It’s the dead of night. You’re in a rowboat crossing an icy river. Bitter winds howl in your ears. Freezing rain stings your skin like millions of tiny needles. All around you, men are crammed so tightly in the small boat that you can barely breathe. And just when it seems like things can’t get any worse . . .
WHAM!
A huge chunk of ice slams into the rowboat. Hold on! You almost topple overboard as the boat rocks wildly back and forth. Freezing-cold water sloshes over the sides, soaking you to the bone. What are you doing here?
It’s the night of December 25, 1776. You’re on a boat full of soldiers crossing the Delaware River with General George Washington. On the other side of the river, there are more than 1,000 enemy soldiers. And you’re heading straight toward them!
It’s the middle of the night. You’re in a rowboat crossing an icy river. Sharp winds blow loudly in your ears. Freezing rain stings your skin like millions of tiny needles. Men are packed around you tightly in the small boat. You can barely breathe. It seems like things can’t get any worse.
WHAM!
The rowboat hits a huge chunk of ice. Hold on! You almost fall as the boat rocks back and forth. Freezing-cold water spills over the sides. You’re soaking wet. What are you doing here?
It’s December 25, 1776. You’re on a boat full of soldiers crossing the Delaware River. You’re with General George Washington. There are more than 1,000 enemy soldiers on the other side of the river. And you’re heading straight toward them!