The Midnight Ride

"The Midnight Ride" by James Baldwin is a poetic exploration of race, identity, and the American experience through the lens of Baldwin's incisive prose. The narrative follows a journey that intertwines personal and collective histories, examining the complexities of love, struggle, and resilience in a society marked by division. With Baldwin's characteristic eloquence and depth, the book challenges readers to reflect on the ongoing impact of social injustices and the quest for belonging and understanding in a fragmented world.

• Short story

								
    Listen, my children, and you shall hear
    Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
                  Longfellow.

The midnight ride of Paul Revere happened a long time ago when this
country was ruled by the king of England.

There were thousands of English soldiers in Boston. The king had sent
them there to make the people obey his unjust laws. These soldiers
guarded the streets of the town; they would not let any one go out or
come in without their leave.

The people did not like this. They said, "We have a right to be free
men, but the king treats us as slaves. He makes us pay taxes and gives
us nothing in return. He sends soldiers among us to take away our
liberty."

The whole country was stirred up. Brave men left their homes and
hurried toward Boston.

They said, "We do not wish to fight against the king, but we are free
men, and he must not send soldiers to oppress us. If the people of
Boston must fight for their liberty, we will help them."
These men were not afraid of the king's soldiers. Some of them camped
in Charlestown, [Footnote: Charles'town.] a village near Boston. From
the hills of Charlestown they could watch and see what the king's
soldiers were doing.

They wished to be ready to defend themselves, if the soldiers should
try to do them harm. For this reason they had bought some powder and
stored it at Concord,[Footnote: Concord (pro. kong'krd).] nearly
twenty miles away.

When the king's soldiers heard about this powder, they made up their
minds to go out and get it for themselves.

Among the watchers at Charlestown was a brave young man named Paul
Revere. He was ready to serve his country in any way that he could.

One day a friend of his who lived in Boston came to see him. He came
very quietly and secretly, to escape the soldiers.

"I have something to tell you," he said. "Some of the king's soldiers
are going to Concord to get the powder that is there. They are getting
ready to start this very night."

"Indeed!" said Paul Revere. "They shall get no powder, if I can help
it. I will stir up all the farmers between here and Concord, and those
fellows will have a hot time of it. But you must help me."

"I will do all that I can," said his friend.

"Well, then," said Paul Revere, "you must go back to Boston and watch.
Watch, and as soon as the soldiers are ready to start, hang a lantern
in the tower of the old North Church. If they are to cross the river,
hang two. I will be here, ready. As soon as I see the light, I will
mount my horse and ride out to give the alarm."

And so it was done.

When night came, Paul Revere was at the riverside with his horse. He
looked over toward Boston. He knew where the old North Church stood,
but he could not see much in the darkness.

Hour after hour he stood and watched. The town seemed very still; but
now and then he could hear the beating of a drum or the shouting of
some soldier.

The moon rose, and by its light he could see the dim form of the church
tower, far away. He heard the clock strike ten. He waited and watched.

The clock struck eleven. He was beginning to feel tired. Perhaps the
soldiers had given up their plan.

He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him;
but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he
knew was the old North Church.

All at once a light flashed out from the tower. "Ah! there it is!" he
cried. The soldiers had started.

He spoke to his horse. He put his foot in the stirrup. He was ready
to mount.

Then another light flashed clear and bright by the side of the first
one. The soldiers would cross the river.

Paul Revere sprang into the saddle. Like a bird let loose, his horse
leaped forward. Away they went.

Away they went through the village street and out upon the country
road. "Up! up!" shouted Paul Revere. "The soldiers are coming! Up! up!
and defend yourselves!"

The cry awoke the farmers; they sprang from their beds and looked out.
They could not see the speeding horse, but they heard the clatter of
its hoofs far down the road, and they understood the cry, "Up! up! and
defend yourselves!"

"It is the alarm! The redcoats are coming," they said to each other.
Then they took their guns, their axes, anything they could find, and
hurried out.

So, through the night, Paul Revere rode toward Concord. At every
farmhouse and every village he repeated his call.

The alarm quickly spread. Guns were fired. Bells were rung. The people
for miles around were roused as though a fire were raging.

The king's soldiers were surprised to find everybody awake along the
road. They were angry because their plans had been discovered.

When they reached Concord, they burned the courthouse there.

At Lexington, not far from Concord, there was a sharp fight in which
several men were killed. This, in history, is called the Battle of
Lexington. It was the beginning of the war called the Revolutionary
War. But the king's soldiers did not find the gunpowder. They were
glad enough to march back without it. All along the road the farmers
were waiting for them. It seemed as if every man in the country was
after them. And they did not feel themselves safe until they were once
more in Boston.
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