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David Hadley Jacob Bedin Richard Paine William Polley Peter Conery Joseph Clefton Samuel Hadley, Jr. Moses Hadley John Callender John Clarke Andrew Bradshaw Thomas Savels Francis Hall Benjamin Savils On their return Madam Brooks (who had watched from her attic window as the red-coated host came back down the valley) had the big kettle swung over a fire out of doors and prepared chocolate for these Medford men's refreshing—the tea had gone into Boston harbor. But one was mortally wounded, his comrades bore him home to die, he the only son of his mother and she was a widow. Both youth and age was the toll taken from Medford that day. Of the latter, was a man of seventy who had one son among the Medford minute men, and another in the Danvers company. The latter, who bore the father's name, was wounded and brought to Medford, whither his wife came to care for him until his recovery. But, killed at Menotomy, the father's lifeless body was
th their conclusions. In this connection their is plenty of room for sober reflection. Beyond all doubt the place for a great settlement is Boston and not Plymouth, and the adventurers were shrewd enough to recognize that fact immediately. For in spite of their prime object of isolation from foreign entanglements, they never had any idea of giving up communication with the home country. That they desired to make as easy as possible, and that meant, of course, a harbor. They missed Boston harbor for various reasons, perhaps chiefly because they had never heard of it; and you will remember Professor Brigham's hint that only a blinding snowstorm hid Barnstable harbor from the adventurers on that memorable expedition from Provincetown which finally found and selected Plymouth. Barnstable as a harbor would appear far more attractive than Plymouth. What if it had not snowed on that boisterous December day? But here again, those of us who stand by providential dispensation will