Poem
Ol' Louisiana
Fiery winds do their role
It is inferno’s depths; devil’s inner soul
the heat accelerates, killing men and melting cold
cool winds blow seldom in this bare, bare land;
death's stronghold
Fiery winds do their role
It is inferno’s depths; devil’s inner soul
the heat accelerates, killing men and melting cold
cool winds blow seldom in this bare, bare land;
death's stronghold
Narrative
March 10, 1770
The paper has come out today in breaking news. Five days ago, there was a massacre at Kings Street. Our good neighbor, Samuel Maverick died, along with four others. Today we will attend at his funeral. He was killed by British soldiers. My father vows to avenge him. My mother begs him not to, yet he has already joined the famed "Sons of Liberty" and will fight the war against England.
January 1, 1771
Luckily, my father cannot join the war because he has been injured. He was wounded during a practice routine on Copps Hill, Attempting to ride a fine wild steed. It resulted in a rear kick to the face. My mother is happy that he cannot fight. My mother's happiness has ended though, because our crops have now died because our father cannot work the farm when he is wounded.
April 11, 1783
The colonies have won the war! Now we are the new "America". My father's wound has healed, and now our farm is growing corn by the minutes again. May America live forever
The paper has come out today in breaking news. Five days ago, there was a massacre at Kings Street. Our good neighbor, Samuel Maverick died, along with four others. Today we will attend at his funeral. He was killed by British soldiers. My father vows to avenge him. My mother begs him not to, yet he has already joined the famed "Sons of Liberty" and will fight the war against England.
January 1, 1771
Luckily, my father cannot join the war because he has been injured. He was wounded during a practice routine on Copps Hill, Attempting to ride a fine wild steed. It resulted in a rear kick to the face. My mother is happy that he cannot fight. My mother's happiness has ended though, because our crops have now died because our father cannot work the farm when he is wounded.
April 11, 1783
The colonies have won the war! Now we are the new "America". My father's wound has healed, and now our farm is growing corn by the minutes again. May America live forever
Informational
Boston Gazette The Terrible Massacre At King StreetOn March 5,1770, Boston, British soldiers attacked and killed 5 rebel patriots at a protest. 8 British soldiers were standing by King Street while the rebels complained about losing their jobs; courtesy of the Stamp Act.
British Private Hugh Montgomery was clobbered with a club by Bostonian Richard Holmes. When on his feet again, he shot and killed freed negro Crispus Attucks. “Fire, fools!” he yelled at his comrades, and soon there was a whole series of shooting.
Samuel Gray, James Caldwell, Samuel Maverick, and Patrick Carr ( an immigrant from Ireland ) were also killed. All were buried at The Granary Burying Ground in Boston. 17 days after the event, private Montgomery was held trial and rebel patriot John Adams was his attorney.
Montgomery and his fellow soldier Matthew Kilroy were found guilty of manslaughter and were sentenced to prison.
British Private Hugh Montgomery was clobbered with a club by Bostonian Richard Holmes. When on his feet again, he shot and killed freed negro Crispus Attucks. “Fire, fools!” he yelled at his comrades, and soon there was a whole series of shooting.
Samuel Gray, James Caldwell, Samuel Maverick, and Patrick Carr ( an immigrant from Ireland ) were also killed. All were buried at The Granary Burying Ground in Boston. 17 days after the event, private Montgomery was held trial and rebel patriot John Adams was his attorney.
Montgomery and his fellow soldier Matthew Kilroy were found guilty of manslaughter and were sentenced to prison.