The evening of the fifth came on.

第五个晚上降临了。

The young moon was shining brightly in a cloudless winter sky, and its light was increased by a new-fallen snow.

冬夜，天上无云，月牙的明亮清辉撒落大地。天，刚下过雪，月光更为清冷亮丽。

Parties of soldiers were driving about the streets, making a parade of valor, challenging resistance,

街上成群的英军士兵耀武扬威，波士顿居民怒火中烧集聚起来，抗议抵制英军，

and striking the inhabitants indisCRIminately with sticks or sheathed cutlasses.

不少当地居民不由分说地拿起刀棍参与聚会。

A band, which poured out from Murray's barracks, in Brattle Street,

从布拉特大街穆雷兵营里跑出一群暴徒，

armed with clubs, cutlasses, and bayonets, provoked resistance, and a fray ensued.

他们全副武装地配备刺刀、棍棒还有弯刀，激怒了那些参与集聚的抵制者，双方随即发生了殴斗。

Ensign Maul, at the gate of the barrack yard, CRIed to the soldiers:

此刻，在穆雷兵营门口，莫尔少尉正对那些士兵高声叫喊：

Turn out, and I will stand by you; kill them; stick them; knock them down; run your bayonets through them.

冲出去！我将和你们一起战斗；杀死这些暴徒，将他们打翻在地，用刺刀挑翻。

One soldier after another leveled a firelock, and threatened to “make a lane” through the crowd.

士兵们逐一校准毛瑟枪，群情激奋地疯狂叫嚣，将在人群中“杀出一条血路”。

Just before nine, as an officer crossed King Street, now State Street, a barber's lad CRIed after him:

眼看快到九点，一位军官穿过国王大街，走到州立大街，一位理发店少年在他身后大声叫喊，

There goes a mean fellow who hath not paid my father for dressing his hair;

那个卑鄙的家伙走过来了，他理发没给我爸付钱。

on which, the sentinel stationed at the westerly end of the customhouse, on the corner of King Street and Exchange Lane, left his post,

听到少年的话，守卫在国王大街与皇家兑换巷拐角的海关处西端哨兵离开哨岗，

and with his musket gave the boy a stroke on the head, that made him stagger and cry for pain.

用毛瑟枪猛击少年头部，少年踉跄几步，痛苦地叫唤起来。

The street soon became clear, and nobody troubled the sentry,

街道上很快变得空荡无人，没有人去骚扰那位哨兵。

when a party of soldiers issued violently from the main guard, their arms glittering in the moonlight,

突然，一群士兵突然从驻防军总部方向冲过来，手中枪支在月光下发出凛冽寒光，

and passed on, hallooing: “Where are they? where are they? Let them come.”

他们一边跑，一边不停高叫，“那些暴徒在哪里？究竟在哪里？让他们站出来。”