"Who is that man that is so much at the Wheelocks' just now?" asked young Walter Stanton of his friend Philip Morgan."Some Tory friend, I suppose. I don't like him; see the sneer upon his face as he looks at the members upon the steps of the State House."It was about noon on a day late in September in the year 1777. A group of young men and boys were lounging upon some benches in the shade of two big buttonwoods directly across from the quaint old...