Rush Revere and the American Revolution

by Rush Limbaugh

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  Shining the light on history

  To the men and women of our great American Armed Forces—thank you for your sacrifice and commitment to our freedom.

  Written by an exceptional young American, Aynsley P.

  Foreword

  We are fortunate to live in the greatest country on earth. The United States of America is truly the land of the free and the home of the brave. America is an inspiration, a dream for people all over the world.

  But how did America happen, how did it come to be? Why are we free?

  I often think about these questions and how simply amazing it was that a small group of Patriots could develop a contagious plan that would rally those with the early American spirit to stand up and fight for their independence from Great Britain.

  Early Patriot heroes, like Paul Revere and George Washington, were courageous and daring and willing to fight for a cause that was far bigger than themselves. They advanced the mission of the original Pilgrims, who voyaged across rough waters in pursuit of freedom and brought to life a yearning of people since the beginning of time.

  Despite the very long odds and being underdogs from the beginning, the American Patriots did not give up. They unified, stood back up every time they were knocked down, and maintained an unwavering belief in God.

  Today, we have Patriots serving in our country and around the world as members of our armed forces. We are eternally grateful to these men and women and their families who put their lives on the line every single day to maintain the culture and freedoms that those who came before us worked so valiantly to achieve.

  Sit back and get ready to explore this incredible period in history! Rush Revere and his lovable sidekick Liberty are ready to take you on an adventure to meet the American underdogs!

  Prologue

  What are we looking for, again?” asked Liberty as we walked along the dark cobblestone street.

  “We wouldn’t be looking for anything if you had time-jumped to the right location,” I said while forcing a smile.

  Don’t get me wrong, I felt truly fortunate to have a special horse like Liberty. However, tonight his time-jumping skills were a little off. I stopped walking and glanced around the unfamiliar street, trying to decipher if we were heading north or south. I sighed, took off my hat, and ran my fingers through my hair. I looked up and marveled at the midnight sky filled with billions of stars.

  As I tried to find the North Star and get my bearings, I had the strange sensation that we were being watched. I heard something behind us and quickly turned in the direction we had come. “Did you hear something?” I asked.

  “If you mean my stomach, yes,” Liberty replied.

  I pushed the feeling aside and continued walking up the street.

  Liberty clarified: “Just for the record, I heard you say, Boston, the Old South Church, April 18, 1775, 9:30 P.M. So that’s where I jumped to.”

  “So is that why we’re now walking to the Old North Church?” I asked. “And through a very dark part of Boston, I might add. It’s a good thing I didn’t say we’re going to the North Pole, because you might have heard the South Pole instead, and that would’ve been an even farther walk.”

  I know it was a simple mistake on Liberty’s part but I had planned to meet Robert Newman, a Patriot and caretaker of the Old North Church, tonight at approximately ten o’clock. Hopefully we hadn’t missed him.

  “I’m just saying I heard you say Old South Church,” Liberty said. “Maybe you were thinking north but you accidentally said south. It’s like asking you to please pass the salt, when I really meant for you to pass the pepper.”

  “You don’t even like pepper,” I reminded him. “Remember, pepper makes you sneeze.”

  “Oh boy, you shouldn’t have made me think of pepper, because now I feel like I have to sneeze.” Liberty twitched his nose back and forth and shook his head.

  “I didn’t make you think of pepper. You’re the one who first mentioned pepper.”

  Liberty sniffed, closed his eyes, and shook his head, but it was too late. Like a shotgun full of snot, Liberty blasted, “Ahhchooooooooo!”

  The sound echoed off the brick buildings and down the cobblestone street.

  I turned to Liberty and said, “Bless you.” Out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw a dark shadow crossing to our side of the street. “There!” I turned and pointed. By the time Liberty turned around, the shadow had dissolved into a sea of black.

  “Somebody’s a little jumpy tonight,” Liberty said.

  Was I seeing things? Maybe the sights and sounds of eighteenth-century Boston were playing tricks on me. “Seriously, I think we’re being followed.”

  “Are you trying to spook me?” Liberty asked suspiciously.

  Without answering, I reached over to his saddlebag and grabbed my pepper spray.

  “Did you just pull out the pepper spray?” Liberty inquired.

  “I’m just being cautious,” I stated.

  “Pepper spray!” Liberty said. “You keep making me think of pepper! Sheesh! You’re worse than allergy season!”

  “Want a Dr Pepper?” I winked. I couldn’t help myself.

  Liberty sneezed two more times.

  “History is waiting,” I said. “We need to hurry.”

  A whole twenty seconds passed before Liberty asked, “What was I talking about before I sneezed? Oh yes, the Old South Church.”

  I groaned. “Ugh, I told you we’re going to the Old North Church. They’re both in Boston but they’re two different buildings.” I took out my smartphone and pushed the icon for the compass app, but I forgot there weren’t any satellites in the eighteenth century. “Rats! No service. Let’s just keep walking.”

  “Geez, somebody’s grumpy! Actually, somebody’s Mr. Grumpy-pants!” Liberty said.

