Chap. XXVII.} 1775. April 19. |
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one hundred and thirty answered to their names.
The
captain, John Parker, ordered every one to load with powder and ball, but to take care not to be the first to fire.
Messengers, sent to look for the British regulars, reported that there were no signs of their approach.
A watch was therefore set, and the company dismissed with orders to come together at beat of drum.
Some went to their own homes; some to the tavern, near the southeast corner of the common.
Adams and Hancock, whose proscription had already been divulged, and whose seizure was believed to be intended, were compelled by persuasion to retire towards Woburn.
The last stars were vanishing from night, when the foremost party, led by Pitcairn, a major of marines, was discovered, advancing quickly and in silence.
Alarm guns were fired, and the drums beat, not a call to village husbandmen only, but the reveille to humanity.
Less than seventy, perhaps less than sixty, obeyed the summons, and in sight of half as many boys and unarmed men, were paraded in two ranks, a few rods north of the meeting-house.
How often in that building had they, with renewed professions of their faith, looked up to God as the stay of their fathers, and the protector of their privileges!
How often on that village green, hard by the burial place of their forefathers, had they pledged themselves to each other to combat manfully for their birthright inheritance of liberty!
There they now stood side by side, under the provincial banner, with arms in their hands, silent and fearless, willing to fight for their privileges, scrupulous not to begin civil war, and as yet unsuspicious of immediate danger.
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