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Then such a cheer went up from the conspirators in the hall of Barry

Upper Branch, and the troop of horse outside, as it seemed, might

have been heard across the sea which divided us from that tyranny

which ruled us, and Nick Barry shouted to some of his black slaves,

and presently every man of the soldiers was drinking cider made from

the apples of Virginia, and with it, treason to the king and success

to the rebels.