Caesar Rodney's Ride

by Henry Fisk Carlton

Ready!

URIAH

Then we're off. [horses' hoofs, Prudence's fading "Good-bye, good-bye!"]

ANNOUNCER

And so out into the July night rode Caesar Rodney and the postrider, bound for Philadelphia eighty miles away—an hour—two hours—past the first remount station—it is nearing eleven o'clock. [sound of horses' hoofs and thunder]

RODNEY

Is that thunder?

URIAH

Cal'ate thet's what 'tis.

RODNEY