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Professor Turnabout Makes History

Avigail Sharer

I’ve landed in a cellar. It’s 1861, apparently, and I’m in … oh, I’m in America. I wonder if I’ll see any Mishpacha Junior fans. I’ve heard that there are quite a number there.… Hmmm … maybe they haven’t been born yet. It’s dark and dank, and as I feel my way around I suddenly trip up and go flying onto my nose. Ouch! I wonder what that was. I look down to see a musty, old book with a leather cover. I bring it upstairs to the sunlight and peer at the cover. The Private Journal of William Dawes

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Who was William Dawes? Whoever he was, he must have lived a long time ago — the journal is dated 1775.  I open it up to somewhere in the middle and read:

Oh, am I angry. Many men work, only one receives recognition. Many men toil and struggle, only one becomes famous — praised for bravery throughout the land.

The man who I am referring to, of course, is Paul Revere.

Yes, my fellow fighter for freedom.

The man who has become a hero, while I am still cleaning people’s shoes and grooming the horses.

I wonder why the man — William Dawes — is so angry. I’ll turn back a few pages and see.

’Twas sometime after nine in the evening when Warren came to us in stealth, warning us that the King’s troops were about to set out across the waves, bound for Cambridge. He had heard the tramp of feet and the sound of the weapons as they marched down to their boats on the shore.

’Twas the moment we had been waiting for. Revere ordered for two lamps to be lit, a signal to the next town along that the King’s troops were on their way. And I saddled my horse, Firefly, and, giving her a good kick, set off through the night.

She’s a good horse, is Firefly, and we flew through the night. Gallop, gallop went her hooves. There was a full moon, so I could see the way through the fields and villages as I rode, hour after hour, through Medford, Lexington, and Concord to warn the patriots to rise from their beds, take their muskets from their hiding places, and prepare for battle.


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