When his wife heard the story she flung on a shawl and went in pursuit.
Overtaking the party, she took the oxen by the horns and turned them round.
The men threatened to shoot her, but she shouted defiantly as she started her team, ‘Shoot away!’
Astonishment, admiration, and amusement were too much for the regulars, and they unconditionally surrendered.
Soon after Major Brooks
, later our honored Governor, was given despatches by General Washington
which must be delivered inside the enemy's lines.
Late one night he came to John Fulton
, knowing his patriotism and his intimate knowledge of Boston
, and asked him to undertake the trust.
He was not able to go, but his wife volunteered.
Her offer was accepted.
A long, lonely, and dangerous walk it was to the water-side in Charlestown
, but she reached there in safety, and finding a boat rowed across the river.
Cautiously making her way to the place she sought, she delivered her despatches and returned as she had come.
When the first streak of dawn appeared, she stood safe on her own door-stone.
In recognition of her services General Washington
visited her. It is said that according to the fashion of the day John Fulton
, on this occasion, brewed a potation whose chief ingredient was the far-famed product of the town.
The little silver-mounted ladle was dipped in the steaming concoction, and the first glass from Mrs. Fulton
's new punch-bowl was sipped by his Excellency
This was the proudest day of Sarah Fulton
The chair in which he sat and the punch-bowl and ladle were always sacred, and are still treasured by her descendants.
Years after General Lafayette
was her guest, and we can safely say he was seated in General Washington
's chair, served with punch from that same punch-bowl, and entertained with the story of that memorable visit.
was never afraid of man or beast; as she once told her little grandson, she ‘never turned her ’