Connecticut western news., 1884-01-09
"Reminiscences of Southern New
 Marlborough. No. I.

No place in my childhood years had so many charms and was so fascinating to me as Campbell falls. Situated near the state line at the soutlt end of tl3is towI, where the Whiting river rusha: through the narrow gorge in the rocks an falls nearly l00 fa, t. not pcrprndi,'- ullrly but at au angle of 45 degrees.
 Fifty years ago the old sawmil witt its little dam at the top of the falls, th little grist mill built by Asher Donal,l at the bottom, the ruins of the old mil on the hillside, the massive rocks in tn gorge, the quaint old cottage with i: little garden at the junction of the Bar den brook with the Whiting river an, above all, the occupant of that little cot tage impressed my youthful mind so wildly that half a century has not H. the least diminished those impressions.
 Said occupant bore the coguomen Uncle Bill Jaqua. He was weird, un Houth, unique specimen of the human kind. His long unkempt hair and bear was in striking contrast to the clea faces of that day. His dress was lon: tow frock and leather apron. His ha reminded one of the fig ]elves which Father Adam sewed together. It nut t be confessed that his outward appea'- ance was not prepossessinG. He ney yer learned to despise dirt.
 If the sentiment that cleanliness i next to Godlincss had prevailed in tha' day, he could not have entered a 2d class car en route for heaven, but for tanately such distinctions were then un known. Aside from these external ap pcarances he possessed nearly all tn qualities which go to make up genuine manhood. Since the death of his vie he had lived alone, hermit kind oi life, yet he was no recluse, he liked sc- riety. He was intensely religious and who could not be with such surround 'ngs. He might have been called an en- ;husiast
 He commenced with nature and wi h natures god, was mighty in the scrip, tires and powerful in prayer But faitl vas his principle topic It was sai, that he beat his wife because when hi bread material was exhausted she di! not fill up her oven with stone and pra, in faith for its conversion into bread, but this story is entirely discredited by his friends who knew him best.
 Once when rambling over the rocI ',is foot slipped and he caught hold of small root of tree, just on the brink the precipice and sustained himself nearly two hours calling lustily for help. when a neighbor hearing him rescu, him from his perilous position and iok- ingly asked him why he did not let go as his faith would have saved him The 'ld man shrewdly replied, My fai.h -old me to hold on and my faith has triumphed."
 He hved an inofensive, blameless life md was respected by all. I know not lhe year of his death. He was buried in the family plot on Jabes Canfeld's land. He requested that his grave should be planted with tansy, which dourishes and annually blossoms to mark his resting place.
 The falls are still there, but the dams have been swept away, scarce a vestige of the old gristnill and sawmill are left. The excavation for the old cellar and the pile of stones where was once chimney and few ancient apple trees indicate where was once human habi- tation but those voices which once echoed and re-echoed through the glen are hushed forever. wL.s.