LIBERTY HALL.
Not until nightfall, on this day of the tragical ending to the lesson
given Master Lillie and the other faithless merchants, did Amos
Richardson meet those who had aided him in the work of erecting the
symbol in front of the shop on Hanover Street.
He and Hardy Baker had assisted Chris Gore to his home, and the injured
boy's father had sent the barber's apprentice in search of a surgeon.
There was nothing Amos could do to aid this family, and having no
desire to listen to Hardy's foolish threats, as he would probably be
forced to do in case he waited for that young gentleman's return, he
walked slowly toward Frog Lane, repeating again and again to himself
that, if little Chris Snyder's death should follow as a result of his
wound, those who had erected the symbol of warning would at least be
morally responsible.
He had arrived at the Liberty Tree, where was a great throng of people
waiting, as if believing that here in the so-called Liberty Hall they
would the sooner receive tidings of the injured lad's condition, when
he met Master Revere, returning to his place of business.
"I think, Amos," the goldsmith said, as he attracted the boy's
attention by tapping him on the shoulder, "that it would be well if
you were to go to the Widow Snyder's home. She may need assistance in
caring for her son, and you are more to be relied upon than any lad of
your age whom I know."
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"Is she alone, sir?"
"Yes, so far as the interior of the dwelling is concerned; but her
home is surrounded by a troop of people who think, mayhap, they show
sympathy by evincing curiosity. The little dwelling was absolutely
choked by those who followed Chris; but when the surgeon arrived he
very rightly and promptly ordered the house to be cleared. I promised
to send some person who was sufficiently clear-headed to be of service
to the sorrowing widow."
"How is Chris, sir?"
"His life, probably, cannot be saved. The surgeon declares that he has
but a few hours, at the most, to live; that the wound is necessarily
mortal."
"Master Revere," and Amos spoke in a most sorrowful tone, "think you
that those who placed the head in front of Master Lillie's shop can be
blamed for the death of poor Chris?"
The goldsmith looked at Amos, searchingly, a few seconds, and then
turned his eyes away.
"I think I understand why you ask that question, Amos Richardson, and
sorry I am there should be the necessity for such thoughts in your
mind. But he who would say those who thus attracted attention to
Master Lillie's shortcomings could be held in any way as contributing
to the poor boy's death, would, perforce, twist his arguments sadly.
That which was done last night was not begun with any idea the ending
could, by any possibility, be what it is. Therefore, while it is a
most deplorable affair, one which, perhaps, may mean more than the
killing of a human being, you must not let your heart be troubled. God
works in wondrous ways, and who shall say that He has not shaped this
for some wise purpose? Go, now, to the house of mourning, my boy, and
aid that bereaved mother as best you can. Before nightfall I will send
some one to relieve you of your sad duty."
Thus it was that Amos had spent the day at Frog Lane, and not until
Master Revere had fulfilled his promise relative to sending another
did he leave the dying lad, who was already being spoken of in the
city as "the first martyr to the noble cause" and the "first victim to
the cruelty and rage of oppressors."
Little Chris had not been conscious from the moment he was brought
into the house, nor could any word, save that he was sinking slowly,
be given to those who called at short intervals to inquire regarding
his condition.
When Amos arrived at the Liberty Tree once more, several hundred
people were there, eager to learn the latest intelligence regarding
Chris; but he could only make the same reply he had made so often
during the day, and when it was learned that he really had no other
information than this to impart, the sympathetic or the curious ones
fell back, gathering in little groups to discuss the terrible events
of the day, as they had been discussing them since early morning.
When he was thus left comparatively alone, Amos observed, for the
first time, that Jim Gray was present at this open-air meeting; that
Jim's eyes were red, as with much weeping, and that he paced to and
fro, speaking to no one, even refusing to reply when accosted.
Amos understood what was in his friend's mind, and he hastened to
apply the same balm with which Master Revere had cheered him.
"That's the way I have tried to figure it," Jim replied, after
listening patiently to a repetition of the goldsmith's remarks on the
subject. "Yet, at the same time, Amos, it is a fact that poor little
Chris would not be dying this evening if we hadn't taken it into our
heads to give Master Lillie a warning; and whether or no it be that
there is more in this than we can see now, as Master Revere proposes,
we shall be forced to remember that through us, and no one else, was
Chris drawn into the matter."
"But think of this, Jim: he did not receive the wound while we were
putting the pole into position, but afterwards, when he was only a
spectator, and he might have been there, even though knowing nothing
of what was done last night."
"Yet if the pole hadn't been put up he would not have been there, even
as a spectator," Jim persisted.
"That is true, and I wish from the bottom of my heart that we had had
no hand in it; but it has been done now, and repentance is of no
avail, so far as poor little Chris is concerned. The whole city is
aroused, and I have heard those say, who should know, that most likely
this will lead to the soldiers being driven out of town."
