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RISE, rise, bright genius rise, 
Conduct thy sons to war ; 
Thy spear pois'd to the skies, 
Whirl, whirl, thy rapid car ; 
Fire each firm breast with noble zeal, 
To conquer for the common weal. 

For years the iron rod, 
Has hover d o'er our heads, 
Submit to George s nod, 
Whose power all Europe dreads; 
The slavish minion trembling cries, 
But freedom's sons all fears despise. 

All means for peace we've tried, 
But found those measures vain, 
North s ministerial pride, 
Thought fear made us complain; 
But in the end convinc'd he'll see, 
We dread not death, but slavery. 

Tho fatal lust of power, 
Has steel d the tyrant's soul, 
Tho in an ill-timed hour, 
He bid his thunders roll, 
Great Liberty, inspir'd by thee, 
We fly to death or victory! 

Great nature's law inspires, 
All free-born souls unite, 
While common interest fires 
Us to defend our rights, 
Against corruption's boundless claim, 
And firmly fix great freedom's reign. 

They foreign troops employ, 
For mercenary hire; 
Their weakness we enjoy, 
Each pulse new ardors fire; 
Couvinc'd the wretch who fights for pay, 
Will never bear the palm away. 

They boast their power by sea, 
The ruin of our trade, 
Our navy soon they'll see ? 
Wide o'er the ocean spread ; 
Britain not long shall boast her reign, 
O'er the wide empire of the main. 

Throughout the universe, 
Our commerce we'll extend, 
Each power on the reverse, 
Shall seek to be our friends, 
Whilst our sons, crown'd with wealth immense, 
Sing Washington and Common Sense.

''Note:'' The following appeared in the //Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution//, written by Frank Moore in 1856. This book is now out of print and in the public domain.
!Introduction

The particulars known, concerning the capture, trial, and execution of this gallant, and much lamented young officer, are few. Washington, after the retreat of his army from Long Island, in 1776, wishing to obtain information relative to the true situation, and in tended operations, of the royal troops, applied to one of his officers, for a "discreet and enterprising person to penetrate the enemy's camp." This request was communicated to [[Nathan Hale]], a captain in Colonel Knowlton's regiment." Animated by a sense of his duty,"Hale undertook the dangerous service, and passed into the British lines in disguise. He obtained the desired information; but on his return, was apprehended and carried before Sir William Howe, to whom he frankly acknowledged the object of his visit. Howe immediately gave an order to the provost marshal, and Hale was executed in the early part of the next day." The execution was carried on in a most unfeeling manner, and by as great a savage as ever disgraced humanity. A clergyman, whose attendance he desired, was refused him; a bible for a moment s devotion was not procured, though he requested it. Letters, which on the morning of his execution, he wrote to his mother, and other friends, were destroyed ; and this very extraordinary reason given by the provost marshal, that the rebels should not know that they had" a man in their army who could die with so much firmness. "
!!A Ballad

THE breezes went steadily thro the tall pines,
A saying " oh ! hu-ush !" a saying " oh ! hu-ush !"
As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse,
For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush.

"Keep still ! " said the thrush as she nestled her young,
In a nest by the road ; in a nest by the road.
"For the tyrants are near, and with them appear,
What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good."

The brave captain heard it, and thought of his home,
In a cot by the brook ; in a cot by the brook.
With mother and sister and memories dear,
He so gaily forsook ; he so gaily forsook.

Cooling shades of the night were coming apace,
The tattoo had beat ; the tattoo had beat.
The noble one sprang from his dark lurking place,
To make his retreat ; to make his retreat.

He warily trod on the dry rustling leaves,
As he pass'd thro the wood; as he pass'd thro' the wood ;
And silently gain'd his rude launch on the shore,
As she play'd with the flood; as she play'd with the flood.

The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night,
Had a murderous will; had a murderous will
They took him and bore him afar from the shore,
To a hut on the hill; to a hut on the hill.

No mother was there, nor a friend who could cheer,
In that little stone cell; in that little stone cell.
But he trusted in love, from his father above.
In his heart, all was well; in his heart, all was well

An ominous owl with his solemn base voice,
Sat moaning hard by; sat moaning hard by.
"The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice,
"For he must soon die; for he must soon die."

The brave fellow told them, no thing he restrain'd,
The cruel gen'ral ; the cruel gen'ral.
His errand from camp, of the ends to be gain'd,
And said that was all; and said that was all.

They took him and bound him and bore him away,
Down the hill's grassy side; down the hill's grassy side.
Twas there the base hirelings, in royal array,
His cause did deride; his cause did deride.

Five minutes were given, short moments, no more,
For him to repent; for him to repent;
He pray'd for his mother, he ask'd not another,
To Heaven he went; to Heaven he went.

The faith of a martyr, the tragedy shew'd,
As he trod the last stage; as he trod the last stage.
And Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood,
As his words do presage, as his words do presage.

"Thou pale king of terrors, thou life s gloomy foe,
Go frighten the slave, go frighten the slave;
Tell tyrants, to you, their allegiance they owe.
No fears for the brave; no fears for the brave."

''A FABLE. ''

REJOICE, Americans, rejoice! 
Praise ye the Lord with heart and voice! 
The treaty s signed with faithful France, 
And now, like Frenchmen, sing and dance! 

But when your joy gives way to reason, 
And friendly hints are not deem'd treason, 
Let me, as well as I am able, 
Present your Congress with a fable. 

Tired out with happiness, the frogs 
Sedition croak'd through all their bogs; 
And thus to Jove the restless race, 
Made out their melancholy case. 

"Fam'd, as we are, for faith and prayer, 
We merit sure peculiar care; 
But can we think great good was meant us, 
When logs for Governors were sent us? 

"Which numbers crush'd they fell upon, 
And caus'd great fear, -- till one by one, 
As courage came, we boldly fac'd 'em, 
Then leap'd upon 'em, and disgrac'd em! 

"Great Jove" they croak'd, "no longer fool us, 
None but ourselves are fit to rule us; 
We are too large, too free a nation, 
To be encumber'd with taxation! 

"We pray for peace, but wish confusion, 
Then right or wrong, a -- revolution! 
Our hearts can never bend t' obey; 
Therefore no king -- and more we'll pray." 

Jove smiled, and to their fate resign'd 
The restless, thankless, rebel kind; 
Left to themselves, they went to work, 
First signed a treaty with king Stork. 

He swore that they, with his alliance, 
To all the world might bid defiance; 
Of lawful rule there was an end on't, 
And frogs were henceforth -- independent. 

At which the croakers, one and all, 
Proclaim d a feast, and festival! 
But joy to-day brings grief to-morrow; 
Their feasting o'er, now enter sorrow! 

The Stork grew hungry, long'd for fish; 
The monarch could not have his wish; 
In rage he to the marshes flies, 
And makes a meal of his allies. 

Then grew so fond of well-fed frogs, 
He made a larder of the bogs! 
Say, Yankees, don't you feel compunction, 
At your unnatural, rash conjunction? 

Can love for you in him take root, 
Who s Catholic, and absolute? 
I'll tell these croakers how he'll treat 'em; 
Frenchmen, like storks, love frogs -- to eat em.

Written by William Billings (b. Boston, October 7, 1746 – d. Boston, September 26, 1800) , he is more known as being one of the earliest native American writers of music in America. He was zealous in the cause of liberty, and the his support of the revolution stood clear in his works. It was his support of the revoltuion that made him popular with the colonists. 

''A HYMN''

LET tyrants shake their iron rod, 
	And slavery clank her galling chains; 
We fear them not; we trust in God --
	New England's Grod for ever reigns. 

Howe and Burgoyne, and Clinton, too, 
	With Prescott and Cornwallis join'd, 
Together plot our overthrow, 
	In one infernal league combin'd. 

When God inspir'd us for the fight, 
	Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc'd; 
Their ships were shatter'd in our sight, 
	Or swiftly driven from our coast. 

The foe comes on with haughty stride; 
	Our troops advance with martial noise; 
Their veterans flee before our youth, 
	And generals yield to beardless boys. 

What grateful offering shall we bring? 
	What shall we render to the Lord? 
Loud hallelujahs let us sing, 
	And praise his name on every chord.

Originally this song was published in England's //Royal Gazette//, in 1779. Soon after it was republished on a ballad sheet.

''A NEW BALLAD'' 

	ROUSE, Britons ! at length, 
	And put forth your strength, 
Perfidious France to resist, 
	Ten Frenchmen will fly, 
	To shun a black eye, 
If an Englishman doubles his fist. 
		Derry down, down, hey derry down. 

	But if they feel stout, 
	Why let them turn out, 
With their maws stuff'd with frogs, soups, and jellies; 
	Brave Hardy's sea thunder, 
	Shall strike them with wonder, 
And make the frogs leap in their bellies ! 

	For their Uons and their ships, 
	We care not three skips 
Of a flea -- and their threats turn into jest, O ! 
	We'll bang their bare ribs, 
	For the infamous fibs, 
Cramm'd into their fine manifesto. 

	Our brethren so frantic, 
	Across the Atlantic, 
Who quit their old friends in a huff; 
	In spite of their airs, 
	Are at their last prayers, 
And of fighting have had quantum suff. 

	Then if powers at a distance, 
	Should offer assistance, 
Say boldly, " we want none, we thank ye," 
	[[Old England's a match]], 
	And more for old scratch, 
A Frenchman, a Spaniard, a Yankee ! 
	Derry down, down, hey derry down.

This song appeared in the //Pennsylvania Packet// under the original title //A new song, to the plaintive tune of 'Hozier's Ghost.'// The song's origin lies in the creation of the Tea Tax and its' enactment on May 10, 1773. With the passing of the Tea Tax, colonist hostilities were running high, no more so than in Boston. When the ship Dartmouth arrived in Boston Harbor on November 28, 1773 it carried a total of 114 chests of teas. The ship joined two others that were docked at Griffin's wharf, and the cargo's unloading was blocked by the Sons of Liberty. That night a mob, disguised as Indians boarded all three ships and dumped the tea into the harbor. This song, chronicles the events.

''A NEW SONG''

As near beauteous Boston lying,
On the gently swelling flood,
Without jack or pendant flying,
Three ill-fated tea-ships rode.

Just as glorious Sol was setting,
On the wharf, a numerous crew,
Sons of freedom, fear forgetting,
Suddenly appeared in view.

Armed with hammers, axe and chisels,
Weapons new for warlike deed,
Towards the herbage-freighted vessels,
They approached with dreadful speed.

O er their heads aloft in mid-sky,
Three bright angel forms were seen ;
This was Hampden, that was Sidney,
With fair Liberty between.

"Soon," they cried, " your foes you'll banish,
Soon the triumph shall be won ;
Scarce shall setting Phoebus vanish.
Ere the deathless deed be done."

Quick as thought the ships were boarded,
Hatches burst and chests displayed ;
Axes, hammers help afforded ;
What a glorious crash they made.

