On the evening of March the fifth I had heard shouting on the streets and the ringing of church bells around nine o´clock. So I went outside onto the snowy streets of Boston to find the boys and men of the town throwing snowballs and pebbles at a British solider who was standing guard of the custom house. Some of the Bostonians that were yelling at the guard were carrying clubs. Though the clubs were meant to beat rope had I been the guard I would be mighty frightened. The colonists had every reason to resent the guard. This guard, amongst others, had been sent from England to patrol the streets. The standing army that the king has sent to protect us has done nothing except instill fear. Within a few moments more people began throwing things