"Think you that could be done without bloodshed? General Gage, as an
officer in the King's army, has no right to leave this city unless
obliged to by force of arms."
"Whatever may come of it, I know not; but--"
"Well, I can tell you," and Hardy Baker, who had approached
unobserved, stepped in front of his two friends with the air of one
whose shoulders are weighted heavily with burden of state. "Of course
I am in a way to hear a good deal more than you fellows because so
many of Master Piemont's patrons are Britishers. The 'bloody backs'
themselves say this is really the beginning of insubordination in the
Colonies, and before many months have passed the King will find it
necessary to punish us severely. It may be learned that we won't
submit as readily as they seem to fancy."
"But how could it be avoided?" Amos asked, impatiently; for the tone
in which the barber's apprentice spoke, and the swagger he had
assumed, grated harshly upon the boy's nerves.
"We'll arouse the people to action," Hardy replied, loftily.
"Yes, and in the meanwhile the King will have sent over more soldiers
to whip us into submission. If such men as Master Adams are unable to
remedy this state of affairs, I don't believe the yoke of oppression,
which bears so heavily upon the Colonies, will be removed by any
effort at Master Piemont's hair-dressing shop."
"It is all very well for you to sneer when you don't understand the
situation; but your harsh words won't alter the facts, and I tell you,
Amos Richardson, you will see yet more blood spilled."
"And you propose to take a hand in the spilling, I suppose?"
"I shall be wherever anything of the kind is going on, of that you may
rest assured. Do you know where your uncle is at this moment?"
"No."
"The people made prisoners of Wilmot and him, and carried them both to
Faneuil Hall, where they have been examined and committed for trial.
He will be hanged for murder."
"As he should be, even though he is my uncle! But when that has been
done, what then?"
"You shall see," the barber's apprentice replied, in a prophetic tone.
"I am not through with this matter yet."
Then Master Baker walked slowly away, as if the fate of the Colony of
Massachusetts was in his keeping.
The interview with Master Piemont's assistant did not serve to cheer
either Amos or Jim, but rather further distressed them in mind, and,
after trying in vain each to give some comfort to the other, the two
went to Chris Gore's home, where they learned that he was resting
comfortably, in no danger of death.
On the following morning the tolling of the bell on New Brick Church
told that little Chris Snyder was dead, and the city was in more of a
ferment, if possible, than before.
Liberty Hall was crowded with people who had gathered to discuss the
situation of affairs, which now seemed dangerous in the extreme, and
threats against the "bloody backs" were openly indulged in.
Amos and Jim were together the greater portion of the time which
intervened between Chris's death and his funeral; but saw nothing of
the barber's apprentice.
They had been selected, together with four others of the dead boy's
friends, to act as pall-bearers, and on Monday forenoon performed
their part in the impressive ceremonies, which were held under the
Liberty Tree, when beneath it was placed for a brief time the coffin
bearing on its head the inscription, "_Innocentia nusquam tuta_;" on
the foot, "_Latat anguis in herba_;" and on either side, "_Haeret
lateri lethalis arundo_."
Four hundred schoolboys marched in couples behind the casket containing
all that was mortal of Chris Snyder; thirteen hundred citizens followed,
and the procession was closed by thirty chariots and chaises.
The bells of Boston and the neighbouring towns were tolled as the
procession marched from Frog Lane to the Liberty Tree, and from thence
to the burying-ground, and on every hand the little fellow was spoken
of as the "first martyr in the cause of American liberty."
During the week which followed the funeral ceremonies, Amos and Jim
were much together in the home of Chris Gore, whose wound was rapidly
healing. They had little or no intercourse with the barber's
apprentice, whom, it was rumoured, had made friends among a certain
set of men frequenting the resorts on the water-front of the city.
Neither had succeeded in convincing himself he was wholly blameless
for the tragedy on Hanover Street, and both shunned Hardy Baker as
much as possible because of the ridiculous threats he made as to what
he intended to do, and cause others to do, against the soldiers.
It was on the Friday succeeding the funeral, when Amos and Jim were
together in the yard of the latter's home, where the symbol of warning
to Master Lillie had been prepared, that the barber's apprentice burst
in upon them like a whirlwind.
Excitement was written on every feature of his face, and several
seconds elapsed before he could speak coherently. Then he exclaimed:
"It has come at last! It has come at last!"
"What has come?" Amos asked, impatiently.
"The 'bloody backs' are to be driven out of town. They have done so
much this time that the people will soon put an end to them! It seems
that Chris Snyder's murder wasn't enough--"
"But the soldiers had nothing to do with that," Jim said, quickly. "We
three are the guilty ones."
