fighting. Hence, as they went on, passing through various 
Streets, now and then being made fun of by the soldiers, the 
crowd became enlarged, becoming a regiment, an army, a 
little nation. Here the soldiers became afraid to bother them 
as they passed, for they were too great in number, too power- 
ful in revolutionary implements, having all the signs of vic- 
tory. Thus, they finally reached King Street. : 
Being enthusiastic, the boys whistled through their fingers, 
huzzaed, beat cans, and made funny gesticulations at the 
soldiers, 
while the women and girls snapped their fingers and 
laughed, the men sharing in said doings. This caused many 
of the soldiers to become enraged, making them passionate 
for an affray. On the other hand, some of the soldiers began 
to curse, act roughly, do everything that they could do in 
order to provoke a fight. Hereupon Crispus Attucks com- 
manded his army to stop, then said: 
“Come on, you cowardly rascals, you bloody backs, lobsters, 
scoundrels, and lay your guns aside and we are ready for youl” 
“Shut up, you damn Mulatto!” said Montgomery. 
“I will keep my mouth closed if you give me peace, justice, 
and a bit of liberty, sir.” 
“You, an ex-slave, one with black bloo 
be given peace, justice, liberty by me! 
good-for-nothing, Negroid scoundrel!” 
._ I do not expect you to respect the white blood that flows 
in my veins, for you are not low, a rascal, but the devil him- 
self, Furthermore, I am not asking for my own justice, but 
for every man, woman, boy, and girl whom you see standing 
before you—white, yellow, and black.” 
“Why do you fight for a white man when he is envious of 
you doing so, why do you fight for a black man when he hates 
you? » answer me, you ignorant Mulatto fool!” 
“Sir, I respect you, though you are my enemy, the enemy of 
the people. Contrariwise, I fight for white men, women, boys, 
and girls because I know that all white persons are not bad, 
that some of them love me; 
) I fight for black men, women, 
boys, and girls because I also know that they do have a little 
love in their hearts, even if it is for the black blood that runs 
in my veins.” 
“So you are a philosopher?” 
“No, sir.” 
“A thinker?” 
“What kind?” 
“Revolutionary.” 
“Well, then, revolute if you dare!” 
“I have always responded to a dare.” 
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