Squash into the deep descended,
Cursed weed of China s coast ;
Thus at once our fears were ended ;
British rights shall ne'er be lost.

Captains ! once more hoist your streamers,
Spread your sails, and plough the wave ;
Tell your masters they were dreamers,
When they thought to cheat the brave.

''A NEW SONG''

THE Frenchmen came upon the coast, 
Our great allies, and they did boast, 
They soon would bang the British host, 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

D'Estaing he wrote to General Lincoln, 
And told him that he need not think on 
Danger, but in quick step march down. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

So Lincoln came down to Savannah, 
The French and we all sung hosanna, 
We soon will take them every man-a. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

Then Maitland came just in the nick, 
Or we d have shown them such a trick, 
As would have made them very sick. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

But soon we found ourselves mistaken, 
And were glad to save our bacon, 
Rather than be killed or taken. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

We thought to take the enemy, 
But we, alas ! were forced to fly, 
We may do better by and by. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

The French, it's true, behav'd quite civil, 
Yet we wish'd them to the devil, 
And hope that good may spring from evil. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

And now that they on board are gone, 
Have left poor us here all alone, 
We've nought to do but sigh and moan. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

The enemy must keep their post, 
In spite of all the Gallic host, 
And Georgia we've for ever lost. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.

In the papers of the time, it appears as a //New War Song,// by Sir Peter Parker, written and printed in London, and adapted to the tune, //Well met, brother Tar!//

''A NEW WAR SONG''

MY Lords, with your leave, 
An account I will give, 
That deserves to be written in metre: 
For the rebels and I, 
Have been pretty nigh, 
Faith almost too nigh for Sir Peter. 

With much labor and toil, 
Unto Sullivan's Isle, 
I came firm as Falstaff or Pistol, 
But the Yankees, 'od rot 'em,
I could not get at 'em: 
Most terribly maul d my poor Bristol. 

Bold Clinton by land,
Did quietly stand, 
While I made a thundering clatter; 
But the channel was deep, 
So he only could peep, 
And not venture over the water. 

De'el take 'em, their shot 
Came so swift and so hot, 
And the cowardly dogs stood so stiff, sirs! 
That I put ship about, 
And was glad to get out, 
Or they would not have left me a skiff, sirs! 

Now bold as a Turk, 
I proceed to New York,
Where with Clinton and Howe you may find me. 
I've the wind in my tail, 
And am hoisting my sail, 
To leave Sullivan s island behind me. 

But my Lords, do not fear. 
For before the next year, 
Although a small island could fret us, 
The Continent whole, 
We shall take, by my soul, 
If the cowardly Yankees will let us.

The actions by the British in Charleston, South Carolina, during 1780 (see [[here|http://www.patriotresource.com/battles/charleston.html]] or [[here|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Charleston]]), was the subject of numerous songs and poems. The subjoined specimen was written by an officer of the royal army, and first published in a ballad-sheet, set to the tune of the //Watery God//.

''A SONG ABOUT CHARLESTON''.

[[KING HANCOCK]] sat in regal state,
And big with pride and vainly great,
Address'd his rebel crew,
These haughty Britons soon shall yield
The boasted honors of the field,
While our brave sons pursue.

Six thousand fighting men or more,
Protect the Carolina shore.
And Freedom will defend ;
And stubborn Britons soon shall feel,
'Gainst Charleston, and hearts of steel,
How vainly they contend.

But ere he spake in dread array,
To rebel foes, ill-fated day,
The British boys appear ;
Their mien with martial ardor fir'd,
And by their country s wrongs inspir'd,
Shook Lincoln's heart with fear.

See Clinton brave, serene, and great,
For mighty deeds rever'd by fate,
Direct the thund'ring fight,
While Mars, propitious God of war,
Looks down from his triumphal car,
With wonder and delight.

"Clinton," he cries, " the palm is thine,
'Midst heroes thou wert born to shine,
A great immortal name,
And Cornwallis' mighty deeds appear,
Conspicuous each revolving year,
The pledge of future fame."

Our tars, their share of glories won,
For they among the bravest shone,
Undaunted, firm and bold.
Whene'er engag'd, their ardor show'd
Hearts which with native valor glow'd,
Hearts of true British mould.

This is also known as //The Liberty Song//.

COME join hand in hand, brave Americans all, 
And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call ; 
No tyrannous acts, shall suppress your just claim, 
Or stain with dishonor America s name. 

In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live ; 
     Our purses are ready, 
     Steady, Friends, steady, 
Not as //slaves// but as freemen our money we'll give. 

Our worthy forefathers -- let's give them a cheer -- 
To climates unknown did courageously steer; 
Thro' oceans to deserts, for freedom they came, 
And, dying, bequeath'd us their freedom and fame. 

Their generous bosoms all dangers despis'd, 
So highly, so wisely, their birthrights they priz'd; 
We'll keep what they gave, we will piously keep, 
Nor frustrate their toils on the land or the deep. 

The Tree, their own hands had to Liberty rear'd, 
They lived to behold growing strong and rever'd ; 
With transport then cried, -- "Now our wishes we gain, 
For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain." 

How sweet are the labors that freemen endure, 
That they shall enjoy all the profit, secure, --
No more such sweet labors Americans know, 
If Britons shall reap what Americans sow. 

Swarms of placemen and pensioners soon will appear, 
Like locusts deforming the charms of the year : 
Suns vainly will rise, showers vainly descend, 
If we are to drudge for what others shall spend. 

Then join hand in hand brave Americans all, 
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall; 
In so righteous a cause let us hope to succeed, 
For Heaven approves of each generous deed. 

All ages shall speak with amaze and applause, 
Of the courage we'll show in support of our laws; 
To die we can bear, -- but to serve we disdain, 
For shame is to freemen more dreadful than pain. 

This bumper I crown for our sovereign's health, 
And this for Britannia's glory and wealth; 
That wealth, and that glory immortal may be, 
If she is but just, and we are but free. 
     In freedom we're born, &c.

This song appeared in the //''Connecticut Gazette''//, while British troops held possession of Boston. It was soon published in a ballad-sheet.

SMILE, Massachusetts, smile,
Thy virtue still outbraves
The frowns of Britain's isle,
And rage of home-born slaves.
Thy free-born sons disdain their ease,
When purchased by their liberties.

Thy genius, once the pride
Of Britain s ancient isle,
Brought o'er the raging tide
By our forefather's toil;
In spite of North s despotic power,
Shines glorious on this western shore.

In Hancock's generous mind
Awakes the noble strife,
Which so conspicuous shined,
In gallant Sydney s life;
While in its cause the hero bled,
Immortal honors crown d his head.

Let zeal your breasts inspire;
Let wisdom guide your plans;
'Tis not your cause entire,
On doubtful conflict hangs;
The fate of this vast continent,
And unborn millions share th' event.

To close the gloomy scenes
Of this alarming day,
A happy union reigns
Through wide America.
While awful wisdom hourly waits,
To adorn the councils of her states.

Brave Washington arrives,
Arrayed in warlike fame,
While in his soul revives
Great Marlboro s martial flame,
To lead your conquering armies on
To lasting glory and renown.

To aid the glorious cause,
Experienc'd Lee has come,
Renown'd in foreign wars,
A patriot at home.
While valiant Putnam's warlike deeds,
Amongst the foe a terror spreads.

Let Britons proudly boast,
"That their two thousand braves,
Can drive our numerous host,
And make us all their slaves;"
While twice six thousand quake with fear,
Nor dare without their lines appear.

Kind Heaven has deign'd to own
Our bold resistance just,
Since murderous Gage began
The bloody carnage first.
Near ten to one has been their cost,
For each American we've lost.

Stand firm in your defence,
Like Sons of Freedom fight,
Your haughty foes convince,
That you ll maintain your right.
Defiance bid to tyrants frown,
And glory will your valor crown.

//A little hero//. 

This was Capt. Carnes, officer of the day, who communicated the fact of Champe's desertion to Major Lee.

''ABOUT SAVANNAH''

		Come let us rejoice, 
		With heart and with voice, 
Her triumphs let loyalty show, sir, 
		While bumpers go round, 
		Re-echo the sound, 
Huzza for the king and Prevost, sir. 

		With warlike parade, 
		And his Irish brigade, 
His ships and his spruce Gallic host, sir, 
		As proud as an elf, 
		D'Estaing came himself, 
And landed on Georgia's coast, sir. 

		There joining a band, 
		Under Lincoln s command, 
Of rebels and traitors and whigs, sir, 
		'Gainst the town of Savannah 
		He planted his banner, 
And then he felt wondrous big, sir. 

		With thund'ring of guns, 
		And bursting of bombs, 
He thought to have frighten'd our boys, sir. 
		But amidst all their din, 
		Brave Maitland push'd in,
And Moncrieffe cried, "A fig for your noise," sir, 

		Chagrined at delay, 
		As he meant not to stay, 
The Count form'd his troops in the morn, sir. 
		Van, centre, and rear 
		March'd up without fear, 
Cock sure of success, by a storm, sir. 

		Though rude was the shock, 
		Unmov'd as a rock, 
Stood our firm British bands to their works, sir. 
		While the brave German corps, 
		And Americans bore 
Their parts as intrepid as Turks, sir. 

		Then muskets did rattle, 
		Fierce raged the battle, 
Grape shot, it flew thicker than hail, sir. 
		The ditch fill'd with slain, 
		Blood dyed all the plain, 
When rebels and French turned tail, sir. 

		See ! see ! how they run ! 
		Lord ! what glorious fun ! 
How they tumble, by cannon mow'd down, sir ! 
		Brains fly all around, 
		Dying screeches resound, 
And mangled limbs cover the ground, sir. 

		There Pulaski fell,
		That imp of old Bell, 
Who attempted to murder his king, sir. 
		But now he is gone, 
		Whence he'll never return ; 
But will make hell with treason to ring, sir. 

		To Charleston with fear, 
		The rebels repair ; 
D'Estaing scampers back to his boats, sir. 
		Each blaming the other, 
		Each cursing his brother, 
And -- may they cut each other's throats, sir. 

		Scarce three thousand men, 
		The town did maintain, 
'Gainst three times their number of foes, sir, 
		Who left on the plain, 
		Of wounded and slain, 
Three thousand to fatten the crows, sir. 

		Three thousand ! no less ! 
		For the rebels confess 
Some loss, as you very well know, sir. 
		Then let bumpers go round, 
		And re-echo the sound. 
Huzza for the king and Prevost, sir.

To make things easy, adventure seeds have been organized a little. I've organized them by Region/Colony. That way, if you are running games in New England, you can look under new England and the colony you are interested in.

Note, that these seeds are small right now, but they will be added too.
!!Region
*[[New England]]
*[[Middle Colonies]]
*[[Southern Colonies]]

IT was on Mr. Percy's land, 
	At squire Rugeley's corner, 
Great H. and G. met sword in hand, 
	Upon a point of honor. 

