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In less than three months from then, the Brit-ish troops left New York. We had won.
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THE BRITISH GIVE UP AT YORKTOWN.—SIGNING THE TERMS.
The time came, when the war was at an end, for Wash-ing-ton to leave his troops. It was a hard thing to do. Tears came to his eyes. He said that each man must come to him and grasp his hand.
The whole land had great pride in Wash-ing-ton and great love for him, too. But peace had come and home
