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| I heard the officer who stood on the right in a line with the soldiers give the word fire twice. |
| I saw his face plain, the moon shone in it. |
| I am sure of the man though I have not seen him since before yesterday when he came into Court with the others. I knew him instantly. |
| He had on a red coat, yellow jacket, and silver laced hat, no trimming on his [waist]coat. |
| About 50 boys were gathered throwing snowballs. Captain Preston was there with his soldiers. |
| The Captain told the boys to go home lest there be murder done. |
| The boys threw more snowballs. Then Preston went behind his soldiers and said, "D___ your bloods, fire! Think I'll be treated in this manner?" |
| I was so near the officer when he gave the word fire that I could touch him. His face was towards me. . . . I looked him in the face. |
| I saw an officer of the army lead out of the guard-house . . . seven or eight soldiers. . . in seeming haste to the Custom House on the north side of King Street, where I followed them. . . . The said officer ordered his men to load, which they did accordingly, with the utmost dispatch. |
| I observed a considerable number of young lads . . . some [with] sticks in their hands, laughing, shouting, huzzaing, and crying fire; but could not observe that any of them threw anything at the soldiers, or threatened any of them. |
| [He] bid the soldiers fire; they not firing, he stamped and said, "D___ your bloods, fire, be the consequence what it will." |
| A cloth-coloured surtout [a light beige overcoat]. |
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