Words of Wisdom
“Let me!” pleaded Sybil, then 16. “I can ride as well as any man.” So it was agreed. Sybil was given the job of calling the farmers to fight. With the reins in one hand and a big stick in the other, Sybil galloped into the night. At each farmhouse she paused only long enough to bang the stick on the door and yell, “The British are coming! Fight, fight!”
