- In a quart mug break three eggs
- Add three teaspoons sugar and stir well
- Add in the jigger of rum and the jigger of brandy, beating meanwhile.
- Fill remaining volume of mug with beer
- Insert red-hot iron until it hisses and foams.
- Drink up!
2000 British troops under the direction of General William Tryon had landed at Compo Beach at dusk on April 25, 1777. Tory loyalists guided them up Compo Road to Cross Highway, across to Redding Road, then north through Redding and Bethel to Danbury, where they burned a major munitions depot.
Patriots fired a few shots at the corner of the Post Road and Compo, but the British marched on. In Danbury they destroyed the Continental Army’s munitions, then headed back toward their waiting ships at Compo.
Hastily assembled patriot forces fought them in the fierce Battle of Ridgefield.
Let's hear what Joseph has to say in his own words: "I went with the people in pursuit of the enemy. When we reached the place, it was smoking in ruins; and the enemy were on their retreat. A number of the enemy were killed; and General Wooster received a mortal wound....We saw the smoke of Arnold's cannon pouring down upon them, who retreated to another road leading to the bridge; but Arnold reached the bridge and compelled them to ford some distance above. Here the action became sharp, and....the loss on both sides was considerable."
I can hear you asking---Arnold who? Why, none other than Brigadier General Benedict Arnold! Because before he was the infamous traitor Arnold, he was a hero in the American Revolution.
|Gen. Arnold, Revolutionary City re-enactment in Williamsburg, VA|
|Responding to jeers and taunts of the colonial crowd|
|In a stand-off with the crowd|
General Arnold, why are you in Williamsburg?
Some townspeople call you a traitor. It doesn’t seem that you’ll find many supporters of the British crown here.
Why did you betray the American cause?
There is a marvelous ballad style poem about the heartache of the colonial soldiers when they learned of Arnold's defection. Thomas Dunn English (1819-1902) related that as a boy he had met a Revolutionary War soldier who had served with Arnold, who would praise him for his bravery one minute and denounce him for his treachery the next, rarely speaking of him without tears. You can read the entire poem here,
Arnold at Stillwater
Thomas Dunn English
Ah, you mistake me, comrades, to think that my heart is steel!
Cased in a cold endurance, nor pleasure nor pain to feel;
Cold as I am in my manner, yet over these cheeks so seared
Teardrops have fallen in torrents, thrice since my chin grew beard.
Thrice since my chin was bearded I suffered the tears to fall;
Benedict Arnold, the traitor, he was the cause of them all!
Once, when he carried Stillwater, proud of his valor, I cried;
Then, with my rage at his treason--with pity when André died.
Benedict Arnold, the traitor, sank deep in the pit of shame,
Bartered for vengeance his honor, blackened for profit his fame;
Yet never a gallanter soldier, whatever his after crime,
Fought on the red field of honor than he in his early time
Oh, that a soldier so glorious, ever victorious in fight,
Passed from a daylight of honor into the terrible night!
Fell as the mighty archangel, ere the earth glowed in space, fell
Fell from the patriot's heaven down to the loyalist's hell!