Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle

Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle
as She Saw it from the Belfry

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Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle by Oliver Wendell Holmes

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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.

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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:
She had seen the burning village, and the slaughter and the pillage, When the Mohawks killed her father with their bullets through his door.

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