'T is like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers
All the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried men's souls;"
When I talk of Whig and Tory, when I tell the Rebel story,
To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burning coals.
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.
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Even at $.99 this is a waste. What should have been an interesting story cannot be discerned in this poorly produced text. The illustrated pages with hand written text are so small that the writing cannot be read easily. Further, many pages are apparently missing and the 3 pages you can see overlap each other so that only 1 page appears fully readable. Shame that Holmes is no longer around to defend his efforts from the poor treatment they recieve here.