*This was written for the DAR Essay Contest 2011*
I woke up with a start as I heard the heavy march of the British as they approached that day in 1814. The thundering footsteps sent vibrations through the house as if it were simply a wooden drum. I pulled on my silken blouse and grabbed my favorite goosefeather scarf and called for my stagecoach. No one answered. The house had been abandoned by my maids!
I mounted the horse closest to the outside of the stables, a mare by the name of Bluelight. My life was in danger. With a whinny she started, and soon I was hanging on for dear life on the back of the horse. As I barreled down the dirt path, I stopped the horse at the executive house. I had to get to my dear childhood friend Dollie Payne to warn her of the oncoming…
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