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Aug
19
This Day in History · 1812

The Constitution and the Guerriere

On this afternoon two months into the War of 1812, the USS Constitution and the HMS Guerriere met 400 miles southeast of Nova Scotia. The ships were each captained by well-seasoned veterans: the Consitution by Isaac Hull and the Guerriere by James Richard Dacres. (Dacres, incidentally, joined the Navy at age eight, while Hull waited until fourteen.)

The larger guns and thicker hull of the Constitution favored her in the initial combat, during which the Guerriere’s mizzen mast was brought down. The mast dragged like a rudder, allowing the Constitution to cross in front and fire raking shots, damaging the main and foremasts as well. After a period of musket-fire, the Constitution gathered for repairs before returning to finish the battle. The lack of masts proved problematic for raising the white flag of surrender aboard the Guerriere, which finally fired a cannon shot away from the Constitution to signal defeat.

As the captains met, Hull refused the customary surrender of Dacres’s sword, but did accept his hat to settle a prior wager over whose was the better ship. Hull even ordered the retrieval of Dacres’s mother’s bible before the Guerriere was sunk. Dacres was honourably acquitted for the loss by a military tribunal, arguing that the crew had done their best, the deficient ship was French-built, and the mizzen mast was rotting and needed to be replaced anyway. The American victory is celebrated in the song The Constitution and Guerrière.

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The Constitution and Guerrière

It ofttimes has been told How the British seamen bold Could flog the tars of France so neat and handy oh! But they never found their match Till the Yankees did them catch Oh, the Yankee boys for fighting are the dandy-oh! The Guerrière so bold, On the foaming ocean rolled,

To those who know and can feel, there is a smack of salt spray in every line of these rude virile verses. To them once again will come back the creak of the blocks as the falls whine through them, and the dead heavy lurch as the boat jerks upwards... I can hardly think of any words or tunes that appeal more intimately to all the spirit of adventure that life has left in me.

Arthur Conan Doyle, Letter to F. T. Bullen, 1914