The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1906-05-24
"POT-POURRI."
Continued from Ninth Page.)


Ditual drink of the people was New
England rum.
But rum was rum in those days ((not
Bum); the game went with the name.
The up-country folk were very much
scandalized that their hay-seed boys,
after making a trip to the south clam
country by way of the canal returned
dressed in sailor toggery, drifting along
through the middle of the street, as
they said, for sea-room," rolling the
mud into the side pockets of their mon
key jackets and talking an unintelligi-
Bile jargon, viz, Bigger my tarry-top
lights and ter-gallant eyebrows, fore
stays, main-stays, mizzen stays and all
the bloody iron work abaft the mizzen
rigging if our old hulk of a town has
changed one point since l made my last
cruise.
1t Ia said one boy could not sleep af-
ter his return home until his poor old
mother had thrown basins of water
against the side of the house to resem-
BILE the swash of the canal-boats.
'Old times are changed, old customs
new"
I'm my boyhood there were no pave
ments, at times the streets were a sea
Of mud, A bag Of three hundred silver
dollars that dropped from waterbury
wagon could not be fished out although
one-half the town was out raking and
hoeing over the mud. Six months af-
ter, when the mud had dried out, all
but three dollars was recovered and re-
turned to the owner although scattered
In every direction for block.
How is that for the honesty of our
old-time folk?
ROCKED" WIDE-AWAKE
REBELS.
during the Revolution Bradley's Cor
ner, state and Chapel" was the ros-
trum corner of the town. 1t was next
door to this corner upon state street
(where is now the Yale bank, that Col
onel Heizi Kiah Sabin, who lived at Sa
bins Rock (now called Sayin Rock)
kept crockery store.
Before daybreak July 5, 1873, he gal
loped at breakneck speed from his
home into town, shouting out all the
way: Wake up; wake up the British
are landing" Gathering together all
the men and boys he could, he rushed
back to bush-whack them upon the
West Haven road, giving time for the
neighbors to pull UP the bridge plank.
Soon after, up to the corner rushed
'red-hot" Major David Atwater of Ce-
dar Hill Gather of all the Atwaters as
well as of thirteen children) upon his
Grey Dutch Mare"
Making his historic reply to the plea
that the people of the town could make
no resistance to regular troops, What!
Cant fight 'um; we've fit for UNI and
we kin fight a-gin UNI"
Knowing of some privateer guns
without wheels laying at the head of
the Long Wharf, he borrowed of Cap
tain Atwater, who kept tavern on
Fleet street. known in after years as
the Harris Tavern, a whffletree and
traces, hitched on to a gun having
ring in the brftch, mounted his mare
and bounced the ships Barker pell-
nell over the rough road to West
bridge, where mounted upon stones
from a stone fence and dashed down
with the trace chains pegged to the
ground TO keep it from kicking over it
beloved and Numbered to such an ex-
tent that when the British appeared in
sight they concluded from the smoke
and noise that the longer way to town
would be the better walking, so kept on
to Hotchkiss-town, where they could
wade the stream with hard bottom.
If New Haven could have had the
poet who wrote:
Listen, my children, and you shall
hear
OF the midnight ride of Paul Revere"
the names of Heizikiah Sabn, shouting
through the cleaning: THE British
are landing" and David Atwater
bouncing the old Ship Lawyer" be-
hind his Dutch Mare" to a spot where
1t could best speak for itself, would
have been embalmed in the urn of
fame and
THE rocks would left their heads of
their deeds to tell.
N. B.--As Harry Thompson, BEsq.,
(of most pleasant memory thinks Col
onel Sabin did not live at "Old Field
Black Rock" wiuld say that my great
grandma (who knew him welD always
spoke Of him as riding into town from
his home at the rack.
Our grandfather who run and fit and
fit and run Ga boy of fourteen, until
his powder horn was empty with Col
onel Sabins bush whackers.
when the farmers gave them ball for
ball
From behind each fence and barnyard
wall,
Chased by the Red-Coats down the
lane,
Then crossing the fields to pop at
them again,
Under the trees at the bend of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load,
often spoke of the Old Field Shore
Rock as "Sabin's Rock AS Co lionel
Sabin was the first to discover their
landing and fight them, he surely must
have bush whaeked there if he did not
picnic at the Rock.
II tongue the tale as twas tongued to
me-" So call it Sabins, Savln or Sa-
.tan's Rock, choose We. Sabin is histor-
&c. Satan is both historic and very sug-
gestive, while Savin is a misnomer, as
it should in truth he called "Spend-in
Rock" from the amount of time and
money there spent.
There was but one brick house on
State street above "Bradley's" Corner
estate and Chapel Streets. On the
northwest corner was store built by
Captain Abram Bradley for his two
sons Ahr-am and Jeraed,