Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-11-14
THE TWO BRASS KETTLES.

called. Ii was built in this way TO protect
the jewellers against rude Indian assaults
There is but one house standing that re-
sembles it the Cradock mansion in Med
ford. There very many such houses in
the old colonies, but one by one they grew
gray with moss and vanished The
Minot house itself was burned about TWEEN
ty years ago after standing go years.
The people of Dorchester and Neponset
must remember it. 1t rose solemn and
stately at the foot of the hills overlooking
the sea meadows. The high tides came in
to the thatch margins near it and went out
again, leaving the abundant she'll FISH
sprouting in the sun. The fringed .gnn-
tians grew amid the aftermath of the
hay fields around it. The orioles swung
In the tall trees in summer time, and os.
preys circled and screamed in the clear sky
over all.
But the orchards here were the fulness
and perfection Of the old New England
orchards The south winds of Nav scat
tered the apple blossoms like snow over the
emerald turf, and filed the air with fra
GRANGE. The earliest bluehirds came to
them, and there the first robins built their
nests. How charming and airy il was all
in May, when the days We're melting into
summer, and how really beautiful and full
of life were all of these venerable New
England homes
After the old house was burned visited
the place, and brought away few bricks
as a souvenir of "a home of heroic memoir
les of happy memories. too. if we except
a single tragedy of the Indian war The
great orchards are gone, the old barns and
j
and a heap Of burned bricks and the black
ened outline of the cellar wall
1t was a house full of legends and stories
wonder tales that once led the stranger
to look upon it with kind of superstitious
awe. 1t had Its historic lore, but the
most thrilling legend associated with the
old walls was known MS Tine Two Brass
Kettles The legend may have grown
with time, but it was well based on histor-
ic facts, and was often told at the ample
tiresides Of three generations of Dorchester
people
Uncle Zebedee, piped
"WelI, dearie.
Aunt said that you would tell MS the
story Of The Two Brass Kettles after dim
ner
why, dearie, yes, yes I've beer tel
ling that story these eighty years, come
October Dldn You never hear ity
thought all little shayers knew about that
The Two Brass Kettles, yes
They're IN that old cupboard now.
Bring them out and will tell You all about
EN- ] shan't live to tell that story many
more years Maybe ! shall never tell il
again.
The servants brought out the two ket-
ties into the kitchen. where we could see
them through the wide dining room door.
put EN- in the middle of the floor before
the window, said Uncle Zebedee There.
that will do. That is just where they were
when the Indian came
you see the window, he added
1t aad a great deep easement. Grape
vines half curtained it now on the outside.
and the slantlng sun shone through them,
its beams gimmering on the old silver of
the table 1t was past the middle of
the afternoon of the shortening days of
autumn.
You have all heard Of Philips war,
began Uncle Zebedee, leaning forward
from his chair on his crutch. Everybody
has it destroyed thirteen towns in the Old
Colony, and for two years filed every heart
WIN terror. Ihlllp struck mere theIe ana
everywhere. No one could tell where he
would strike next. The sight Of an Indian
lurking about in the woods or looking out
Of the pines and bushes usually meant
masTee tmassacrej.
zone Sunday in July. in 1878, the fami-
ly went to meeting. leaving two small chill
dren, boy and a girl at home, in charge
Of maid named Experience: The kltch-
en- then was as You see it now. The
window was open the two brass kettles
had been secured on Saturday and placed
bottom upwards ON the floor, just You
see them.
eff was blazino Julv day The bay
fields were silent There was an odor Of
havricks i'm the air and the 5oholinks.
sunpose foppled about i'm the grass. and
rad winoed bIarlbirds piped AMONG Nh
wild wav,ide roses lust n they do now.
wish that won eould have seen The old hay
fields IN the long univ afternoons. an scent
and sunshine. 4 makes me loug for INV
bovbood ag3in. inst tn think az their. Bnt
sha never nov agaip.
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