A Rebel and a Farmer

A Rebel and a Farmer

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Last published Tue, Jun 28, 2016

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This is the tale of two Irishmen: one is the youngest son of a dirt poor tenant farmer and the other is a young idealistic rebel. Both end up on American soil. One immigrates to the city of New York and the other to the city of New Orleans. As they start to settle into American society, the country is plunged into conflict. This war tests them in ways never imagined. In this story I hope to do justice to the "Immigrant's story" and accurately showcase the immense bravery of the Irish during the American Civil War.

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