  “If I’m grumpy, it’s because we’re late and we’re lost and—”

  “And I think that really tall pointy steeple is what we’ve been looking for,” said Liberty.

  I turned to see where Liberty was looking, and sure enough, the silhouette of a steeple loomed just across the street. “That’s it,” I cheered. “The Old North Church.” It was an impressive brick building with a majestic white steeple that rose up into the night sky like an angel raising its sword for battle.

  As I turned back to Liberty, my smile quickly faded as I saw the shadow of a man in the near distance by a large oak tree. “There!” I pointed. “See him by the tree to the far left?”

  Liberty turned and looked where I was pointing. The shadow man just stood there, watching us. Liberty inched backward to stand behind me and said, “Uh, that’s creepy. Why is he staring at us?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “But there’s one way to find out.” I leapt up onto Liberty’s saddle and spurred him forward.

  As we bolted toward our watcher in the woods, Liberty said, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

  More trees came into view as we raced closer. “Which tree did you see him behind?” Liberty asked.

  “I thought you knew where he was,” I replied. The shadow figure seemed to disappear into the night.

  Suddenly, a voice called from the shadows near the church. “Mr. Revere,” the voice said. “Over here.” The stranger, who looked to be in his early twenties, stepped out from the shadows
but did not speak.

  “Robert Newman?” I whispered as we walked to where the man stood.

  “Yes, good evening sir,” Newman replied, waiting for me to speak.

  “Thank you for meeting me, Robert,” I said. “Paul Revere asked that I meet you here to help you and the Sons of Liberty. I will assist you in any way I can tonight. Have you brought the lanterns?”

  “Yes, sir, I hid the lanterns in—”

  Just then two branches crackled, sounding as if someone was walking closely near by.

  “Let’s be careful,” I said, “someone might hear us. The King’s spies are everywhere. And the Redcoats are out tonight. They patrol the streets and could pass the church at any moment.”

  “My apologies, you are right,” whispered Newman. “I hid the lanterns in a closet inside the church. The other Patriots will meet us there to help put them in place.”

  “Well done,” I said softly. “Paul will be proud.”

  “Yes, he told me earlier this evening that General Gage will secretly send the Regulars from Boston tonight to capture Patriots Samuel Adams and John Hancock in Lexington,” Newman said as we stood in the darkness. Of course, I knew that when Newman said Regulars he meant regular British soldiers, the King’s professional army who wore the bright red coats.

  If the British army could capture these two American leaders it would be a real blow to the Revolution, I thought to myself.

  “We must warn our fellow Patriots across the river in Charlestown. Even now they are watching the tower of the Old North Church for our signal. We decided that if the King’s army left Boston by land to invade our other towns we would light one lantern as the sign. But if we discovered his army was leaving Boston by sea, crossing the Charles River, we would light two lanterns,” Newman said.

  I smiled and said, “One if by land, two if by sea.”

  “Correct,” he answered.

  “Come, Mr. Revere,” said Newman. “I can get us into the church.”

  We walked briskly to the front of the Old North Church. The light flickering from a nearby lamppost cast our ghostly shadows upon the white wooden doors. Newman looked left and right as if expecting to see someone.

  Newman quickly slipped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a large metal key that he inserted into a thin metal hole below the door handle. A loud click sounded as he turned the key. He leaned into the door and it slowly swung open. Newman entered first.

  I turned to Liberty and whispered, “You’ll need to stay out here. Try to warn us if there’s trouble.”

  “You got it, Captain,” Liberty said confidently. “Going into stealth mode in three, two, one.” Liberty took a deep breath and disappeared into thin air. His supernatural talents amazed me.

  I took one last glance toward the street before entering the church. Did I see a shadow figure move behind a tree? Was it one of the King’s spies? It was too dark to tell. I quickly slipped into the church and shut the heavy door.

  “Allow me to lock the door behind us; the other Patriots are already inside,” Newman said. This time the click of the lock echoed inside the large chapel.

  “I’m afraid I can’t see anything,” I said.

  “I will return in a moment, after I retrieve the lanterns and candles,” Newman said.

  I stood in the drafty, dark room and listened to boots walking across the floor. A door creaked open and I heard the soft click of metal against metal. Before long, Newman’s footfalls returned.

  “Take my arm and I will lead you to the stairwell,” said Newman. “But first, hang one of these lanterns around your neck with this leather strap.”

  My hands groped in the dark until I touched metal, glass, and leather. Then Newman led me to the stairwell. My fingers traced the walls as we started to climb. The creaking stairs were uncomfortably loud under the circumstances. Inside my head I counted. Ten steps, then twenty, then thirty. After a hundred steps we paused. My legs burned as I tried to catch my breath. Climbing so many stairs was a real workout.

  “We must continue,” Newman said.

  I nodded and continued counting: 110 steps, 120 steps, 150 steps. Certainly, we were high into the church tower. Four more steps and we arrived at the platform at the top of the stairs. It didn’t seem as pitch black from up here. I noticed the shape of a ladder in the center of the platform. I assumed it led to the topmost window in the steeple. I could faintly see Newman pull several objects from his pocket.

