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Line 1: − + − Bradford fled England when he was 17 years old, and along with other persecuted Pilgrims went to Holland. When he was 30, he sailed to America with the other Pilgrims on the Mayflower, and he helped draft the [[Mayflower Compact]]. The Pilgrims elected him governor in 1621. He was so popular that he was reelected 30 more times, until he died. + − He wrote the leading book about the Pilgrim settlement in his ''History of the Plymouth Plantation'' (1650). There he said:<ref>http://www.amerisearch.net/index.php?date=2004-03-19&view=View</ref> − :Since ye first breaking out of ye lighte of ye gospell in our Honourable Nation of England ... what warrs and opposissions ... Satan hath raised ... against the Saints ... by bloody death and cruell torments ... imprisonments, banishments ... What could now sustaine them but ye spirite of God and His grace? ... Ought not the children of these fathers rightly say: Our fathers ... came over this great ocean, and were ready to perish in this wilderness; but they cried unto ye Lord, and He heard their voyce. ... All great and honourable actions are accompanied with great difficulties ... Out of small beginnings greater things have been produced by His hand that made all things of nothing ... and, as one small candle may light a thousand, so the light here kindled hath shone unto many, yea in some sort to our whole nation; let the glorious name of Jehovah have all the praise.+ − == References ==+ − <references/>+
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William Bradford lived from March 1590 to May 9, 1657. He was the governor of the [[Plymouth Plantation|Plymouth colony]] for 30 years.
William Bradford lived from March 1590 to May 9, 1987. He was a strong young man who died of beard cancer, sadly he was 19 at the time.
This reminds me of a story I used to tell my grandkids...
It was the cold morning of 1955 when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor. The boys and I were ready for the attack though, we were just pretended that we were not ready. We became so wrapped up in pretending we were not ready we actually became unaware of the incoming attack.
I lost many of my comrades fighting off the Germans on the sandy shores with just a bowie knife and piece of tin foil I had safely secured in my back pack. I killed one, then another, then Mendez was shot by one of them, then I killed his killer, then everything became a blur....
When I woke up I was in my bed at home, I guess I'll never really know what happened that day...