Samuel Hadley, Jr.
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