I decided to run, my boots then making a dim clacking sound on the cobblestones. Wishing I had a lantern or a torch so that I could see well, (but I wasn’t about to risk the thrill of tonight’s adventure by being caught), I nearly stumbled over a loose stone. Turning onto Rose Creek Street I found that there was an astonishingly amount of people congregating toward the harbor. I assumed most everyone was as curious as me to see what was going to happen. Steadily coming to a walk, I reached over and pulled my cloak tighter around me, which had nearly flown off my shoulders when running. Why did they have to pick such a cold night? But mind you, I was no baby about cold. I was just…extra chilled from running, that’s all.
Anyway, I continued on, the crowd started growing unusually thick. It consisted of mostly men and boys, with a few women here and there. It seemed like we were just inching along, which made it feel tiring. Finally, we all reached the wharf. I quickly observed the wharf for any sign of a barrel or crate, upon which I could stand for better viewing. Not that I was particularly short. I just wanted to be able to see everything clearly. Upon finding a large barrel, I leapt on it and gazed on out to sea. There they were; three large British ships lay calmly in the water. I frowned on them. Why had they even come in the first place?
Suddenly, a hush swept over the people. All turned and to our surprise, many Indians appeared, silently squeezing their way through the mass of people. Some Indians did a whoop, but not many. The Indians made their way onto the edge of the dock, near the gang planks of the three ships. All the Indians had axes or tomahawks, paint on their face and feathers in their hair. A few of the Indians came up to one another and said some signal words, I assumed. The supposed leaders of the Indians walked toward the Captain, who was on duty that night to watch the ships. Few words were spoken before the Captain handed over some small shiny objects, I figured was the keys to the holds of the three ships. With that the Indians boarded one of the ships. I was a little surprised to see how simply the Indians just walked up to the Captain, acquired the key and then just marched onto the ship, with no resistance at all. I tried to count how many Indians there were as they walked up the gang plank, but I was unable to do so. There had to have been at least fifty men and boy Indians.
Now my perch was too low to see so I scoured around until I found a ladder with which I could easily climb upon a steep peaked roof. From there I could see that they were unloading the crates marked with the word ‘tea’ from the hold of the ship. Some Indians were using the axes to chop the crates and dump the tea overboard.
“Those British had no right to make us pay taxes on the tea,” I thought with a passion. I sure was glad they were throwing the tea overboard.
The long minutes turned into hours and finally all the three ships were rid of tea. The air smelled so good, it made my mouth water. But I wasn’t about to drink tea from those lobster backs! The joyful Indians graciously cleaned up and gave the keys back. As the Indians began to sing, while walking away, the crowd inch by inch began to disperse. It had been a wild night, yet calm at the same time. I scrambled down the ladder and started to head home just as the town clock stuck midnight. I hurried back home in the same fashion I had gone out. I reached my house and was about to run quietly around back, when a pair of firm hands grasped me on the shoulders. I felt terrified.. ahem... I mean suddenly shocked. I carefully turned around to see who this mysterious person was. My eyes met a tall and sturdy Indian man. What was the Indian man going to do to me?
I must have looked pretty scared because the man burst out laughing.
“Hahaha! Well, now, you needn’t be afraid of me, my boy!”
Taking a closer look I recognized the man’s eyes. I would have burst out laughing if it weren’t for the fact that I had been caught by the last person I wanted to see just then.
“Hello, father,” I mumbled in astonishment. Father had been in on the Indian act the whole time?!
“Well, Son, what do you think you’re doing out of the house this fine hour?” My father still grasped me by the shoulders.
“I..uh.. wanted to see what was going to happen tonight, so I crept out earlier and found a place to watch…” I felt extremely guilty as my father looked down at me.
I slowly met his eyes to see what effect my words had on him. His eyes were laughing and his face was trying to stay straight.
“Well if I had known that you wanted to see what would happen tonight, I would have had you join me as an Indian!” My father laughed out right. “Mr. Samuel Adams said we could bring sons along. I just figured my son wouldn’t be too interested to get out of bed in the middle of the night, seeing how he likes his sleep!”
I felt a huge sigh of relief coming over me. I wasn’t going to be punished! But then, I had missed out on playing an exciting part in tonight’s event all because I complain about not getting enough sleep. Let’s just say that I learned my lesson!
We walked inside and my father bid me good night, still chuckling over my astonishment at him being an Indian. In my room I undressed, laughing all the while. This had been a night to remember!