As one of their officers expressed it: the militia seemed to have dropped from the clouds, and the flower of that British army must have surrendered to those patriots if relief had not arrived. Almost every face he saw was that of a patriot, but there were a few who were known to be Tories, and it would not do to express his thoughts too freely before them. . He could still be loyal to his sovereign and ready to smite hip and thigh anyone who said anything against him, but his sailor's love of fair play would not let him stand by and see his neighbors imposed upon. I am one of the fifteen men and boys who have agreed to be on hand when they hear a cheer sounded.
Moderate soiling and shelfwear to covers. Now there's that— The man suddenly paused and looked about him. The front rank fired, and when the smoke cleared away, seven men, the first martyrs of the Revolution, were found weltering in their blood. The front rank fired, and when the smoke cleared away, seven men, the first martyrs of the Revolution, were found weltering in their blood. He was thinking about these things as he walked slowly homeward and went into the house. Paul Revere saw the lights, and he forthwith mounted his horse and started to carry the warning to every village in Middlesex. They wore cocked hats, neat velvet coats, knee-breeches, silk stockings, and low shoes with huge silver buckles.
They did not suppose that the British were going to shoot them down like dogs. No sooner was the trampling of soldiers heard than two lights were hung in the steeple of Christ Church in Charlestown. Like her son she had been waiting for this day, but she little dreamed that it would come so soon. For, borne on the night-wings of the Past, through all our history to the last, in the hours of our darkness, peril, and need, will the people waken to listen, to hear the hurrying foot-beats of that steed, and the midnight message of Paul Revere. What they want is adventure, and the more of it you can get in two-hundred-fifty pages of manuscript, the better fellow you are.
No sooner was the trampling of soldiers heard than two lights were hung in the steeple of Christ Church in Charlestown. It seems that Colonel Smith had more to contend with than mere rebels. You are not a Tory. We did not have any telegraph in those days, and the only way the people could hold communication with one another was by messengers, mounted on fleet horses, who rode from village to village with the news. As the day began to dawn in the east the British reached Lexington, and there they found a company of minute-men gathered on the green. He was describing the battle of Lexington which had been fought and won by the patriots on the 19th day of April. But being rebels, we have nothing further to fear from them.
What had the messenger to communicate that had incited such a feeling among those who listened to him? He was describing the battle of Lexington which had been fought and won by the patriots on the 19th day of April. When spring opened he had a force of three thousand five hundred men. He says it is not right for those Boston people to take all the hard knocks while we get none of them. They were amazed by the news. The whole region flew to arms, for remember that Paul Revere had aroused to vigilance the inmates of every house he came to, and from every one there came a man or boy who was strong enough to handle a rifle, and hurried to the help of his countrymen. But he was an American. It happened on the morning of the 9th day of May.
Why don't you disperse, you rebels? She is here as convoy for those two sloops that are loading with lumber, and she is in the service of the crown. A watch was established at Concord, and everywhere the minute-men were ready with burnished muskets, fixed bayonets, and well-filled cartouches. He called the attention of his superior to it, and very shortly the latter gave the order to retreat; and it was not a moment too soon. The blaze in the fireplace was always piled high, but even this was but little if any shelter from the cold. The First Capture by Harry Castlemon Page 1 of 143 Contents Chapter I.
Zeke and Joseph Wheaton would not have proposed that plan if they did not think we would make something by it. That was too much for the patriots. He was describing the battle of Lexington which had been fought and won by the patriots on the 19th day of April. He had English blood in his veins, and, although he felt the soil of America under his feet, he had been, almost ever since he could remember, a good and loyal subject of Great Britain, and hoped some day to serve King George with his sword. While you are eating it I shall be pleased to hear something more about this fight. It was a double house built of logs, the places where they met being chinked with clay and the roof was thatched with long grass or rye straw. You said we killed almost three hundred of them.
The man was put into prison, but at the end of two years was pardoned out by the King. The provincials whipped them because they destroyed property that did not belong to them. I tell you they could not stand before the minute-men. That is too many of our men to go up after fighting those redcoats. But I don't know whether he came from Lexington or not. Enoch had been watching this thing for two years and all the while he felt the ropes of tyranny growing tighter. Major Pitcairn, however, kept a bright lookout, and very soon he became uneasy at the rapidity with which the militia increased in numbers.
Utterly ignorant of the ways of civilized warfare they continued to hold their ground, and for a time it looked as though there was going to be bloodshed sure enough. They did not expect any greeting, for that happened long ago to have gone out of style between the Tories and the Provincials. It looks to me now as though we had got to do battle with the King. It happened on the morning of the 9th day of May. Utterly ignorant of the ways of civilized warfare they continued to hold their ground, and for a time it looked as though there was going to be bloodshed sure enough.
Before they seated themselves at the table they took their stand behind their chairs with bowed and reverent heads, while his mother offered up thanks to the Giver of all good for the provisions set before them. Books were scarce and cost money; but among them could be found the family Bible, Watts' Poems, Young's Night Thoughts, and Milton's Paradise Lost. That man's horse seems to be near tired out. Men had jumped up leaving their breakfast half eaten and ran out bareheaded to gather round a courier, who, sitting on a horse that had his head down and his flanks heaving as if he were almost exhausted, was telling them of a fight which had occurred just twenty days before. The people had nothing to do with it except to hold themselves in readiness to obey his orders.