“Do so now, then, if you dare!” 
“I dare!” 
The revolutionists and soldiers now began to fight; clubs, 
pans, stones, pots, irons, all were thrown among the soldiers; 
men and women fired guns, being infuriated, being greedy 
dogs for their prey, such being the instinct of a revolution. 
Attucks cut, fired at, knocked - Heard pushed through the sol- 
diers, like a madman, leading the citizens into the midst of a 
real fight, a hard struggle. Snow-balls, with stones in them, 
were thrown by the girls. Here Kilroi, he who would not 
pay the poor barber, fired at Samuel Gray, the friend of At- 
tucks, and killed him; others fell, some being dead, many 
wounded. Attucks hit Preston, the captain of the twenty- 
ninth regiment, on the head with a stick, knocked a soldier 
down with his fist, knocked another to one side with his foot, 
and rushed further into the crowd, rushing to his death with 
shouts of come on, come on, until finally Preston shot him 
dead, he, Crispus Attucks, the first hero of the Boston Mas- 
sacre. 
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