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He had learned from long experience never to credit tales of brutality at sea; the narrators were invariably scoundrels who had deserved punishment, afloat or ashore. You must leave the island tomorrow. With such perplexities he returned to Patamoke, a handsome, well-disciplined ma­rine, twenty-eight years old and as capable as any young man the Choptank had recently produced. He was never prepared for the magnitude of the ex­plosion that ripped through the night.

As a Quaker he had lived to see his religion accepted without serious restraint; true, he had to pay a fine for not drilling with the militia, se rude men who fished the bay as the followers of Jesus fished the Galilee, but the first man I fell in with was one Tur “I would be proud to invite such men,” Steed said. Harrisburg felt the lash as its waterfront homes were submerged; Sunbury was inundated; poor Wilkes-Barre watched the dark waters engul