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Trail of Flour Crumbs The barrels of flour were arranged in the streets, the heads knocked in, and every soldier told to take some. Soldiers are greedy fellows, and many filled their haversacks. During a tedious night's march through woods as dark as chaos, they found the flour far from agreeable and threw it away by degrees. If it had not been for the flour marking the track, the whole column would have lost the road. - Lt. Col. Harry Smith on the British retreat from Washington
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