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Grandmother's Story
of
Bunker Hill Battle
 as She Saw it from the Belfry
by
Oliver Wendell Holmes
With Illustrations byHoward Pyle
Boston and New York
Houghton Mifflin Company
The Riverside Press Cambridge
MCMXXV
The Riverside Press
CAMBRIDGE · MASSACHUSETTS
PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.
 

GRANDMOTHER'S STORY
 of
BUNKER HILL
BATTLE

GRANDMOTHER'S STORY
 












'T is like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers
All the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried men's souls;"
When I talk of Whig and Tory, when I tell the Rebel story,
To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burning coals.




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.
I had heard the muskets' rattle
"Child," says grandma, "what's the matter
'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?"
'T was a peaceful summer's morning
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.
killed her father with their bullets through his door                        
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