"Now you are talking foolishly," Hardy cried, angrily. "If I didn't
know you two fellows as well as I do, I'd say you were ready to make
friends with the oppressors."
"We have no desire to be friendly with the soldiers," Amos replied,
thoughtfully, "nor can I understand why we should announce ourselves
as their enemies. They have done nothing to us personally; but are
simply stationed here in obedience to the King's commands."
"Oh, they have done nothing to us, eh?" the barber's apprentice cried,
as if in a fury. "You stand here and say that, after what has happened
this afternoon?"
"Well, what _has_ happened?" and Jim caught the excited barber by the
coat collar, shaking him vigorously, as if he believed by such
energetic measures he might be restored to his scanty senses.
"Come down under the Liberty Tree and you'll find out all about it. I
tell you that this sort of thing can't go on much longer. We'll rise
in our might, as Attucks says; that's what we'll do, and I'll help in
the rising!"
"Instead of continuing such ridiculous threats as you have been making
since the funeral, suppose you tell us what happened this afternoon to
put you in such a state of excitement. Has some other Britisher
refused to pay your master's bill?"
"This is a matter which the people of Boston must take up, and that's
exactly what they will do?" Hardy cried, stammering in his eagerness
to relate the exciting news. "This forenoon one of the 'bloody backs'
was down by your father's ropewalk,[D] and got into a little trouble
with one of the workmen. Nothing would do but that they must fight it
out, and the redcoat got a beating."
"Well?" Amos asked, placidly, as Hardy paused for breath.
"Well, and what does the Britisher do, but walk straight up to
Murray's Barracks,[E] get a crowd of his chums, and go back to Gray's
place, where they pounded five or six of the rope-makers almost to
death. While you fellows have been sitting here idle, people who have
more love for their country are gathering under the Liberty Tree, and
if you go there now you'll hear what is to be done."
Jim looked at Amos as if to ask whether he believed all the barber's
apprentice had told them, and the latter replied by an incredulous
shake of the head, as he said:
"We'll go down to Liberty Hall; but I don't think the inhabitants of
Boston are nearly as much excited as Hardy believes. He and that
mulatto friend of his, I reckon, are the only ones representing the
people in this case."
"Come with me, and you will soon see who is doing the representing,"
Hardy cried, angrily. "You fellows don't know everything, even though
you think you do."
"We have never made claim to such distinction, nor do we believe we
are expected to drive the redcoats out of Boston. But if the city is
in such a turmoil as you would have us think, why are you here,
instead of at Liberty Hall?"
"I have been there since an hour before noon, and only left when I had
to go for something to eat. Now I am on my way back."
"We'll go with you," and Amos began to believe that perhaps there was
more truth in Hardy's story than he had previously been willing to
admit. "Have you abandoned Master Piemont entirely?" he asked, as the
three went into the street.
"I may go back there when the Britishers are driven away; but it ain't
likely I shall much before then. When there's work like this to be
done, you'll find me with those who love their country."
"And that is brawling on the waterside, I suppose?"
Hardy was about to make an angry reply, when a throng of men and boys
were seen marching in something approaching military precision up Corn
Hill, shouting from time to time:
"Drive the rascals out! Down with the 'bloody backs!'"
Now there could no longer be any question in the minds of Jim and Amos
but that Hardy's story was more nearly true than was at first
believed, and immediately they began to share his excitement.
"Perhaps you think now that I'm the only one who is stirred up, eh?"
the barber's apprentice asked, triumphantly. "This crowd is going to
Liberty Hall. When you get there you'll find more than a thousand, all
shouting the same thing."
That which caused Amos and Jim more surprise than anything else, was
the fact that not a soldier could be seen upon the streets. Ordinarily
one could not walk through Corn Hill without meeting many privates, as
well as officers, lounging on the sidewalk.
That the citizens were deeply excited over what had occurred, both the
boys understood as they continued on toward the common meeting-place;
but they had no idea how deeply the populace were moved, until arriving
within sight of the Liberty Tree, where they saw the ground immediately
beneath its broad limbs literally packed with human beings.
The gathering in front of Master Theophilus Lillie's shop had been as
nothing compared with this.
There the throng had been composed chiefly of boys, but here men were
gathered, and Amos had a better idea of the gravity of the situation
when he recognised on the outskirts of the crowd reputable merchants,
whom he knew could not be easily induced to lend countenance to
anything which did not really affect the welfare of the Colony.
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Forcing their way here and there among the excited multitude, where were
a dozen speakers, each haranguing those nearest him, the boys learned
that the determination of the citizens was that the soldiers should be
forced to leave the city, and that the affray between the military and
the rope-makers was but an incident which had brought about the
uprising at this particular time, rather than something to be avenged.
They also heard that the mob had assembled near the barracks early in
the afternoon for the evident purpose of taking up the quarrel of the
workmen, but had been dispersed by the troops.
