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Paul knows something is going on at the docks. He only knows it has something to do with the ships and his brother.


Submitted:Dec 27, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


The Indians Attack

The clammy streets of Boston were crowded on an evening in December 1773. Fog filled the air. Eleven-year-old Joseph was on a mission. As he cut through the alleys, he smelled the foul odor of sewage, which filled the gutters. His daring and rebellious brother, Lawrence, who had just recently joined the esteemed Patriots, told him to be there at the docks after the winter sun had set. All that inquisitive Joseph knew was that it had something to do with three ships at the wharf. He presumed that it had to do with the revolt against the King of England. Since the ships were near, he could smell the pungent tea that filled them. Quickly, the docks came into view. Waves rolled onto the beach, churning the rocks as they passed over them. He rapidly sprang up and down like a spring, impatiently waiting the impending affair. He soon became transfixed with the vibrant sunset.

Before he had left, Joseph's father had mentioned to him what was happening to the indignant colonists. All the colonists were refusing to buy the unfairly taxed succulent tea, which England was selling them. The colonists told England to take the tea back to where it came from, but the Governor of Boston wouldn't allow the ships to go back to England. Powerfully, he commanded that they would be unloaded on the 16th of December. That was this evening.

The crowd of people rippled. Amid the crowd, one hundred people dressed like Indians sliced through them. Soot covered their faces. Blue and red paint striped the filth. Their axes glistened in the dazzling moonlight. Then Paul, who quickly realized that these people were the Patriots, stood with his mouth ajar. Lawrence was among them. The homely Indians boarded the huge ships. For a time, everything went silent on the ships. The crowd stilled in the uncanny silence. Paul pushed his way to the front of the crowd to get a better look. Suddenly, with all the vigor they could muster, the Patriots swung their axes. A loud chopping sound resounded through the cool evening. What were they doing? That was what everyone in the crowd was thinking. Two of the Patriots carried a barrel to the edge of the ship. They tossed it over the edge. The contents of it spilled into the sea. They were dumping the tea! Cheers rung out in the night and the crowd started reciting, "Unite Indians! Fetch your axes! Tell King George we will pay no more taxes!" Paul understood this, and thought King George would get the message.





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