The Revolutionary Paul Revere
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“Quick in the saddle and fast out of town.” Watch one of America’s most remarkable heroes come alive through fast-paced prose and gripping storytelling.
He’s Famous for his Ride. He’s Essential for So Much More.
The story of Paul Revere is the story of the American Revolution.
Always smack dab in the thick of things, he was an ordinary citizen living in extraordinarily turbulent times. Revere played key roles in colonial tax fights and riots, the infamous Boston Massacre, the Tea Party, the Battle of Lexington and Concord, and even the rati?cation of the U.S. Constitution. In this fast-paced, dramatic account, Paul Revere’s life pulses with energy as author Joel J. Miller explores his family and church life along with his revolutionary contribution as a spy, entrepreneur, express rider, freemason, and commercial visionary.
“The story of Paul Revere—a hero of Massachusetts, a hero of America—was never more timely. Nor has it ever been better told than by Joel J. Miller. The Revolutionary Paul Revere gallops along with all the drama and intrigue of a great novel, highlighting what makes Revere so essential in the story of America’s founding and its growth as a force for freedom in the world. This is a vibrant, vital, and wonderful story.”
?WILLIAM J. BENNETT, Author, America: The Last Best Hope and A Century Turns
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The Revolutionary Paul Revere - Joel J. Miller
© 2010 by Joel J. Miller
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Miller, Joel, 1975–
The revolutionary Paul Revere / Joel J. Miller.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-1-59555-074-3
1. Revere, Paul, 1735–1818. 2. Massachusetts—History—Revolution, 1775–1783. 3. Statesmen—Massachusetts—Biography. 4. Lexington, Battle of, Lexington, Mass., 1775. 5. United States—History—Revolution, 1775–1783—Biography. 6. Massachusetts—Biography. I. Title.
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For Megan, Fionn,
and Felicity
7_0006_001What, then, is the American, this new man?
—J. HECTOR ST. JOHN DE CRÈVECOEUR¹
Paul Revere embodied the new order.
—STEPHEN L. LONGENECKER²
Contents
Prologue
CHAPTER 1 Arrivals
CHAPTER 2 Ascent
CHAPTER 3 Moxie
CHAPTER 4 Foes
CHAPTER 5 Friends
CHAPTER 6 Grudges
CHAPTER 7 Pox
CHAPTER 8 Riots
CHAPTER 9 Parties
CHAPTER 10 Boycotts
CHAPTER 11 Showdown
CHAPTER 12 Skirmishes
CHAPTER 13 Massacre
CHAPTER 14 Ebb
CHAPTER 15 Flow
CHAPTER 16 Express
CHAPTER 17 Ride!
CHAPTER 18 Betrayal
CHAPTER 19 Waiting
CHAPTER 20 Penobscot
CHAPTER 21 Founding
CHAPTER 22 Departures
Appendix
Notes
Thanks
The Author
Index
images/abc.jpgPrologue
Paul Revere sat down at his desk. He readied a quill, opened an ink bottle, and spread several sheets of paper before him. He was an old man now, gray-haired and wrinkled, but his eyes were bright. Those brilliant brown gems gleamed as intensely as they did when he was young. Back then his hair was dark enough to match, worn long, and tied back in a queue. Now it was cut short and hung loose about his collar. Young or old, he was always a stocky man, thick in the chest and shoulders, his rugged hands used to long days firing furnaces, hammering billets of silver, and wielding cold chisels and etching needles. Now those sturdy and calloused fingers took up his pen.
He wrote to Rev. Jeremy Belknap, a local minister, historian, and the secretary of the Massachusetts Historical Society. Dear Sir,
he started, each stroke and cross of his quill making a light scratching sound on the surface of the paper. Having a little leisure, I wish to fullfill my promise, of giving you some facts, and Anecdotes, prior to the Battle of Lexington, which I do not remember to have seen in any history of the American Revolution.
¹ Belknap and his associates at the society desired to gather and preserve as many historical records as possible. Revere’s story fit the bill perfectly.
It was now 1797, more than two decades after those events, and they were still firebrand fresh in his mind, such as the time when he rode to New York, freighted with news about the Boston Tea Party, or to Philadelphia with copies of the Suffolk Resolves tucked in his leather saddlebags. Others were fresher still.
He wrote about the time when he and several other artisans and mechanics formed a spy ring for the purpose of watching the Movements of the British Soldiers, and gaining every intelegence of the movements of the Tories.
He told Belknap how they would take turns, two and two, to Watch the Soldiers, By patroling the Streets all night.
