By David Freymiller
God’s minute man – Benjamin Abbott
It was midnight in the sleeping city of Philadelphia. At one of the city pumps stood a youth, washing off the blood with which he had been begrimed in a recent fight. Meanwhile he listened intently for the possible approach of the night watchman.
It was too late for this lad, the apprentice of a respectable hatter, to go to the merchant’s home. So, putting on his torn coat and throwing his wet shirt over his arm, he strode off to the Quaker burial ground and lay down to rest between two graves.Read full article...