the sentry, when a party of soldiers issued violently
Chap. XLIII.} 1770.
from the main guard,1
their arms glittering in the moonlight, and passed on hallooing, ‘Where are they?
where are they?
let them come.’
Presently twelve or fifteen2
more, uttering the same cries, rushed from the South
into King Street, and so by way of Cornhill
, towards Murray's Barracks. ‘Pray, soldiers, spare my life,’ cried a boy of twelve, whom they met; ‘No, no, I'll kill you all,’ answered one of them, and knocked him down with his cutlass.
They abused and insulted several persons at their doors and others in the street, ‘running about like madmen in a fury,’3
crying, ‘Fire,’ which seemed their watchword, and, ‘Where are they?
knock them down.’
Their outrageous behavior occasioned the ringing of the bell at the head of King Street.
The citizens whom the alarm set in motion, came out with canes and clubs; and partly by the interference of well-disposed officers, partly by the courage of Crispus Attucks
, a mulatto, and some others, the fray at the Barracks
was soon over.
Of the citizens, the prudent shouted ‘Home, Home;’ others, it was said, called out, ‘Huzza for the main guard, there is the nest;’ but the main guard was not molested the whole evening.
A body of soldiers came up Royal Exchange Lane, crying ‘Where are the cowards?’
and brandishing their arms, passed through King Street.