Two Riders - One Started A Revolution

The Town That Never Got the Word

Two riders left Boston the same night. Only one of them started a revolution — and the reason has nothing to do with courage.

You know the first half of this story. On the night of April 18, 1775, Paul Revere rode out from Boston to warn that British troops were marching on Lexington and Concord.

Here is the part most of us never learned.

Revere was not alone. A Boston tanner named William Dawes was sent out the very same night, on the very same errand, by the very same man — Dr. Joseph Warren. Two riders, one message, one night.

Revere rode roughly thirteen miles. Dawes rode seventeen, on a slower horse. Both were brave. Both did what they were asked. Both got there.

And along Revere's route, the countryside came alive. Along Dawes's route, it stayed asleep.

I have been chewing on why for weeks, because I think it is one of the most useful things I have ever read about building anything with other people.

First, let's fix the story

Before I go further, a few corrections. I want to tell this right, and the popular version gets several things wrong.

• They did not ride in opposite directions. They rode to the same place by different roads. Revere crossed the river north to Charlestown and swung up through Medford. Dawes went south over Boston Neck and came around through Roxbury and Cambridge. They met up in Lexington.
• Nobody shouted "the British are coming." Everyone was British. The cry was "the Regulars are out!"
• Revere never reached Concord. He was captured. Dawes was thrown from his horse. A young doctor named Samuel Prescott, who joined them on the road, was the one who finished the ride.

So the man we all remember got arrested partway through, and the message still got where it needed to go. That alone should tell you something about how this actually worked.

What Revere actually did

Here is the thing that changes everything. Revere was not knocking on random farmhouse doors hoping someone would listen.

He rode to specific people. Historians can name them: Richard Devens in Charlestown. Captain Isaac Hall in Medford. Benjamin Locke and Solomon Bowman in Menotomy. Town leaders. Militia captains. Ministers. The men who could set a whole town in motion with one decision.

He knew who they were, he knew where they lived, and — this part matters — they knew him.

Revere did not spread the alarm. He started it, and then a system he had helped build for months spread it for him.

And what those leaders did

This is my favorite part, and I had no idea about any of it.

Those town leaders did not saddle up and start riding. They rang the alarm. Literally. New England towns already had a system in place for exactly this, worked out and agreed in advance:

• Church bells. In Malden, a leader ran to a rock outcrop called Bell Rock and rang the town bell, which summoned every man to Kettell's Tavern.
• Drums. A man in Medford remembered "repeated gunshots, the beating of drums and the ringing of bells filled the air."
• Signal guns. Captain John Trull of Tewksbury sat up in bed, threw open his window, and fired his musket three times in his nightshirt. That was a prearranged signal with the militia commander in the next town across the river. The moment he heard it, Dracut began to muster.
• Beacon fires. Carlisle woke to a relay of cannon and musket fire.
• A trumpet. The outlying parts of Needham were roused by Abel Benson, an enslaved man, blowing a horn into the dark.

Thirty miles in four hours. In a time when thirty miles was a full day's travel.

Who actually carried it

Not soldiers. Not officials. Regular people, and a surprising number of country doctors — because a physician who made house calls owned the best horse in town and was used to riding at night. Dr. Martin Herrick rode from Medford through Stoneham to Reading to Lynn End, woke the militia, and then joined them on the march.

Others in the chain that night:

• Nathaniel Baker, a young man riding home from courting his fiancée, who picked up the alarm on the road and passed it to his whole family.
• Enslaved men sleeping in a blacksmith shop in Lincoln, who carried the news to Mary Hartwell.
• Mary herself, who left her newborn baby in the house and ran across a field to wake Captain William Smith, who rang Lincoln's bell.
• A rider nobody could identify, remembered only as "the bare-headed alarm rider."

A mother running through a dark field in her nightclothes. A doctor. A young man in love. An enslaved man with a trumpet. That is who saved the morning.

Now here is the part that stopped me cold

There is a town called Waltham. It sat two miles from Lexington Green — closer than any other town in Massachusetts.

Waltham never got the word.

Not one Waltham militia company fought that day. A few scattered farmers heard something and turned out, but the town itself slept through it. Historians used to assume Waltham must have been loyal to the King. It wasn't. Two days later more than two hundred Waltham men were in the field, and many of them fought bravely at Bunker Hill.

They simply never got the message in time. Dawes had come near, but he did not know Waltham's town fathers or its militia captains, so nobody rang a bell. Nobody fired a gun. The system sat there, fully built and completely silent, two miles from the fight.

A knock on a door was not enough. Somebody had to wake the person who could ring the bell.

So what does this have to do with us

Everything, if you are trying to build something that outgrows you.

I have spent a lot of energy over the years being Dawes. Working hard. Covering ground. Talking to everybody. Seventeen miles on a slow horse, and honestly, sometimes not much to show for it.

Revere covered less distance and reached vastly more people, because he was not trying to reach people. He was trying to reach the people who reach people.

Every group you walk into already has them. The woman everyone texts when they need a recommendation. The guy who organizes the team dinners. The one whose opinion quietly settles the whole room. They already have a bell. You do not have to build them one.

What I am trying to do differently

• Stop counting doors. Twenty conversations with the wrong twenty people is a long night on a slow horse.
• Ask who, not how many. Who in this circle do people already listen to? Start there and be honest that you are starting there.
• Look for people who already have a bell. Not the loudest person. The trusted one. Those are rarely the same.
• Be someone worth waking. Revere's real advantage was not charm. It was that when he banged on Isaac Hall's door at midnight, Isaac Hall got up. He had spent years earning that.
• Then get out of the way. Revere got arrested and the message still arrived. If your thing collapses the moment you stop pushing it, you have not built a system. You have built a job.

One more thing, in fairness to William Dawes

I do not want to leave him as the punchline, because he does not deserve it.

Dawes rode farther than Revere on a worse horse, through a British checkpoint, at real risk to his life. He did exactly what he was asked to do and he delivered his message. Revere himself always made a point of giving Dawes credit — which tells you something good about both of them.

Dawes was not lazy and he was not a coward. He was riding through towns where he did not know anybody. That is all. And that is a fixable problem, which is rather the point.

The whole lesson in one sentence

The alarm system already existed. Bells, drums, signal guns, all of it arranged months in advance. Revere's genius was not that he rode fast. It was that he knew which door to knock on so somebody else would ring the bell.

Two miles from Lexington Green, a whole town slept through the start of a revolution because nobody woke the right person.

I think about that a lot.

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Steffi

Sources: David Hackett Fischer, Paul Revere's Ride (Oxford University Press, 1994), especially the chapter "The Alarm." Additional detail from the American Battlefield Trust and the Paul Revere House. The popular contrast between Revere and Dawes was made famous by Malcolm Gladwell in The Tipping Point, though Fischer's original research tells it more carefully — and more kindly to Dawes.