ble to do so I shall seek you wherever you
may be: and now we will prepare for your going."

She kissed the tears from his face, cheered the desponding mother, and
began to select whatever would most contribute to their comfort.

* * * * *

Abraham Duncan, as he walked the streets, beheld men with haggard
faces and women wringing their hands and giving way to lamentations.
In their loyalty to the king, they never had dreamed that the
provincials could compel a disciplined army to quit the town. They had
been informed that with the opening of spring the rebels would be
scattered to the winds. In their loyalty they had organized themselves
into militia and received arms from General Howe to fight for King
George. As by a lightning flash all had been changed. Those who had
thus organized knew they would be despised by the provincials and
hardly dealt with; that houses and lands would be seized and sold to
make restitution for the burning of Charlestown and buildings torn
down in Boston. They who had lived in affluence, who had delightful
homes on the slopes of Beacon Hill, must leave them. All dear old
things must be sacrificed and family ties ruthlessly sundered. Fathers
had sons whose sympathies were with the provincials; mothers, other
than Mrs. Newville, had daughters whose true loves were marshaled
under flags floating on Dorchester Heights. Had not Colonel Henry Knox
sighted the cannon which sent the ball whirling towards the early home
of his loving wife, the home where her father and mother and sisters
were still living, which they must leave? The sword drawn on Lexington
Common was severing tender heartstrings.

There was a hurly-burly in the streets,--drums beating, soldiers
marching, a rumbling of cannon and wagons, the removal of furniture.
Eleven hundred men and women were preparing to bid farewell to their
native land and homes.

* * * * *

The final hour came. Pompey had seen the trunks and boxes safely
stowed upon the ship in which Mr. and Mrs. Newville, Nathaniel Coffin,
the king's receiver-general, and Thomas Flucker were to find passage.
With a cane to steady his tottering steps, Mr. Newville took a last
look of the home where his life had been passed; the house in which
his eyes first saw the light; where a mother, many years in her grave,
had caressed him; where a father had guided his toddling steps; the
home to which he had brought