near by. The row of houses looked out on a small park, with a band stand in it, and Henry thought it must be very delightful to be in the park on summer evenings and listen to the marine bands.
Once outside the gate, Henry found it was no trick at all to reach Bunker Hill Monument. That was just around the corner, as it were, up on a bit of high ground. A few minutes’ walk brought Henry to it. He found that the monument stood at the very apex of a considerable mound, that was the size of a city block or two, and was laid out very pleasingly with lawns and walks. Attractive residences faced the monument on all four sides of the square. Henry found a policeman patrolling the grounds, and the man seemed very willing to answer questions. He showed Henry where the American fortifications lay, and where the British troops swarmed the hill. A stone memorial marked one corner of the redoubt. The monument itself, which was something more than two hundred feet high, was exactly like the Washington Monument, Henry learned, for the guide told him that the Washington Monument had been modeled after it.
With interest Henry saw where the British troops had formed at the foot of Breed’s Hill and marched up to the redoubt, only to be hurled back twice by the unbearably deadly fire of the American marksmen. To be sure, the land was