Bad luck for the patriots; they weren’t the only spies. Revere told Belknap about a traitor who exposed all their secrets to the British general and royal governor, Thomas Gage.
Revere’s pen swept across the page, describing one scene after another (all with the idiosyncratic spelling and punctuation common to the time). Central to the whole story was the night of 18 April 1775. As he penned it, redcoats mustered, and Paul’s friend, the patriot leader Joseph Warren beged that I would imediately Set off for Lexington, where Messrs. Hancock and Adams were, and that it was thought they were the objets.
He wrote about how he set a signal in North Church steeple, rowed across the Charles River, borrowed a horse, and charged across Charlestown Neck toward Lexington; how he ran into a British patrol, evaded capture, and alarmed almost every House, till I got to Lexington,
where he alerted John Hancock and Samuel Adams to the approaching danger.
He told about how he met up with one rider, then another, and how the three of them set off to spread the alarm to Concord, a town just up the road, where colonists kept a vast store of gunpowder and arms.
Paul never made it. As he told Belknap, a redcoat patrol ambushed them. The patrol nabbed Revere, and an officer clapped his pistol to my head, called me by name, and told me he . . . would blow my brains out.
After some questioning, Paul and the soldiers heard a volley fired, coming from Lexington. It spooked the redcoats. The militia was out. The soldiers took Paul’s horse, let him go, and bolted away into the dark. The moon threw a pale light on the wet ground, and Revere was able to make his way by its cast. He stumbled through the headstones of a graveyard and some pastures until he came again into Lexington.
After Paul’s arrival, Adams and Hancock decided to leave Lexington for Woburn, a nearby village, far enough away from the imminent trouble. Paul joined them, saw that they arrived safely, and then made his way back to Lexington in the early morning hours. Once back, he walked toward Buckman Tavern and a Man on a full gallop . . . told us the Troops were coming up the Rocks.
Another rider confirmed it. The bristling tips of British gun barrels would pierce the horizon in any minute. The militiamen readied themselves. The fight was upon them.
Paul’s account was exactly what Belknap wanted to hear and would undoubtedly make a superb addition to the society’s collection.
But there was so much more to the story.
CHAPTER 1
Arrivals
In which the forebears of our hero trade the trials and hardships of the Old World for the uncertainties and hopes of the New, starting our story rolling in the boisterous town of Boston, in the British colony of Massachusetts.
This land grows weary of its inhabitants." That’s what John Winthrop thought of his home. ¹ England was too small, geographically, theologically, politically, and economically. He couldn’t stand the cramp, and the feeling was mutual: England couldn’t stand him. Winthrop was a Puritan and ran afoul of the Act of Uniformity, which outlawed doctrinal squabbles (something at which the Puritans excelled) in the Anglican Church.
It came to this: Winthrop, a onetime government lawyer, needed new digs, preferably where he could structure a little government of his own. So in 1630 he gained control of the Massachusetts Bay Company and led a pack of Puritans to America. Picture Moses leaving Egypt with the children of Israel, except in this case the promised land was the wilderness.
The plan was to settle in Salem. Some Pilgrims were already there, and Winthrop figured they could farm alongside. But that plan was hatched several thousand miles away, and when Winthrop and company actually arrived, they realized that clearing the dense woodland was too big a chore. They could hunt the game-thick forest, but they were largely inexperienced, and Winthrop was a klutz with a gun. As a young man, he gave up hunting because I have gotten . . . nothing at all towards my cost and labor,
a roundabout way of admitting that he was a lousy shot.² So, down with Salem.
After further scouting the New England coast, Winthrop decided on the peninsula of Trimountain, as the earliest English settlers first called Boston.³ It had ample room at seven hundred square acres, good drinking water, and breathtaking landscape. The best feature? The mile-long muddy finger that gripped the mainland. Boston Neck doesn’t exist today as it did then. In the seventeenth century, before the hills were leveled into the bay to expand the land mass, the slender sinew was narrow enough to keep enemies out (or inhabitants bottled in, as the British army would later discover).⁴
The Puritans had their base of operation; now they had to operate. England might have grown weary of its inhabitants, but fledgling colonies needed to create businesses profitable enough to survive in their new homes and enrich underwriters and benefactors in their old. Fattening British purses was a colony’s reason for existence—so much so that colonies were often called plantations.
⁵ Production was the whole point.
Virginia had tobacco.
New York had furs.
And Boston had the sacred cod.
