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Wednesday, August 24, 1814
Dawn
Dolley Madison races up the White House stairs clutching her
spyglass. She peers out at the road, turning in one direction
and then another. Where is her husband? Is her dear James
approaching? But no, President James Madison is not in sight.
All she sees are carriages and carts piled high with trunks and
bedding. All she hears is the pounding of horses’ hooves as their
frantic drivers urge them away from the city of Washington—
faster, faster!
A glance at the red-streaked sky tells her it will be another
scorching day. Little does she know the sky will not be the only
thing on fire this day.