G. went before with Colonel E., 
	Together in a carriage ; 
On horseback followed H. and P., 
	As if to steal a marriage. 

On chosen ground they now alight, 
	For battle duly harness'd, 
A shady place and out of sight, 
	It show'd they were in earnest. 

They met, and in the usual way 
	With hat in hand saluted, 
Which was, no doubt, to show how they 
	Like gentlemen disputed. 

And then they both together made 
	This honest declaration, 
That they came there, by honor led, 
	But not by inclination. 

That if they fought 'twas not because 
	Of rancor, spite or passion, 
But only to obey the laws 
	Of custom and the fashion. 

The pistols then, before their eyes, 
	Were fairly prim'd and loaded! 
H. wished, and so did G. likewise, 
	The custom was exploded! 

But as they now had gone so far 
	In such a bloody business, 
For action straight they both prepare 
	With mutual forgiveness. 

But lest their courage should exceed 
	The bounds of moderation, 
Between the seconds 'twas agreed 
	To fix them each a station. 

The distance stepp'd by Colonel P.  
	Was only eight short paces; 
"Now, gentlemen," says Colonel E.,  
	"Be sure to keep your places." 

Quoth H. to G. -- "Sir, please to fire! 
	Quoth Gr. -- "No, pray begin, sir;" 
And truly one must needs admire 
	The temper they were in, sir. 

We ll fire both at once, said he, 
	And so they both presented; 
No answer was returned by Gr., 
	But silence, sir, consented. 

They paus'd awhile, these gallant foes, 
	By turns politely grinning, 
Till after many cons and pros, 
	H. made a brisk beginning. 

He missed his mark, but not his aim, 
	The shot was well directed; 
It sav'd them both from hurt and shame, 
	What more could be expected? 

Then G. to show he meant no harm, 
	But hated jars and jangles, 
His pistol fired across his arm, 
	From H. almost at angles. 

H. now was called upon by G., 
	To fire another shot, sir; 
He smiled, and "After this," quoth he, 
	"No, truly, I cannot, sir." 

Such honor did they both display, 
	They highly were commended ; 
And thus in short, this gallant fray 
	Without mischance was ended. 

No fresh dispute, we may suppose, 
	Will e'er by them be started, 
For now the chiefs, no longer foes, 
	Shook hands, and so they parted.

This disease is one that originates from mosquitoes, and Colonists living near wetlands are often the ones who suffer from this disease. Even in New England, this disease is found and poses a constant threat to Colonists. Colonist living in the souther regions of the Colonies are more at risk, and this is due to the warmer temperatures, and the large amount of wetlands found, especially in North and South Carolina.

Trader on the Albany-Abbotsford-Marketville route Lost his sons in the events of Sin Eater

|Might|11|Nimble|13|Vigor|9|
|Reason|12|Resolution|11|Actions|3|
|Faith|9|Sanity|45|Vitality|50|
''Skills''

Melee 11; Observe 12; Shoot 15; Woodworking 11

This appeared in the early part of 1775, and afterwards reprinted in the//Constitutional Gazette//, with a slight abridgment in the text.

''ALPHABET''

A, stands for Americans, who scorn to be slaves;
B, for Boston, where fortitude their freedom saves;
C, stands for Congress, which, though loyal, will be free;
D, stands for defence, gainst force and tyranny.
Stand firmly, A and Z,
We swear for ever to be free !

E, stands for evils, which a civil war must bring ;
F, stands for fate, dreadful to both people and king ;
G, stands for George, may God give him wisdom and grace ;
H, stands for hypocrite, who wears a double face.

J, stands for justice, which traitors in power defy,
K, stands for king, who should to such the axe apply ;
L, stands for London, to its country ever true,
M, stands for Mansfield, who hath another view.

N , stands for North, who to the House the mandate brings,
O, stands for oaths, binding on subjects not on kings :
P, stands for people, who their freedom should defend,
Q, stands for quere, when will England s troubles end ?

R, stands for rebels, not at Boston but at home,
S, stands for Stuart, sent by Whigs abroad to roam,
T, stands for Tories, who may try to bring them back,
V, stands for villains, who have well deserved the rack.

W, stands for Wilkes, who us from warrants saved,
Y, for York, the New, half corrupted, half enslaved,
Z, stands for Zero, but means the Tory minions,
Who threatens us with fire and sword, to bias our opinions.
Stand firmly A and Z,
We swear for ever to be free!

J. W. Hewlirigs, the author of this ballad was a native of Nansemond, Virginia, where he died, in the early part of the year 1793.

COME rouse up my lads, and join this great cause,
In defence of your liberty, your property, and laws !
'Tis to honor we call you, stand up for your right,
And ne'er let our foes say, we are put to the flight.

For so just is our cause, and so valiant our men,
We always are ready, steady boys, steady ;
We ll fight for our freedom again and again.

The Scotch politicians have laid a deep scheme,
By invading America to bring Charlie in ;
And if the Scotch mist s not remov'd from the throne,
The crown's not worth wearing, the kingdom s undone.

The placemen, and commoners, have taken a bribe
To betray their own country, and the empire beside ;
And though the colonies stand condemned by some,
There are no rebels here, but are traitors at home.

The arbitrary minister, he acts as he please,
He wounds our constitution, and breaks through our laws ;
His troops they are landed, his ships they are moor d,
But boys all stand together, they will fall by the sword.

The great Magna Charta is wounded severe ;
By accounts from the doctors, 'tis almost past cure.
Let s defend it with the sword, or die with the braves,
For we had better die in freedom, than live and be slaves.

They tax us contrary to reason and right,
Expecting that we are not able to fight ;
But to draw their troop home, I do. think would be best,
For Providence always defends the oppressed.

The valiant Bostonians have enter'd the field,
And declare they will fall there before they will yield ;
A noble example ! In them we'll confide,
We'll march to their town, stand or fall by their side.

An union through the colonies will ever remain,
And ministerial taxation will be but in vain,
For we are all resolved to die or be free ;
So they may repeal the acts, for repeal d they must be.

WHILE I relate my story,
Americans give ear;
Of Britain's fading glory
I'll give a true relation,
Attend to what I say
Concerning the taxation
Of North America.

The cruel lords of Britain,
Who glory in their shame,
The project they have hit on
They joyfully proclaim; 
'Tis what they're striving after
Our right to take away,
And rob us of our charter
In North America.

There are two mighty speakers,
Who rule in Parliament,
Who ever have been seeking
Some mischief to invent;
Twas North, and Bute his father,
The horrid plan did lay
A mighty tax to gather
In North America.

They searched the gloomy regions
Of the infernal pit,
To find among their legions
One who excelled in wit;
To ask of him assistance,
Or tell them how they may
Subdue without resistance
This North America.

Old Satan the arch traitor,
Who rules the burning lake,
Where his chief navigator,
Resolved a voyage to take—;
For the Britannic ocean
He launches far away,
To land he had no notion
In North America.

He takes his seat in Britain,
It was his soul's intent
His comrades were pursuing
A diabolic way,
For to complete the ruin
Of North America.

He tried the art of magic
To bring his schemes about,
At length the gloomy project
He artfully found out;
Tlie plan was long indulged
In a clandestine way,
But lately was divulged
In North America.

These subtle arch-combiners
Addressed the British court,
All three were undersigners
Of this obscure report —
There is a pleasant landscape
That lieth far away
Beyond the wide Atlantic,
In North America.

There is a wealthy people,
Who sojourn in that land,
Their churches all with steeples
Most delicately stand;
Their houses like the gilly,
Are painted red and gay:
They nourish like the lily
In North America.

Their land with milk and honey,
Continually doth flow,
The want of food or money
They seldom ever know:
They heap up golden treasure,
They have no debts to pay,
They spend their time in pleasure
In North America.

On turkeys, fowls and fishes,
Most frequently they dine,
They crown their feasts with butter,
They eat, and rise to play;
In silks their ladies flutter,
In North America.

With gold and silver laces
They do themselves adorn,
The rubies deck their faces,
Refulgent as the morn!
Wine sparkles in their glasses,
They spend each happy day
In merriment and dances
In North America.

Let not our suit affront you,
When we address your throne, 
0 King, this wealthy country
And subjects are your own,
And you, their rightful sovereign,
They truly must obey,
You have a right to govern
This North America.

O King, you've heard the sequel
Of what we now subscribe,
Is it not just and equal
To tax this wealthy tribe?
The question being asked,
His majesty did say,
My subjects shall be taxed
In North America.

Invested with a warrant,
My publicans shall go,
The tenth of all their current
They surely shall bestow;
If they indulge rebellion,
Or from my precepts stray,
I'll send my war battalion
To North America.

I'll rally all my forces
By water and by land,
I'll burn both town and city,
With smoke becloud the day,
I'll show no human pity
For North America.

Go on, my hearty soldiers,
You need not fear of ill —
There's Hutchinson and Kogers,
Their functions will fulfil —
They tell such ample stories,
Believe them sure we may,
One half of them are tories
In North America.

My gallant ships are ready
To waft you o'er the flood,
And in my cause be steady,
Which is supremely good;
Go ravage, steal and plunder,
And you shall have the prey;
They quickly will knock under
In North America.

The laws I have enacted,
I never will revoke,
Although they are neglected,
My fury to provoke.
I will forbear to flatter,
I'll rule the mighty sway,
I'll take away the charter
From North America.

O George! you arc distracted,
You'll by experience find
The laws you have enacted
Are of the blackest kind.
I'll make a short digression,
And tell you by the way,
We fear not your oppression,
In North America.

Our fathers were distressed,
While in their native land;
By tyrants were oppressed
As we do understand;
For freedom and religion
They were resolved to stray,
And trace the desert regions
Of North America.

Heaven was their sole protector
While on the roaring tide,
Kind fortune their director,
And Providence their guide.
If I am not mistaken,
About the first of May,
This voyage was undertaken
For North America.

If rightly I remember,
This country to explore,
They landed in November
On Plymouth's desert shore.
The savages were nettled,
With fear they fled away,
So peaceably they settled
In North America.

We are their bold descendants, 
For liberty we'll fight, 
The claim to independence 
We challenge as our right; 
'Tis what kind Heaven gave us,
Who can it take away.
O, Heaven, sure will save us, 
In North America. 

We never will knock under, 
O, George ! we do not fear 
The rattling of your thunder, 
Nor lightning of your spear: 
Though rebels you declare us, 
We're strangers to dismay; 
Therefore you cannot scare us 
In North America. 

To what you have commanded 
We never will consent,
Although your trooops are landed
Upon our contient; 
We'll take our swords and muskets,
And march in dread array,
And drive the British red-coats
From North America.

We have a bold commander,
Who fears not sword or gun,
The second Alexander,
His name is Washington.
His men are all collected,
And ready for the fray,
To fight they are directed
For North America.

We've Greene and Gates and Putnam
To manage in the field,
A gallant train of footmen,
Who'd rather die than yiel ;
A stately troop of horsemen
Train'd in a martial way,
For to augment our forces
In North America.

