Identifier: summerdaysdownea00swee (find matches)
Title: Summer days down East
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Sweetser, M. F. (Moses Foster), 1848-1897
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Publisher: Portland : Chisholm Brothers
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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wams, and retreated in great hastedown the silent valley. The body of the venerable priest was mutilated,and his scalp taken to Boston, where it may still be preserved in sometime-blackened coffer amid the Massachusetts archives and trophies. Sixty years passed by, and the remnant of the tribe returned nomore. After the close of the Revolutionary War, a little group ofAmerican veterans came into the deserted valley, and made for them-selves farms; but the fertile plain on which the ancient village stoodstill remains desolate and empty, haunted by the spirits of the haplessaborigines. In one of Whittiers early poems ( Mogg Megone), thevillage and the massacre are described with epic power: — And where the house of prajer arose,And the holy hymn, at daylights close,And the aged priest stood up to blessThe children of the wilderness,There is nought save ashes, sodden and dank. And the birchen boats of the Norridgewock, Tethered to tree, and stump, and rock.Rotting along the river bank!
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North Anson. 59 Out from this long and level campagna, and from the grim mem-ories of the New-World crusades, the train rushes fast, and the spires andwhite houses of a modern Yankee town soon rise by the riverside.Madison Village has some large new woollen mills, and other signsof prosperous industry, and is connected by a bridge with Anson,beyond the Kennebec. The railroad crosses the river here, and faresaway northward through the woods to North Anson, the end of theroute, where the Carrabasset River enters the Kennebec, and the whirl-ing currents and plunges of the Carrabasset Falls afford interestingglimpses of river passion. North Anson is a brisk little village, with aDemocratic newspaper, two or three churches, and several small fac-tories, while near the end of the main street is the dingy old Academywhere so many successful men have received their education. TheCarrabasset River rushes merrily down through the village, affording noend of water-power, — that sovereign bless

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