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Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

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only two hours and ten minutes; the firing from<br />

their batteries has but just ceased -- ours is still<br />

continuing; the small arms now are just coming to<br />

action. I have no time to write any more; you must<br />

conceive what we feel, for I cannot describe it. I<br />

am satisfied that I can fight; I know I am no<br />

coward; therefore, call on Mr. Loomis and drink<br />

my health, and I will pay the shot. Three <strong>of</strong> my<br />

men are wounded -- by a shell which burst within<br />

two feet <strong>of</strong> me. The boat from the fleet, which has<br />

just landed under our fort, says the British<br />

commodore is killed. Out <strong>of</strong> 300 on board their<br />

ship, 25 remain alive. Some <strong>of</strong> our <strong>of</strong>ficers, who<br />

have been on board, say the blood is knee deep.<br />

Their force we have taken consists <strong>of</strong> one ship, 36<br />

guns; one brig <strong>of</strong> 18 guns, and two sloops.<br />

“Huzza! huzza! Twenty or thirty British<br />

prisoners, taken by our militia, have just arrived in<br />

fort. I can write no more, for the time grows<br />

dubious.<br />

“Yours forever,<br />

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