gathering crowd closed in behind them, shouting abuse. For some fifteen minutes. there was a standoff, during which the troops stood at the ready while the crowd pelted them with rocks and ice. One soldier struck by a piece of ice fell-perhaps he slipped-but in any event, he fired. His shot set off a volley and when it was all over, five Bostonians lay dead and six were wounded. In the Gazette, Sam Adams wrote about the incident with outrage, and news of the “Boston Massacre” soon spread throughout the colonies. The radical cause gained a large number of new converts.
As sympathy for the patriotic cause spread through the colonies, the next major incident occurred when the British schooner Cayce ran aground while chasing a smuggler. The ship was boarded by a party of attackers, the captain was shot in the groin, and the crew was badly beaten. Then the boarders forced the crew over the side and burned the Gaspee to the waterline. But as outrageous as this act was to the British, nothing served to ignite their feelings against the colonies as much as the Boston Tea Party.
The man behind it. once again, was Samuel Adams. The East India Company was in serious financial trouble, due in no small part to having been bled dry by agents of the Network. To rescue the company from bankruptcy. Parliament passed the Tea Act in 1773, allowing them to sell tea directly to America without first putting it on public sale in England, thereby eliminating the middlemen and allowing the tea-of which there was a surplus-to be sold more cheaply. More cheaply, in fact, then it could be bought from smugglers. And with a tax on it, as well. When the first shipment arrived in Boston, the colonists would not allow the tea to be unloaded. On December 16. 1773, one hundred and fifty members of the Sons of Liberty, posing as “Indians.” their faces blackened with burnt cork, boarded the British ships and dumped three hundred and forty-two chests of tea into the harbor. Among the “Mohawks” were Paul Revere and his apprentice, a young man named Johnny Small.
Still ahead for him lay Lexington and Concord, where he would hear “the shot heard round the world,” the bloody battle at Breed’s Hill and service with the Continental Army, which would include the near defeat at the Battle of Long Island, the brutal winter spent at Valley Forge, and, finally, the surrender of General Cornwallis after the siege at Yorktown. Eight years would pass from the shots fired at Lexington and Concord to the signing of the peace treaty in Paris in 1783. When it was all over. Capt. John Small would return to Boston as a full-grown man and settle down in Salem Street near Christ Church, where he would practice his trade as a silversmith. He would meet a pretty young woman named Anne Rafferty and marry, but though they would live a long and happy life together, the couple would not be blessed with any children. He would continue to be good friends with Paul Revere and his family until Revere’s death in May of 1818, and with a nice young couple named Jared and Sally Moffat, who were also childless, but he was never very comfortable around Sam Adams, though he never quite understood why.
He would always believe that Anne was the only woman he had ever loved, and yet sometimes, he would dream of a young woman, a blonde just like his wife, with striking features, dressed in male clothing. He would awake with vague memories of those dreams, but when he struggled to recall them, he could not summon up the face, much less the name.
Though his primary trade was as a silversmith, he would often do some gunsmithing on the side. He specialized in pistols. Sometimes, for no particular reason he could think of. he would find himself making drawings of a most peculiar-looking pistol, resembling nothing he had ever seen before, but the drawings never looked practical and something about them always filled him with a strange feeling of foreboding, so that he would crumple the drawings up and burn them, afraid that anyone should see them without really knowing why. He had one other slight idiosyncrasy in what was otherwise a perfectly normal and ordinary life. He had an unusual pet name for his wife, an eccentricity which Anne found both strange and somehow charming. He called her Andre.
