Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-07-19
Greenwood.

For week past the hay weather has
been fully an average, and large
amount of hay has been secured; sew
eral thunder showers have passed over,
and Wednesday opened with rain so that
the boys went fishing. One day last
week the lightning struck cypress tree
standing near Edward Herrick's house,
doing no great injury, then entered the
house, knocked Mr.. Herrick off the bed
on which he was resting, and burned a
little boys leg so as to raise blister.
The bolt was light or the damage would
have been much greater.
The most interesting visit made here
during the week was that of tramp,
who slept on the new hay in the barn by
his own preference, and after giving up
his matches, pipe and tobacco. In the
morning he came into the house, and
after going through the process of alb.
luton and taking square meal he set
tied down to good comfortable smoke.
He gave his name as Peter Harte, born
in Ireland II years ago; came to this
country about 1870, landing in New
York, where he worked carpentering for
five years; since which he seems to have
been everywhere in general, and no.
where in particular. He claimed to be
born in that section of the old country
where only the English language is used
though his was so broken as to make
conversation somewhat difficult matter.
Before leaving he inquired our name,
but whether for the purpose of recon.
mending us to the Virgin Mary for our
kindness toward him, or for the benefit
of some travelling companion, is not so
clear. Last of all he handed us piece
of money from his vest pocket, on exam
ming which it was found to be one of
Uncle Sans quarters, bearing the date
of 1892, and containing the motto, Sin
God we trust" The money was given
back with the remark that he was well
come to his breakfast, which favor he
seemed to appreciate. Mr.. Peter Harte
said he never was married; and If we'll
dressed and trimmed up he would have
been rather good looking man; beside
which he could read and write, and
seemed too much of man to be living
the life of a vagrant.
Florence Bryant is now visiting in the
ueighborhood, and recently she and
Mrs. Newton Bryant made a pleasant
call at the Bennett place. The late Dea.
Christopher Bryant married a Miss
Abbott for his second wife and two
daughters were born to them, Florence
being the oldest was never married.
Her sister, Elizabeth, married, settled in
Adams, Mass, and has had eight chill
dren, five of whom are living, and all
boys.
B. F. Russell's letter, as printed in the
Democrat last week, made some very
interesting reading for my wife, who
knew the whole family half century
ago, then numbering up into the teens.
When Mr.. Russell moved to Missouri he
sold his farm to j. G. Rich, who SUBJ
sequently moved to Bethel, and it is now
occupied by Michael Harrington. One
of the daughters married Emerson Bill.
lings and lives in Woodstock.
But my surprise, on reading Mr..
Cushman's letter, was to learn that the
widow James Kilbrith is still living.
remember that lady very distinctly for
reasons which I may disclose later on;
enough for the present to say that prob
ably Mr.. Page of West Minot remembers
her as distinctly as myself.
That newly married couple, Mr.. and
Mrs. Whitman, are to have their recep-
ton Saturday evening.