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... horse would carry me directly to my own door . But my horse shows by his impatience that he is in a strange place . Absurd , that I should have mistaken this place for the old town of Boston ! It is a much finer city than the town of ...
... horse would carry me directly to my own door . But my horse shows by his impatience that he is in a strange place . Absurd , that I should have mistaken this place for the old town of Boston ! It is a much finer city than the town of ...
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... horse , took his daughter and proceeded to Concord . On his return a violent storm overtook him . At dark he stopped in Menotomy , now West Cambridge , at the door of a Mr. Cutter , a friend of his , who urged him to tarry the night ...
... horse , took his daughter and proceeded to Concord . On his return a violent storm overtook him . At dark he stopped in Menotomy , now West Cambridge , at the door of a Mr. Cutter , a friend of his , who urged him to tarry the night ...
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... horse , and chair were soon forgotten ; and probably many in the neighbourhood never heard a word on the subject . " There was indeed a rumour that Rugg was seen afterward in Connecticut , between Suffield and Hartford , passing through ...
... horse , and chair were soon forgotten ; and probably many in the neighbourhood never heard a word on the subject . " There was indeed a rumour that Rugg was seen afterward in Connecticut , between Suffield and Hartford , passing through ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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