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When I talk of Whig and Tory, when I tell the Rebel

story, To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burn

ing coals.

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I had heard the muskets' rattle of the April running

battle; Lord Percy's hunted soldiers, I can see their red coats

still; But a deadly chill comes o'er me, as the day looms up

before me,

When a thousand men lay bleeding on the slopes of

Bunker's Hill.

heard and used by her. They begin the first number of The Crisis : “These are the times that try men's souls : the summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country ; but he that stands it now deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.”

3. The terms Whig and Tory were applied to the two parties in England who represented, respectively, the Whigs political and religious liberty, the Tories royal prerogative and ecclesiastical authority. The names first came into use in 1679 in the struggles at the close of Charles II.'s reign, and continued in use until a generation or so ago, when they gave place to somewhat corresponding terms of Liberal and Conservative. At the breaking out of the war for Independence, the Whigs in England opposed the measures taken by the crown in the management of the American colonies, while the Tories supported the crown. The names were naturally applied in America to the patriotic party, who were termed Whigs, and the loyalist party, termed Tories. The Tories in turn called the patriots rebels.

5. The Lexington and Concord affair of April 19, 1775, when Lord Percy's soldiers retreated in a disorderly manner to Charlestown, annoyed on the way by the Americans who followed and accompanied them.

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'T was a peaceful summer's morning, when the first

thing gave us warning Was the booming of the cannon from the river and

the shore: “ Child,” says grandma, " what's the matter, what is

all this noise and clatter? Have those scalping Indian devils come to murder us

once more ?”

Poor old soul! my sides were shaking in the midst of

all my quaking, To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to

roar:

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She had seen the burning village, and the slaughter

and the pillage, When the Mohawks killed her father with their bul.

lets through his door.

Then I said, “ Now, dear old granny, don't you fret

and worry any, For I 'll soon come back and tell you whether this is

work or play ; There can't be mischief in it, so I won't be gone a

minute" For a minute then I started. I was gone the livelong

day.

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No time for bodice-lacing or for looking-glass grima

cing; 16. The Mohawks, a formidable part of the Six Nations, were held in great dread, as they were the most cruel and warlike of all the tribes. In connection with the French they fell upon the frontier settlements during Queen Anne's war, early in the eighteenth century, and committed terrible deeds, long remembered in New England households.

Down my hair went as I hurried, tumbling half-way

to my heels; God forbid your ever knowing, when there's blood

around her flowing, How the lonely, helpless daughter of a quiet house

hold feels!

In the street I heard a thumping ; and I knew it was

the stumping Of the Corporal, our old neighbor, on the wooden leg

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he wore,

With a knot of women round him, - it was lucky I

had found him, So I followed with the others, and the Corporal

marched before.

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They were making for the steeple, – the old soldier

and his people; The pigeons circled round us as we climbed the creak

ing stair, Just across the narrow river — Oh, so close it made

me shiver! Stood a fortress on the hill-top that but yesterday was

bare.

Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood

behind it, Though the earthwork bid them from us, and the stub

born walls were dumb: Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon

each other, And their lips were white with terror as they said,

THE HOUR HAS COME!

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The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we

tasted, And our heads were almost splitting with the cannons'

deafening thrill, When a figure tall and stately round the rampart

strode sedately; It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he commanded

on the hill.

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Every woman's heart grew bigger when we saw his

manly figure, With the banyan buckled round it, standing up so

straight and tall; Like a gentleman of leisure who is strolling out for

pleasure, Through the storm of shells and cannon-shot he

walked around the wall.

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At eleven the streets were swarming, for the red-coats'

ranks were forming; At noon in marching order they were moving to the

piers; How the bayonets gleamed and glistened, as we looked

far down, and listened To the trampling and the drum-beat of the belted

grenadiers ! 40. Colonel William Prescott, who commanded the detachment which marched from Cambridge, June 16, 1775, to fortify Breed's Hill

, was the grandfather of William Hickling Prescott, the historian. He was in the field during the entire battle of the 17th, in command of the redoubt.

42. Banyan - a flowered morning gown which Prescott is said to have worn during the hot day, a good illustration of the unmilitary appearance of the soldiers engaged. His nonchalant walk upon the parapets is also a historic fact, and was for the encouragement of the troops within the redoubt.

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At length the men have started, with a cheer (it

seemed faint-hearted), In their scarlet regimentals, with their knapsacks on

their backs, And the reddening, rippling water, as after a sea

fight's slaughter, Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood

along their tracks.

So they crossed to the other border, and again they

formed in order ; And the boats came back for soldiers, came for sol

diers, soldiers still: The time seemed everlasting to us women faint and

fasting, At last they're moving, marching, marching proudly

up the hill.

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We can see the bright steel glancing all along the

lines advancing Now the front rank fires a volley - they have thrown

away their shot ; For behind their earthwork lying, all the balls above

them flying, Our people need not hurry; so they wait and answer

not.

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Then the Corporal, our old cripple (he would swear

sometimes and tipple), He had heard the bullets whistle (in the old French

war) before, 62. Many of the officers as well as men on the American side bad become familiarized with service through the old French war, which came to an end in 1763.

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