William the Quartermaster
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]William the Quartermaster[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]When William arrives in Canada he finds he has his work cut out for him.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]The massive build up in preparation for the feared war with the US is completely unprecedented in scope, and simply can't be controlled from a headquarters, be it in London or in Kingston. Tons of gunpowder and shells and new rifles pour in from England, together with the new cannon. More tons of supplies need to be distributed to units. Fortunately, Canada's agriculture and industry has been growing over the last decade, and so the food and uniforms the army needs are mostly produced in Canada. Even some of the rifles. The lead mines in the northwest of the Protectorate and southwest of Wisconsin are pouring out all the lead needed for bullets, and even exporting some to the UK. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Each of the border forts on the US border is supposed to have a 2 year supply of food and munitions. They are all sited so that water supply isn't a problem, but it is obvious that a determined US effort can pour around the border forts, and they need to be able to hold out until the Americans are thrown back. (The 2 year supply is for the actual militia – but it is understood that many of the local population (the militia's families) will flood into the forts at the start of hostilities, and it is hoped that any fort can hold out for at least a year.) The last 20 years has seen continual development of these forts, and the development of the railroad means that finally they can be brought to full capability. Before 1835, the logistics involved in supplying these forts meant that most of them were pretty weak. If a fort was on or immediately near one of the water routes, then it could be reasonably supplied with cannon, ammunition, and food. But most of the forts were far inland and were going to have to be speed-bumps to a determined attack rather than a real block, as originally meant.[1] But with the new technology, the full potential of the forts can be exploited. Instead of hauling smallish cannon laboriously over hundreds of miles of dirt track, full sized cannon can be brought in 'easily', and more to the point, ammunition can be supplied, so the garrisons can train to full advantage. Similarly, canning means that tons and tons of food can be brought by rail into the fort, stacked up and ignored. Suddenly the nominal 2 years supply looks possible. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Fortunately, the war with the US has held off long enough that the absolute top priority rail – that connecting all the border forts - has been completed (in the fall of '41). This means that the last forts to be connected can be filled with supplies by constant train-loads running all winter. By the spring of 1842, the forts are as ready as they can hope to be, and then it's just a matter of drilling and resupplying. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Paixhans style guns start arriving to be sent to the various border forts, to increase the options for defence. Smaller guns that can be mounted on riverboats also arrive in 1842. Practice with these happens up river near St. Anthony, [/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]WI [/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif][used to say St. Paul, but that is now retconned] [St. Paul, MN] beyond the reach of American spies[2], and once suitable tactics and practice has happened, the cannon are hauled inside and the boats move down to St. Louis [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Norton rifles in the 10s of thousands are arriving, and have to be directed to appropriate units and the old Brown Bess muskets retrieved and stored/sold/shipped. Some of the Brown Bess muskets are shipped back to England for redistribution elsewhere, some are supplied to the last tier militia (in this case, making sure that every family within a hundred miles of the border has a gun of some sort, and at least a handful of ammo.) Many more are shipped down the Mississippi. [Edit: and stored for shipment to rebels.] From various towns along the river, smugglers [will] cross the river at night and deliver muskets and ammunition to any blacks or Indians who will take them. Similarly, landings are made all along the coast of Spanish Florida. Spain won't arm her civilians, so Britain will do it for her. Other obsolete arms are shipped out to Halifax and [stored, to later be shipped/then] down the US Atlantic coast, supplying those blacks who want them.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Perhaps half of the smuggled arms actually end up in the hands of the US, who is pleased to get them <g>, and another half are lost/thrown away. (Many slaves or maroons plan on rebelling – but get cold feet. The penalty for a black being caught with an illicit firearm is death.) But even so, thousands of muskets appear in the US hinterlands in the hands of people the authorities would really not have have them. Which means that thousands of militia that were intended for front lines may be tied down on the home front.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]With the huge logistics effort, SOMEONE needs to travel from one end of British territory to the other checking that matériel is getting where it is supposed to go, that goods aren't 'falling off the truck', that suitable storehousing and warehousing is available along the route. In between stints at headquarters, William travels from Québec to New Orléans through Chicago, the lead mines, the iron and copper mines, the border forts and the white and Indian farms. He travels by steamship, sailing ship, canoe, bateau, horse, rail, foot and carriage, by sleigh and sled and snowshoe. Making copious notes the whole time, and firing off letters back to HQ about bottlenecks that need fixing, transport modes that need improving, and people who are doing particularly good or particularly bad jobs.