Dear Mr. Revere,
I am in contact with you to talk about your actions in the war. I was in a state of euphoria when I learned about the many rides across the colonies to warn the American army that the British were going to attack. Although it isn’t as impressive, I did something quite similar in the year of 1777. My dad, a general in the war, asked me to ride forty miles from where we lived in Dutchess County, NY. A nearby town called Danbury, Connecticut was being attacked by the British troops, with almost all the buildings being burned to the ground. One of my dad’s men came to my house and told him about the attack. They needed to warn all of his men, but they all lived in a 40 mile range. The two men were too tired to ride 40 miles in the night, so I volunteered myself to make the daring journey to save the burning town of Danbury. With that, I got on my horse, Starr, and rode into the night.
I faced many obstacles during my ride. All I had to protect me was a stick. I rode into woods, which was the home of many hostile Native Americans, loyalists, outlaws, and wolves. Many times, I came across British soldiers. When they found out why I was riding, the soldiers would grab onto my horse, try to push me off of her, and even threatened with their muskets, which I find very rude keeping in mind I was a 16-year-old lady. Despite the struggles, I rode the 40 miles and woke my dad’s men up by hitting on their doors with my stick. I eventually gathered them all up and we rode back to save the burning town of Danbury. To this day, 13 years later, I still remember what I felt on the ride back. The British didn’t want us to be independent because they believed that we needed the British’s help to succeed. If they thought this, why did they destroy the land they promised to plant French crops on? Why did they destroy the lives of merchants that they provided tea for. If they
We were too late to save Danbury and the British troops escaped, leaving Danbury to burn to the ground. Although my mission failed, everyone was proud of me. They called me a true soldier although I was a young lady. I was allowed to learn things that soldiers in training learned. Even commander-in-chief of the American army and current president George Washington thanked me for my bravery and actions in the war. I am currently married to Edmond Ogden and have one child, Henry. We live a peaceful life now that the war is over and America is independent.
Just so that you know, here are three artifacts to represent myself. The first one is a horse. I chose a horse as an artifact because not only only did I do the brave things that I did on one, but people tell me that I am much like a horse: Strong, brave, and reliable. The second artifact is a storm. I chose a storm as an artifact because I faced a storm of challenges and dangers during my ride. That storm was the one that proved that I was brave. My third artifact is a stick. I wasn't a soldier or a general, but a young lady. I didn't own any weapons to defend myself against enemies during my ride. All I had was a small, skinny branch. It was what I gripped when I was nervous. It was what I hit hungry wolves with. My life depended on that stick because it was my only weapon.
One reason I contacted you is because I would like to meet with you. I am heading to the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in a week. Maybe we can have a chat over tea. I am going by horse, and if you want, will be waiting at the city square. It would be nice to hear from you, so please send a reply soon.
With Great Pleasure,
Sybil Ludington
I am in contact with you to talk about your actions in the war. I was in a state of euphoria when I learned about the many rides across the colonies to warn the American army that the British were going to attack. Although it isn’t as impressive, I did something quite similar in the year of 1777. My dad, a general in the war, asked me to ride forty miles from where we lived in Dutchess County, NY. A nearby town called Danbury, Connecticut was being attacked by the British troops, with almost all the buildings being burned to the ground. One of my dad’s men came to my house and told him about the attack. They needed to warn all of his men, but they all lived in a 40 mile range. The two men were too tired to ride 40 miles in the night, so I volunteered myself to make the daring journey to save the burning town of Danbury. With that, I got on my horse, Starr, and rode into the night.
I faced many obstacles during my ride. All I had to protect me was a stick. I rode into woods, which was the home of many hostile Native Americans, loyalists, outlaws, and wolves. Many times, I came across British soldiers. When they found out why I was riding, the soldiers would grab onto my horse, try to push me off of her, and even threatened with their muskets, which I find very rude keeping in mind I was a 16-year-old lady. Despite the struggles, I rode the 40 miles and woke my dad’s men up by hitting on their doors with my stick. I eventually gathered them all up and we rode back to save the burning town of Danbury. To this day, 13 years later, I still remember what I felt on the ride back. The British didn’t want us to be independent because they believed that we needed the British’s help to succeed. If they thought this, why did they destroy the land they promised to plant French crops on? Why did they destroy the lives of merchants that they provided tea for. If they
We were too late to save Danbury and the British troops escaped, leaving Danbury to burn to the ground. Although my mission failed, everyone was proud of me. They called me a true soldier although I was a young lady. I was allowed to learn things that soldiers in training learned. Even commander-in-chief of the American army and current president George Washington thanked me for my bravery and actions in the war. I am currently married to Edmond Ogden and have one child, Henry. We live a peaceful life now that the war is over and America is independent.
Just so that you know, here are three artifacts to represent myself. The first one is a horse. I chose a horse as an artifact because not only only did I do the brave things that I did on one, but people tell me that I am much like a horse: Strong, brave, and reliable. The second artifact is a storm. I chose a storm as an artifact because I faced a storm of challenges and dangers during my ride. That storm was the one that proved that I was brave. My third artifact is a stick. I wasn't a soldier or a general, but a young lady. I didn't own any weapons to defend myself against enemies during my ride. All I had was a small, skinny branch. It was what I gripped when I was nervous. It was what I hit hungry wolves with. My life depended on that stick because it was my only weapon.
One reason I contacted you is because I would like to meet with you. I am heading to the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in a week. Maybe we can have a chat over tea. I am going by horse, and if you want, will be waiting at the city square. It would be nice to hear from you, so please send a reply soon.
With Great Pleasure,
Sybil Ludington
Sybil Ludington was the eldest of 12 children. Her father, Henry Ludington, was a minor general in the American Revolution. He was a patriot and favored independence. Sybil agreed with her dad and believed that the British weren't helping the colonies, so they needed independence. She wanted King George to leave them alone. One day in 1777, the British troops entered Danbury, Connecticut and started burning buildings. They set fire to almost every structure. The residents were running around, calling for help. Henry Ludington, who lived about 40 miles from Danbury, needed to gather all his men, but was too tired to do so. He then turned to Sybil and told her to ride through the woods and call all his men. She agreed and mounted on her horse, Starr, and started the journey of 40 miles through unlit mud trails. She faced many dangers during her journey, like outlaws and loyalists, but eventually made it. At the end, she was too late to save Danbury, but everyone was still very proud of her. George Washington actually personally thanked Sybil for her actions during the war. She married Edmond Odgen and had one child, Henry. Sybil eventually lived a happy, peaceful life until her death at the age of 77.
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