The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-05-10
Daughters Of the
 American ReUolufion
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 ell Brooks. in the year 1920 sold hei
 homestead. on which now stands Bun'
 ker Hill monument to the City of Bos-
 ton for s5.00o. At the time of the
 battle of that name, she was little girl of seven and one half years, living
 with her parents. Richard and Parn.
 ell Boyiston in the old homestead
 residence which then stood on the very spot where the monument now, stands. She retained to the end of her days most vivid recollection of events there. especially on the day and night preceding the memorable battle. the various incidents of which she never tired of telling and retelling.
 AS nearly as can, shall give these
 little items as she used to relate them.
 For months things had been
 very unsettled. and I had
 heard much talk among my elders about oppression. tyranny and taxation. Up in the garret, hidden be- hind the big loom, were a chest of tea, a tea kettle. teacups and saucers, care fully covered with a heap of flax.
 Every afternoon my mother would re- tire to this garret with any guest she might have, to brew a cup of that for bidden beverage.
 How often have been told to stay near the door and play. but to run quickly and tell my mother if I saw anyone coming up the hill.
 For days out in the harbor mother and the servants had been watching and discussing the big ships which were anchored there. There were so many and so different from the little fishing harbor boats had been accus- toned to see there.
 l was too young to fully understand what 1t all meant. but had a vague idea that something awful was going to happen.
 The day before the battle. June Is. we children. my brother Richard. sis- ter Ann and myself, had been playing Tn the newly gathered hay. which the farm hands had left in little cocks ready for carting to the barn.
 My father returning for midday dln- ner, looked very serious. and we thought him exceedingly cross for up every particle of the hay into cocks again mmediately.
 At dinner there was much talk of war and the British and the ships were watched closer than ever. they seemed now to be teeming with constantly moving red coated men. At supper the family talked with bated breath. and afterwards father went back to the village which mother did not seem to like him to do. and was very unusual to him. we were not put to bed at the usual time. They seemed to forget us, and we huddled around mother as she talked anxious1y with neighbors who had called to see father.
 At 10 o'clock when father returned he said orders had been issued to Col- onel Prescott to fortify Bunker Hill, as every evidence showed the British were intending to land. Our callers departed. and we retired.
 It must have been nearly midnight. when the whole household was arous- ed by a terrible knocking at our doors and the trampling of horses on the yard. Father hastily throwing up the window demanded who was there. The answer was: General Putnam. Get the women and children out of the fortifying the hill and must have the house."
 Instantly candles were lighted and all was excitement and confusion. Some big chests were taken down from the garret. however, and clothing. sil- yer. jewelry, at hand. promiscously flung in. my father assuring us that we probably should never again look upon anything left behind.
 Horses were quickly hitched to the and others to a big farm wag- on. Mother and we children. Ann to her pet kitten. and hug. ging my dear old dog Bose, both cry ing for we knew not what, were put into the carriage. the women servants and chests into the wagon. and away we went down the hill, among hun dreds of men now moving up from ail directions.
 It was an awful experience. that of being called up in the night and hur- ried away as 1t seemed for our lives. [ shall never forget it. We were driv- en to a friends house in Roxbury.
 It is a matter of history how the farmer soldiers worked all night. using the boards from barns for stockades and barricades, and how valiantly they met the invaders of whom 1,054 were killed and wounded, against our So5; which, in fact. as is we'll known, were It not for the giving out of our ann intuition, would have resulted in the complete annihilation of the whole Brit sh force. When we returned to our ,ld home. alas. what a scene of deso- | ation and destruction was there. My 'ather's loss was very heavy, his l warehouses all sacked and burned to he ground. house furniture ruined; oarns and fences all demolished, with | III our live stock either killed or frightened away and lost. But never | mind Richardi Thank God you were | not one of the killed. The rest we ,an bear" mother used to say.
 The navy of the Revolutionary war would not be a terror in our day. 1 though they won some famous victories l with their old wooden. slow sailing | sh ips. |
 New England's hardy dwellers on he sea coast had long engaged in fish Ing on the New Foundland banks. or | n whaling on many seas. and had | pred a race of sailors.
 "The Atlantic withheld few secrets | from the bold shippers. They were | equally at home in the coastwise navi- 1 yation. reaching from Nova Scotia to | n'lorida-in deep-sea voyages to the | mother land. or on foreign shores. In | every form of naval service known to | he Revolution, Massachusetts and Con- | lecticut were to be found.
 "William Colt, native of New Lon ion, a graduate of Yale in the class of | .76l, was in the fall of 1775 made cap | ain of the sch ooner Harrison, four yuns. This was one of the vessels that | fitted out during his cam | oaign around Boston, and sent to sea | o intercept transports carrying troops | md supplies to the British army.
 "In TITS the captain of the Connecti- | ,ut brigatine Resistance was Samuel Chew. In March of that year the Re- distance had a sharp but indecisive en- ,ounter with a letter of marque of | .wenty guns. Captain Chew and his | lieutenant, George Champlin. were Eiiled.
 "only one other captain of the Con mental navy lost his life during the