spotted Captain-Lieutenant John Goldfinch and called out, “There goes the fellow
that won’t pay my master for dressing his hair.” Goldfinch had actually paid the
bill from Garrick’s master, but this did not stop Garrick from continuing with his
abuse. Garrick then taunted Private White, who left his sentry box and put Garrick
with his (White’s) musket.
It did not take long for a crowd to form, and they all started taunting White.
Captain Thomas Preston, the O fficer of the D ay, w as unsure exactly what to do.
Initially, he had hoped that the situation would die down of its own accord. How-
ever, White had been forced by the crowd up the stairs to the Custom House and
had his back to a locked door. It was now clear that events were escalating, so
Preston sent for a noncommissioned officer, Co rporal William Wemms, and sev-
eral soldiers from the 29th Regiment of Foot, which included John Carroll, James
Hartigan, Matthew Kilroy, William McCaulay, Hugh Montgomery, and William
Warren. The men—with bayonets fixed—went out, followed by Preston and James
Basset. They were able to rescue White a t the stairs and drove back some of the
crowd. By this time, there were about 300 to 400 people in the crowd, forming a
semicircle around the soldiers. The soldiers all had their guns raised with Captain
Preston in front of them as people in the crowd shouted “fire” inciting the soldiers
to open fire.
During this, Private Hugh Montgomery was hit with a club and hit heavily.
When he had recovered his balance, he fired his gun and then shouted “Damm
you, fire,” a phrase he later admitted to one of his lawyers. After a pause, the sol-
diers started firing into the large crowd. Some remarked that the firing was a little
haphazard, and certainly the soldiers did not let off a volley in unison. Three peo-
ple were killed instantly. These were an African American sailor (possibly with
Native American ancestry) called Crispus Attucks; a rope maker called Samuel
Gray; and a mariner called James Caldwell. Samuel Maverick, aged 17, was hit
by a ricocheting bullet, and he died several hours later, early on the morning of
March 6; and Patrick Carr, aged 30 from Ireland, who made leather breeches, died
two weeks later from wounds incurred in the shooting. He made a deathbed testi-
mony to his doctor in which he said that he felt that the soldiers probably acted out
of fear for themselves.
The funerals for the first of those killed took place on March 8, with the coffins
containing the bodies of Attucks, Gray, Caldwell, and Maverick being taken on a
procession around the Liberty Tree and then to the cemetery—following the route
of that of Seider—with possibly 10,000 people turning up. Shocked by the mock
sincerity of some of the people leading the funeral, the Reverend Mather Byles
turned to a friend and remarked, “They c all me a brainless Tory, but tell me, my
young friend, which is better—to be ruled by one tyrant three thousand miles
away, or by three thousand tyrants not one mile away.”
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