The old brick palace at Williamsburg was in a tumult. The Governor tore off his wig and stamped it under foot in rage. "I'll teach them, the ingrates, the rebels " Snatching at a worn bell-cord, but carefully replacing his wig, he stood with clinched fists and compressed lips, waiting. "They are going to meet in Williamsburg, eh? I'll circumvent them. These Virginia delegates These rebellious colonists I'll nip their little game The land is ripe for insurrection. Negroes, Indians, rebels There are enough rumblings now. Let me but play them off against each other, and then these colonists...