We're not a Hotel!!
by Isabella
The Quartering Act of 1765
The Quartering Act of 1765 allowed any British Soldier to just walk into any house and order them to feed him and give him a place to stay. Most folks weren't happy about it, I know my folks weren't. My name's Sam and this is how I remembered the Quartering Act of 1765.
It all started when I was sitting down by the dock waiting for the ship with supplies to come, (so I could bring back things quickly), when a tall young man in a red uniform came stomping to the center of town on his horse. He was shouting for everyone to gather 'round for a special letter from the King. I slithered through other colonists on my dirty bare feet so I could hear his words nice and clear. Father grabbed me quick and told me to run on home. I stayed there knowing that it must be important. The soldier spoke of something that would allow any soldier to stay in our homes and we would have to provide for 'em.
Later that night I heard Mother and Father whispering up-stairs with other towns folk about the Kings order. It sounded like they were about to make a plan about protesting when a deep knock came upon the door. Mother rushed to the door while the others went to hide. There one was, standing there. As father Father called him, "A big round lobster." He ordered us to make him a nice hot dinner and a bed so Mother agreed and went on to it. The lobster wandered around touching everything. Even went and poked my goldfish, Betty.
As he "fell asleep" they started talking again about how we hardly have enough for ourselves when the King is making us care for another. For hours they babbled on about how the King should have enough money to pay 'em and that the men can protect us and we don't need no solders.
I can't remember much more, but you get the point. My house is definitely NOT a hotel. As my momma would have told 'em, Stay out! We're not a hotel!
It all started when I was sitting down by the dock waiting for the ship with supplies to come, (so I could bring back things quickly), when a tall young man in a red uniform came stomping to the center of town on his horse. He was shouting for everyone to gather 'round for a special letter from the King. I slithered through other colonists on my dirty bare feet so I could hear his words nice and clear. Father grabbed me quick and told me to run on home. I stayed there knowing that it must be important. The soldier spoke of something that would allow any soldier to stay in our homes and we would have to provide for 'em.
Later that night I heard Mother and Father whispering up-stairs with other towns folk about the Kings order. It sounded like they were about to make a plan about protesting when a deep knock came upon the door. Mother rushed to the door while the others went to hide. There one was, standing there. As father Father called him, "A big round lobster." He ordered us to make him a nice hot dinner and a bed so Mother agreed and went on to it. The lobster wandered around touching everything. Even went and poked my goldfish, Betty.
As he "fell asleep" they started talking again about how we hardly have enough for ourselves when the King is making us care for another. For hours they babbled on about how the King should have enough money to pay 'em and that the men can protect us and we don't need no solders.
I can't remember much more, but you get the point. My house is definitely NOT a hotel. As my momma would have told 'em, Stay out! We're not a hotel!
Give us a Place to Stay!
British soldiers asking to stay in our house.
Message from the King!
British soldier riding up to read the King's order.
That's not Fair!
Mother and Father with neighbors discussing the new law.
We can take Care of Ourselves!! Step Off!!
Shoo!!!
We can protect ourselves!! Go protect your precious King!!