The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-09-14
\ REMARKABLE STONE
FOUND AT THE 'tDELO BERRY
 SPRING.D


 Deep.
 Out of ye old fields cometh al ye old corn fro we're to yere."
 Very few of the present generation know anything of the traditions of the New Haven plantation, and few care to know, as it requires all the time most of them have to spare from Colonel Sa- bins Rock" and Poles to provide for the requisites of the present extrava- gances.
 But occasionally some fossil of ye old en days will by a chance discovery of old time relic bring back to mind "tales as tongued by the old folks"
 Such discovery was made some time since, during a very low tide in the Mill river, opposite the beautiful but unap- preciated spring known in colonial days as the 'tDewbury girls spring. One of the old time folk in looking into the river saw a peculiar stone and in fishing it out was amazed to find all oyster shell brazed by nature on to the stone, and upon the shell pictures that instantly brought to his mind the tale of the .'Wept of the colony" as it was told to him when child at his great grandma's knee.
 A very. hearty and substantial bread was made in colonial days by mixing hickory nuts with pounded parched corn, The boys would crack the nuts Every family had upon it's chimney piece nut-cracker stone), and the grandmas with great brass-mounted windows on their nose assisted by the girls would pick out the nuts which were pounded in the stone mortar and mixed with the corn. ..
 People of the present day have little idea of the importance of the nuts and berries as food for the colony. M ..
 Wheat was not grown and very many of the present forms of food were unat- tainable or entirely unknown; conse- quently the storing of nuts and the dry ing of berries was a necessity, as all our fruits and vegetables are of a late importation.
 Twenty-four courses at a colony din ner was not the mode. ..... ..s .a...:
 It made for the long winter nights a very cheerful aud useful occupation, particularly after the billed cider and roasted apples had been passed and the song ""Old folk. old folk, get along to bed; you are putting the old scratch into the young folks head" had been sung and had it's desired effect.
 Our great grandma was as full of tra- dition and stories as a ripe Indian riv- CT orange is full of juice. s''%
 It needed but the goast of sugges- tion to start her tongue, and once going it went on to the finish with all the en- thusiasrn and vivacity of youth.
 For our grandma was most won- derful woman.'' .. #
 The above named story '"The Wept of the Colony" or the Lost Dewbery girl, was sung in most despairing rythmical sdrawl for our grandma was an uncom- mon singer as, well, and to us boys and girls possessed among her other won Garful gifts a pathetical style of sing ing upon very high and low notes, and throwing her whole soul into the dole full part of the song, style known in those days as 'tsingin' with feelin'." :.
 Colonial poetry was not of the order of the present day, but the true in wardness of the story with all it's home- Illness reached the heart as truly as did in after years the more classic poetical recitation of the songs, ".She was an only child, her name Genevara," or of Young Lovers lost. child-bride,' Oh! the HMistIetoe hung in the Castle Hall.'
 To our untutored minds it had the eff feet to send us to bed with tear-stained checks and to awake in the still hours of the long winter nights (and in those days they were still indeed) to wonder and benunlb our young heads with won- dering what could have become of the dear girl, and following her in i1nagina- tion through the gloom and dangers of that unexplored forest which lay unbro- ken between and beyond the Sachem and Regicides' Mount. I am unable to give the whole ballad in the peculiar parlance of the day: in fact it would be too pathetic for modern ears.
 But as 3 specimen here are a few first lines:
 The main facts will be told in simple prose. .., ,...s-- @"I'll tell thee tale of maiden fair, The pride of the village green;
 At her mothers door she is seen no
 more, '
 Though that mother doth vail her sore
 --sore--sore; Though that mother doth vail her sore. I will go pick dewberries, sweet moth
 CT, she said, .,~. . - To jam in dear pa's maple trickle; But she never came back and that
 mothers fond heart
 Doth vail for her dolefully Mickle--
 Mickle+-Mickle;
 Doth vail for her dolefully Mickle.'
 The first verse of another colonial ballad sang in the same doleful drawl is recalled: "On Litchfie1d mon-tain once did dwell A comfy youth; know-ed him we'll This com-ly youth, Oh! he did go Into meadow for to mow;
 And as he moved all rou-nt that field, A pn-sin sar-pi-ant bit his heel"
 Some thirty or more years after John Brocket, surveyor, had laid out the nine original squares of the New Haven plantation, and the forest in the imme- diate surrounding had been cleared away, farm-houses4 began to appear here and there in the clearing.
 Tradition locates this one near where is now the residence of Marquis B. Newton, Esq.
 The daughter of the house, being of a