The Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1931-1952, 1931-03-05
Crispus Attacks In
u. S. Revolution
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ton-town was greatly excited.
I'VE are Englishmen-not slaves
nor convicts." they said. 1--WE will
have no soldiers here"
But their protests were unheeded.
The soldiers remained CHARTERED in
their barracks. The Fifteenth and
Twenty regiments had landed
on Long Wharf October /, 1868.
They had marched through the town
with bayonets fixed. colors flying
and drums beating; they had encamp-
ed on the Common, then gone into
quarters, and there they had stayed,
despite protest and petition. But I
must say that the boys of Boston
made their lives burden.
"Hey, Holsters! bloody backs"
they would call out after them when
ever, in the streets of the crooked
little town they encountered the red
coated soldiers of the king. The
floating, restless. lawless portion of
the population aided and abetted the
boys; and the uuarrels and scraps"
as the street boys of today would
cali them. became frequent.
One dav small boy named Christ
opher Snider was having lots of fun
in n crowd that he'd "boycotted" The
ophilus Lilies store because Mr..
lille had sold certain English goods
that the Boston patriots" had
pledged themselves to do without.
One of Mr.. Lilies friends. named
Ebenezer Richardson. had tried to
carry off the wooden image. which
had been put up in front of Lilies
store to mark the boycott" but the
crowd caught him of it and drove
him off: end Just then was when
Young Christopher Srider was having
good time there never was a
s~all bov that did not like to push
his way into a crowd and veil
But Ebenezer Richardson was
thrown into 4 rage bv his defeat and
he tsunts of the crowd. and pulling
out his pistol he fired etraight at his
torr'entors. 1t wos fatal shot for
II killed Young CHRISTOPHER Snider.
Boston-town was Mortified An inno-
'art child had been killed because of
nriti@h tvrannv. thov said Christie
pher Snider was called martvre and
"oston rave him one Of the "randest
funerals boy ever had. The bells
tolled: thirteen hundred citizens
turned out to do hi~ honor, and five
hundred school children walked in
procession pc escort and beavers.
Then. while passion was high and
aner" words came readily. hovs and
workingmen rot into stick fight
with some soldiers off duty. One how
we don't rnallv know his name but
t might easily have been ono of the
Young mavericks from Noodles Is
land. now East Boston-was knocked
over in the fracas. He made the
"oet Of his fall. He aud his friends
followed rfter the soldiers as thew
marched from the barracks on Brat
tie Street to the main guard horse
on Rir~ Street-'ust oppOsi'e the
south door of WHIT is now the Old
State House at the head of State
Street.
"Ah ha, lobrter backs! lobster
hacksW shouted the bows. and not a
few of the men added and abetted
them in their taunts AND ieers.
Get off! Be off! Wen clear n
lane thropoh you il Won don't" some
of the soldiers cried. lowering their
guns; whereupon the bows only
"sanced them" all the harder.
An officer ordered the soldiers into
the guardhouse. and shut the rates
hut the crowd continued to veil and
, threaten and some one set the alarm
bell ringing. That brought out more
curiositv-seekers and crowd-lovers tc
see what was the mntter. and pradu.
, ally the crowd surged IN Cornhill ant
down a"ain to the main guardhoust
in King fnow State) Street.
"rhcre's their nestl drive EN-
out" thew shouted. On the north
side of the street, on the corner of
Exchange lane stood the custom
house. It was evening; a light snow.
, fall whitened the ground; new
moon was in the sky. A sentry stood
in front of the custom house. Down
the street came the crowd.
Hi. say" cried the Maverick hoy.
excitedly, that's the lobster-there
, BY the custom house! He's the one
that struck me. Sammy He knocked
me down with the butt end of his
"'nsket. What you going to do about
it,"
No big brother thus appealed to
ever hesitated. Samuel Maverick
took up his small brothers quarrel!
"Hey vou~ challenged Sam to the
sentry. "whv don't you take one of
your size? Come down here, you lob
ster and have it out Ike a man."
"Knock him down. Kill himr
cried the crowd. in sympathy.
Hi! Sammy! look out, the lob
ster's going to fire. the Maverick
bow cried, pulling at his big brother.
Don't YOU trv that one" shouted
young Henry Knox, a booksellers
clerk, and later, a famous American
general, shaking a wavering finger at
the sentry. 'If you fire you'll die for
it,"
Il don't care" said the sentry at
bay. eff they touch me III shoot
EN-
The boys danced and capered in
derision before the sentry Then they
scooped up the light snow and began
to pepper the poor fellow with snow
balls.
Hoo. hoo! lobster. lobster, bloody
back" they cried out
Something harder than SNOWFALL
struck the sentry. He began to feel
that il was an uneuunl fiobt