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Simon Tufts (search for this): chapter 7
n who helped finance the colonial cause. Dr. Simon Tufts, the town doctor, was a great friend of Cand and brothers for Boston Tea Party. Dr. Simon Tufts. Forty-eight years old; representative toere comes the man who will direct us. (Enter Dr. Tufts.) Tufts. Truly the whole countryside is uTufts. Truly the whole countryside is up. Danvers men already. I trow that never men came thence at such a pace before. Minutemen. Minut Porter. Have you more news, good doctor? Tufts. I met a man but now who said that reinforcemen. Were I a man I'd fight. Abigail. And I. Tufts. They can and will. And you know, good sir, tat would poor Colonel Royall think of this? Tufts. Would he were here. His heart has been ever e men of ours or Danvers come wounded back. Tufts. Gather the women and scrape lint for wounds, edly. Whence come ye? Minuteman. Salem. Tufts. Danvers and Lynn have passed already. Ye areear we'll be too late for any fight at all. Tufts. If ye go to Winter hill I think you'll cut th
Richard B. Coolidge (search for this): chapter 7
ard Brooks. From his house opposite the old slave wall on the western side of Grove street he too went to Lexington, and with fullbottomed wig, rode on horseback, his gun on his shoulder. From the garret window 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
Boston (search for this): chapter 7
Hall. Harry Bond. Blacksmith from Mystic Avenue. Scotch-Irish; killed at Bunker Hill; patriots met and discussed at his home. Jonathan Porter, proprietor of Royal Oak Tavern. Twenty-seven years old; came to Medford from Malden, 1773; commissioned second lieutenant, 1776. Stephen Hall. Seventy-one years old; called Honorable and Gentleman; served in legislature and on committee of advice. Sarah Bradlee Fulton. Aged twenty-three; energetic, patriotic woman; carried despatches to Boston by order of Washington; assisted in disguising husband and brothers for Boston Tea Party. Dr. Simon Tufts. Forty-eight years old; representative to General Court, 1772-1775; trusted friend and trustee of Isaac Royall; attended wounded soldiers after Bunker Hill. Minuteman. Enter Belinda carrying basket. Spies about her. Enter Abigail Hall, following her curiously about. Abigail. What are you looking for, Belinda? Belinda. Sh, sh, sh! Abigail. What are you looking for? B
King (search for this): chapter 7
hteen Nieces of Abigail and Edward Brooks. Mercy. Aged twelve Nieces of Abigail and Edward Brooks. Mrs. Putnam. A neighbor. (Husband was killed at Lexington.) Abigail Brooks. Rev. Edward Brooks. Her husband. Lieutenant Gould. Of the King's Own. Two farmer lads. Mrs. Putnam. Good day, Mistress Nancy. Tell your aunt I must e'en go home to make ready the supper, it grows late. Nancy. Of a surety, Mrs. Putnam, and thank you vastly for your assistance. 'T has been a busy day ere vividly brought to view, as in the preceding pages. Later the Roadside Farm at the West End was shown as never before since the original Patriot's Day. Especially real seemed the return of Rev. Edward Brooks with the captured officer of the King's Own whose words showed him a loyal subject, and those of his captor a high son of liberty. The tableaux, songs and stately dances gave added interest to the well-planned, written and executed representation of Medford's entrance into the Revo
Alvin Reed (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.
Lynn (search for this): chapter 7
ses are burning in Menotomy — the British soldiers fired them-and the king's troops are on the run—their tongues just hanging out of their mouths like dogs. (Sounds of fife and drum.) Porter. More minutemen. (Enter two or three minutemen, running.) 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 to morrow and call ye—shall it be the Minuteman's Tavern or Liberty Oak? No, it <
Nancy (search for this): chapter 7
e Nieces of Abigail and Edward Brooks. Mrs. Putnam. A neighbor. (Husband was killed at Lexington.) Abigail Brooks. Rev. Edward Brooks. Her husband. Lieutenant Gould. Of the King's Own. Two farmer lads. Mrs. Putnam. Good day, Mistress Nancy. Tell your aunt I must e'en go home to make ready the supper, it grows late. Nancy. Of a surety, Mrs. Putnam, and thank you vastly for your assistance. 'T has been a busy day indeed, and sorely troubled would Aunt Abigail have been to do e them some, sez he, jest like that, and gave me a strange look, ana off lie legged it, carryina tha ole flintlock he'd used in the Cannedy campaign. Sixty-three year old if a day, ana yet he must be mixina in! We're all strong for libbity, Mistress Nancy, you ana your folks ana me ana my folks. Nancy. Yes, Mrs. Putnam, we're all High Liberty Men together, come what may. Mrs. Putnam (really going). Tha ain't no one more willina to give fer the cause 'n what I be, but when it comes to was
Henry Putnam (search for this): chapter 7
lunteers followed in their wake, among them Henry Putnam, in 1758 a lieutenant in the Louisburg camp the second play Mrs. Putnam is the wife of Henry Putnam who was killed at Lexington. Nancy and Mering hugely, Mercy in attendance. Nancy and Mrs. Putnam at gate. Characters. Nancy. Aged eighlve Nieces of Abigail and Edward Brooks. Mrs. Putnam. A neighbor. (Husband was killed at Lexingt. Of the King's Own. Two farmer lads. Mrs. Putnam. Good day, Mistress Nancy. Tell your aunt pper, it grows late. Nancy. Of a surety, Mrs. Putnam, and thank you vastly for your assistance. r help—you and the other good neighbors. Mrs. Putnam. Sartin sure! Never in all my born days diould be too good for our brave patriots. Mrs. Putnam. Poor fellows! Sorry I can't stay to help r folks ana me ana my folks. Nancy. Yes, Mrs. Putnam, we're all High Liberty Men together, come what may. Mrs. Putnam (really going). Tha ain't no one more willina to give fer the cause 'n wha[1 more...]
Gould (search for this): chapter 7
chocolate. At nightfall her husband came back, bringing on his own horse Lieutenant Gould of the King's Own, who, wounded in the ankle at Concord, was proceeding ind at Lexington.) Abigail Brooks. Rev. Edward Brooks. Her husband. Lieutenant Gould. Of the King's Own. Two farmer lads. Mrs. Putnam. Good day, Mistress 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).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, chi. Yes, wife, and we must be ready to give our all in the cause of liberty. Lt. Gould (rousing with a shudder). Mr. Brooks, this is a most fateful day! Is it possy heart bleeds for your people. Rev. Edward. The outcome of today, Leftenant Gould, is in the hand of God, and only our grandchildren to the tenth generation may
J. M. Safford (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.
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