Writing to her husband, Abigail expressed anguish at nearby fighting: June 18, 1775, «Charlestown is laid in ashes... How many have fallen we know not. The constant roar of the cannon is so distressing, that we cannot eat, drink, or sleep.» Yet, she displayed constant fortitude: August 5, 1777, «It is almost thirteen years since we were united, but not more than half that time have we had the happiness of living together. The unfeeling world may consider it in what light they please. I consider it as a sacrifice to my country.. .» And she enlivened her writing with pithy accounts of Revolutionary doings: July 31, 1777, «You must know that there is a great scarcity of sugar and coffee... An eminent, wealthy, stingy merchant had a hogshead of coffee in his store, which he refused to sell... under six shillings per pound. A number of females... assembled with a cart and trucks, marched down to the warehouse, and demanded the keys, which he refused to deliver. Upon which, one of them seized him by his neck.. .» The women «then opened the warehouse, hoisted out the coffee themselves, put it into the truck and drove off... .A large concourse of men stood amazed, silent spectators of the whole transaction.»
Abigail’s letters, letters of «a vigorous mind,» are a fascinating read. (Introduction by Sue Anderson)
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