Then Mount and I went into the tavern, where half a dozen sober citizens in string-wigs sat, silently smoking clay pipes with stems full three feet long.
"Good-evening, the company!" said Mount, pleasantly.
The men repeated his salutation, and looked at us sleepily over their pipes.
"G.o.d save our country, gentlemen," said Mount, standing still in the centre of the room.
"His mercy shall endure," replied a young man, quietly removing the pipe from between his teeth. "What of the Thirteen Sisters?"
"They sew that we may reap," said Mount, slowly, and sat down, motioning me to take a chair in the circle.
The men looked at us curiously, but in silence, although their sleepy, guarded air had disappeared.
After a moment Mount asked if there was anything new.
"Yes," replied the young man who had spoken before; "the Lawyers" and Merchants" Club met at Cooper"s in Brattle Square last night to receive instructions from the Committee of Safety. I do not know what new measures have been taken, but whatever they may be we are a.s.sured that they will be accepted and imitated by every town in Ma.s.sachusetts Bay."
"Who were present?" asked Mount, curiously.
"The full committee, Jim Bowdoin, Sam Adams, John Adams, John Hanc.o.c.k, Will Phelps, Doctor Warren, and Joseph Quincy. Paul Revere called a meeting at the "Green Dragon" the same night, and the Mechanics" Club sent invitations to the North End Caucus, the South End Caucus, and the Middle District, to consider the arrival of British transports from Quebec with the Tenth and Fifty-second regiments."
"What! more troops?" exclaimed Mount, in amazement.
"How long have you been absent from Boston?" asked the young man.
"Since April," replied Mount.
"Would you care to hear a few facts that have occurred since April, gentlemen?" asked the young man, courteously including me in his invitation. Mount called the tap-boy and commanded cakes and ale for the company, with a harmless swagger; and when the tankards were brought we all drank a silent but significant toast to the dark city outside our windows.
The young man who had acted as spokesman for his company now produced a small leather book, which he said was a diary. Pipes were filled, lips wet in the tankards once more, and then the young man, who said his name was Thomas Newell, opened his little note-book and read rapidly:
_1774, May 18._--Man-o"-war _Lively_ arrived with Gen. Gage.
Town meeting called. _A._ sent Paul Revere to York and Philadelphia. _H._ very anxious.
_May 17._--Gage supersedes Hutchinson as Governor. _S. A._ has no hopes.
_June 1._--Three transports here with redcoats. _Thirteen Sisters_ notified.
_June 14._--The Fourth Regiment (King"s Own) landed at the Long Wharf and marched to the Common. No riot.
_June 15, A.M._--Stores on Long Wharf closed. Forty-third Regiment landed. We are already surrounded by a fleet and army, the harbour is shut, all navigation forbidden, not a sail to be seen except war-ships.
_July 1._--Admiral Graves arrived with fleet from London, also transports with Fifth and Thirty-eighth Regiments.
_July 2._--Artillery landed with eight bra.s.s cannon. Camped on Common. _S. A._ notified _Thirteen Sisters_.
_July 4._--Thirty-eighth Regiment landed at Hanc.o.c.k"s Wharf, with a company of artillery, great quant.i.ty of ordnance, stores, etc., three companies of the Royal Irish Regiment, called the Eighteenth Foot, and the whole of the Forty-seventh Regiment. Also bringing news that the Tenth and Fifty-second Regiments would arrive in a few days! _S. A._ sent riders to York and Philadelphia. Much hunger in town.
Many young children dying.
Newell paused, glanced over the pages again, then shut the little book and placed it in his breast-pocket.
Mount sat grim and silent, twisting the scarlet thrums on his sleeves; the others, with painful, abstracted faces, stared at vacancy through the mounting smoke from their long clay pipes.
Presently the landlord came in, glanced silently around, saluted Mount with a quiet bow, paid his respects to me in a similar manner, and whispered that we might sup at our pleasure in the "Square Room"
above.
So, with a salute to the company, we rose and left the tap-room to the silent smokers of the long pipes.
The so-called "Square Room" of the "Wild Goose Tavern" was a low, wainscoted chamber, set with small deep windows. It was an ancient room, built in the fashion of a hundred years ago, more heavily wrought than we build in these days; and although the floor-beams had settled in places, and the flooring sagged and rose in little hillocks, yet the place suggested great solidity and strength. Nor was it to be wondered at, for this portion of the tavern had at one time been a detached block-house pierced for musketry, and the long loopholes were still there above the wainscoting.
Spite of its age and fortified allure, the "Square Room" was cheerful under its candle-light and illuminated sconces. Rows of framed pictures hung along the walls, the subjects representing coaching scenes in England and also many beautiful scenes from the sporting life of country gentlemen.
Relics of the hunting field also adorned the walls, trophies of fox-masks, with brush and pads, groups of hunting-horns, whips, and spurs, with here and there an ancient matchlock set on the wall, flanked by duelling-pistols, powder-horns, and Scottish dirks.
The furniture was of light oak, yet very clumsy and old-fashioned, being worn shiny like polished Chinese carvings. Pipe-racks of oak were screwed into the wainscoting under long shelves, well stored with pewters, gla.s.s tankards, punch-bowls, and tobacco-jars.
There were a few small square tables scattered along the walls, but the centre of the room was taken up with a long table, some three dozen chairs placed, and as many covers spread for guests.
To this long, tenantless table our host conducted us, seating us with a silent civility most noteworthy, and in sharp contrast to the majority of landlords, who do sicken their guests with obsequious babble.
"Well, Clay," said Mount, hitching his heavy chair closer to the white cloth, "I left brother Jim in good spirits at Pitt."
The landlord bowed, and seemed gratified to hear it.
"You should know," said Mount, turning to me, "that our host is Barclay Rolfe, brother to Jim Rolfe, of the "Virginia Arms" in Fort Pitt." And to the landlord he said, "Mr. Cardigan, late ward of Sir William Johnson, but one of us."
"I owe your brother much," said I, "more than a bill for a chaise and four. Possibly you have heard from him concerning that same chaise?"
"I have heard through Saul Shemuel," he said, gravely. "I guess my brother was tickled to death to help you out of that pickle, Mr.
Cardigan."
"He shall not lose by it either," said I. "My solicitor, Peter Weaver, of Albany, has sent your brother full recompense for the carriage and animals."
The elder Rolfe thanked me very simply, then excused himself to go to the kitchen where our dinner should now be ready.
It was truly a n.o.ble dinner of samp soup, roast pork, beans, a boiled cod, most toothsome and sweetly salt, and a great wild goose, roasted brown, with onion and sage dressing, and an aroma which filled the room like heavenly incense.
With this we drank October ale, touching neither Madeira nor sherry, though both were recommended us; but I wished not to mix draughts to set that latent deviltry a-brewing in Jack Mount, so refused all save ale for himself and for me, though I allowed him a hot bowl with his hazel nuts.
We now withdrew to one of the small tables in a corner of the room, a servant bringing thither our nuts and hot bowls, and also some writing materials for me.
These I prepared to use at once, pushing the nut-sh.e.l.ls clear, and seized the pen to cramp it in my fist and set to work, tongue-moistening my determined lips:
"OCTOBER 28, 1774.
"THOS. FOXCROFT, Esquire, "Solicitor, Queen Street, "Boston.
"MY DEAR SIR,--At what hour this evening will it prove convenient for you to receive the undersigned upon affairs of the utmost urgency and grave moment concerning Miss Warren whose interests I believe you represent?