“Certainly,” replied Kinnison.  “Now, that I’ve got into the thing, I wouldn’t mind telling you the whole war—­but Concord will do for the present.  Well, after a hard run, we reached Concord, and found the minute-men collecting from all quarters, and under the command of Colonel James Barrett.  The women and children were hard at work removing the stores to a wood a considerable distance off.  We joined Captain Williams, and told him there had been a skrimmage at Lexington, and that Sam was wounded.  Colonel Barrett collected all the minute-men about the place, and drew ’em up in two battalions, on the hill in the centre of Concord.  We had hardly formed, when we saw the red-coats coming up only about a quarter of a mile off.  Our officers held a short council.  Some were for making a bold stand where we were; but the greater number said it would be best to retreat till we were reinforced.  Accordingly, the back-out advice was adopted, and we retreated over the North Bridge, about a mile from the common.  I saw the royals come up and enter Concord in two divisions.  Soon after, some of their companies took possession of the bridges, while the others hunted the stores.  About sixty barrels of flour were broken open, a large quantity of cannon-balls thrown into the wells, the liberty-pole cut down, and the court-house set on fire.  But the greater part of the stores were saved.  In the meantime, the minute-men had come in from Acton, Carlisle, Weston, Littleton, and all around, and our force swelled to about four hundred men.  I tell you, when the men saw the houses in Concord burning, they got a leetle excited—­they did.  Adjutant Hosmer made a speech to them, and they wanted to go right down and attack the red-coats at the North Bridge.  Our company was very anxious to go, and it was settled that the attack should be made.  Major John Buttrick took command, and ordered us to follow.  There was about three hundred of us, the Acton company, under Captain Isaac Davis, taking the lead.  We marched in double file, with trailed arms.  I felt anxious to have a good fire at the rascals.  They were on the west side of the river; but when they saw us coming, they crossed over and commenced pulling up the planks of the bridge.  Major Buttrick called out to them to quit, and told us to hurry on to save the bridge.  The red-coats formed for action, and, when we were near the bridge, fired a few shots at us.  Captain Davis and Adjutant Hosmer were killed, and one Acton man wounded.  Davis and Hosmer were both brave men, and they died like heroes.  Seeing these men fall, Major Buttrick called out, ‘Fire, for God’s sake, men, fire!’ and we did pour a volley into the redcoats.  I brought down one man, and he never got up again.  We were getting ready to give them another, when the cowards retreated.  We found three of the enemy had been killed, and the Acton company took several of the wounded prisoners.  I saw a mere boy, with a hatchet in his hand, run up to a Britisher who wasn’t quite dead, and kill him with one blow.  That I didn’t like, though the boy’s spirit and courage pleased me.”