Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1903-10-02
The BOSWOrth Store Co.

was afraid of hadn't been made then
lie was killed before night and buried
at Arlington. Jonas Corruth was al
Arlington once, and he told me not tC
have the body moved as it was a beauti
full spot and would always be kept so by
the government. After the boys were
killed, | walked to the village and
cooked at the Motel for more than twenty
years at odd jobs. A man by the name
of Mitchell came first and put up a
building where Bosworth's store is now.
to board the men working on the engine
house and depot; a man by the name OF
Alden was with him while, then Gilkey
and Denuison came here from Burke
and then dime" Stone went in. and
John Carrick. Almost everybody used
to say to me. you must sell the farm
but used to tell them | would wait a
while and see how the squirrel jumped.
couldn't seem to sell it, and I'm glad
didn't; but suppose it never locked
to other folks as it did to me-" Then
she gave such a description of the place
as surrounded it with beauty from
which it could never be separated by
one who listened to her. | would not
attempt to reproduce her picture for it
was not of words alone. With the
simplicity of grand old age she drew the
scene, and through it all there shone the
qualities of sorrow and courage and
faith till each seemed visible element
in the very landscape, and the grandeur
of having some part of this old earth to
which one is almost literally attached.
was impressed upon me. To have some
such place from which one can get this
inspiration must make the world look
bright and be an efficient cause of a
character like that we are reviewing, and
to uproot one in old age who has been
so settled, cannot fail of disastrous re,
suits.
Il built the present house on the farm
in 1861" she told me at one time, "and
hauled the lumber from Campbell's mill
in Charleston, myself, sometimes with
the oxen, but most of 1t with the old
white mare. | couldn't hire men at any
decent kind of lay and so | hitched up
and went myself "The men had
most of them gone to the war, hadn't
they?" | suggested. "Oh, no there
were men enough she replied, "but
they were too nice for my use, and then
had good deal of fun out of it any
way"
As we think of her meeting with
such positive force those years of hard
ship and disappointment and loss, we
realize full we'll that less heroic woman
must have died beneath the burden.
That this woman bereft of her husband.
and who had been twice pierced by the
bullet that had killed son, could with
sach energy and hope have faced the
inevitable, helping with her own hands
to build better shelter for her daught-
ers and herself, teaches us that there is
in womankind majestic courage
That springs forth from the brow of pain,
Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,
And all the threatening future yet may
bring"
This she had, and with it cheerfulness
aud hope, properties that she never
yielded up till they were exchanged for
the endowments of immortality. There
fore, she was generally acknowledged a
wonderful woman one to whom ''you,
in passing, desired to speak, and who
on many public occasions was the CEN
trail figure. No Grand Army assemblage
was complete without her, and no one
wondered that all the veterans greeted
her as d mother, for she had met life's
battles herself like a true warrior and
was, in fact, the mother of soldiers.
| With natural reverence they gave her
the honored place at the banquet table,
and even to the last Memorial Day, she
surmounted great physical infirmity to
take her accustomed seat. where her
face, illumed by the spirit of the occa,
sion, was complete evidence that out OF
the illness of the body no cloud had yet
risen to obscure the clear mind in the
evening of her life.
Thus while her life was intensely con.
nected with the past, she kept a lively
interest in passing events, and one could
seldom obtain from her much informa.
ton about the days of the pioneer with