Proud George, you are engaged
All in a dirty cause,
A cruel war have waged
Repugnant to all laws.
Go tell the savage nations
You're crueler than they,
To fight your own relations
In North America. 

Ten millions you've expended,
And twice ten millions more;
Our riches, you intended
Should pay the mighty score.
Who now will stand your sponsor,
Your charges to defray?
For sure you cannot conquer
This North America.

I'll tell you, George, in metre,
If you'll attend awhile;
We've forced bold Sir Peter
From Sullivan's fair isle.
At Monmouth, too, we gained
The honors of the day--
The victory we obtained
For North America.

Surely we were your betters
Hard by the Brandywine;
We laid him fast in fetters
Whose name was John Burgoyne;
We made your Howe to tremble
With terror and dismay;
True heroes we resemble,
In North America.

Confusion to the tories,
That black infernal name,
In which Great Britain glories,
For ever to her shame;
We'll send each foul revolter
To smutty Africa,
Or noose him in a halter,
In North America.

A health to our brave footmen,
Who handle sword and gun,
To Greene and Gates and Putnam
And conquering Washington;
Their names be wrote in letters
Which never will decay,
While sun, and moon do glitter
On North America.

Success unto our allies
In Holland, France and Spain,
Who man their ships and galleys,
Our freedom to maintain;
May they subdue the rangers
Of proud Britannia,
And drive them from their anchors
In North America.

Success unto the Congress
Of these United States,
Who glory in the conquests
Of Washington and Gates;
To all, both land and seamen.
Who glory in the day
When we shall all be freemen
In North America.

Success to legislation,
That rules with gentle hand,
To trade and navigation,
By water and by land.
May all with one opinion
Our wholesome laws obey,
Throughout this vast dominion
Of North America.

The origins of this song finds itself as being transposed by a refugee, and intended for the loyalists without the lines, while D'Estaing was in Georgia. It was not published until the French fleet had left the coast. It was adapted to the tune //The Cut Purse//, and became very popular with the friends of royalty, during the latter part of the war.

''A SONG''.

THE old English cause knocks at every man's door,
And bids him stand up for religion and right;
It addresses the rich as well as the poor;
And fair liberty, bids them, like Englishmen fight.
And suffer no wrong,
From a rebel throng,
Who, if they re not quelled, will enslave us ere long;
Most bravely then let us our liberty prize,
Nor suffer the Congress to blind all our eyes;
Or each rebel cut-purse, will soon give us law,
For they are as bad as a Tyler or Straw.

From France, D'Estaing to America has come.
The French banditti will rob our estates;
[[These robbers are all protected by Rome]];
Consult but their annals, record but their dates,
It's their politics
To burn heretics,
Or poison by water that's fetch'd from the Styx.
Let Frenchified rebels, in vain then attempt
To bring our own church, or our king to contempt ;
For no rebel cut-purse shall e'er give us law,
Should they prove as daring as Tyler or Straw.

The farces of Rome, with carrying her hosts,
Are laugh'd at and jeer'd by the learned and wise,
And all her thin tinsels apparently lost,
Her stories of relics, and sanctified lies.
Each ignorant joke
Believe, or you smoke,
And if we are conquer d we receive the Pope's yoke ;
But despising the counsels of Adams and Lee,
As loyal Americans, we'll die or be free.
For no rebel cut-throat shall e 'er give us law,
Should they prove as daring as Tyler or Straw.

Let curses most vile, and anathemas roar,
Let half-ruin'd France, to the Pope tribute pay ;
Britain's thundering cannon, shall guard safe our shore ;
Great G-eorge shall defend us, none else we'll obey.
Then France, join'd by Spain,
May labor in vain,
For soon the Havana shall be ours again.
The French then will scamper and quit every state,
And find themselves bubbled, when //morbleu// it's too late.
For no Frenchman, or rebel imp of the law,
In our old constitution can point out a flaw.

//And listen to the story//.

The following is taken from //Lee's Memoirs//:

General Washington, on his return to the army, immediately sent for Major Lee. This officer, on repairing to head-quarters, found the general alone in his marquee busily engaged in writing. As soon as he entered, a bundle of papers was laid before him for perusal, in which he found much information tending to prove that Arnold was not alone in the conspiracy, but that among others, a major-general, whose name was not concealed, was as guilty as Arnold himself. It was for the purpose of forming a plan to ascertain the truth of these suggestions, as well as for the capture of Arnold, that Washington had summoned Lee, and the project was known to them alone. " It is my desire," said Washington, " to probe to the bottom the intelligence contained in the papers you have just read ; to seize Arnold, and by securing him, to render it possible for me to restore the amiable and unfortunate Andre to his friends. Have you, in your legion, a person capable and willing to undertake a delicate and dangerous project? Who ever comes forward, will lay me under great personal obligations, and in behalf of the nation I will reward him." Lee suggested a sergeant of the cavalry as one in all respects qualified for the adventurous scheme, " being a man of tried courage and inflexible per severance, and as likely to reject an overture coupled with ignominy as any officer in the corps." The general was delighted to find that a non-commissioned officer was capable of carrying out*his views, and Lee returned to camp with his instructions to confer with Champe, as it was the design he should set off that night. After a long consultation, Champe was prevailed upon to undertake the enterprise. The instructions were read to him, and from them he prepared notes so disguised as to be understood only by himself. Arnold was upon no account to be injured, but to be allowed to escape rather than to be killed in preventing such an event. It was the desire of Washington to make a public example of him.

No time was lost. Champe immediately prepared himself and his horse for the journey, and a little before midnight, mounted to pursue his way to Paulus Hook. Within half an hour Captain Carnes, officer of the day, repaired to the quarters of Major Lee, and told him that the guard had fallen in with a dragoon, who, upon being questioned, put spurs to his horse and escaped; at the same time requesting orders for the pursuit. The major, who had assured Champe, that, in the event of his desertion being discovered before morning, he would delay the pursuit as long as possible, tried every device to accomplish it. He complained of the disturbance of his sleep, and suggested the probability of its being a countryman on his way home, or some soldier gone out on a tour of personal plea sure. Captain Carnes then returned to his quarters, paraded the troops and found one sergeant missing, of which he hastily informed Major Lee. Some delay was occasioned by these movements. Champe had been gone but an hour, when the troopers, under the command of a cornet, set off on the chase. A shower of rain had fallen soon after the sergeant s departure, which enabled the dragoons to take his trail. On they spurred, stopping occasionally during the darkness of the night, to examine the foot-prints of the fugitive's horse.* When morning broke, no longer forced to halt, they passed on rapidly. Ascending the summit of a bill, a few miles north of the village of Bergen, they descried Champe, not more than half a mile in front. He at the same time discovering them, put spurs to his horse, determined they should not overtake him The cornet now put his horses to the top of their speed, arid recollecting a short route through the woods, sent a party off that way, to intercept the road at a bridge below Bergen, while he with the remainder followed Champe. Being so closely pursued, Champe relinquished his intention of going to Paulus Hook, and sought refuge in some British galleys, that had for a long time occupied a station a few miles west of Bergen. On his entering the village he disguised his track by taking the beaten streets, and after passing through it, took the road leading to Elizabethtown. Meanwhile the cornet s party had readied the bridge, and found, with sore disappointment, the sergeant had slipped through their fingers. Returning up the road, they inquired whether a dragoon had been seen in the village, but could get no intelligence as to the road he had taken. The troops soon spread over the village, and in a short time again struck the trail. The chase was renewed with greater vigor, arid Champe was soon discovered. He, apprehending the event, had prepared himself for it, as he now had come abreast the galleys. Leaving his horse, and lashing his valise to his shoulders, he threw himself into the river and called out to the galleys for aid. This was quickly given. The British fired on the cornet s party, and sent a boat to meet Champe, who was taken on board and conveyed to New York, with a letter from the captain relating the facts of the case. The cornet returned to camp in the afternoon, when the soldiers, seeing the sergeant's horse in his possession, exclaimed, " The scoundrel is killed and the honor of our corps vindicated."

When Champe arrived at New York, he delivered the letter from the captain of the gallay to the commandant, and was soon sent to Sir Henry Clinton. He detained him more than an hour, questioning him in reference to the state of the army since the desertion of Arnold, the probable fate of Andre, and the popularity of Washington, all of which he answered warily. Placing two guineas in his hand, he advised Champe to visit Arnold. On seeing him, the traitor expressed great satisfaction, and pressed him to join a new legion he was raising. After some delay, Champe enlisted, for the purpose of securing the freedom of Arnold s house, which would further the plans of taking him when the time should arrive.

He now turned his attention to the delivery of letters he had brought, to the agents of Washington. On the following night he delivered one, but it was not until five days after he saw the person to whom the other was addressed, and who was to aid him in the capture of Arnold. While these things were transpiring, Andre was hung. Nothing now remained but to seize and deliver Arnol ! safely to Major Lee, who at an appointed time, was to be ready on the Jersey shore to receive him. Champe, from his enlistment, had every opportunity to notice the habits of Arnold. He discovered it was his custom to visit the garden on his return home every night. During this visit he was to be seized, gagged and carried into an adjoining alley, where Champe s friends were to receive and bear him to a boat in the North river.

On the night appointed, Major Lee left camp, with a body of cavalry and three led horses, one for Arnold, one for Champe, and a third for his friend ; never doubting the success of the adventure. The party reached Hoboken about midnight, and concealed them selves in an adjoining wood. Lee, with three dragoons, went down to the bank of the river. The night passed away, and no boat approached, when Lee returned to camp, much chagrined and disappointed at the issue of the project.

Soon after, Lee received a letter from the friend of Champe, informing him that on the very night appointed for the execution of the plot, Arnold had removed his quarters to another part of the town, to superintend the embarkation of troops, and the corps to which Champe belonged had already gone oa board the transports. Thus it happened that Sergeant Champe, instead of crossing the Hudson with his prisoner, was quietly placed on board a British transport, which he never departed from until the troops under Arnold landed in Virginia.

On the junction with Cornwallis, Champe deserted, passing into North Carolina and keeping within the friendly districts of that State, safely joined the American army, near the Congaree river. His old comrades were surprised to see a deserter so affectionately received by Major Lee, but after his story was told, cheer upon cheer went up for "the intrepid and gallant sergeant."

* The shoes of the horses were all made in the same form; which, with a private mark annexed to the fore shoe, and known to the troopers, pointed out the trail of the dragoons to each other, which was often very useful.

The state church of England whose head is the reigning monarch; the Church of England never really has been a major influence in the colonies. One reason for this lack of influence is due to the fact that in order to be a clergyman of the church, one needs to be ordained in England. Since the Colonies lack a bishop, all young men hearing their calling to serve must brave the dangers of oceanic travel to travel to England. With travel also being expensive, many do not have the necessary funds to undertake this voyage.

