The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-03-18

would the white men of Port, or any other
portion of Cecil, dare to be pail bearers
at the funeral of a negro to-day? When
/ the redeemed of the Lord shall return and
come to Zion with songs of rejoicngs, Sam
! Hawkins, resurrected, glorified, will be
/ there.
| l now retrace my steps to the Thomas
property, afterwards Albert Constable's.
( Constable was native of Chestertown,
Kent county, Md. He inherited the bright
ness of his intellect from his mother. She
was a woman of exemplary piety, and of
rare gifts and graces. She prayed in pub
lie, and for many years was the leader of a
class meeting. He moved from Kent to
Hartford, and married the daughter of DR..
John Archer, father of the Hon. Henry
W. Archer. Subsequently he removed to
Cecil. Constable was confessedly one of
orators, and greatest lawyers. He was the
FIRST judge elected by the people in Cecil,
and died while in office. Much might be
written of Judge Constable, but he be-
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to Port and its surroundings. He left but
one son (Albelt), who promises to do honor
to the memory and talents of his sire. He
is now one of the ablest members of the
present Legislature. His father repre-
scented his district in Congress; the son
bids fair to share the like honor. AS an
ardent admirer, an old client, and a per-
sonal friend of the father wish the son
brilliant career in his ascent to the temple
of fame.
/ Below this property is Heckart Town,
which, as previously stated, proved fail
ure. Lower down was Gurley's mill, after
wards Eden F. Webster's, of Bond Brook,
New Jersey. Webster was believer in
Spiritualism. He had consulted medium,
who had described to him place on the
banks of rolling river, with q little noun
| tain rivulet running through it, along
which stream was buried untold sums of
gold. He travelled in search of the place,
and at last thought he had found it in this
property. He returned home and again
consulted the medium. This was the place
of hidden treasure beyond a doubt. Like
the man in the Gospel, who, when he had
found treasure hid in field, went and
sold all he had and bought that tield-so
did Webster. Shortly after he had taken
possession, great curiosity was awakened,
and much speculation on the part Of his
neighbors, on observing now and then,
here and there along the stream, fresh dug
! holes of large dimensions. None knew
why, or by whom the work was done. 1t
was night work. After a time the neigh
bors set a watch, and 10 it was Webster.
! Thus detected, he revealed his secret and
openly employed others, who laughed at
his folly, to assist him in his fruitless
search. After his failure in business, the
mill was purchased by VIM. Creighton, of
Baltimore, recently deceased. He sold it
to John J. Abrahams, the present owner
From here to Port Deposit was round
by Constable's, Davidson's Hollow, Cedar
Hill, and down the Still House road. "Jor-
dan was then rough road to travel But
now, bark, the steam whistle blows. /
step aboard the cars, and by the time l
think over story of a Virginia negro dur
ing the war, the train has stopped at the
upper depot.
But what has the story to do with this
ride? 1t is an illustration, that is all. At
a place through which the army had laid
a railroad track, an old negro was asked
how far if was to the next town He re-
piled: "Well, massy, that ponds on hows
yus travels. If you walks, tbs good ways;
if you takes the stage coach, faint so fur;
if you gifts board de bugine, yus dare most
now" So am !. Yours truly,
GUYAs CUTAs.