The Hungry Winter of 1780
Four breadless days on New Jersey’s frozen roads reduce Washington’s soldiers to chewing bark, measuring patriotism against the body’s oldest need.
Read the complete lyrics ↓General George Washington chose Morristown, New Jersey, for the Continental Army's 1779–1780 winter encampment, a strategic position between New York and Philadelphia. Historians and the National Park Service describe that season as more severe than the better-known winter at Valley Forge. Contemporary weather observations and later reconstructions record repeated snowstorms and prolonged cold, but the often-repeated total of twenty-eight snowfalls should be understood as a modern historical count rather than a phrase drawn from one soldier's account.
Cold was only part of the crisis. Inflation, weak public credit, transport failures, and reluctance to accept Continental paper currency all disrupted supply. Exchange rates varied sharply by date and place, so “thirty paper dollars to one dollar of coin” is illustrative rather than a fixed rate for the entire encampment. Washington authorized requisitions from surrounding counties, with certificates intended as compensation, when ordinary purchasing failed to feed the army.
Soldiers' accounts from Morristown describe stretches of days when rations simply did not arrive — not reduced rations, but none at all — while snow kept supply wagons from reaching camp. "Four Days, Four Nights" names one such stretch: not a battle, not a single dramatic event, but the much quieter and more grinding ordeal of counting down the hours between one meal and the next uncertain one, in a war remembered far more for its battlefields than for the winters that nearly ended it before any battle could be fought.
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We marched out thin, with the frost in our cuffs,
Jersey wind cutting through our coats.
The sergeant said, Boys, keep your firelocks up,
but my belly had a drum of its own.
No bread in the sack,
no salt in the hand,
no smoke from the cookfire rising.
Just the white road going,
and the black trees knowing
we were less like men by morning.
And I heard Jack laugh with his teeth all blue,
said, “This war feeds fine, if it feeds on you.”
Four days, four nights,
not a crust, not a bite,
we were nigh on gone, nigh on ghosts.
Four days, four nights,
with the bark in our mouths,
chewing dark just to stay in our bones.
Oh, mother, don’t ask
what a hungry man will do.
He’ll eat the leather from the devil’s shoe.
Old Tom took his boot from a foot gone raw,
held it up like Sunday meat.
We burned it black on a beggar’s fire,
passed it round like royal beef.
Some cursed the Congress,
some cursed the King,
some cursed the snow for falling.
But the snow said nothing,
and the moon kept looking,
like a coin no hand was holding.
Then Will cut bark from a birch with his knife,
said, “Boys, here’s supper. Mind you chew it twice.”
Four days, four nights,
not a crust, not a bite,
we were nigh on gone, nigh on ghosts.
Four days, four nights,
with the bark in our mouths,
chewing dark just to stay in our bones.
Oh, father, don’t ask
what a hungry man will do.
He’ll call black bark a blessing too.
Then came half a pound of beef,
thin as mercy, tough as grief,
and a fist of wheat to boil in tin.
It came at dark,
no cheer was raised,
but Lord, we lived again.
For one small hour,
we were men, we were men,
we were men again.
So write no glory over me,
no shining tale, no painted fight.
Say I kept my musket dry enough
and my soul tucked out of sight.
Say I learned the taste
of a winter tree,
say I laughed when laughing failed me.
Say the boys went quiet
when the fire went low,
and hunger named us plainly.
Four days, four nights,
not a crust, not a bite,
we were nigh on gone, nigh on ghosts.
Four days, four nights,
with the bark in our mouths,
chewing dark just to stay in our bones.
Oh, Lord, don’t ask
what a hungry man will do.
He’ll march with death
if death has shoes.
Four days,
four nights,
black bark,
white road.
Four days,
four nights,
still here,
God knows.
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