands."

Lincoln sent orders to Clarke to rally all the Georgians possible, and sent South Carolina's Colonel Andrew Pickens to help the Georgians defend themselves against Boyd's predatory troops.

When Campbell ordered Boyd and his seven hundred men, many recruited from among local Tories, to concentrate on destroying the few remaining Georgia militia, the British forces camped at a farm on Kettle Creek to rest, slaughter some cattle, and graze their horses. It was a prosperous farm, with canebrakes and a swamp on two sides. Colonels Clarke, Dooly, and Pickens, with 350 men, found Boyd's campfires from the previous day and closed in to within a mile of the farm. Dooly was on the right flank and Elijah Clarke was on the left, each with 100 men, and Pickens was in the center with 150. At daybreak, the Americans launched a simultaneous attack. Boyd fell, mortally wounded, and the remaining British troops fled across the stream. Clarke forded the open creek under fire, and his horse was shot, falling on him. He narrowly escaped drowning but was able to join in mopping up the battlefield and in the subsequent celebrations.

Following the debacle in Savannah, Kettle Creek was one of the most startling victories of the war, and news of it swept through the colonies. The psychological impact was enormous, coming at a time when the general presumption had been that the British were invulnerable and the revolution in the south was doomed. Many Whigs renounced their oaths of allegiance to the crown and returned to their homes, and a greatly encouraged General Lincoln dispatched General Ashe on to Augusta and even began preparations to retake Savannah.

Most of Boyd's men went back home to North Carolina, but two hundred reached Augusta, where Campbell's regular troops treated them with contempt. One hundred British had been killed and seventy-five taken prisoner, five of whom were former Whigs whose names were known by Colonel Pickens. They were hanged as traitors. The Americans suffered nine killed and twenty-three wounded and captured, including a small man named Stephen Heard, who had been a large landowner and a prominent Whig politician in Savannah. When Colonel Campbell heard about the hangings at Kettle Creek, he decided to execute Heard as a public demonstration of British justice. Heard had a giant house slave called Mammy Kate, who learned that he was in Augusta and sentenced to be hanged. She filled a large basket with clothing and some pies and cakes as gifts for the British guards, entered the compound, and got permission to visit her master so that he could dress appropriately during his last hours of life. Wanting as much of a pageant as possible for the public execution, the British agreed. Mammy Kate went into the guardhouse, put Heard in the basket, arranged the pile of clothes under a blanket on his cot to resemble a sleeping man, placed the basket on her head, and carried him out of Augusta. Back home again, he set her free and gave her a home and a surrounding tract of land on his small plantation.

After a few days, General Ashe arrived across the river from Augusta with his large North Carolina army, and Colonel Campbell abandoned the town and moved down the river to Hudson's Ferry to join troops of the main British force. He was surprised to learn that they faced a dangerous situation. The British still held Savannah securely, but General Prevost had sent most of his men back to St. Augustine, and their upriver forces were now almost surrounded by General Lincoln's troops across the river in South Carolina and Ashe's army to the north.

Although welcomed to the region by the Georgia militiamen when they met briefly after his forces crossed the Savannah into Augusta, General Ashe quickly made it obvious that he resented any suggestions from Elijah Clarke and John Twiggs about how his troops should be deployed and used. Looking at rudimentary maps, Ashe's staff decided that an open meadow on high ground north of Briar Creek would offer them every advantage. Enemy troops would have to cross the creek to reach them from the south, the Savannah River provided protection from the east, and there were relatively flat fields and woods to the north and west that would provide access for supplies and give the Americans plenty of room for maneuvering.

When Colonel Clarke sent an offer of assistance, General Ashe replied flatly, "Tell Clarke that I'll take my position upriver from the British, which will prevent them moving back toward Augusta. I've studied the maps and am familiar with the area we'll be occupying, so I can handle any developments. The militia forces can come in to join me if they wish. I'll let them know when I decide to move south to take Campbell's army."

It was obvious that Ashe and his staff were supremely confident of their ability and wanted to have a direct confrontation with the despised British. His ambition was to equal or exceed what the militiamen had done at Kettle Creek.