Because of the lack of a Colonial Bishop, the Colonial Anglican Church is seen as not only unorganized, but as another means for England to assert its’ will in the Colonies. Though many attempts have been made to gain a Bishop, the church has not acted and still insists on either sending clergy to the Colonies, or insisting on prospective candidates to make the journey to England to be ordained.

The Church of England first arrived in the colonies via [[Virginia]] in 1609. By 1693 it moved into the lower part of [[New York]], concentrated in and around Manhattan. Though strongly Catholic, in 1702 the Church of England started appearing in Maryland, and by 1706 it arrived in [[South Carolina]]. 1758 Georgia sees a growth in membership, and it is here that the church has grown and thrived. [[Virginia]] however, is where the real strength of the Church is found, and the local vestry wields great power in administering how services are run, as well as who is appointed to minister.

In urban areas The Church of England is a gathering place for loyalists. Many important and wealthy merchants are counted as members, as well as all royal officers and Colonial officials. It is in the urban areas that see a stronger tie with the English leadership, while rural churches are left to their own devices in running the church. It is this that has caused the current rift between the two sides.

The Society for the Propagation of the Gospel, with the Bishop of London’s support, has been lobbying for a Colonial bishop. The rural areas of the south, especially [[Virginia]] opposes this greatly because it threatens the privileges of the lay vestry, who without direct Bishop control, have come into power. This split is fueling the fires of rebellion, and some of the rebellion leadership is using this issue to garner support for their cause. It is no coincidence that some of the leaders of the rebellion come from Virginia and are members of the church.

This section collects the write-ups of [[Colonial Gothic|http:///www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] Gamemasters. If you are curious how others play the game, or looking for inspiration for your own games, this section is for you.

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*[[The Campaign of Erik Growen]]

[[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] is set during the dawn of the American Revolution. There are many little details, which can be used in your games to give them a little touch of believability.
!!!Sections
*[[Ballads, Poems & Writings]]
*[[Colonists]]
*[[Card Suits]]
*[[Currency]]
*[[Disease]]
*[[Education]]
*[[Equipment]]
*[[Government]]
*[[Groups]]
*[[Libraries]]
*[[Maps]]
*[[Printing & Publishing]]
*[[Religion]]
*[[Transportation]]

|Might|6|Nimble|14|Vigor|10|
|Reason|3|Resolution|13|Actions|3|
|Vitality|40|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills
Observe [10]
!!!Abilities
''Claws''

Badger's claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Fierce''

Badgers become enraged when threatened, and they must make a Resolution Test, with Failure having them become enraged. As a result their Might and Vigor is temporarily raised by 2 Ranks, and their Vitality is temporarily increased by 15 Points. In addition, both their Resolution and Reason is temporarily lowered by 2 Ranks. Fierce lasts for 1d12 Rounds, and while in this state, the badger is immune to Fear, as well as ignores any modifiers associated with lost Vitality. As soon as the Fierce state passes, their Stats return to normal, and boosted Vitality disappears.

''Scent''

Badgers possess an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 40-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 80-feet, 20-feet if downwind. 

This forest creature is small and powerful, and when cornered is known for being a relentless fighter. The badger is perhaps the most deadly of all forest animals, and it is due to their ferocity.

One of the best way to get a feel for the historical time period that [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/colonialgothic.html]] is set in, is by reading works created during the time. This section deals with that and will include a number of ballads, poems and other examples of written works from the period. Use these as examples to get a feel for language as well as for what is on the mind of the colonists.

!!!Sections
*[[Broadsides]]
*[[The Declaration of Independence]]
*[[Poetry]]
*[[Proclamations]]
*[[Songs]]

This excellent parody is attributed to Oliver Arnold, a native of Norwich, Connecticut, and a kinsman of the traitor. He wrote much doggerel during his time, some of which is quite good, and was, at the time, very popular. 

''BANKS OF THE DEE''

TWAS winter, and blue tory noses were freezing,
As they march'd o'er the land where they ought not to be;
The valiants complain'd at the fifers' curs'd wheezing,
And wish'd they'd remain'd on the banks of the Dee.
Lead on thou paid captain ! tramp on thou proud minions!
Thy ranks, basest men, shall be strung like ripe onions,
For here thou hast found heads with war like opinions,
On the shoulders of nobles who ne'er saw the Dee.

Prepare for war s conflict ; or make preparation 
For peace with the rebels, for they re brave and glee; 
Keep mindful of dying, and leave the foul nation 
That sends out its armies to brag and to flee. 
Make haste, now, and leave us thou miscreant tories! 
To Scotland repair ! there court the sad houris, 
And listen once more to their plaints and their stories 
Concerning the "glory and pride of the Dee." 

Be quiet and sober, secure and contented: 
Upon your own land, be valiant and free; 
Bless God, that the war is so nicely prevented, 
And till the green fields on the banks of the Dee. 
The Dee then will flow, all its beauty displaying, 
The lads on its banks will again be seen playing, 
And England thus honestly taxes defraying, 
With natural drafts from the banks of the Dee.

This disease is one that strikes those who drink alcoholic beverages. Specifically this disease strikes Colonists who drink to excess.

|Might|1|Nimble|15|Vigor|3|
|Reason|2|Resolution|13|Actions|1|
|Vitality|Special|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [10], Stealth [16]
!!!Abilities
''Flight''

Bats are able to fly 60-feet/Round.

''Night Vision''

Bats are able to see in the dark, as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

''Swarm''

Bats are able to Swarm and because of this are handled as a group instead of as n individual creature. The reason is that Swarming gives weaker creatures a chance to stand up to tougher creatures. Creatures that Swarm have Vitality equal to their number, thus if there are 20 Bats, their Vitality would be 20. As the swarm takes damage, an equal number of bats are killed. In addition, creatures that swarm cause damage based on their numbers. Damage for Swarms is as follows:

|1-25|Creatures 1d12 Damage|
|26-50|Creatures 2d12 Damage|
|51-75|Creatures 3d12 Damage|
|76-100|Creatures 4d12 Damage|

Bats are nocturnal creatures that many link to the supernatural. They are seen as creatures that desire blood and many consider their appearance to be a sign that is close by. Bats are found throughout the colonies, and the Mandoag view bats as being lucky. It is this that leads many to see the bat as being evil.

Numerous songs, odes, epigrams and pasquinades, commemorating this battle, appeared during the war. We have several loyal productions upon this subject ; but they are too profane and corrupt for publication at the present time. The author of the one subjoined is unknown. The Earl Dorset's lyric //Fire of Love//, which was very popular at the period of the Revolution, is, probably, the song upon which this was modeled.

''BATTLE OF TRENTON''

ON Christmas day in seventy-six,
Our ragged troops with bayonets fix'd,
For Trenton marched away.
The Delaware see ! the boats below!
The light obscured by hail and snow!

But no signs of dismay.
Our object was the Hessian band,
That dared invade fair freedom's land,
And quarter in that place.
Great Washington he led us on,
Whose streaming flag, in storm or sun,
Had never known disgrace.

In silent march we pass'd the night,
Each soldier panting for the fight,
Though quite benumb'd with frost.
Greene, on the left, at six began,
The right was led by Sullivan,
Who ne'er a moment lost

Their pickets storm'd, the alarm was spread,
That rebels risen from the dead
Were marching into town.
Some scamper'd here, some scamper'd there,
And some for action did prepare;
But soon their arms laid down.

Twelve hundred servile miscreants,
With all their colors, guns, and tents,
Were trophies of the day.
The frolic o'er, the bright canteen,
In centre, front, and rear was seen
Driving fatigue away.

Now, brothers of the patriot bands,
Let's sing deliverance from the hands
Of arbitrary sway.
And as our life is but a span,
Let's touch the tankard while we can,
In memory of that day.

David Bushnell is the inventor of the //American Torpedo//, and other submarine machinery. On January, 1778 Bushnell, prepared a number of ''infernals'' -- as the British termed them -- and set them afloat in the Delaware River, a few miles above Philadelphia. He did this in order to harass royal shipping. The ''infernals'' were constructed from kegs, filled with powder, and arranged to explode as soon as they came in contact with anything floating along with the tide.

Upon seeing them British sailors and troops became alarmed. In order to destroy them they had no choice but to fire at them every time they saw them floating in the river during ebb tide.

''BATTLE OF THE KEGS.''

GALLANTS attend, and hear a friend,
Trill forth harmonious ditty,
Strange things I'll tell, which late befell,
In Philadelphia city.

'Twas early day, as poets say,
Just when the sun was rising,
A soldier stood, on a log of wood,
And saw a thing surprising.

As in amaze he stood to gaze,
The truth can't be denied, sir,
He spied a score of kegs or more,
Come floating down the tide sir.

A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,
This strange appearance viewing,
First damn'd his eyes, in great surprise,
Then said, "some mischief s brewing.

"These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold.
Packed up like pickled herring,
And they're come down, t' attack the town,
In this new way of ferrying."

The soldier flew, the sailor too,
And scared almost to death, sir,
Wore out their shoes to spread the news,
And ran till out of breath, sir.

Now up and down, throughout the town,
Most frantic scenes were acted ;
And some ran here, and others there,
Like men almost distracted.

Some fire cried, which some denied,
But said the earth had quaked;
And girls and boys, with hideous noise,
Ran through the streets half naked.

Sir William, he, snug as a flea,
Lay all this time a snoring;
Nor dreamed of harm, as he lay warm,
In bed with -- -- .

Now in a fright, he starts upright,
Awak'd by such a clatter;
He rubs his eyes, and boldly cries,
"For God s sake, what s the matter?"

At his bedside, he then espied,
Sir Erskine at command, sir,
Upon one foot he had one boot,
And t'other in his hand, sir.

"Arise ! arise, Sir Erskine cries,
The rebels -- more's the pity --
Without a boat, are all afloat,
And rang'd before the city.

"The motley crew, in vessels new,
With Satan for their guide, sir,
Packed up in bags, or wooden kegs,
Come driving down the tide, sir.

"Therefore prepare for bloody war;
These kegs must all be routed,
Or surely we despis'd shall He,
And British courage doubted."

The royal band, now ready stand,
All ranged in dread array, sir,
With stomachs stout, to see it out,
And make a bloody day, sir.

The cannons roar from shore to shore,
The small arms make a rattle;
Since wars began, I m sure no man
Ere saw so strange a battle.

The rebel dales, the rebel vales,
With rebel trees surrounded,
The distant woods, the hills and floods,
With rebel echoes sounded.

The fish below swam to and fro,
Attack'd from every quarter;
Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay,
'Mongst folks above the water.

The kegs, 'tis said, though strongly made
Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,
Could not oppose their powerful foes,
The conquering British troops, sir.

From morn till night, these men of might
Display'd amazing courage;
And when the sun was fairly down,
Retir'd to sup their porridge.

An hundred men, with each a pen,
Or more, upon my word, sir,
It is most true would be too few,
Their valor to record, sir.