⁶
It’s an apt adjective. The fish is one of the earliest Christian symbols, so it makes a providential sort of sense that Winthrop and his Puritans bettered themselves through the burgeoning industry. He didn’t have the foresight to keep up his hunting practice as a lad, but he was smart enough to bring shipbuilders with him to the New World.
As one observation had it, [T]he Puritans took to sea with such vigor that . . . their commerce smelled as strongly of fish as their theology did of brimstone.
⁷ By 1640, Massachusetts exported three hundred thousand dried and salted cod, the very foundation for Boston’s future wealth and status.⁸
By the time Paul Revere’s father, Apollos Rivoire, hit shore in 1716, the settlement had grown from a bedraggled band barely fit to occupy the dirt under their feet to a bustling and prosperous seaside city of nearly fifteen thousand inhabitants, bursting with as many opportunities as people. No mistaking it: Boston was an unweary place.
English Puritans were not alone in the world. A like-minded group, the Huguenots, lived in the predominantly Catholic France. But just as England wearied of its inhabitants, France tired of its Huguenots—to the point of persecution. Fearing trouble, Isaac Rivoire baptized newborn son Apollos in secret in 1702 because the law forbade Protestant rites.
Huguenots dodged trouble in three ways; they pho-nied up an allegiance to Rome, kept a low profile, or took off. Isaac opted for one of the first two. He owned land near the wine-rich region of Bordeaux and remained there the rest of his life. But he chose option three for Apollos. Sending the boy away must have been hard, though not as difficult as watching authorities seize the child should they suspect Isaac of teaching him Protestant doctrines. So in November 1715, thirteen-year-old Apollos boarded a boat for the English Channel Island of Guernsey. His uncle Simon previously fled there and now arranged for Apollos’s passage from Guernsey to Boston.⁹
If young Apollos’s trip was typical, then the journey was probably rough. Food stores, often insufficient, just as often went bad. Stormy winter waves endangered anyone above decks. Most passengers trekked it below in the ill-lit, damp interior, the ship throbbing and undulating with the nauseating swell of the sea. Cramped quarters, poor food, and stale air meant that voyagers often took sick. Days and weeks passed, and the voyage seemed interminable.
Then land. Lumpen masses rose from the sea. Hazy coastline sharpened and firmed against the horizon. Smells of earth and vegetation blew from shore as the ship approached. Threading narrow Nantasket Channel, the vessel glided past Castle Island on the right. On the left, Governour’s Island and then little Bird Island. Steering clear of the shallow Dorchester Flats, the ship washed into a welcoming wharf and disgorged its cargo as excited passengers bounded ashore. All but Apollos, whose family indentured the boy to pay for his apprenticeship to goldsmith John Coney. Apollos could no more do as he pleased than could one of the slaves attending the brocaded merchants by the docks.
Indenture ensured long-term care and safety. Apprentices were guaranteed humane treatment, room, board, and education. But for this moment, while he waited for the captain to transfer him to his new master, Apollos was also guaranteed the dehumanized status of a living, breathing transaction waiting for paperwork and fulfillment.
7_0020_001View of Boston’s harbors.
Library of Congress.
Commerce was everything. Boston’s fortunes were built on cod, but trade follows trade. For that John Winthrop could have hardly picked a better spot. Boston was well sheltered and closer to England than any other American port. The shoreline sprouted an ever-growing tangle of wharves, docks, and shipyards, all sprawling over the water’s edge as if the peninsula were pulsing and alive.
Trimountain was nothing like the calm, rolling hills of Bordeaux. Likely both anxious and fearful, Apollos took in the display around him. The skyline jagged in its hectic array of rooflines, bristling with church steeples and glinting weather vanes. Wharves spiked with ship masts. Merchants, sailors, and artisans scurrying along wooden planks and muddy streets, in and out of warehouses, counting houses, shops, inns, taverns, and coffeehouses, hasty with errands and missions. Shipwrights and joiners bending to their tasks, maintaining the fleets of vessels that brought textiles from England, sugar from the Caribbean, wine from the Canaries, tea from Holland, and slaves from Africa. Within earshot there were the clink-clinking of hammers, the ringing and clanging of bells, the haggling of shopkeeps, the shouting of tradesmen, the cursing of seamen, the barking of seals, the cawing of gulls. Maritime smells suffused the air: salty breezes, hot tar, wood smoke, breweries, rum distilleries, soap boilers, whaleworks, and of course, fish, particularly cod—caked with salt and drying in the sun, ready to make its way back to the ports and markets of England and Europe, possibly even Rochelle, the port from which Apollos forever departed his home only months before.¹⁰
A long shot from the serene vineyards of home—stretching before him now was the turbulent preurban tussle of Boston and the vast expanse of America.
