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BATTLE OF THE KEGS. |
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From morn till night, these men of might
Display'd amazing courage; And when the sun was fairly down,
Retir'd to sup their porridge.
An hundred men, with each a pen,
Or more, upon my word, sir, It is most true would be too few,
Their valor to record, sir.
Such feats did they perform that day, Against those wicked kegs, sir,
That years to come, if they get home,
They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.
1 He spied a score of Tcegs or more. The following prose accounts of this affair were published in the Pennsylvania Ledger, a loyal print. u The town of Philadelphia, not being as fully acquainted with the subject of the following letter taken from a Burlington paper, as the ingenious author would have his readers believe them to be, it may be necessary to relate them the fact. At the time it happened, it was so trifling as not to be thought worthy of notice in this paper, and we do not doubt but our readers will allow this letter-writer full credit for the fertility of his invention. The case was that on the fifth of January last (1778), a barrel of an odd appearance came floating down the Delaware, opposite the town, and attracted the attention of some boys, who went in pursuit of it, and had scarcely got possession of it, when it blew up, and either killed |
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