Refridgerator Poem

A word or two by the way of this cape, (1) I wakened was with thundering noise and pietous shrieks of dreadful voice, (2) The cry of the indians was dreadful, especially when they saw their men run out of the rendevous but were commanded not to shoot till they could take full aim at them, (3) Oh the roaring, and singing and danceing, and yealling of those black creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell, (4) An army of Devils is horribly broke in upon the place which is the center and, after a sort, the firstborn of our English settlements, (5) They charged the English, that so kindly received them with their muskets loaded with pistol shot, that down fell their God, and divers lay sprawling on the ground, (6) Thus it pleased God to vanquish their enemies and give them deliverance. (7)

1. Pg. 45, William Bradford
2. Pg. 79, Anne Bradstreet
3. Pg. 49, William Bradford
4. Pg. 83, Mary Rowlandson
5. Pg. 120, Cotton Mather
6. Pg. 36, John Smith
7. Pg. 49, William Bradford

Live long and prosper,
Alexander the Great