  “What are those?” I asked.

  “Flint and steel and a tinder box,” he said.

  Newman stroked the flint with his steel and before long a stream of sparks sprang onto the dry tinder. Gently, he blew the glowing embers into a flame and lighted the candles. He placed a candle into each of the two square metal lanterns with clear glass lenses.

  “The space at the top is too narrow for the two of us. Climb up behind me with your lantern and then pass it up to me when I get to the top,” Newman said.

  The ladder creaked under our weight. Rung after rung we climbed. We passed large church bells that hung from great wooden beams. Suddenly, Newman stopped above me. Was there something wrong? Was there someone up in the tower?

  “I’ve reached the topmost window. Hand me your lantern,” Newman said.

  Relieved, I lifted my lantern and handed it to Newman. For only a few seconds he held both lanterns out the northwest window in the direction of Charlestown. I stretched my neck to see the flickering candles burning side by side and I remembered the sign: two if by sea. “We did it!” Newman exclaimed. “Well done!” I said a bit too loudly. My heart was pounding with the excitement of the moment.

  “Hurry, we must descend quickly,” said Newman, who had already extinguished the candles. “From the top I could see a group of Redcoats heading this way. I don’t know if they saw the lanterns. Maybe a spy saw us enter the church and reported us. Either way, we’d better move fast.”

  Newman handed me the second lantern and I put the leather strap around my neck. Without the candlelight it was uncomfortably dark. As I descended the ladder my foot slipped and I fell to the side. One hand barely grabbed the outside edge of the ladder but the other swung out to the darkness desperate to find something to stabilize myself. My hand pushed up against something metal. I could feel the heavy object swing outward with the force of my weight. Suddenly, I realized it was one of the bells. I stayed my hand to force back the bell that instinctively tried to swing back inward. I cringed at the thought of the sound the bell would make if the clapper struck the metal. As the bell came to a resting stop, the clapper barely tapped the side. I exhaled with relief. With my left arm I pulled myself back to the ladder and tightly gripped both sides.

  “That was close,” Newman said.

  We carefully made our way down to the top platform and then quickly descended the 154 stairs. Newman returned the lanterns to the closet, but upon approaching the front doors of the church we heard voices coming from just outside.

  “I tell you I saw someone enter the church,” said a gruff voice.

  “You also said you saw a horse vanish into thin air!” shouted a second voice. “We are the King’s soldiers, not puppets for a spy and a drunkard.”

  “But I tell you, the horse was right here and then it just disappeared,” the spy said.

  “Did it have wings?” laughed a soldier.

  “Yeah, maybe it was Pegasus. And I bet Hercules was the guy he saw enter the church,” said another. It sounded like all the soldiers were laughing now.

  “Hurry, this is our chance,” whispered Newman. “We can escape out of the church through a window.”

  We ran through the chapel and climbed up on a bench near a wooden altar. Within minutes, we were up and through the window and standing in the shadows.

  “I must return home before anyone notices I am missing,” said Newman. “Godspeed, Rush Revere.”

  As Newman disappeared into the shadows, I looked for Liberty.

  “Well, it’s abou
t time you showed up,” said Liberty. “Do you think the Patriots across the river saw your lanterns? Was the message sent?”

  “There you are!” yelled the man with the gruff voice.

  Liberty was so spooked by the stranger that he screamed like a girl. The startled stranger nearly jumped out of his boots. Apparently, the man had never heard a horse scream before. His eyes darted back and forth between us. It was just enough time for me to grab the pepper spray and blast it in the man’s eyes.

  “Ahhhh!” the man screamed. He covered his eyes with his black-gloved hands and stumbled backward. His black cloak and jet-black hair made him the perfect spy as he disappeared into the blackness.

  “You were right that someone was following us,” said Liberty. “He saw me disappear in front of the church and then reported you to those British soldiers.”

  “It might be better if we’re not here when he gets his sight back,” I exclaimed.

  “Sounds good to me,” Liberty agreed.

  I hoisted myself up onto Liberty’s saddle and said, “Let’s jump back to the future.”

  “North or South,” joked Liberty.

  “Very funny,” I said.

  “Rush, rush, rushing from history,” Liberty bellowed.

  A small, swirling vortex of purple and gold appeared before us. Liberty galloped toward it as it grew to twice his size. From the corner of my eye I saw the spy trailing us in the distance, a black glove still covering one eye.

  Right before we jumped through the time portal, the spy shouted, “I know your secret. I will watch for you. I will find you!”

  Chapter 1

  You realize we’re headed into a military base,” said Liberty, a quizzical expression on his face.

  I nodded, “Yes, this is the place.”

  The sign over the gatehouse read MARINE CORPS BASE.

  “You’re not signing me up for the cavalry, are you?” Liberty asked. “I mean I would look good with a five-star general riding in my saddle, but what about our time-traveling missions to discover the truth about American history? Not to brag or anything, but you sort of need me.”