The
street he now took was, at this point, so extremely winding that, for the most part, it received no benefit from the flares at either corner, so that he was forced practically to grope his way in the dense shadows of the arcade.
The vintner and Mr Haredale, unable to sit quietly listening to the noise without seeing what went on, had climbed to the roof of the house, and hiding behind a stack of chimneys, were looking cautiously down into the
street, almost hoping that after so many repulses the rioters would be foiled, when a great shout proclaimed that a parry were coming round the other way; and the dismal jingling of those accursed fetters warned them next moment that they too were led by Hugh.
His room was an attic and as he thrust his head out, up and down the
street there were a dozen echoes to the noise of his window sash, and heads in every kind of night disarray appeared.
The next morning the two boys went together to State
Street and stood on the very spot where the first blood of the Revolution had been shed.
When eighty years had passed, he walked once more in King
Street. Five years later, in the twilight of an April morning, he stood on the green, beside the meeting-house, at Lexington, where now the obelisk of granite, with a slab of slate inlaid, commemorates the first fallen of the Revolutions.
Up Pine
street, from the railroad yards, was coming a rush of railroad police and Pinkertons, firing as they ran.
Whether it divined that it was being driven toward the lake, or whether it was merely a blind squirm of the monster, I do not know; but at any rate the mob took a cross
street to the west, turned down the next
street, and came back upon its track, heading south toward the great ghetto.
The narrow
streets swarmed like a hive with men and women in strange Oriental costumes, and our small donkeys knocked them right and left as we plowed through them, urged on by the merciless donkey-boys.
The
street cars and railways had ceased; the telephone service was out of gear and only worked intermittently.
When the
streets were slippery with frost or snow that was the worst of all for us horses.
He invaded the turmoil and tumble of the down-town
streets and learned to breathe maledictory defiance at the police who occasionally used to climb up, drag him from his perch and beat him.
The dead have not that look--it partly restored me, and turning my head backward, I saw the smooth white expanse of sidewalk, unbroken from
street to
street.