In the meantime, Colonel Campbell learned that Thomas Brown was in the area and, without consulting General Prevost, sent for the Ranger commander. They discussed alignment of military forces, and Campbell asked for advice. It had been raining for several hours, and Brown replied, "Colonel, my men and I know this region well. There is a ford near Ashe's camp that I'm sure is well guarded, but it can't be used except when the water is low. If this rain sets in, the lower reaches of Briar Creek will be flooding. Give me a chance to assess the situation, and I'll be back with you tomorrow morning."

As soon as their meeting was over, Brown sent for Newota.

The heavy rains continued, and when Briar Creek began to rise, General Ashe was even more convinced that the British would not be likely to make any troop movements during the inclement weather, much less to cross the swollen stream.

Copyright © 2003 by Jimmy Carter

Meet the Author

Jimmy Carter was the thirty-ninth President of the United States, serving from 1977 to 1981. In 1982, he and his wife founded The Carter Center, a nonprofit organization dedicated to improving the lives of people around the world. Carter was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 2002. He is the author of two-dozen books, including A Full Life; An Hour Before Daylight; Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid and Our Endangered Values. He lives in Plains, Georgia.

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Hornet's Nest: A Novel of the Revolutionary War 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A truly wonderful book written by a truly great man of immense genius. This book is a delight to read. If you are a fan of Mr. Carter and history, this is a book you will immensly enjoy. If I could rate it one hundred stars, I'd do so without hesitation. Thank you, Mr. Carter for this book, and keep them coming.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This novel does a spectacular job of telling the history of the South during the American Revolution. It is obvious that Jimmy Carter put in much effort and research while writing this novel. He does a great job of describing the events in the South, which are usually ignored by most books. This book would be a very excellent choice if you were into history. Although the historical side of this novel is fantastic, the storytelling is very poor. There are many parts in the book filled with an enormous amount of historical detail, but nothing seems to happen in the plot. The story stands still for much of the book. Also, this book has many characters that show up once or twice and then disappear for the remainder of the novel. The few characters that do remain throughout the whole novel seem lifeless and inhuman. Overall, this book is an excellent tale of historical information but not so good as a story. I learned a lot about the role of the South in the American Revolution through this novel, but I did have some trouble getting through the slow plot.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a book that really takes you to the time and place of which Jimmy Carter writes. History was never one of my strong likes but Hornets Nest has changed my outlook. Mr. Carter knows how to teach you history and pull you deep into the lives of his characters. What a great read ! Even my husband is into it and he very seldom has the time to sit down and read a book. J. Ware Leonard, TX
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book, but I must say truthfully that I enjoy almost any books written about the colonial period in Georgia history simply because there are so few of them. The Debatable Land: A Novel of the Southeast. 1739-1746, Reap the Whirlwind: A Novel of Augusta during the Revolution and Rascals Heaven are the only three that come to mind at this moment. As a matter of fact, The Hornet's Nest is very similar in style and content to Reap the Whrilwind. I would recommend any of these titles to a reader interested in good historical fiction.
Guest More than 1 year ago
HN is a definitely a strange breed of history and fiction. While reading the novel, I often found the story to be more enlightening than entertaining, with intricate historical detail. This worked for me simply because I'm a curious reader and I was fascinated with tidbits to enhance my understanding of this historical event. For those looking for a title that is entertaining in nature, I would suggest a different read. On the other hand, if this genre is your forte, then I would recommend it. The most disappointing detail would be the forced nature of the ending; the story concludes quite suddenly and leaves the reader a little confused about how suddenly wins the Revolutionary War.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The subject and the characters are an important story, but the telling is less than professional. A nice attempt by President Carter.