The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1908-03-26

were so partisan that they have given
us and the world no chronicles of their
wrongs. No deep student of our his
tory can now contemplate these things,
and the doom of the poor Indians, with
out emotions of sadness"
even that they lived is for their conquer
or's tongue,
BY foes alone their death-s0ng must be sung.
No chronicles but theirs shall tell
Their mournful doom to future times
May these upon their virtues dwell,
And in their fate forget their crimes
"Well," said my friend. els not the
history of all nations more or less par
tisan?" "Yes," indeed" | replied,
"and so far as | can learn our country
is no worse in this respect than other
great nations "But let me finish my
story in connection with this romance
of Arnold's invasion. After Burr be-
came old and feeble and was obliged to
live on charity, Chestnutiana who kept
a genteel boarding house in the old
John Jay mansion, learning that she
was Burr's daughter, took the poor old
man to her home and cared for him in
his last illness. History states that a
Scotch woman, a former friend, gave
him a home in his last days Now
who was this Scotch woman?' l have
always thought that it was none other
than Chestnutiana, daughter of Jacat-
aqua, who was styled the Queen of
the Kennebec," and also the daughter
of Aaron Burr" "What finally became
of Jacataqua?" inquired my friend
Tradition claims that after Burr shot
Hamilton and was an exile in Europe
she drowned herself in He'll Gate"
replied. "Well," said my friend, chat
is very interesting romance; but now
how far are we from the place on this
river where Arnold's picked men on
their return from Sartigan with pro-
visions met or overlook his starving
army?"
"Well, let me see," l replied 81
should judge from a hasty estimate
some 50 or 40 miles from here" "The
army must have been in horrible con-
dition by that time" he said. Eyes,
that is true enough. | have always
thought that had it not been for Jacat-
aquas trusted rifle in bringing down
some big game from the time the starv-
ing army left the Falls where we
camped night before last until Arnold's
picked men under Lieutenant Church
brought food and relief to them in the
| wilderness, nearly all the army might
have starved" "What a sight it must
have been,' said my friend, "to have
seen this starving, dying army in the
! wilderness, and especially when they
caught sight of Arnold's picked men
under Lieutenant Church with oxen
and carts laden with provisions for
them" 'Ah, my FRIEND" | said, as |
i jumped up and stretched my limbs and
| looked at him, noticing as | did so a
sadness in his eyes, cit was picture
for an artist. No pen or tongue can
describe it. These poor, starving,
dying soldiers sent up shout that was
heard for miles, while those who were
too weak from hunger and sickness even
to rise from the ground mingled their
weak voices of joy with those of their
stronger comrades at arms. Many OF
the soldiers cried like children, and
whole companies of them fell upon the
OK carts and provisions and before they
| by Major Meigs, Bigelow, Captain
| lives by over indulgence OF appetite.
Rev. Jacob Baily, one of the early
missionaries of the church of England
on the Kennebec, states in his journal
of this invasion, which have examin-
ed, that when relief came to them in
the wilderness near Sartigan, or the
French settlement in Canada, the SOL
diers were mere skeletons and many
were barefooted and covered with
vermin. They had lost all their boats,
and after the ragged army arrived at
Sartigan Arnold, the rebel, who had
taken up arms against his king, found
that 300 of his soldiers had persisted in
the deep, dark wilderness"
REV. Jacob Baily was an old Loyal
ist was he not?" inquired my friend.
"Why, certainly" replied. "He was
learned and able man, for all that, and
was of course bitter against the patri-
OTIS, or rebels as he called them.
When Arnold appeared with his army
of invasion on the Kennebec he called
him and his soldiers miserable wretches,
who were engaged in wicked and un.
just cause against their sovereign
He was often ill-treated by the patriots
and mobbed. Soon after the Revolu.
ton he left our country for Canada,
with other Tories, and died in 1908 at
Port Royal, Nova Scotia.