PART ONE

THE GATHERING GALE

The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Why stand we here idle?… Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains… ? Forbid it, Almighty God. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me community or give me death!

—PATRICK HENRY
(with one minor revision)