now covered with solid blocks of buildings, but Henry tried to picture to himself the field as it was in 1775, with long, waving grass and a straggling stone wall behind which some of the American troops took position.
His heart was filled with emotion as he left this spot, sacred to liberty, and made his way down the hill again. His map showed him that he was not far from Faneuil Hall. He wanted to see that old building almost as much as he had wanted to see Bunker Hill. He found his way to it, and was much interested in the curious old structure.
The great market house filled an entire small block, for, from its birth, Faneuil Hall had been primarily a market. Henry walked completely around it. Dozens of market dealers in dozens of stalls offered all sorts of green food-stuffs for sale. Their wares were temptingly displayed along the sidewalk. Celery, onions, apples, potatoes, and all the various vegetables and green foods that we commonly eat were here to be found. When he entered the market house itself, he found it divided into two parts, through each of which went a long, central aisle, with stalls on each side. Meats and poultry were to be had here. It made Henry hungry to see the countless cuts of beef and veal and mutton.
A wide stairway led from the sidewalk at one