ittle dreaming what was really in progress there.
A year and a half later Sarah Fulton heard the alarm of Paul Revere as he crossed the bridge into Medford town, aw, but the women did their best as nurses.
Among them, the steady nerves of Sarah Fulton made her a leader.
One poor fellow had a bullet in his cheek, and she removo come through town, and one of these bands of soldiers was there before it. Sarah Fulton, knowing that the wood would be lost unless something was done, and hoping ts new punch-bowl was sipped by his Excellency.
This was the proudest day of Sarah Fulton's life.
The chair in which he sat and the punch-bowl and ladle were always same punch-bowl, and entertained with the story of that memorable visit.
Sarah Fulton was never afraid of man or beast; as she once told her little grandson, she edford people remember the building itself.
In spite of the long distance Sarah Fulton, even in extreme old age, was in the habit of walking to and from the Unitar