{"id":"01KG8AKFNNGAN0EXQ22F3T3SSV","cid":"bafkreicvkikkpdh57sn34ejdtfcq6tp5trevsrr6i3kmybg7krplsubdqi","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":503,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:05.590Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","start_line":462,"text":"CHAPTER III.\r\nISRAEL GOES TO THE WARS; AND REACHING BUNKER HILL IN TIME TO BE OF\r\nSERVICE THERE, SOON AFTER IS FORCED TO EXTEND HIS TRAVELS ACROSS THE\r\nSEA INTO THE ENEMY’S LAND.\r\n\r\n\r\nLeft to idle lamentations, Israel might now have planted deep furrows\r\nin his brow. But stifling his pain, he chose rather to plough, than be\r\nploughed. Farming weans man from his sorrows. That tranquil pursuit\r\ntolerates nothing but tranquil meditations. There, too, in mother\r\nearth, you may plant and reap; not, as in other things, plant and see\r\nthe planting torn up by the roots. But if wandering in the wilderness,\r\nand wandering upon the waters, if felling trees, and hunting, and\r\nshipwreck, and fighting with whales, and all his other strange\r\nadventures, had not as yet cured poor Israel of his now hopeless\r\npassion, events were at hand for ever to drown it.\r\n\r\nIt was the year 1774. The difficulties long pending between the\r\ncolonies and England were arriving at their crisis. Hostilities were\r\ncertain. The Americans were preparing themselves. Companies were formed\r\nin most of the New England towns, whose members, receiving the name of\r\nminute-men, stood ready to march anywhere at a minute’s warning.\r\nIsrael, for the last eight months, sojourning as a laborer on a farm in\r\nWindsor, enrolled himself in the regiment of Colonel John Patterson of\r\nLenox, afterwards General Patterson.\r\n\r\nThe battle of Lexington was fought on the 18th of April, 1775; news of\r\nit arrived in the county of Berkshire on the 20th about noon. The next\r\nmorning at sunrise, Israel swung his knapsack, shouldered his musket,\r\nand, with Patterson’s regiment, was on the march, quickstep, towards\r\nBoston.\r\n\r\nLike Putnam, Israel received the stirring tidings at the plough. But\r\nalthough not less willing than Putnam to fly to battle at an instant’s\r\nnotice, yet—only half an acre of the field remaining to be finished—he\r\nwhipped up his team and finished it. Before hastening to one duty, he\r\nwould not leave a prior one undone; and ere helping to whip the\r\nBritish, for a little practice’ sake, he applied the gad to his oxen.\r\nFrom the field of the farmer, he rushed to that of the soldier,\r\nmingling his blood with his sweat. While we revel in broadcloth, let us\r\nnot forget what we owe to linsey-woolsey.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJHFMCDZKHPXTDK6NQM6D","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKFNP55K8KJTPBCBB9V8V","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:05.813Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:12.911Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}