[27] According to Lossing, the British lost sixty-five killed, one hundred and eighty wounded, and twenty-eight prisoners; the Americans fifty-nine killed, thirty-one wounded, and fifty missing.—See _Lossing’s Pict. Field Book_, vol. 1, p. 530. “The loss of the British in killed, wounded, and missing was two hundred and seventy-three.... Forty-nine Americans were killed, thirty-nine wounded, and five missing.”—_Bancroft’s U. S._, vol. vii., ch. 28, p. 309. [28] “The guns of the ships of war ... saved them ... while they were ferried across Charles River.”—_Idem._ [29] Mrs. Moulton extinguished the fire at the Concord court-house.—_Lossing’s Pict. Field Book_, vol. i., p. 526. [30] “Heedless of his own danger, Samuel Adams ... exclaimed: ‘Oh! what a glorious morning is this!’ for he saw that his country’s independence was ... hastening on.”—_Bancroft’s U. S._, vol. vii., ch. 27, p. 296. “Adams and Hancock, whose proscription had already been divulged ... were compelled by persuasion to retire toward Woburn.”—_Idem_, p. 292. ETHAN ALLEN. TICONDEROGA, MAY 10, 1775. The bell that rang at Lexington Had call’d our men to arms; And but their wives and children now Were home to work the farms. But soon, like words men whisper forth Near foes who plot their death, From farm to farm bad news was borne On hush’d and trembling breath. “Fill’d full of ‘red-coats,’[1] Boston seem’d,” They said, “a wounded prey That yet drank in fresh draughts of blood[1] From fleets that fill’d the bay; “To check their march, like mushrooms grew Our earthworks, night by night; But, if attack’d, our men would not Have arms with which to fight.”[2] At Hartford our Assembly met,[3] And heard this; nor in vain. It sent men off to seize what fill’d The fort on Lake Champlain. These pass’d to Pittsfield,[4] there were join’d By Easton, Brown, and more; Then on to Bennington,[5] and there Could muster full twoscore. Too few were they to brave a fort Well mann’d at every gun; Yet those who slight the light of stars But seldom see their sun. The sun that dawn’d before them here, And brought them help indeed, Was Ethan Allen’s[5] blade, that flash’d His mountain troops to lead. And thick as rills that rift in spring Each bond the sun destroys, Came pouring over all those hills His grand Green Mountain Boys. Two hundred[6] hardy men they were As ever mountains rear’d; They fought with bears and frost at home, And naught abroad they fear’d. Erelong, a shout went ringing out; For all had made their choice, And all had chosen Allen chief; And “Forward!” call’d his voice.[7] But one who heard his order, spurr’d His charger from the rear, And cried: “In me your leader see,[8] For Cambridge sent me here.”