Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-06-04
THE TWO BRASS KETTLES.

f. va. a queer structure-the Old MiDOt
house In Dorchester IL VIA really a bficz
hotIas neaad ia vood-a fort house 10 was
called II va. buiit Ia this way 10 protect
the dwsliers against rude Indian assaults
There Is bot one nouss standing that resssrl-
bles 1.-THE Craeioek mansion In Hsdfprd-
There rers many such houses in the Old col
onies but one BY one they grew gray with
uoss. and Vanished The Minot house Itself
vas burned about twenty years ago, after
standing abou. 20 years.
The old people Of Dorchester and Seponset
must remember il. II rose solemn and state
ly a. the Tot II the high hills overlooking
the SEA nleaaows. The nigh tides came INTO
the thntch margins near II and went out
again leaving the abundant shell fish spout
ing In the sun. The fringed sentlans grew
amid the Aftermath of the hay fields around
It. The oriolss swung in the tall trees In
summer time. and ospreys circied and
sreanisi 10 the clear sky over all
But the orchards here were the fullness
and perfection u the Old New England Or
chards' The sJuth winds Of May scattered
the apple blossoms ike snow over the emerald
turf. and filed tho Aif gith fragrance. The
earliest bluebirds came to them, and there
the first robins built their nests How charm
ing and airy It MI was In May, when the days
were melting into summer, and how really
beautiful and full Of life we're all Of these
venerable New England hoinesi
After the old house was burned | yiited
the place, and brought away a few bricks rs
a souvenir Of home Of heroic meInories-Of
happy memories, to-, II We except a single
tragedy Of the Indian war, The great or
4 4 = -
lows, only the we'll remained, aud Il heap Of
burned brieks and the blackened o-Itline Of
the cellar wall
1t Was a house full Of legends and stories
wontisr tales that once led the stranger 10
look upon II with a kind of sur~rstitiousaw
1t had It's historic lore, but the most thrillin.
legend associated with the Old walls was
known as The Two Brass Kettles The
iegend may have grown with time, but it was
well based on historic facts, and was often
told at the ample iiresides II threo genera
tions Of Dorchester people.
Uncle Zebelee, piped.
well. dearieH
Aunt -alld that you would tell Us the story
Of The Two Brass Kettles after iinncr.'
why dearie, yes, yes. I've been telling
that story thesn eighty years, come October
Dliu you never near itf thought All l4ttlo
shaycrs knew about that Tho Two Brass
Kettles. yes.
"rl.,y're in the old cupboard now
BRING thcn out, AMI viii tell you all about
en-. shan | live to tell that story many
more years Maybe shah never tell it
again"
The servants brought out the two kettles
into the kitchen, where We could see them
Put EN- IN the middle Of th, floor before
the window. said [ nc.e Zebslee There.
that viii do Tint is Just where they were
when the Indian came
You $50 the window ho added
1t had great deep ut cnaameut Gral.N
vines, half ,urtaIned 1t now on the outside.
and the slautin., sun shono through them, It's
beams glinnertns on the old silver Of the
table It was past the middle Of the after
noon Of the shortening DAYS Of autumn.
You havc all heard Il Philips war, " 10
gan Unclc Zola,l~. leaning forward from
his chair on hi, crutch Everybody has
/, DESTROYED thirteen town. IN the 0ld COL
ony. and for two year. filed every h.urt
with terror Philip struck here. there and
every where. No one could tell where he
would strike next Tho sight Of an Indian
the pines and bushes usually meant "a mas
cree massacre
"One Sunday in July in 1915. the family
went to meeting, leaving two small children
boy and 4, sirl. at home, IN charge 4 "A
maid named Experience The kitchen then
was as you s.,e 1t nov The window wasopen
the two brass kettles bad been secured on
SATURDAY, and placed bottom upwards on the
door. Just as you s..e them there
1T was blazing July day. The hay fields
were silrnt Thor, wasan odor If hayrirLs
In the alr. and the tobolinks | stipf.,s., ton
pied about ia the grass. and red winged blacs
birds riped among the wild wny,ide rt,ses
lust as they do now wish that you ,ould
hav. seen the old hay field, in tine long July
afternoons all scent md sunshine. II makes
me long Tor nv hoyhnod ayain. inst 10 think
Of them. But shall never NOV arn,n
az ~, mo $50 The two Children yero ,it-
ting on the floor near the two ka,tl.s r.,