Which first-person narration from fever 1793 makes a historical fact or event come to life?
"i gathered a handful of fronds, cut them at the base, and tied the bunch tightly with a piece of twine."
"andrew brown's print shop smelled of ink and grease and the sweat of muscular apprentices carrying trays of lead type from the composing table to the printing press."
"i silently counted on my fingers: twenty-eight days until the end of september, then on into october until the first frost."
"grandfather stayed silent until we approached a limping man dressed in dark rags, pushing a cart."