Chapter ONE - Weebly

provincial government were housed. It was a grand
brick building with a soaring steeple and striking statues:
a lion on one side of the gable, and a unicorn on the
other. These figures framed the building’s clock and the
carved façade in which it was fixed. In front of the
building, a pile of ash and the charred ends of wooden
beams marked the spot where the bonfire had been lit.
Following Queen Street west from the site of the
fire, Ethan soon came to William Story’s home, which
had been ill treated the night before. Windows had been
broken, shattered furniture lay in the yard and the street,
and the gardens and walkways around the house were
littered with torn and partially burned papers. A small
crowd had gathered in the street in front of the house to
gawk, and several more people wandered through
Story’s yard, picking through ruined furniture and
personal effects as if they lived there.
William Story meant nothing to Ethan, but still Ethan
was tempted to demand that these people leave the
man’s home alone. He had no authority, of course, and
he doubted that anyone would listen to him. But not for
the first time, he wondered if Boston wouldn’t be better