Such feats did they perform that day,
Against those wicked kegs, sir,
That years to come, if they get home,
They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.

|Might|13|Nimble|9|Vigor|12|
|Reason|3|Resolution|8|Actions|2|
|Vitality|60|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Brawl [13], Observe [8]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A black bear’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Claws''

A black bear’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Scent''

Black bears possess an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 60-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 120-feet, 30-feet if downwind. 

Native to the northern portions of the colonies, black bears, despite their small stature, are the most dangerous of the bears found in the wilds.

|Might|15|Nimble|9|Vigor|14|
|Reason|3|Resolution|8|Actions|2|
|Vitality|60|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Brawl [15], Observe [10]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A brown bear’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Claws''

A brown bear’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Hug''

In order to use this ability the bear must make a successful Brawl Test to grab their opponent. Those trapped, can try to break free by making a successful Might Test. For every round trapped in the hug the opponent suffers a cumulative -1 to the Test. For example if the opponent has been in the hug for 3 Rounds they would suffer a -3 to the Test. Damage for a Hug is equal to the creature’s Might, and an opponent in a hug takes this damage each round they are trapped.

''Scent''

Brown bears posses an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 60-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 120-feet, 30-feet if downwind. 

Native to the frontier and the northern portions of the colonies, brown bears are not as furious as their size makes them appear to be. That is not saying, that if cornered, or endanger, a brown bear is not deadly, they are, and many have killed an unsuspecting frontiersmen or warrior.

Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self

This Ritual was developed by the Ministère de la Magie pour la Préservation du Soleil Trône in 1631 as a means to aid the French diplomatic corps. This Ritual was guarded closely, but knowledge of it leaked out in 1721 in a small book titled La Magie des Arts et les Arts de la Magie, but Benoît de la Nord. Though the Ministère de la Magie tired to suppress knowledge of this Ritual, it was quickly spread, and many learned it. This Ritual, when cast, magically enhances a person’s beauty, aiding them in negotiations.

A Successful casting of this Ritual gives a person a +1 (+2 for a Critical Success) to all Diplomacy Tests for a number of Rounds equal to the caster’s Resolution. Failing the Ritual Test, a person suffers a -1 (-2 for a Critical Failure) to all Diplomacy Tests for a number of Rounds equal to the caster’s Resolution. A Critical Failure gives a person a -4 to all Diplomacy Tests.

|Might|4|Nimble|9|Vigor|6|
|Reason|5|Resolution|9|Actions|2|
|Vitality|25|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [8]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A beaver’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

The beaver are prized for their pelts, and are found throughout the colonies.

Benjamin Dearborn is the printer of the //''Freeman s Journal, or New Hampshire Gazette''//, in which many fine songs are published. It is thought he has written the following:

The Printer has for sale within, 
Kettles and cups, all formed of tin : 
To such as want a service-cup, 
Just open the door and hasten up! 
-- //Pennsylvania Packet//

|Might|8|Nimble|10|Vigor|11|
|Reason|14|Resolution|12|Actions|2|
|Faith|2|Sanity|46|Vitality|48|
!!!Skills
Intimidate [12]; Language—English [14]; Wakasham [Fluent]; Profession—Tracking [14]; Ritual—Strike True [15]; Sense [14]
!!!Gear
Tomahwak, Hunter's bag, Linen shirt, Buckskin breeches, Moccasins
!!!Background
Born along the frontier, in the colony of Georgia, Wallace's family worked the land, and came to the colony looking for a new start. When Wallace was born it was thought that the Lord had granted them their wish. The wish of promise and a new beginning. Sadly, during Wallaceâ€™s fourth year of life, a Shawnee war party attacked colonist living along the frontier. His family killed, Wallace was taken by the shaman. His name changed to Black Cloud of Winter, Wallace learned from the shaman the ways of magic. Raised by the Shawnee, Wallace grew to see the evil, and saw it as a tool to gain power. Black Cloud of Winter knows his destiny, and that is to usher darkness into the hearts of man.

Black Magic, like [[White Magic]], has always existed. This magic find its’ roots in a time prior to recorded history, when both men and women sought to make pacts with evil spirits in the hopes of obtaining power. When Black Magic, became a system of magic to be learned and used, no one really knows. There is evidence that the first use of Black Magic is traceable back to the time of Phoenicians, who taught the art of summon demons to the culture that would become known as Babylonian.

For centuries Black Magic stayed in the shadows and it was there that those skilled in the art grew in power, and passed their knowledge on to others. When the Persian Empire grew to encompass much of the world, the Magi learned from the Black Mages, and used the art to support the empire. Many of these Magi attempted to codify many of the rituals and spells, but these early works have been lost to antiquity. When Alexander the Great conquered the Persian Empire, many of these works were translated into Greek, though scholars passed these works off as nothing more than foolishness. Still many who saw Black Magic as a means to acquire power studied the teachings and techniques.

When Rome grew to become the mighty empire that it once was, Black Magic found a place to take root. It was here, in the empire where anything and everything was accepted, that new masters of the art appeared. The greatest of these were Verum, and it was his work that transformed Black Magic into something more powerful. Dedicating his life to the art, Verum discovered the method of trapping part of a spirits essence in a talisman, so that it could be released at a later time. These talismans allowed a Black Mage to be able to have access to power, without the need of spending time performing a ritual. Verum codified his method in 45 scrolls, that listed not only how to create the talismans, but gave instructions on how to craft 45 different ones. When Rome fell, these scrolls were lost, but in 1413 a small book titled //Grand Grimoire//, was discovered. Complied by Antonia Venitiuna del Rabina, the //Grand Grimoire// contained the rites and practices tracing their roots back to Verum. Only a few of these talismans actually exist, and there are rumors of many more that Verum created, but their method of creation has been lost.

Your Hero suffers from flowing fluids, which lasts for 4 days. As a result your Hero looses 1 Vitality each day, and -1 to all Tests while sick.

|Might|13|Nimble|10|Vigor|16|
|Reason|2|Resolution|12|Actions|2|
|Vitality|70|Fear|-1| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [8]
!!!Abilities
''Fierce''
Boars become enraged when they are threatened, and they must make a Resolution Test, with Failure having them become enraged. As a result their Might and Vigor is temporarily raised by 2 Ranks, and their Vitality is temporarily increased by 15 Points. In addition, both their Resolution and Reason is temporarily lowered by 2 Ranks. Fierce lasts for 1d12 Rounds, and while in this state, the boar is immune to Fear, as well as ignores any modifiers associated with lost Vitality. As soon as the Fierce state passes, their Stats return to normal, and boosted Vitality disappears.

''Gore''

Boars are able to use their tusks to attack an opponent. A Gore does Might+1 in damage.

Though many have not encountered them in the wild, boars are deadly and pose a risk to the unsuspecting traveler.

Originally this road was known as Nemaolin's Path, and leads from Cumberland, Maryland to a trading post of the Ohio Company of Virginia. During the French and Indian War, Major General Edward Braddock left Fort Cumberland with 600 soldiers and worked widening the road leading from Maryland, into western Pennsylvania. The road was constructed twelve-feet wide allowing for horse drawn wagons to move supplies needed for the army efficiently. Once completed, the road became the first one crossing the Appalachian Mountains. This road is also thought by many to be one of the main factors opening the Frontier. This road also allowed for the easy transportation of goods into and out of the Frontier.

The incidents connected with the capture and trial of [[Major Andre|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Andr%C3%A9]] are well known. Many songs were, and have been written, talking about his fate. This one comes from a ballad-sheet printed in 1783. 

''BRAVE PAULDING AND THE SPY.''

COME all you brave Americans, 
And unto me give ear, 
And I'll sing you a ditty 
That will your spirits cheer, 
Concerning a young gentleman 
Whose age was twenty-two; 
He fought for North America, 
His heart was just and true. 

They took him from his dwelling, 
And they did him confine, 
They cast him into prison, 
And kept him there a time. 
But he with resolution 
Resolv'd not long to stay; 
He set himself at liberty, 
And soon he ran away. 

He with a scouting-party 
Went down to Tarrytown, 
Where he met a British officer, 
A man of high renown; 
Who says unto these gentlemen, 
"You're of the British cheer, 
I trust that you can tell me 
If there s any danger near?" 

Then up stept this young hero, 
John Paulding was his name, 
"Sir, tell us where you're going, 
And, also, whence you came?" 
"I bear the British flag, sir ; 
I've a pass to go this way, 
I m on an expedition, 
And have no time to stay." 

Then round him came this company, 
And bid him to dismount; 
"Come, tell us where you re going, 
Give us a strict account; 
For we are now resolved, 
That you shall ne'er pass by." 
Upon examination 
They found he was a spy. 

He begged for his liberty, 
He plead for his discharge, 
And oftentimes he told them, 
If they'd set him at large, 
"Here's all the gold and silver 
I have laid up in store, 
But when I reach the city, 
I'll give you ten times more." 

"I want not the gold and silver 
You have laid up in store, 
And when you get to New York, 
You need not send us more; 
But you may take your sword in hand 
To gain your liberty 
And if that you do conquer me 
O, then you shall be free." 

"The time it is improper 
Our valor for to try, 
For if we take our swords in hand, 
Then one of us must die ; 
I am a man of honor, 
With courage true and bold, 
And I fear not the man of clay, 
Although he's cloth'd in gold." 

He saw that his conspiracy 
Would soon be brought to light ; 
He begg'd for pen and paper, 
And asked leave to write 
A line to General Arnold, 
To let him know his fate, 
And beg for his assistance ; 
But now it was too late. 

When the news it came to Arnold, 
It put him in a fret ; 
He walk'd the room in trouble, 
Till tears his cheek did wet ; 
The story soon went through the camp, 
And also through the fort ; 
And he called for the Vulture 
And sailed for New York. 

Now Arnold to New York is gone, 
A-fighting for his king, 
And left poor Major Andre 
On the gallows for to swing ; 
When he was executed, 
He looked both meek and mild ; 
He look'd upon the people, 
And pleasantly he smil'd. 

It mov'd each eye with pity, 
Caus'd every heart to bleed, 
And every one wish'd him releas'd 
And Arnold in his stead. 

He was a man of honor, 
In Britain he was born ; 
To die upon the gallows 
Most highly he did scorn. 

A bumper to John Pauldiug! 
Now let your voices sound, 
Fill up your flowing glasses, 
And drink his health around; 
Also to those young gentlemen 
Who bore him company ; 
Success to North America, 
Ye sons of liberty!

Colonists suffering from this disease often have blood in their urine. As to the cause of this disease current Colonial and Old World Medicine is not certain as to what causes. For some, those suffering from this disease are thought to have done an act of evil. Other's feel that it is due to the body having too much blood and the body is seeking to expel it from the body. The most common treatment is to bleed the suffer to help drain excess blood from the body.

