The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1906-07-26
1857. It consisted of my father and

line DAY OF our moving NdS Colu anu
gray. snow was threatening but the
ground was still bare: Joseph Wade,
retired sea captain, drove my mother
and sisters in his carriage. tie was
typical sailor, grutf and stern, but with
neart full of kindness. Long since he
made his last port.
Our nearest neighbor was Major
George Davis. He was likewise our
first caller. His military title, always
bestowed, was a product OF militia
days, and was won on the old time
training field of Palermo. He and my
grandfather, Jonathan Hatch, were OF
about the same age. Both were Ad-
ventists. Such congenial spirits. such
long asserting gospel discourses. My
grandfather had an excellent memory,
and whole chapters from Revelations
were repeated in support of his faith,
and to the delight and editcatlon OF
of our neighbor. Though striving to
COMPREHEND. it was all a great mystery
TO me. There was much about the
wicked, and their place as "aShes I'M
der the feet of the righteous Great
fear came to my chiId's mind that in
such future state it might be my fate
to be only ashes. The worthy Major
and my grandfather long ago crossed
over the river. Peace to their memo
ries Now they both know.
With anxious steps | entered the
village school the winter term OF 1e67-
IS. school was pot yet III session but
the room was filled with romplng
scholars. Two boys were ''ra5tllng,
under the direction OF champions:
Others were chasing about the ROOM
few of the studious were working to-
gether over some plzzllng problem.
For initiation. on entrance, was
seized and tossed around as ball by
the big boys The bell rang and order
in a measure was secured.
The teacher was john / Fletcher. lie
afterwards became leading physician
of Belfast. and died few years ago.
An imposing monument to his memory
can be seen in Belfast's beautiful
cemetery on the hill. Mr. Fletcher
was then a young man just returned
from the war. He was still college
student. Packed in the room were
nearly a hundred scholars. On the
back seats. The big boys and girls,
on their respective sides; to the front,
all others in regular graduation ac-
cording to size, ending with the small
est three in a seat | found myself
among the uncomfortable three-ln-a-
seat class.
What an array of faces memory re-
calls Boys of mems statue, two or
three who had served in the campaigns
and battles of the Civil war, boys and
girls who have since gone far from the
home of their schooldays, others WHO
have gone to their long home. Memory
recalls Dal and Bert knoWlton, James
J.. Knowlton, Louis, Allen, Bella and
Ed Fowler, Ed. Johnson, Crosby
knowlton. Linden Chaplin, Roland
Cox. Quincy Bean, Corydon Priest,
Clarence and ALBERT Hurd, Walter
Know ton Charles knowlton, Will
knowlton. Edward Clough, George
Hamilton and AIverado Roweil, Helen
and .lDbie Coup, Nancy CaTgiIl. Lucia
and Annie Bean, Florence Aver, Clara
Woodman. Edith and Addie Greeley,
Addie Place. Julia >ibley, Eva Woods,
and my sister Lilly
OF Ahe unterTltied small boys, of
whom | became one. there were Less
I4rd. Lester and Jameson Garden,
Adna Chaplin, Bonnie Bean, Herbert
R9Wen. George and Fred Gilman,
Frank Aver. I'd kuoWlton. VIII Gree
.ev. Warren Cox and kleber knoWlton,
SON OF John c. KnoWlton, and common
Is known as "Teuip u ohm see"
What a babe ri bULZing whispers
But mark there was d limit to WhlS-
uering. Where OF what was scarcely
known. but was evidenced by the fire.