The Boston Tea Party; by Jenny

 ”Paul Paul!” my wife yelled as she came running into my silversmith shop.

 ”What! What is it?”

  ”Did you see what the British sent?”  She asked in a way that didn’t sound so good.

 ”No what is it?” I said anxiously.

   ”Its our tea and they raised the tax again.” Running outside, I saw a big crowd gathered around three ships in the Boston Harbor. Everybody in the town know the tax on the tea was very high.

 Jumping up and down angrily a man yelled. ”I’m tired of paying this ridiculous amount just for tea. I only buy a little amount for me and my wife and its probably the same amount that a family of seven would have to pay.”

 ” I say we don’t pay it.” A voice boomed from the crowd.

 ”YEAH!” everyone replied.  Me and the Sons of Liberty agreed not to pay it but we also decided do something with the tea to show the British that they can’t make us pay for it.We painted our faces dressed as Indians and went out late that night. To do something that everyone would remember.

  ”Men! This task might take all night. But I know we can do it.”  I said before we went to work.

  Standing there on one of the three ships watching, listing I was ready for anything to happen. It felt like the ship was mine. Our other twenty-five armed men axed open the tea chests and dumped then into the harbor. We worked and worked so very hard. The men had sweat dripping from there head down there faces slowly around there chin and down there neck more and more came as the night went on. I could see on there faces that they were forcing themselves to keep going even tho there were tired, hungry and their arms must have hurt from all that axing.

 ” It’s overflowing theirs to much tea in the harbor someone do something before it gets out of hand.”  Someone yelled from one of the ships.  A couple of men quickly shovelled it back into the harbor.

 After a long time the task was finally done. I felt so much freedom for standing up for what we all believed in. I went home and replayed it all over again in my mind the smell of the harbor and tea the sound of the axes hitting the cheats and how good it felt. Everybody might not know that I was a part of it, but I do.

 

Author’s Note

      Paul Revere was born in 1743 the day and month is not known. His dad owned the silversmith shop mentioned in the beginning and Paul worked in it. When Paul’s dad died Paul was not old enough to own the shop so his mother owned it and Paul just did all the work when Paul was old enough to own it he did. Paul Revere was a great colonists he was in a group called the Sons of Liberty and he was elected Master of the St. Andrews Masonic Lodge.