First published in the //Royal Gazette//, the following remarks accompanied it:

>//Observing in a late paper a song written for the British Light Infantry, introduced with a hint that they had not hitherto received their merited tribute from the muses, I take the liberty of making them the tender of a second musical offering, which, though never yet published, has been frequently sung and re-echoed, in loyal companies, for many months past in this city; nor will the offering,  perhaps, be the less welcome, for being presented in a plain, unornamented dress, and by the hand of a loyal American refugee//. 

''BRITISH LIGHT INFANTRY''

FOR battle prepared in their country s just cause, 
Their king to avenge and support all his laws; 
As fierce as a tiger, as swift as the roe, 
The British Light Infantry rush on their foe. 

Though rebels ummmber'd oppose their career, 
Their hearts are undaunted; they're strangers to fear ; 
No obstacles hinder; resistless they go, 
And death and destruction attend every blow. 

'Cross the deep-gullied vale, up the mountain's steep side, 
Through the rough foaming river s impetuous tide, 
O'er the fortified redoubt, close wedged in array, 
Regardless of safety they follow their prey. 

The alarm of the drum and the cannon s loud roar; 
The musket's quick flash, but inflames them the more. 
No dangers appal, for they fear no control, 
But glory and conquest inspires every soul. 

Whenever their foe stands arrang'd in their sight, 
With ardor impatient they pant for the fight; 
Rout, havoc, confusion they spread through the field, 
And rebellion and treason are forced to yield.

*[[About Savannah, 1779]]
*[[Thy Thousands Slain, 1775]]

First published June, 1841 in //Iris//, the original existed in the manuscript form in the files of George H. Moore, one of //Iris'// editors. It is a resume of the losses of the British army during the northern campaign which terminated at Saratoga, and, as will he noticed because the results are in round numbers. 

''BURGOYNE'S OVERTHROW AT SARATOGA''

HERE followeth the direful fate 
Of Burgoyne and his army great, 
Who so proudly did display 
The terrors of despotic sway. 
His power, and pride, and many threats, 
Have been brought low by fort'nate Gates, 
To bend to the United States. 

British prisoners by Convention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  2442 
Foreigners by Contra-vention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2198 
Tories sent across the Lake, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  1100 
Burgoyne and suite, in state, . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . .    12 
Sick and wounded, bruised and pounded, 
Ne'er so much before confounded, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  528
Prisoners of war before Convention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 400 
Deserters come with kind intention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 300 
They lost at Bennington's great battle,  
Where glorious Starke's arms did rattle, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1220
Killed in September and October, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  600 
Ta'en by brave Brown, some drunk, some sober, . . . . . . . . . 413 
Slain by high-famed Herkerman,
On both flanks, on rear and van, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  300 
Indians, suttlers, and drovers, 
Enough to crowd large plains all over, 
And those whom grim Death did prevent 
From fighting against our continent;
And also those who stole away, 
Lest down their arms they should lay, 
Abhorring that obnoxious day; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4413
The whole make fourteen thousand men, 
Who may not with us fight again, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 14,000 

This is a pretty just account 
Of Burgoyne's legions whole amount, 
Who came across the Northern Lakes 
To desolate our happy States. 
Their brass cannons we have got all --
Fifty-six -- both great and small; 
And ten thousand stand of arms, 
To prevent all future harms; 
Stores and implements complete, 
Of workmanship exceeding neat;
Covered wagons in great plenty, 
And proper harness, no way scanty. 
Among our prisoners there are 
Six Generals, of fame most rare; 
Six members of their Parliament --
Reluctantly they seem content; 
Three British Lords, and Lord Bellcaras, 
Who came, our country free to harass. 
Two Baronets of high extraction, 
Were sorely wounded in the action.

On July 4, 1777, General Burgoyne issued a proclamation from his camp, near Ticonderoga, with the intent to spread terror among the Americans. However since his proclamation was so pompous and over-the-top, it became the subject of ridicule and derision. 

''BURGOYNE'S PROCLAMATION''

BY John Burgoyne, and Burgoyne, John, Esq., 
And grac'd with titles still more higher, 
For I'm Lieutenant-general, too, 
Of George's troops both red and blue, 
On this extensive continent; 
And of Queen Charlotte's regiment 
Of light dragoons the Colonel; 
And Governor eke of Castle Wil -- 
And furthermore, when I ain there, 
In House of Commons I appear, 
[Hoping ere long to be a Peer.] 
Being a member of that virtuous band 
Who always vote at North's command; 
Directing too the fleet and troops 
From Canada as thick as hops; 
And all my titles to display, 
I'll end with thrice et cetera. 

The troops consign'd to my command 
Like Hercules to purge the land, 
Intend to act in combination 
With th' other forces of the nation, 
Displaying wide thro' every quarter 
What Britain's justice would be after. 
It is not difficult to show it, 
And every mother s son must know it, 
That what she meant at first to gain 
By requisitions and chicane, 
She's now determin'd to acquire 
By kingly reason; sword and fire.
 
I can appeal to all your senses, 
Your judgments, feelings, tastes and fancies; 
Your ears and eyes have heard and seen, 
How causeless this revolt has been; 
And what a dust your leaders kick up ; 
In this rebellious civil hickup, 
And how, upon this curs'd foundation, 
Was rear'd the system of vexation 
Over a stubborn generation. 

But now inspired with patriot love 
I come th' oppression to remove; 
To free you from the heavy clog 
Of every tyrant demagogue. 
Who for the most romantic story, 
Claps into limbo loyal Tory, 
All hurly burly, hot and hasty, 
Without a writ to hold him fast by; 
Nor suffers any living creature, 
[Led by the dictates of his nature,] 
To fight in green for Britain's cause, 
Or aid us to restore her laws; 
In short, the vilest generation 
Which in vindictive indignation,
Almighty vengeance ever hurl'd 
From this to the infernal world. 
A Tory cannot move his tongue, 
But whip, in prison he is flung, 
His goods and chattels, made a prey. 
By those vile mushrooms of a day, 
He's tortur'd too, and scratch'd and bit, 
And plung'd into a dreary pit; 
Where he must suffer sharper doom, 
Than e'er was hatched by Church of Rome. 
These things are done by rogues, who dare 
Profess to breathe in Freedom's air. 
To petticoats alike and breeches 
Their cruel domination stretches, 
For the sole crime, or sole suspicion 
[What worse is done by th' inquisition?] 
Of still adhering to the crown, 
Their tyrants striving to kick down, 
Who by perverting law and reason, 
Allegiance construe into treason. 
Religion too is often made 
A stalking horse io drive the trade, 
And warring churches dare implore, 
Protection from th' Almighty pow'r; 

They fast and pray : in Providence 
Profess to place their confidence; 
And vainly think the Lord of all 
Regards our squabbles on this ball; 
Which would appear as droll in Britain 
As any whim that one could hit on; 
Men's consciences are set at naught, 
Nor reason valued at a groat; 
And they that will not swear and fight, 
Must sell their all, and say good night. 

By such important views there pres't to, 
I issue this my manifesto. 
I, the great knight of de la Mancha, 
Without 'Squire Carleton, my Sancho, 
Will tear you limb from limb asunder, 
With cannon, blunderbuss and thunder; 
And spoil your feathering and your tarring; 
And cagg you up for pickled herring. 
In front of troops as spruce as beaux, 
And ready to lay on their blows, 
I ll spread destruction far and near; 
And where I cannot kill, I'll spare, 
Inviting, by these presents, all, 
Both young and old, and great and small, 
And rich and poor, and Whig and Tory, 
In cellar deep, or lofty story; 
Where'er my troops at my command 
Shall swarm like locusts o'er the land. 
(And they shall march from the North Pole 
As far, at least, as Pensacole,) 
So break off their communications, 
That I can save their habitations; 
For finding that Sir William's plunders, 
Prove in the event apparent blunders, 
It is my full determination, 
To check all kinds of depredation; 
But when I've got you in my pow'r, 
Favor'd is he, I last devour. 

From him who loves a quiet life, 
And keeps at home to kiss his wife, 
And drinks success to king Pigmalion, 
And calls all Congresses Rabscallion, 
With neutral stomach eats his supper, 
Nor deems the contest worth a copper; 
I will not defalcate a groat, 
Nor force his wife to cut his throat; 
But with his doxy he may stay, 
And live to fight another day; 
Drink all the cider he has made, 
And have to boot, a green cockade. 
But as I like a good Sir Loin, 
And mutton chop whene'er I dine, 
And my poor troops have long kept Lent, 
Not for religion, but for want, 
Whoe'er secretes cow, bull or ox, 
Or shall presume to hide his flocks; 
Or with felonious hand eloign 
Pig, duck, or gosling from Burgoyne, 
Or dare to pull the bridges down, 
My boys to puzzle or to drown; 
Or smuggle hay, or plough, or harrow, 
Cart, horses, wagons or wheelbarrow; 
Or thwart the path, lay straw or switch, 
As folks are wont to stop a witch, 
I'll hang him as the Jews did Haman; 
And smoke his carcase for a gammon. 
I'll pay in coin for what I eat, 
Or Continental counterfeit. 
But what's more "likely still, I shall 
(So fare my troops,) not pay at all. 
With the most Christian spirit fir'd,
 
And by true soldiership inspir'd, 
I speak as men do in a passion 
To give my speech the more impression. 
If any should so harden'd be, 
As to expect impunity, 
Because procul a fulmine, 
I will let loose the dogs of Hell, 
Ten thousand Indians, who shall yell, 
And foam and tear, and grin and roar, 
And drench their moccasins in gore; 
To these I'll give full scope and play 
From Ticonderog to Florida; 
They'll scalp your heads, and kick your shins, 
And rip your -- , and flay your skins, 
And of your ears be nimble croppers, 
And make your thumbs tobacco-stoppers. 
If after all these loving warnings, 
My wishes and my bowels yearnings, 
You shall remain as deaf as adder, 
Or grow with hostile rage the madder, 
I swear by George, and by St. Paul 
I will exterminate you all. 
Subscrib'd with my manual sign 
To test these presents, John Burgoyne. 

''Note:'' In the original version of his proclamation, Burgoyne was even more long winded when it came to his titles. According to some accounts, he announced:

John Burgoyne, Esq., Lieutenant-general of his Majesty's armies in America, Colonel of the Queen's regiment of light dragoons, Governor of fort William in North Britain, one of the representatives of the Commons of Great Britain in Parliament, and commanding an army and fleet employed on an e'cpedition from Canada, &c. &c. &c.

On the surrender of the British army in the autumn of 1777, Governor William Livingston, of New Jersey, proposed to exchange Burgoyne, "...in such a manner as would, at the same time, flatter his vanity, and redound to the greatest emolument of America." He proposed to detain him until "...we can get in exchange for him, one Esquire, two Major-generals, three Colonels of light horse, two Governors, one member of Congress, the Admiral of our navy, one Commander-in-chief, in a separate department, and six privates."

YE Yankees who, mole-like, still throw up the earth, 
And like them, to your follies are blind from your birth ; 
Attempt not to hold British troops at defiance, 
True Britons, with whom you pretend an alliance. 

