Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1901-09-11
COL. JOHN BUCK
The Founder Of Bucksport.
A.. D. 1852.
Born in Haverhill, Mass. l71a
Died March IS, 1875.

On n other side Is the single word
''Buck," and also something not
wrought by the marble worker. On the
smooth surface of the pedestal is a
curious outline. irregular and describ-
ing that which can easily be imagined
to be the form of a foot of normal size.
Some people say that it is a foot, but
those are of the superstitious town folk
who believe the legend which has been
choice stock in B%ucksport for many
years.
They that delight in perpetuating
this story say that Colonel Jonathan
Buck was a very stern and harsh man
and the leading spirit of his day and
generation. His word was law in the
community. He was the highest in civil
authority and his decision as immova-
BILE as the granite hills that loom up in
the haze of the northern horizon.
He was most Puritanical, and to him
witchcraft was the incarnation of bias
phemy. Thus. so the story goes, when
a certain woman vas accused of witch
craft, at the first clamorings of the pop
ulace Colonel Buck ordered her to be
imprisoned. and later, after a mere
form of a hearing, she was sentenced to
be executed as a witch. She pleaded to
Buck for her life. but as to a heart of
stone.
The day Of the execution came and
the condemned woman went to the gal
lows cursing her judge with such terri
bic imprecations that the people shud-
dered, but the magistrate stood unmov-
ed and made a sign to the officers to
hasten the arrangements. All was ready
and the hangman was about to perform
his grewsome duty when the woman
turned to Colonel Buck and raising one
hand to heaven as if to direct her last
words on earth pronounced this astound-
ing prophecy:
Jonathan Buck, listen to these
words, the last my tongue shall utter.
1t is the spirit of the only true and liv-
ing God which bids me speak them to
you. You will soon die. Over your
grave they will erect a stone, that all
may know where your bones are crum-
bling into dust. But listen! Upon that
stone the imprint of my feet will APP
pear, and for all time, long after your
accused race has persisted from the face
of the earth, will the people from far
and near know that you murdered a
woman Remember well, Jonathan
Buck, remember wetll'
Then she turned to her eXecutioners
and another act, one of the fCrever in
efTaceable h!ots, was made a part OF
American colonial history
The ''witch's curse. as it was call
ed, and is to this day, was almost for
gotten until many years fterward. when
the monument was erected to the mem
DRY of Bucksport founder. 1t had been
in position hardly a month when Il faint
outline was discovered upon it. This
gradually grew more and more distinct
until some one made the startling dis
covery that it was the outline of a foot
which some supernatural craftsman
had traced on the granite. The old leg
end was revived and the Buck ceme-
terry was for years the Mecca of the SUI
perstitious and curious for miles around,
The "witch's curse had been full
filled, they said. An attempt was made
to remove the stain. but all efforts tend
ed only to bring the outline out in bold
er relief. The stain or whatever it was
seemed to penetrate to the very center
of the stone.
The hinges Of the big gate have
creaked for the last time to admit a
Buck. The last of the race has been
laid to rest beneath the oaks and ma
pies, and the setting sun throws the
shadow Of the once mighty Colonel
Jonathan Bucks monument athwart
the double row of messy mounds, as If
still exerting his authority. and the
rays light that mysterious tracing
held up to the view Of all that pass and
repass along the dusty turnpike.
The imprint of the foot is a fact. and
is there today as plain as ever. The
of the "witch's curse" may or
may not be a fact. The fanciful defend
the legend, but the practical point out
the apparent discrepancy between the
Gates of the era of witchcraft persecu-
ton and the regime of Colonel Buck.
They say that the stain is simply an
fault in the granite, and that
the legend was made to fit the foot and
not the foot the legend. But the foot il
there. -Phihdelphia Inquirer.