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]William happens to be one of those people who is doing a particularly good job, and as the push of war matériel increases even more, the officer in charge is raised to Quartermaster General for the theatre, and William is made his deputy, overseeing several people doing what he had been doing. Since he is being so useful in place, and pulling him out would upset the war preparation, he is kept in his job (and not called back to England, for instance).[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]As for the matter of his future, William has been behaving himself (mostly[3]) in the view of the Government, he is doing good work, and still wishes to proceed with his conversion. In the spring of 1841, after having been in the Quartermaster's service for about a year and a half, and doing the job in Canada for about a year, Leopold the Prince Consort and a representative of the Government travel to Canada to talk to William. (Normally, William would have gone back to London for the discussion, this is a lousy time to pull him out – a round trip would take months. And this way, his dad gets to see him at work, and gauge how he's doing in person.) In the meantime, the Government has had time to prepare the groundwork for William's conversion. The first item of business is to ascertain whether that groundwork is necessary, if William insists on converting. He does, and they arrange for William to write a letter abdicating his position as Crown Prince, and requesting that he be removed from the line of succession. When they return, they will carry the letter and present it to the Queen, and the Government. The next item of business is to install William as Duke of Montreal, as the first and senior peer in the Canadian Peerage. (He was getting that whether or not the conversion happened. The ceremony of installation is conducted by the Viceroy and Prince Leopold, jointly acting as Her Majesty's representatives in this matter.) And finally, William gets to informally asks them whether there is any update on the possibility of his marrying Antonia, and if so what the status is. He is told that the marriage was put on hold, while things were being worked out, but this visit marked the beginning of the end of his being 'in limbo' or 'on hold'. Exploratory negotiations with Portugal were on-going, and there was a reasonable chance that something could be worked out. But, of course, the details would vary immensely depending on whether William converted or not. Now that that decision is taken, and now that a) William has behaved himself (although his father uses a politer phrase) and b) the necessary Governmental preparations are in order, final negotiations can be completed. Britain now had no objections, and the ball was in Portugal's court. [They're shading things a bit, but not much.] So William's next letter to his fiancée is even longer and more babbling than usual.[4][/FONT]
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[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]1 there are some analogies to the US view of the Philippines in World War II – in the fall of 1941 they suddenly believed it possible to actually defend the islands after all, long enough to be relieved, anyway. If the Japanese had waited another 6 months, they'd have had a very tough task there.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]2 American spies know that the British sensu lato have cannon on their gunboats, and are practising. That doesn't worry the Americans too very much, because they are planning cannon on their boats, too. Given the flimsiness of riverboats, a solid hit with either solid shot or shell will destroy a boat. Shell, however, is far more lethal with glancing hits, and is more lethal to the people on the boat, few of whom would be directly killed by a solid ball. The British also have shrapnel and case shot, and enough that each boat can be provided with a variety of ammunition. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]3 William has been attending church, or at least services, every Sunday. If they are nowhere near a church, he leads his group in Morning Prayer. If he is in a town with multiple churches, he goes to the Anglican (or at least Protestant) one. If the town only has a Roman Catholic parish, he goes there – and there is some suspicion that he ends up in those sorts of towns more often than mere chance might account for. Still, he's only attending Roman services when he 'has to', and if he tries to take communion at Roman services, well he encourages the Protestant members of his entourage to do so, too, and the Catholic ones to take communion at Protestant churches, although he doesn't push anyone. His example causes considerable comment in Canada, but mostly about his piety, and secondarily about his building bridges between the confessional communities. Any one who stays on his staff for any period of time ends up with respect for the other side of Canada's religious divide.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Note, further, that his 'cross denomination' services are somewhat controversial – but they are out in the boonies (any place that only has one church is pretty small), and are couched in patriotic terms 'Here are weary loyal servants of Her Majesty, wishing to attend a service to strengthen them.' and in terms of building cross-confessional bridges. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]4 William has been writing weekly letters to Antonia, which given the vagaries of the post often arrive in inch thick packets. Because he's writing about what he is currently doing, Antonia is now about the fifth best qualified person in the world to do the job of deputy Quartermaster in Canada <g>. Her letters to him arrive as irregularly, but she keeps him up-to-date on the status of the wedding negotiations as much as she knows. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]The 'shading' I mentioned was that the British were holding off on any kind of serious commitment until they knew how William was going to behave. The ball WOULD be in Portugal's court the moment Leopold and the official report gets back to London – and then to Lisbon.[/FONT]