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Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
s.) voice. Don't sing any more about heels, fellers, might hurt the poor gentleman's feelings. another. Haw, haw! Yes, that's so! Heels seems to be his'ns tender p'nt! (Guffaws.) Rev. Edward (outside). Thank you for your assistance, neighbors. Without it, assuredly, our friend's life would have been sacrificed. Take the mare, Pomp, and give her a good rubbing down. And now, Leftenant— Voices. Three cheers for Parson! Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! Goodby! Abigail. Thanks be to Providence! (They enter. The lieutenant, with his foot done up in huge white wrappings, is leaning heavily on Mr. Brooks' shoulder.) Abigail. My dear husband! You are safe! Rev. Edward. Yes, wife, and I have brought you a guest, Leftenant Gould of the King's Own. My nieces, Leftenant. Lt. Gould (with a ceremonious bow). Your servant, madam—ladies. (Al three courtesy.) Abigail. But you are wounded! (They assist him into the chair. Nancy takes charge.) Nancy. Quick, Mercy, child! A p
Lynn (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
egister, Vol. XXVIII, No. 3, Medford and Her Minutemen, April 19, 1775, by Richard B. Coolidge. The road between Medford and Salem was the highway leading to the country northeast of Boston. Seventy-six men from Malden, with drums beating, marched to Medford under orders to proceed to Watertown. Near Cradock bridge the company halted while the whereabouts of the British was verified, and then at noon proceeded through the town to Menotomy. At some hour of the morning thirty-eight men from Lynn marched through Medford. The word reached Salem and Danvers at about nine o'clock in the morning of the nineteenth. The Danvers men, three hundred and thirty-one of them, without waiting for a full regiment set off at nine o'clock. Before noon they came striding through Medford, and in four hours did the march of sixteen miles to Menotomy. There seven of their young men were killed. The day, in the meantime, had become very warm and dry, for the season was so advanced that along the ways
Bunker Hill (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
of Correspondence, a prominent business man who helped finance the colonial cause. Dr. Simon Tufts, the town doctor, was a great friend of Colonel Royall and executor of his estate during his absence. He tended the wounded brought back from Bunker hill. Sarah Bradlee Fulton was the leading woman patriot of Medford. She helped disguise her husband and friends as Indians for the Boston teaparty, and tended the wounded after Bunker hill. When Washington wanted a dispatch sent to Boston she wBunker hill. When Washington wanted a dispatch sent to Boston she walked by night to Charlestown, rowed herself across the river, delivered her message safely and returned by morning to her home. In the second play Mrs. Putnam is the wife of Henry Putnam who was killed at Lexington. Nancy and Mercy Brooks are the eighteen-and twelve-year-old nieces of Abigail, who lived in the house behind the slave wall on the east side of Grove street. Abigail Brooks is another heroic figure, who not only ministered to the minutemen, but who, after the death of her husband
Concord (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
den, and tradition says that they engaged the British at Merriam's corner near Concord. Other unorganized volunteers followed in their wake, among them Henry Putnamhis own horse Lieutenant Gould of the King's Own, who, wounded in the ankle at Concord, was proceeding in a chaise to Boston when he was captured by the old men of Mss riding to warn the minutemen. The king's troops are after our powder up at Concord. Belinda. You be only a lil gal. I know. I know. Ole Belinda know when deroops had marched toward Lexington, and that the first force was marching from Concord and the farmers were fighting all along the road. Porter. Gage doubtless se! boy. Hurt! They say eight of our men were killed in Lexington and more in Concord, and hundreds and hundreds of the king's troops, so they say. I only hope it's what hath chanced? Rev. Edward. Patriots have been killed at Lexington and Concord, how many I know not, but the whole country is roused. Even now they are purs
Watertown (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
indow of that house his son Peter listened to the guns at Menotomy and saw them glistening in the sun. As the day wore on armed provincials from other towns trooped through the square. See Historical Register, Vol. XXVIII, No. 3, Medford and Her Minutemen, April 19, 1775, by Richard B. Coolidge. The road between Medford and Salem was the highway leading to the country northeast of Boston. Seventy-six men from Malden, with drums beating, marched to Medford under orders to proceed to Watertown. Near Cradock bridge the company halted while the whereabouts of the British was verified, and then at noon proceeded through the town to Menotomy. At some hour of the morning thirty-eight men from Lynn marched through Medford. The word reached Salem and Danvers at about nine o'clock in the morning of the nineteenth. The Danvers men, three hundred and thirty-one of them, without waiting for a full regiment set off at nine o'clock. Before noon they came striding through Medford, and in
Vermont (Vermont, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
Afterwards. Medford square was thronged with citizens and children for the observance of Patriot's Day. Just a few of the old veterans of ‘61 are left to us now, but they were loyally present, guests of our president in the old home of Capt. Isaac Hall. The usual features of the day were increasingly well observed and the modern rider sped on his way. Memorial Day came, the day of days for the comrades of the Grand Army. They number but eleven now. Eight of them, Commander George L. Stokell, Charles O. Burbank, Edgar Hall, Alvin Reed, Winslow Joyce, Thomas Kelley, G. H. LesDnier, followed the old flag to the silent city to mark their comrades' graves. A visiting comrade from Vermont, J. M. Safford, went with them. We grasped their hands and looked into their faces once more, remembering the long-ago time in which they lived, loyally dared and bravely fought. On Flag Day four of them participated in the public exercises. The Old Guard dies, but it never surrenders.
