Samuel Adams the hot headed patriot spoke to us in the meeting hall of the museum .Adams was in his period gear which in itself was much attention hogging and besides that he was a demagogue like fiery and inspirational or rather insurrectional public speaker charged with the zeal for repeal of anti -American orders and enactments of the British king Emperor George the 3rd and his parliament . Mere roll back of such draconian legislations like the stamp act and the annulment of retention of tax on tea as a provision in the much known Townshend act apart Adams nursed a far more ambitious intention of unyoking colonies from the hegemonic rule of Britain once and for all and creation of a free state of the integrated colonies of America .
Before entering this hall we each had been given a long brownish bird feather and a card .The card was scripted on both sides .All cards carried the same message on the one side.It was issued to the towns people of Boston on the 16th of December 1773 cajoling them to be rightly aware of the brewing crisis in their city which had made them gather at that designated site to raise their voice against tyranny and oppression . It was a strong incitement to act however seditious it could turn out to be.
On the flip side of the card I was to step into the shoe of a Bostonian citizen whose name was William Pierce .I was a local barber who had set shop in the Marshall street in the North end .I was always boastful of my clientele of celebrated Bostonians from whom I got wind of the crisis on the horizon .Since I was an obsessive name dropper I could hardly make it a simple exercise in verbal flourishes alone any longer .So I decided to put some action into it and that morning I saw nothing holding me back from dkiving into the vortex of a great revolutionary feat .
The narrater’s wife was to turn into one Samuel Howard who was a shipwright staying in Boston’s North Square and the house of Paul Revere was in the close vicinity . It was just across the square Where Governor Thomas Hutchison’s mansion was sacked during the stamp act riot of 1763 .All these tyrannical outrages against the helpless colonial people drove me to turn wrathful and I was raring for a solution however pricey that could evolve into .
In the midst of accumulating huzzahs and yells of shame the roster of English perfidious acts were mouthed by the speaker and a woman in period gear and then they drove some 35 of us who had assembled in the hall to act mock audience of mock Adam’s spirited holding forth ,to leap back to our feet and dog Adams down the gang plank to the deck of Beaver. It was one of the ships that had been docked in the Boston harbour that fateful night of December 16th 1773 with their cargo of 342 tea chests on which a despicable British tax was going to be slapped the next day .
Dozens of Bostonians in red Indian incognito boarded the ship,took out the chests of tea , tore them open using their tomwhaks and threw those boxes over board with their costly content spilling out in to the river waters turning its slightly blueish waters into deep brownish tea colours .Heavy with unspilt residual cargo and heavy water inflow all the boxes sank much sooner than a belated later .Only a couple of them held themselves out as they were flown to the swampy riverine shore and they ran aground there.
Then we were led into the sub deck chamber of the ship .It was cavernous and much stuffy in side .It needed a deliberately focussed peer around in order to see the artefacts there.It included the sleeping berths for sailors where some of them slept in effigy ,reproduction of drum like wine containers of the period besides several lengths of ropes and other sailing equipments which were parts of the paraphernalia of an era of un motored and wind driven trans ocean vessels .
Aboard the replica ship of Beaver an animatronic Capt .Hzekia was the centre of tourist attraction.The long locked helmsman was engrossed deeply in his activity of writing with a quill in the ship’s log book in the eerie twilight of his cabin and the sight transported the visitors across the boundaries of centuries taking a break from their current existence however fleetingly .Reenactment of history till that point were to do with presence of the facsimile ships of Beaver and Eleanor ,Museum personnels in elaborately choreographed period apparels and mannerisms ,Larger than life Samuel Adams statue in belligerent gesticulatory flourishes right in front of the museum down to the knick knackery of the historical drama.
But when we reemerged from the bowl of the ship on to the deck we ran into a handful of slightly off white and wet boxes with the stamp of the East India company thereon being happily and playfully collected from the gangway kerb and hurtled overboard into the waters of the harbour by turn. Since they were by no means disconnected but were leashed with sturdy ,black ropes that were retrieval worthy with a marginally effort some reboarding pull in . I didn’t want to miss out on this chronological gaming and pelted a box back into water after it was fished out. My wife followed suit having had her tea chest hauled out on her behalf by her over enthusiastic consort
.At the concluding phase of our museum crawl we were ushered into the presence of two holograms of Samuel Adams and king Emperor George the 3rd .Before activation they appeared just a pair of ordinary two dimensional and lifeless portraiture exhibits but when switched on (not visibly) they leapt to their acrimonious loud din of a brawl in their antiquated lingo about their contentious colonial issues .When the quarrel was played out the holograms bounced back to their life less formerself in a split second as if they had not forayed for a moment into a spell of high decibel verbal duel at all .Before this battle Royale we had been to a much less high profile filmy stand off between two women of street ,one a rebel and other a tory .To pick up the rear a tinsel enactment of a military show down between the forces of the crown and colony militia too were envisaged in the museum trail .The only original and un replicated historical prototype item was the Robinson’s half chest ,which ,we were told was one of the two known tea chests still in existence from the original event which was mounted in a protective cylinder within which it rotated .The reexperiencing theme history trip had us delivered into a tea joint upstairs where they served tea items ostensibly using tea brands which had been destined to form political brew of the much famed Boston tea party.