The meeting over, Jack and Solomon went on by stage to Boston for a look at the big city.
They arrived there on the fifth of March a little after dark. The moon was shining. A snow flurry had whitened the streets. The air was still and cold. They had their suppers at The Ship and Anchor. While they were eating they heard that a company of British soldiers who were encamped near the Presbyterian Meeting-House had beaten their drums on Sunday so that no worshiper could hear the preaching.
"And the worst of it is we are compelled to furnish them food and quarters while they insult and annoy us," said a minister who sat at the table.