The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1878-08-17

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citizens to shut up their comfortable houses
and 80 and live in tents by the seaside. They
cannot tell exactly why they are so fond of Il,
and what compensates for the inconvenience
and discomforts of camp life, but they are
sure 1t is quite delightful. The chief enjoy
ment seems to be sleep; sound sleep all
night, and pleasant maps in odd hours of the
day, doing under shade tents while the
breeze blows over them, and the tapping
waves hush them with drowsy lullaby. For
my own part, cannot acquire taste for it.
The beds never seem so comfortable: even
the soft turf does not quite fit my back; the
sun comes peeping through the canvas too
early, the birds are too hilarious, the steam
ers too vociferous, and cannot sleep in the
daytime. The consequence is long job OF
sleeping to do up after I get back to town.
can appreciate camp life when it is rem.
dered necessary by journeying in the wilder
ness, but when there is good, comfortable
room and bed within half-hour's sail, pre-
fer to go to it. But the islands are covered
with tents, and the occupants seem very
happy and contented.
A friend made visit with me to one of
the camps last week. Everything indicated
leisure and rest. We found our friends TAX
ing maps in the shade, while the children
were busly doing nothing, pulling flowers to
pieces with thoughtful gravity, or sailing out
into the golden West in imaginary ships,
calling at San Francisco to see Uncle John,
or stopping at Japan, to visit Ned Morse, Of
whom children are particularly fond. Bath
Ing is the great business Of the day, and eat.
ing is only incidental. We promptly fell in
to their ways; had a glorious dip in the waves,
dinner of fried fish, a smoke, and then my
companion laid himself down to rest, and
slept the sleep of the just, while 1 sat down
on the grass beside him, and watched the
vessels come and go in the harbor. 1t was a
bright, sunny day, and a strong southerly
wind was blowing, so that the little boats
had all that they could stagger under. One
little boat was quietly coming down under
jib only, while two large schooners came up
the ship channel under mainsail and lib,
The pleasure steamers we're busily plying
to and fro full of passengers, and every
body seemed to be having a holiday. ASH
looked at the beautiful city, and saw how its
busy life was stretching out in every direc-
tion over country, cape, and island, 1 won
dered if these were really hard times in COM
parison with the past. Of course 1t is al
ways hard to have ones income reduced from
the largest amount it has ever been, but that
does not cover the whole point. 1t seems
to me that everybody has enough to eat, and
goes well clad; new buildings are going up
and the deserted edifices are few. The bust
ness depressions in 1907, 1887, and 1857 were
as severe as the present, and the two former
much more so. In the last century they had
the same experience, aggravated by misera-
Bile currency and frequent lack of bread; and
in the still earlier century they were strug-
CLING for their lives with the ndians, and
twice utterly wiped out. said as much to
the little widow, who had seated herself in a
little rocking chair beside me, very quietly so
Is not to awaken my sleeping friend.
"Mr. Newbegin," said she, 81 wish you
would tell me something about George Bur-
roughs, whom you described as escaping 10
Cushing's Island with some Others when the
massacre of 1876 occurred. I have heard
that he was hanged as wizard, yet have
an idea that he must have been of very es-
timable character
Now, ana naturally suspicious of widows,
and it did seem as if the widow was foolng
me in pretending to be 80 much interested in
history; but she had volume of Froude's
History of Ireland in her hand, and had just
finished Macauley's England, which certainly
looked like an honest liking for it, so 1
yielded to the sweet fascination, happy that
the cynical skipper was too far away to throw
cold water on my undertaking.
1--WE first hear of him, madam, in 1870 as
graduate Of the Harvard class of that wear.
He is said to have been born in Scituate,
Mass. In 1874 he came to Portland as
Congregational minister. He had no church
gathered, but was evidently an earnest mis-
sionary, and well fitted for the duties which
devolved upon minister in wild country
among the savages. He is described as
little man of dark complexion. Indeed, he
was identified by the description of his girl
accuser as "a little black minister that lived at
Casco Bay Yet he was noted for bis
strength, which was so surprising that it
told heavily in evidence against him at his
trial. 1t was sworn that he had held out
gun Of seven feet barrel with one hand by
putting his right forefinger into the muzzle;
that he lifted full barrel of molasses By put
ting two fingers only in the bung, and carried
it from the stage head to the door at the end
Of the stage, without letting tt down! At
another time he had carried barrel full of
cider from a canoe to the shore. Burroughs
answered that an Indian present at the time
did the same, but his accusers replied that
1t was the black man, or the devil, who looks
like an Indian
"He was evidently fond of mystifying people
by his feats of strength. On one occasion he
left a party at Stroudwater coming into
town, and surprised them by meeting them
at home on their arrival at the lower part of
the neck. He had taken short cut through
the swamps. This was brought against him
on his trial. He replied that another man
was with him on that occasion, but his
accusers answered, as before, that it was the
devil who accompanied him.
"The second year after bis coming, in 1916,
occurred the massacre, on August II. At
that time the residents on the Neck were
Thomas Bracket, Thaddeus Clark, George
Munioy, John Munjoy and Mr.. Burroughs
Elizabeth Harvey, George Cleaves' daughter,
was living In the family Of her son-in-law,
Thomas Bracket, and her father and mother
were both dead, while Richard Tucker with
his family had moved to Portsmouth in 1858.
These people took shelter in Munjoy's garri-
son, which was near the present Grand
Trunk depot, all excepting Thomas Bracket,
who was killed, his wife and children, who
were captured land probably Mrs. Harvey
with them), and George Munjoy's eldest son
John, who was shot on his way thither.
Three reapers, who were on their way to
Anthony Brackets when the slaughter be-
gan, turned back and Joined them, and prob.
ably some Others. After assuring themselves
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