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July 29 - August 7, 2019
Young Dr. Senter moved from pallet to pallet, probing, stitching, and occasionally sighing. With
“The strongest proof of a good heart,” he said, “is to love dogs and dislike mankind.”
“There is too much corruption, even in this infant age of our republic. Virtue is not in fashion. Vice is not infamous,” John Adams wrote Abigail. “I am ashamed of the age I live in.”
His request for other curiosities to pique French interest in America led to discussions in Philadelphia of sending rattlesnakes, woodchucks, flying squirrels, and a moose.
Their captain, later described by another officer as “a mere stripling, small, slender, almost delicate … with a cocked hat pulled down over his eyes,” danced from gun to gun, occasionally patting a barrel “as if it were a favorite horse.” Captain Alexander Hamilton, the son of a wandering Scottish wastrel and a sugar islands harlot jailed for adultery, had escaped a dreary St. Croix boyhood when benefactors sent him to New York for an education. “I wish there was a war,” Hamilton had written as an ambitious teenager. Now he had his wish.