Mistake not ; such blood ne er run in your veins, 
'Tis no more than the dregs, the lees, or the drains: 
Ye affect to talk big of your hourly, attacks; 
Come on ! and I'll warrant, we ll soon see your backs. 

Such threats of bravadoes serve only to warm 
The true British hearts, you ne er can alarm; 
The Lion once rous'd, will strike such a terror, 
Shall show you, poor fools, your presumption and error. 

And the time will soon come when your whole rebel race 
Will be drove from the lands, nor dare show your face: 
Here s a health to great George, may he fully determine, 
To root from the earth all such insolent vermin.

This is an old term to describe a hernia or a rupture.

This disease is commonly contracted from the poor sanitary conditions found in camps or areas where large groups of people are camping. This disease is now known as Typhus.

Clubs = Arrows, Might

Diamonds = Stars, Vigor

Hearts = Tin cups, Resolution

Spades = Sabers, Reason

This appeared on broadsides printed after the events that history now knows as the Boston Massacre (March 5, 1770).

''Castle Island Song''

You simple Bostonians, I'd have you beware, 
Of your Liberty Tree, I would have you take care, 
For if that we chance to return to the town, 
Your houses and stores will come tumbling down. 
Derry down, down, hey derry down. 

If you will not agree to Old England s laws, 
I fear that King Hancock will soon get the ''yaws'' : 
But he need not fear, for I swear we will, 
For the want of a doctor give him a hard pill. 

A brave reinforcement, we soon think to get ; 
Then we will make you poor pumpkins to sweat : 
Oar drums they'll rattle, and then you will run 
To the devil himself, from the sight of a gun. 

Our fleet and our army, they soon will arrive, 
Then to a bleak island, you shall not us drive. 
In every house, you shall have three or four, 
And if that will not please you, you shall have half a score. 
Derry down, down, hey derry clown.

|Might|2|Nimble|14|Vigor|9|
|Reason|3|Resolution|11|Actions|3|
|Vitality|25|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Stealth [15], Observe [10]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A house cat’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Claws''

A house cat’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Night Vision''

House cats are able to see in the dark, as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

Housecats are a common sight among the farms and houses of the Colonies. Cats serve an important role and that is to keep mice and rats under control. Black cats, however, are seen as being creatures of the Devil, and tools of witches.

Though the number of Catholics found in the Colonies has never been large, they are present and free to practice their beliefs. The greatest concentration of Catholics is in the colony of [[Maryland]] and this is due to the colony’s founding. Because Catholics were persecuted in England, Catholics looked to the New World as a place where they could escape and safely practice their religious faith. Taking a cue from the Puritans, Catholics sought and won a charter to colonize the New World, and found the colony of [[Maryland]] which became the first colony were Catholicism was tolerated.

Though still not as widely practiced as other religions, Catholicism is still the primary religion in [[Maryland]], and is accepted in [[Pennsylvania]] (which is always tolerant to many ideas and concepts, due to the colonies Quaker origins). Though the days of open hostility is over, there are still some who fear Catholics, as well as harboring deep rooted bigotry toward it. With the growing tensions between England and the Colonies however, this tension has been ignored, for more important issues.

Your Hero suffers from nonstop coughing. The effect of this is that the Hero suffers a -1 to all Tests. Chin Cough lasts for 12 days, and at the end of that time your Hero can make a Body Test. Success has them finished with the disease, while failure has them suffer for another d12 days. A Critical Success has your Hero become immune to this disease, while a Critical Failure has the disease last for 2d12 days.

More clothing options for the better dressed Hero.

Bonnet, Cotton    12s 8p

Bonnet, Full Trim    7s 6p

Bonnet, Linen    6s

Bonnet, Silk    £1 10s

Bonnet, Wool    5s 4p

Boots, Jockey    £1 15s

Breeches    £1

Buckles, Silver Shoe    £1 5s

Buckles, Silver Shoe and Knee    £5

Buckskin Breeches    10s

Cap, Leather    3s 9p

Cap, Linen    8p

Cap, Velvet    2s 6p

Cap, Worsted    4p

Cloak    19s 4p

Cloak, broadcloth    15s

Cloak, Satin    £3 5s 1p

Cloak, Silk    £2

Cloak, Silk    15s

Coat, Great    £2

Coat, Wool    £1 5s

Cocked Hat    12s 8p

Deerskin Moccasins    8s

Fan, Average    £5

Fan, Fine    £15

Girdle    9p

Gloves    2s

Gloves, Cotton    1s 1p

Gloves, Silk    3s

Gloves, White Kid    5s, 4p

Gown, Linen    £12 10s

Gown, Silk    £30

Handkerchief, Linen    1s 6p

Handkerchief, Silk    4s 6p

Handkerchief, Wool    1s

Hat    9s

Hat, felt    1s 6p

Hate, beaver    12s

Hatpin    2p

Hose, Threaded    1s 10p

Hose, Worsted    2s 6p

Hose, worsted    6s

Hunting Shirt    2s 1½p

Jacket    10s

Leather Belt    1s 3p

Leather Boots    12s

Leather Hat    20s

Neck Buckle, Silver    £2

Neckcloth    5s

Petticoat    £10

Shawl, Cotton    4s 5p

Shawl, Linen    8s 10p

Shawl, Silk    £5 10s

Shirt, Holls    £1

Shirt, Linen    8s

Shoes    4s 6p

Shoes, Calico    6s 5p

Shoes, Leather    3s

Shoes, Silk    £3

Stockings, Corse Worsted    1s 6p

Stockings, Cotton    £1

Stockings, Cotton    £1 5s

Stockings, Silk    6s 10p

Stockings, Threaded    5s

Suit (Includes Coat and Britches)    £6

Tricorner Hat    12s

Trousers    2s 6p

Vest, Velvet    2s 6p

Waist Coat    3s

Whig, Average    12s

White, Expensive    £10

White, Fine    £2 15s

Wrist cloth    2s

Cold Iron, contrary to popular misconception Cold Iron is not iron that is forged or work with out the aid of heat. This is a hold over from days of old, and runs counter to the evidence of the day.

Cold Iron, to put it in simple terms, is iron that has been minded from deep under the earth in regions that are steep in magical power. Cold Iron, both in its' raw state and finished state, feel cold to the touch. Even when being forged or smelted, the iron feels cold. As to how this is possible, no one is quite sure why this is the case.

What makes Cold Iron so special? Due to the fact that it is imbued with such magical power, it acts as a natural repellent to creatures of the Occult and Supernatural. In addition, when used against such creatures, it is the only way to cause them harm.
!!Uses of Cold Iron
*Nailing a horseshoe forged from Cold Iron to the entrance of a building is able to repeal evil spirits. (Game Effect: works against witches, and undead. Creatures must make a Resolution [-1] Test, with faliure having them suffer d12 damage and unable to enter the building.)
*If a cemetery is surrounded by a fence forged from Cold Iron, it will contain the dead. No undead , be it a ghoul, skeleton and the like can leave the confines of a cemetery.
*Any melee weapon (see ''Colonial Gothic Rulebook'', page 83 and 84) can be crafted out of Cold Iron. Do so increased the price by 50% .
*Can be forged into a bullet.

First appearing in the //Pennsylvania Magazine//, and it was occasionally reprinted in newspapers, as the war progressed. The melody to which it was adapted, "As Jamie gay blithe gang'd his way," probably increased its popularity.

As Collinet and Phebe sat,
Beneath a poplar grove,
The gentle youth, with fondest truth,
Was telling tales of love.

Dear blooming maid, the shepherd said,
My tender vows believe,
These downcast eyes, and artless sighs,
Can ne'er thy faith deceive.

Though some there are, from fair to fair,
Delighting wild to rove,
Such change, thou ne'er, from me canst fear,
Thy charms secure my love.

Then Phebe now, approve my vow,
By truth, by fondness press'd;
smile assume to grace thy bloom,
And make thy shepherd bless'd.

A blush o'erspread her cheek with red,
Which half she turn'd aside;
With pleasing woes, her bosom rose,
And thus the maid replied --

Dear gentle youth, I know thy truth,
And all thy arts to please;
But ah ! is this a time for bliss,
Or themes as soft as these?

While all around, we hear no sound,
But war's terrific strains!
The drum commands our arming bands,
And chides each tardy swain.

Our country's call, arouses all,
Who dare be brave and free!
My love shall crown the youth alone,
Who saves himself and me.

'Tis done ! he cried, from thy dear side,
Now quickly I'll be gone;
From love will I, to freedom fly,
A slave to thee alone.

And when I come with laurels home,
And all that freemen crave,
To crown my love, your smiles shall prove,
The fair reward the brave.

This map was uploaded to the [[Colonial Gothic Gazette Discussion Group|http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/Colonial_Gothic_Gazette/]] by member David B.

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The second supplement that was released (August 2008) and added to the background as well gave new magical options. Here is the run down, chapter by chapter of any changes that need to be made.
!!Chapter 1
First up, as pointed out above, Rituals are now known as spells, and there are two types of spells: Common and Arcane. All spells for the most part are unchanged. There are a few slight changes, which are designed to give both the player and the GM more information on how spells function in the game. Here are the only changes to the spells found in [[Colonial Gothic: Poor Wizard’s Grimoire|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16689&cat=0&page=1]].
!!!Common Spells
!!!!Beauty’s Face
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Celestial Music
Actions: 3
Range: 20-foot radius
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Dispel
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Fish’s Breath
Actions: 1
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Insight
Actions: 3
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Other
Sanity: 0
!!!!Reveal
Actions: 2
Range: Feet equal to caster’s Resolution
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Shadow of the Moon
Actions: 1
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!Arcane Spells
!!!!Distant Eye
Actions: 4
Range: Special
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution ÷ 2
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 4
!!!!Prayer to The Twelve
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: 1 Hour
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 3
!!!!Plague
Actions: 3
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 6
!!!!Quake
Actions: 4
Range: Eyesight
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 7
!!!!Thunder
Actions: 2
Range: 50-foot radius
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 3
!!!!Transport
Actions: 5
Range: Miles equal to caster’s Resolution x2
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 9
!!Chapters 2 to 4
*No changes.
!!Appendix
* Now found in the [[Colonial Gothic Rulebook|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16908&cat=0&page=1]].

[[Colonial Gothic: Secrets|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16608&cat=0&page=1]] was the first supplement released (May 2008) and it contains a lot of information and background. Some things have been merged into [[Colonial Gothic Revised|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/colonialgothic.html]], but for the most part very few changes need to be made. Here is the run down, chapter by chapter.
!!Chapter 1
* Alchemy is now part of the Magic Skill as a specialization.
* Multiple Action Rule – Gone and replaced.
* Books – Still in play. There will be a small update in a few weeks as to how long it takes to read a book. For now it is up to the GM to decide how long it takes to read a book.
!!Chapter 2
* No changes.
!!Chapter 3
* No changes.
!!Chapter 4
First up