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have tremendous admiration and respect for former President Carter. I am truly sorry I can't post a better review of his first novel, but ¿ well, here it is. The book's greatest strength is the tremendous amount of research that went into it. It works wonderfully well as a history of the American Revolution in the South, and that's certainly a neglected viewpoint. It is also, exactly as I would expect, well written from a technical standpoint. Presented as nonfiction, I'd have found it enjoyable reading; but for me it didn't work as a novel. Its characters speak in stilted, pedagogical voices, imparting information to modern readers when they should be interacting with each other in believable fashion. The endless pages of detail would be appropriate in a history book, but in fiction they make excruciatingly slow reading because they fail ¿ most of the time, anyway ¿ to move the plot along. Getting lost in the story and caring about the characters might happen for some other reader, but it wasn't possible for me. I learned from this book, but I can't say that I was entertained by it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A reasonably effective attempt to tell the story of the Revolution in the South through the voice of real and fictional characters. While thoroughly researched in most instances, there are several obvious gaffs in historical names and places. For instance, Carter calls South Carolina patriot Thomas 'The Gamecock' Sumter, Francis Sumter and he tells the reader that the Battle of Camden took place in North Carolina. I enjoyed this book for the sake of gaining new perspectives on events in our history which have received little attention over the years, but agree with the readers who say that Carter lacks any real skill at developing a story to go along with his basic historical narrative.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Expecting more from this book. A novel but not really developed. Jumps from one character to another, from one area to the next leaving you without ever developing a story that holds your interest. Many characters mentioned only to disappear. To many pages spent on very little development of historical material. Probably could have done as well in 100 pages. Just never got going on anything.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I just finished The Hornet's Nest and thoroughly enjoyed it. As someone who rarely reads fiction, the book captured my attention from start to finish. The opposing views of the characters, combined with the often unexpected, yet brutality of the war, made for an interesting read. I definitely would purchase another historical fiction book written by our former president.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm in the middle of the book, and I like it very much. It is definitely holding my interest. However, I do not feel at all involved with the characters. The author just tells what happens to them without embellishment. I would have loved to know what it felt like to BE Epsey Pratt! You feel like a spectator (or at least, I do). I hope Mr. Carter writes more novels, especially historical ones, but with better character development.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Frankly I was disappointed. While I readily admit the historic facts were interesting and opened up a new view of the conflict, the fictional context it was written in was unsatisfying. I learned alot of new information about the politics, social issues, battles and the impact of the war in the deep south, but the characters did not interest me and I felt the dialog was much to oriented toward obviously giving the reader the historic background and in many cases was out of character with the speaker. Frankly nobody speaks that way except a history teacher in school. The book's pace was too irregular and I struggled to finish.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lots of talk, little action in this methodically researched work of historical fiction. And only 1 typo, which is outstanding by today's standards. The book does provide a glimpse into how we ever could have won the Revolutionary War, losing battle after battle after battle. However, we persevered and wore down the British through skirmishes and guerrilla warfare. The Vietcong and NVA returned the favor to the U.S. 200 years later in Southeast Asia. A good look into the Revolutionary War in the South for historians as well as the general reader.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Three stars for the extensive historical research, but no stars for the literary quality. I'm lamenting the lost opportunity for the 10 or 15 no-name novelists with talent whose careers could have been kindled with Carter's advance money.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A book which shows that the American Revolution in the South was more like the first American Civil War than anything else. Families and neighbors were divided by real issues that they thought worth fighting and dying for, and the situation, as ably depicted by Mr. Carter, was full of complexity, drama, and sorrow. This is what the film 'The Patriot' should have been.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Great Novel of the Revolutionary War from the Southern perspective. Great characters - Ethan Pratt, Epsey Pratt, Kindred Morris, Thomas Brown and Elijah Clarke. How President Carter keeps the reader informed of the events in other parts of the colonies was a nice touch. Number of surprises, kept me turning the pages. Great background, character development interwoven with historical facts. Great descriptions of the conflicts between the Patriots and Loyalists. Reading this novel was a great pleasure.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this a different view about the first war here fought in the united states. thank you president carter for giving this view point on our american history.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The title is as intriguing as was the title when used by E.P.Roe in a novel of the same name when first published in 1886. The theme is eerily the same...American revolutionary war in the deep South,Whigs, and Northern settlers lately removed to the South.