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[yurbud]

the Parable of the Dry Powder

During the American Revolution, Colonel Harry Reid was sent to gaurd a key mountain pass. He had twenty men, the high ground, and a good view of all possible routes of attack, but just one small keg of gunpowder to defend the pass.

Each soldier would have powder to let just ten bullets fly. General Washington was thinking of this when he bid them good-bye. He said, "Take care boys, and keep your powder dry!" He would regret those words for they led good men to die.

One night as Reid and his boys were sitting around the campfire at their post up in the pass, a grizzly bear got scent of them and into their camp crashed. Johnny grabbed his musket and aimed at the charging bear. But before he could squeeze the trigger, Col. Reid jumped up and said, "Stand fast! Our bullets are for Redcoats, save our powder for them instead!" Johnny held his fire and the bear tore out his throat.

As the bear began to eat him, the other soldiers grabbed their guns, but Reid said, "Fight him if you must, but no bullets should let fly. Washington has ordered we must keep our powder dry."

So they turned their muskets round and swatted with the butts, they pulled their Bowie knives and they tried to slash his guts. The bear just took the beating, but he would stand the cuts. He turned on his attackers clawing flesh and chewing heads. By the time that he was finished, half Reid's men were lying dead.

Reid thought it a victory for that keg was tight and dry. Every bit of powder meant a Redcoat boy would die.

When the dead were buried, and the night lightened to day,
The watch saw Indians approaching with warpaint and sharpened blades. Bob whispered to Reid, "They are fighting for the crown." "That may be so," said Reid, "but when Redcoats come around, we need every bit of powder to shoot each soldier down."

Bob was going to answer when a bullet hit his lung.
The Indians weren't as stingy with their own powder drum.
Harry took the powder and he began to run.
Half his men were killed again,
just five left from when he had begun.

"Now we can fight," he said.
"We have plenty for each gun."

As the day was fading and they lay up there in wait, a half dozen Redcoats approached them, lined up perfect in their sights.

Tom pulled back his hammer and almost fired a shot,
but Harry grabbed his barrel and said this squad need not be fought. "A bigger army's coming, and no powder can be lost."

"But if we all are dead, then who will fire the shot?" Tom tried to wrest rifle, but in the struggle it went off. The Redcoats were upon them, and then all five were caught.


While he tied their hands, the British sargeant asked why they hadn't fired a shot. Harry Reid said nice and loudly, "I cannot tell a lie, Gen. Washington himself told me to keep my powder dry."

"But if you shot the bear, your men would have lived to fight. And if you shot the Indians, and put a bullet in my eye, you could have stole our powder and have more to be kept dry."


The soldier took his bayonet, and Harry had to die. But he cut loose the others and told them all to fly, and he even gave them the powder keg with Reid's head in it to keep the powder dry.