The Young Continentals at Bunker Hill — A Closer Reading
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e fairly smooth road which they were on, and a narrow, rutted wagonway.
“I’ll take this,” said Ezra, pointing toward the latter; “there seem to be quite a number of farmhouses over there beyond that rise, if we can judge by the smoke. You hold to the highroad and don’t miss a single man or boy.”
“Trust me for that,” said Ben. “But,” complainingly, “you always pick the hardest things to do for yourself. Molly is just as fresh as that beast of yours. And then she’s lighter and can pick her way along that broken road like a cat.”
Ezra laughed; and there was a look of appreciation in his eyes as he slapped his friend upon the back.
“Ben,” exclaimed he, “you’re the greatest fellow I ever knew! You always think your share of the work the easiest, no matter what it is. If General Ward had an army of fellows like you before Boston, Gage would not be able to hold the town for a week.”
Far away, against the horizon line, a spire arose from amidst a clump of dwellings.
“I will meet you there as soon after dark as I can,” continued Ezra, his outstretched finger indicating the tower. “If there is an inn wait for me there.”
After a few words more, Ezra urged the reluctant bay into the much cut wagon road; Ben, upon the soft-stepping roan, went loping easily down the highroad, his usually laughing face grave as became a rider with an urgent mission to perform.
Ezra Prentiss after a time dismounted and led his steed by the bridle.
“Mr. Paul Revere used to say a horse well looked after always finished earlier in the day,” said he to himself with a smile. “And I guess it’s true. At any rate, old fellow,” to the bay, “the going is too hard for a rider here; so I’ll try walking for a little, anyway.”
In a field he saw two men working with teams of oxen. He waited at a fence corner until one of them had completed his furrow.
“Good-day, neighbor,” called the boy.
“Good-day,” returned the farmer.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and approached Ezra, glad of an excuse for a moment’s rest from his toil.
“Riding from Boston way?” he inquired eagerly.
“I left Cambridge a few days ago,” replied Ezra.
As he spoke the lad drew out one of the sheets from his saddle pocket and unfolded it. It was covered with an announcement in heavy, bold-faced type.
“This,” said the boy, “is issued by the Massachusetts Committee of Safety, and riders have been sent out in every direction to deliver them to the towns and people round-about.”
The farmer took the circular and began an earnest study of its appeal. The other man, seeing that something unusual was going forward, halted his team and also approached. Leaning over the shoulder of the first, he, too, read the earnest lines.
“You have heard long since what has been done,” said Ezra, soberly, when the two had finished and stood silently gazing at him. “We have struck the first real blow against the oppressors of the colonies. But what was done at Lexington and Concord is only a beginning.”
“A beginning!” said the first man, in surprise.
“Do you really mean to say that Dr. Warren and those others actually intend to go further in the matter?” exclaimed the second.
“They must,” said Ezra. The two before him had weak, wavering faces and thin, light-colored hair; from the close resemblance they bore each other, he judged they must be brothers. “To get any result from the first blow, a second must be struck,” he went on. “There would have been no use in making a beginning if an ending were not also made.”
“England is a powerful nation,” said the first man. “Eh, Josiah?”
“Mighty powerful,” agreed the other, “and so is the King and Parliament.”
“If the people of the colonies remain united and if every man does his full duty, the power of England, her King and Parliament, will be as that,” and the boy snapped his fingers. “This circular calls for the towns to encourage the enlistment of men in the colonial army, as you have seen. It tells you that every moment is precious. A day’s delay may mean the loss of all; it may bring slavery upon you.” He was quoting the document.
But the two men shook their heads. Indecision and fear of the situation were plain in their faces.
“We’ve just lately taken this farm,” said the one called Josiah, “and we’ve counted on this season’s yield to help pay for it. We can’t go into the army.”
John T. McIntyre opens The Young Continentals at Bunker Hill with a chapter title that signals both mystery and method: “How Ezra Prentiss Heard of a Stranger.” The phrasing is deliberate—not “met” but “heard of,” placing the reader at one remove from the action and establishing a pattern of indirect revelation that runs through the novel. Throughout the excerpts, McIntyre relies on reported intelligence, overheard conversations, and delayed disclosures to advance the plot. Ezra learns of British movements through gossip and official dispatches; his own identity is a secret he must guard. This layered approach to information creates a texture of uncertainty that mirrors the historical siege of Boston, where rumor and reconnaissance were as crucial as muskets.
