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wind, I turned my eyes back to the ocean grave of Kudlago — a 



snow-white monument of 

 mountain size, and of God's 

 own fashioning , was over it I 

 The next event of any 

 importance to record was 

 the celebration of our glori- 

 ous Fourth of July. 'At 

 that time we were in Da- 

 vis's Straits, near a place 

 called Snicker top pen, in 

 Greenland, under all sail 

 for Holsteinborg, and we 

 had been in great hopes to 

 have arrived during the 

 day, but contrary winds 

 and calms had prevented 

 us. As it was, we did the 

 best we could, and tried 

 to prove ourselves, as we 

 knew all' of us to be, true 

 sons of our country. 



The day, commencing at 

 the turn of the midnight 

 hour, was ushered in by cheers and firing of guns. Pistols, guns, 

 blunderbusses, were in readiness for the word that should make 

 the mountains of old Greenland echo back our thunderings for 



FREEDOM AND OUR NATIVE LAND ! 



As the hour approached, several of us were stationed at vari- 

 ous places, ready to discharge the weapons in our hands at com- 

 mand. Twelve o'clock came, and the Fourth of July, 1860, was 

 upon us. " One ! two ! ! three ! ! ! Fire ! ! ! !" was the signal ; and 

 never did the George Henry quiver more under the peal of deep- 

 throated guns, in a noble cause, than on that occasion. After 

 this the jubilee was continued by firing, and cheers on cheers. 

 The national colors were run up (for it was now broad daylight) 

 and saluted. At noon another salute was given, and again twelve 

 hours afterward, when the next midnight proclaimed that anoth- 

 er anniversary of our glorious American freedom had again de- 

 parted. 



But we had other causes of rejoicing on this especial day. At 



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