As my nerves were all on the surface, no words can describe what I suffered with those explosions, great and small, and my fears lest King George and his minions should reappear among us.

I thought that, if he had done all the dreadful things stated in the Declaration of '76, he might come again, burn our houses, and drive us all into the street.

Sir William Johnson's mansion of solid masonry, gloomy and threatening, still stood in our neighborhood.

I had seen the marks of the Indian's tomahawk on the balustrades and heard of the bloody deeds there enacted.

For all the calamities of the nation I believed King George responsible.