CHAPTER 2
Ascent
In which the father of our hero, Apollos Rivoire, comes into his own, and changes the family name before buying his freedom, marrying a good Yankee girl of hardy stock, and then bringing little Paul into a world beset by economic troubles.
For all the freshness and novelty of America, some things didn’t change. As apprentice and master, Apollos and Coney commenced a relationship unaltered since the Middle Ages. Apollos had to learn, serve, submit, and not embarrass or harm Coney by thieving, whoring, gambling, or boozing. He was, as the standard contract language had it, to behave himself as a faithful apprentice ought.
Meanwhile, Coney’s job was to provide sufficient meat, drink, apparel, lodging and washing befitting an apprentice
and to use the utmost of his endeavor
to teach his trade or mystery.
¹
It was a lucky stroke for Apollos that New England boasted some of the finest goldsmiths in the colonies, and Coney was one of the best. There were around five hundred working in America then, some good, some bad. Apollos might have been apprenticed to a hack and been degraded day and night. Benjamin Franklin, just a few years Apollos’s junior, was indentured to his abusive brother, a Boston printer. Ben split for Philadelphia rather than buckle under. Many apprentices beat town, just as many masters beat the stragglers into submission. Things weren’t so bad for Apollos.
Coney showed Apollos the tools and techniques of the trade: how to melt silver coinage and recast it as salver, tankard, or bowl; how to beat an ingot of silver into a large sheet; how to raise a disc of flattened silver into a teapot; how to engrave everything from porringers to printing plates.
Apollos spoke no English but picked up his new tongue with his craft. He proved a quick study, capable, industrious, and worked hard to apply himself. In time he turned an ample income, enough by 1729 to purchase a copy of The Life of the Very Reverend and Learned Cotton Mather, evidence of decent finances, religious devotion, and adequate command of the language. So thoroughly anglicized was Apollos by this point that he called himself Paul
and changed his last name Rivoire
to Revere.
His son, our story’s Paul Revere, said he made the switch because the Bumpkins pronounce it easier.
² At least he hadn’t lost that native French charm. To avoid confusion I’ll use the old name, but the change is significant. While some things remained the same continent to continent, other things changed dramatically. Out of the persecutions and struggles of the Old World, Apollos emerged a new man in a New World, so self-possessed he rechristened himself with a name of his own invention.³
Apollos never finished his apprenticeship under Coney. In 1722, the old man died. Coney’s widow could now sell his indenture, and with the death of her husband, she might well need the cash. Facing several additional years of uncertain servitude, Apollos pulled together the funds and bought his own contract.
Freedom.
No longer the captive boy on the dock, he could now do as he pleased.⁴
Deborah Hitchborn, as it happened, pleased him right down to the ground. Apprentices took up with the boss’s daughters often enough, and Coney had a handful within easy reach. But convenience isn’t everything, and Apollos cast his gaze in a different direction. Deborah lived next door.
Puritans were supposed to hold two competing values in tension: diligence in worldly business, and yet deadness to the world.
That’s from the pen of Puritan divine John Cotton.⁵ The Hitchborn family was expert in the former even if members sometimes flagged in the latter. Thomas, the paterfamilias, built and repaired ships, operated a tavern, and owned Hitchborn Wharf, a mansion, and several other properties. He was not unique. Since hitting the New England dirt, succeeding generations of Hitchborns and their in-laws commonly hiked further up the ladder of success and status. Even the rowdy ones like Thomas Dexter, an infamous scofflaw whose only known hobbies were cheating Indians and offending magistrates, made their ascent rung by rung.⁶
Coney’s neighbor Deborah saw Apollos trying the same hand-over-fist climb. Now he was finally in business for himself. She could do worse for a husband. The couple married 19 June 1729, when he was twenty-seven and she was twenty-five.⁷
The newlyweds kept climbing. Within a year of marrying, they announced in The Weekly News Letter their move from Capt Pitt’s, at the Town Dock, to the North End over against Col Hutchinson’s.
⁸
Their new neighbor, the Colonel, was one of Boston’s leading citizens, a merchant who weathered the hazardous waves of oceangoing commerce and came out ahead more times than not. Pilasters and a cupola adorned his brickwork manse.
Fenced and girt with gardens, the estate counted fruit trees and coach houses among its rare features.⁹
The Reveres moved next door with big hopes. The North End was a cramped and cockeyed place where wealthy merchants and common artisans shared scarce space, and proximity promised business. It was handy for a goldsmith to have wealthy merchants