The Independence Day Horror at Killsbury - Asenath Carver Coolidge - Bog

It was Independence Day. The sun rose gorgeously. The air was electric and inspiring. Blossoming plants were exhaling rare fragrance. The forests and rivers were palpitating with glad, soft sounds and gentle fervor. The birds were singing jubilantly, and various forms of living things were alert and antic. Yes, it was "Independence Day in the morning" as the Killsbury boys called it. It was full of glorious promise-the list of the dead and wounded had not as yet come in!