It was also reported that the commanding officer of the Twenty-ninth
Regiment had made formal complaint to Lieutenant-Governor Hutchinson,
not only of the insults which his men had received at the rope-walk,
but from the citizens at different times.
"They take possession of the city against our expressed will, and now
complain because they are not treated politely!" one of the speakers
cried. "Their ideas of gentle breeding are so different from ours that
the only amends we can make for our rudeness is to give them an emphatic
invitation to go elsewhere in search of people who love redcoats."
"Down with the 'bloody backs'! Drive them out! They have no business
here!" the crowd shouted, and for a moment Amos and Jim believed a
desperate conflict was near at hand.
The more violent of the speakers were followed by merchants who
deprecated any hasty movement, and in a short time that which had been
almost an ungovernable mob was rapidly becoming an assemblage of
earnest, thinking citizens, desirous of doing in a crisis that which
would best and most effectually right the wrongs under which they were
suffering.
"This is a work which cannot be done in a day," a venerable looking
gentleman said, when some on the outskirts of the crowd demanded to be
led to the barracks. "What is begun now must be finished. To make the
demand that the British soldiers leave the city, and not enforce it,
would be far worse than to remain silent. Much time may be needed."
"We have all there is. No other work shall be done until this job is
finished!" one of the company cried.
"Then set about it methodically," the orator continued. "To-day is
Friday, and in an hour it will be ended. If we begin on Saturday, we may
be tempted to desecrate the Sabbath; therefore, as good citizens, I pray
that you will first consider your duty to your God, and not forget to
keep holy His day. The soldiers will be here on Monday. Let us begin our
work then, and finish it before the following Saturday night."
There was something in this suggestion which pleased the throng
wonderfully well. The idea of remaining inactive forty-eight hours
rather than take the chances of desecrating the Sabbath pleased them,
because it savoured of more serious purpose than if they had begun
hurriedly, without preparation, like an unreasoning mob, to open the
struggle.
There were a few, however, who raised their voices against this delay,
and Amos whispered to Jim, as a particularly shrill cry was heard now
and then demanding that something be done immediately:
"That is Hardy Baker! He believes that he has brought all this about,
and if it should be that the soldiers are driven from the city, he
will claim the whole credit."
"This will be more serious than warning Master Lillie, terrible as was
the result there. What shall we do, Amos?"
"Follow these gentlemen, of course," and Amos pointed to several
well-known citizens, who were standing near by. "We cannot do anything
wrong by acting with them; but I question much if the morrow will pass
without serious brawls, for Hardy Baker and those with whom he is
associated are ripe for mischief, regardless of the justice of their
cause."
"But can we, unarmed, drive the soldiers out of the city?"
"When such a man as Master Samuel Adams declares they must go, and is
backed by these good citizens here, Governor Hutchinson and General
Gage must listen to the voice of the people. Come over this way; Hardy
and Attucks are moving toward us, and I don't care to be seen in their
company."
Amos had not observed the barber's apprentice soon enough to escape
him, for, before he and Jim had taken a dozen steps toward hiding
themselves among the throng, Hardy Baker shouted, shrilly:
"Hold on, boys! We want to talk with you!"
Jim would have continued on, regardless of the command, but that his
companion said, in a whisper:
"We may as well wait and hear what he has to say, otherwise he will
follow wherever we go."
"I want you fellows to come with Attucks and me," the barber's
apprentice said, in a peremptory tone.
"Why should we?" Amos asked, sharply.
"Because there is work for all hands, and you must do your share."
"And since when has Master Piemont's apprentice had the right to
command us to come here or go there?"
"Your high and mighty airs don't count for much with me, Amos
Richardson. If my uncle had been the one who murdered Chris Snyder, I
should try to do everything in my power to show I didn't side with
informers and those who are ready to kiss the feet of the 'bloody
backs'!"
Amos's face was almost livid in its paleness, as he stepped quickly
forward and seized by the collar the apprentice, who, in his alarm,
attempted to seek refuge behind the mulatto.
"If you ever so much as mention my uncle to me again, Hardy Baker,
there will be serious trouble for you, and neither the 'bloody backs'
nor those who love liberty will interfere between us."
Then Amos, shaking Master Piemont's assistant much as a terrier shakes
a rat, released his hold, and, as he walked away with his arm in
Jim's, he heard Hardy cry, threateningly:
"Before this trouble is ended, you shall see what I can do!"
"It is such fellows as he who will bring discredit on the cause of
liberty," Jim whispered. "You must be careful from this out, Amos, or
that braggart will make good his threat."
[Footnote D: John Gray's ropewalk was situated near the present Post
Office Square.]
[Footnote E: Near the former site of Brattle Street Church.]