Nancy Brook (Vermont, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
nded brought back from Bunker hill. Sarah Bradlee Fulton was the leading woman patriot of Medford. She helped disguise her husband and friends as Indians for the Boston teaparty, and tended the wounded after Bunker hill. When Washington wanted a dispatch sent to Boston she walked by night to Charlestown, rowed herself across the river, delivered her message safely and returned by morning to her home. In the second play Mrs. Putnam is the wife of Henry Putnam who was killed at Lexington. Nancy and Mercy Brooks are the eighteen-and twelve-year-old nieces of Abigail, who lived in the house behind the slave wall on the east side of Grove street. Abigail Brooks is another heroic figure, who not only ministered to the minutemen, but who, after the death of her husband, a victim to his patriotism, brought up her family with rare management, and has among her descendants Phillips Brooks, Francis Parkman and Peter Chardon Brooks. The Tavern in the square. by Ruth Dame Coolidge. Sc
Danvers (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
men from Lynn marched through Medford. The word reached Salem and Danvers at about nine o'clock in the morning of the nineteenth. The DanveDanvers men, three hundred and thirty-one of them, without waiting for a full regiment set off at nine o'clock. Before noon they came striding thrrter. The high street to Menotomy. Whence come you? Minuteman. Danvers. Forward! Mrs. Fulton. Not a second's pause (clasps hands)! Saws. (Enter Dr. Tufts.) Tufts. Truly the whole countryside is up. Danvers men already. I trow that never men came thence at such a pace befd he could not but take fire had he seen the faces of those men of Danvers. Heat, exhaustion, hunger, thirst—forgotten in that determination doctor. Tell us what we must do now if these game men of ours or Danvers come wounded back. Tufts. Gather the women and scrape lint for er hill assuredly. Whence come ye? Minuteman. Salem. Tufts. Danvers and Lynn have passed already. Ye are late. Minuteman. All has
Winter Hill (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
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 the minutemen Abigail Brooks, wife of the Rev. Edward Brooks, ser Minuteman. Which way to the fighting? Porter. They are fighting even now in Menotomy. You had best take the main road to Charlestown. You'll catch them at Winter hill assuredly. Whence come ye? Minuteman. Salem. Tufts. Danvers and Lynn have passed already. Ye are late. Minuteman. All has gone wrong with us. Mistake upon mistake. I fear we'll be too late for any fight at all. Tufts. If ye go to Winter hill I think you'll cut them off there. I'll march alongside. (Exeunt all but Porter.) (Fife and drum.) Porter (to his sign). Royal Oak. Royal Oak no more. No Colonel-Royall, no King Royal. Fare ye well, Royal Oak. I'll paint ye over t
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 7
ut now who said that reinforcements for the British troops had marched toward Lexington, and that the first force was marching from Concord and the farmers were fighting all along the road. Porter. Gage doubtless sent reinforcements as the rumor ran. Think you our men can face the cannon and musketry of the king's trained troops? Mrs. Fulton. Were I a man I'd fight. Abigail. And I. Tufts. They can and will. And you know, good sir, they need not stand before the cannon's mouth. New England soldiers have learned much of old from the Indians. Porter. What would poor Colonel Royall think of this? Tufts. Would he were here. His heart has been ever with us, and he could not but take fire had he seen the faces of those men of Danvers. Heat, exhaustion, hunger, thirst—forgotten in that determination to stand for their liberty. Abigail. You should have seen father and our minutemen as they started forth in the morning, with old Master Putnam and William Polly, who's hard
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