came striding through Medford
and in four hours did the march of sixteen miles to Menotomy
All these, during the day, came down the Salem
road through the square and followed the route taken by Captain Hall
and his men during the cool hours of the early morning.
The day, in the meantime, had become very warm and the air dry, for the season was so advanced that along the roadside was the waving grass of summer.
Over the same route, in the afternoon, as far as the square, came three hundred men from Salem
They turned down the Charlestown
road where, as they reached the top of Winter hill
at the edge of early evening, they witnessed the running fight upon the exhausted British
To these Minute Men from other towns, as they passed the house from which her husband, the Rev. Edward Brooks
, had ridden off in the morning, Abagail Brooks
served chocolate—chocolate, but no tea. It was at this house, too, where that militant man of God extended Christian hospitality to a wounded enemy, Lieutenant Gould
of the King
's Own, wounded at Concord
, and while proceeding in a borrowed chaise, captured by the old men of Menotomy
, he wrote, ‘I am now treated with the greatest humanity and taken all possible care of.’
These, we may imagine, were but instances of the hospitality dispensed by the good wives of Medford
, both at the roadside and the hearthside.
So passed the nineteenth of April in Medford
, and when night came companies from other towns, too late to enter the fight, were quartered in its midst.
But what, meantime, was the business of Captain Hall
and his company who marched off under the waning moon, pressing on after Paul Revere
It was about half-past 10 in the evening of April eighteenth that eight hundred British regulars under Lieutenant-Colonel Smith
, having assembled at the foot of Boston
common, now Boylston street, embarked across the Charles
for Lechmere point in East Cambridge.