Identifier: maineinhistoryro00lccmain (find matches)
Title: Maine in history and romance
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Maine Federation of Women's Clubs
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Publisher: Lewiston, Me. : Lewiston journal company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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he in-sisted, were hidden in our house. But when he saw my mothers face,so strong and sweet, for she was a handsome woman in her dark dresswith snow white cap and kerchief, he doffed his hat with a low bow andbegged her pardon for intruding on her family, but military orders com-pelled him to make the search. Mother bade him enter, and, telling mysister Betsy to conduct the gentlemen thru the house, she resumed herseat at the flax wheel by the window. Now of all of us six girls, sister Betsy was by far the handsomest.She loved nice clothes and my father brought home many beautifulthings from his foreign voyages and that kept her well supplied. Shewas a good match for any wit that came along and before the stern oflS-cer of H. M. S. had finished his search of our home, she had him quitetamed down and when he wanted to go into the loft over the backkitchen, entered by a trap door, she said, certainly, but he might takethe small-pox and ruin his complexion, as the bedding there was used
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Plate and Mug used by British officers at Avery HouseGrandmothers Jewel Box The Ferry, a Story of 1812 217 by some of my fathers sailors when they had lain there with the dis-ease. That was enough, he did not want to hunt further. In fact, the two deserters were lying there, shaking with fear, butSister Betsy saved them that time. How mother could be so calm wasa wonder to me. The officer withdrew, after a thoro search of houseand barn, as he considered it. That night, with a good supply of food,the young deserters were sped on their way up the river, where theywere to cross at the ferry and so get out of danger. Oh, how our heartstrembled lest they be taken before they reached there in safety. The same officer came back with several others later and werequartered in our house. My father was away on a sea voyage, as hewas captain of a large ship and brought home many fine things tomother and us girls. This blue mug and plate are some that the Brit-ish used while in our house. I will g

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