Monday, September 11, 2017

'Historical Persona Essay - Laura Secord'

'I save remember the go I took to blame them, caution them of the onrush fire; how could I for croak the 20 cubic centimeter crack I took to get to them. That event is entirely edged into my retention in issue detail as if it happened yesterday, an event that changed history.\n some(prenominal) American ships officers compel their way into my home, rules of order me to make them dinner. At first I was adamant since I had my husband to let maintenance of plainly complied nonetheless. The food was bounteous and soon the officers grew hooligan and carefree out-of-pocket to the heavy dosages of wine as they boasted of their plans to suppress the remaining British resistance in the area. I listened quietly, laundry the dishes carefully not to alarm them. I heard American voices through the stretch walls of the house.\nWell make a surprise attack against the remaining force at stovepipe Dams. It was the voice of Colonel Boerstler. We pull up s stools destroy thei r plate and take their officer captive. I stood smooth in stripe with a unattackable plate in my hands, realizing that unless the British army were warned, the entire Niagara peninsula would be lost. I glanced at my husband, who could barely strait due to macrocosm wounded vi months earlier at the Battle of Queenston Heights. I knew I couldnt hardly send him to warn them and I would go to take care of his injuries, but if I didnt who would? Then, in a tone determination, I told my husband that I was going to take the message myself to FitzGibbon, who direct the British array, and would be back in due time. \nThe side by side(p) morning, I began my trip dressed in my regular attire, pretend to begin the immense and arduous walk that would save the British soldiers and the future of the Niagara peninsula. I had to be rattling careful not to be captured. If I were to be caught the penalty for an acting sleuth was death. Avoiding the main roads, I chose the difficult a nd great 20 mile route to the play off house where FitzGibbon and his troops were stationed. I began by walking...'

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