ish redcotes are
coming back & they will burn everything along the rode the ---- I guess
you know what word goes there Ethen & I was so d--m mad at those g--d
d--m Brittish redcotes on acct. shooting Charley Davis dead that I said
give me a gun & show me the ---- who done it & they says no you had
better get your wife to a safe place to go to & then you can come back
because the ---- will be along this way again the ----. Well I drove as
fast as I could back to the farm & somebody had already told Prudence
what had hapend & as soon as I drove into the yd. she come out with my
muskit & hand it it to me & says dont you worry about me but you kill
every d--m redcote you can see & I says the ----s has killed Charley
Davis & she says I know it & here is all the bullits I could find. Well
when I got back to Lexington the redcotes was just coming along & Ethen
I guess they wont forget that march back to Boston for a little whiles
& I guess I wont either because the ----s burnt down my house & barn
& Prudence is gone to stay with her sister in Conk Cord & here I am
camping in a tent with a lot of other minit men on the out skirts of
Boston & there is a roomer a round camp that to morrow we are going to
move over to Bunker Hill which is a good name for a Boston Hill Ill say
& Ethen if you was to of told me a mo. ago that I would be fighting to
get Boston away from the Brittish I would of planked you 1 because they
could of had Boston for all I cared. Well Ethen I must go out and drill
some more now & probably we will half to listen to some Boston bird
makeing a speech they are great fellos for speeches about down with
Brittish tirrany & give me liberty or give me death but if you was
to ast me Ethen I would say give me back that house & barn what those
lousie redcotes burnt & when this excitement is all over what I want to
know is Ethen where do I get off at. Yrs Ed.

Chapter Six

THE WHISKY REBELLION.

In the Bedtime Story Manner of Thornton W. Burgess

"Just the DAY for a Whisky Rebellion," said Aunt Polly and off she ran,
lipperty-lipperty-lip, to get a few shooting rifles.

"Oh goody goody," cried little Emily. "Now we can all shoot at those
horrid Revenue Officers," for the collectors of internal revenue were
far from popular with these kindly Pennsylvania folk and Aunt Polly
Pinkwood had often promised the children that if they were good some day
they would be allowed to take a shot at a Revenue Off