Sensory Details and the Rhythm of Tension
McIntyre builds suspense not through dramatic action alone but through careful modulation of sensory detail. When describing the British troops in Boston, he writes that “their drums seemed to beat more briskly; their fifes to squeal more shrilly.” The word “seemed” is telling—it filters the observation through Ezra’s perception, reminding the reader that this is a subjective account. The verbs “beat” and “squeal” are chosen for their sharp, percussive quality, and the comparative adverbs “more briskly” and “more shrilly” create a sense of escalating pressure. Later, the description of General Gage’s headquarters as “a stately room filled with morning sunshine, and furnished after the stiff fashion of that day” contrasts the formal, orderly British world with the chaotic, improvised colonial effort. McIntyre uses such contrasts to underscore the ideological divide without stating it directly.
Dialogue as a Vehicle for Character and Information
The dialogue in these excerpts serves a dual function: it conveys necessary plot information and reveals character through idiom and tone. Major Buckstone’s speech is blunt and military: “Hah! here is a communication just come to me regarding you, young sir.” The exclamation “Hah!” and the formal address “young sir” establish him as a bluff, no-nonsense officer. Gilbert Scarlett, the soldier of fortune, speaks in aphoristic, almost theatrical phrases: “Something is in the air. Within an hour you will be much wiser than you are now at this moment.” His language is more florid than Buckstone’s, hinting at a worldly, perhaps unreliable, nature. Ezra’s internal monologue, rendered in indirect discourse, reveals his moral struggle: “He was a lad who was frankness itself and one who detested methods that smacked of trickery.” The phrase “smacked of trickery” is colloquial and slightly old-fashioned, fitting the period and Ezra’s youthful earnestness.
The Weight of Names and Titles
McIntyre uses names and titles as markers of identity and allegiance. Ezra Prentiss is forced to answer to his brother’s name, George, a deception that “was a bitter thing” for him. The author emphasizes the psychological cost: “There was not a moment of his stay in Boston, during this period, or a time that he answered to his brother’s name, that his honesty and shame did not urge him to proclaim himself.” The repetition of “not a moment” and “or a time” underscores the constant pressure. Similarly, the British general is identified not by name but as “a striking-looking officer, attired in the brilliant uniform of a British general.” The adjective “brilliant” suggests both visual brightness and the perceived superiority of the British forces. The old merchant Seth Prentiss is referred to as “the old merchant” and “your grandfather,” emphasizing his role within the family and the community rather than his individual character.
Chapter Titles as Narrative Signposts
The chapter titles in The Young Continentals at Bunker Hill are unusually elaborate, often running to a dozen words or more: “Shows How Ezra Met with Gilbert Scarlett, Soldier of Fortune” or “Tells How Ezra Entered the House of Abdallah.” This style, common in eighteenth- and nineteenth-century fiction, serves several purposes. It provides a summary of the chapter’s content, allowing readers to anticipate the action. It also creates a sense of episodic adventure, each chapter a self-contained unit with a clear beginning and end. The titles often include verbs of action and discovery—“hears,” “meets,” “enters,” “tells”—which reinforce the novel’s focus on movement and revelation. The phrase “Soldier of Fortune” in the second chapter title immediately marks Scarlett as a type, a wandering adventurer, and sets up expectations for his role in the story. McIntyre uses these titles to guide reader attention and to build a rhythm of anticipation and payoff.
Readers attentive to McIntyre’s craft will notice how he balances historical exposition with personal drama, using Ezra’s internal conflict as a lens through which to view the larger revolutionary struggle. The novel rewards close attention to its verbal textures—the choice of a single adjective, the rhythm of a sentence, the weight of a name. These details, rather than the broad sweep of battle, give the story its particular flavor and make it more than a simple adventure tale.
Sometimes the smallest details linger—like how McIntyre’s focus on a drumbeat’s echo in The Young Continentals at Bunker Hill quietly deepened a boy’s fear. That same gentle layering of moment against feeling stayed with me reading Dan Carter and the Cub Honor — Background and Themes, where a quiet choice of words softens even a simple tug-of-war into something remembered. It’s a nice comfort, that kind of closeness.
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