text_original: Sometime in the night there was a cry. Ray had found the water falling from an oozy bank, and there we dozed fitfully until we were startled by a distant boom. It was Governor Hamilton's morning gun at Fort Sackville, Vincennes. There was no breakfast. How we made our way, benumbed with hunger and cold, to the banks of the Wabash, I know not.
text_transcription: SOMETIME IN THE NIGHT THERE WAS A CRY RAY HAD FOUND THE WATER FALLING FROM AN OOZY BANK AND THERE WE DOZED FITFULLY UNTIL WE WERE STARTLED BY A DISTANT BOOM IT WAS GOVERNOR HAMILTON'S MORNING GUN AT FORT SANKVILLE VINCEYNNES THERE WAS NO BREAKFAST HOW WE MADE OUR WAY BENUMBED WITH HUNGER AND COLD TO THE BANKS OF THE WABASH I KNOW NOT
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