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The History of Ludlow C
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With Biographical Sketches of Leading Citizens, Reminiscences, Genealogies, Farm Histories, and an Account of the Centennial Celebration, June 17, 1874
FIRST EDITION COMPILED BY ALFRED NOON, A.M. A FORMER PASTOR OF THE TOWN
SECOND EDITION REVISED AND ENLARGED
PRINTED BY VOTE OF THE TOWN
SPRINGFIELD, MASS .: SPRINGFIELD PRINTING AND BINDING COMPANY
1912
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PREFACE
THE day of appreciation of a work like this is never at the time when it is issued. The labor of research and compilation must be in a measure a labor of love.
The apparent unimportance of our contribution to the public may, after all, exist only in appearance. Few prominent public men claim Ludlow as their birthplace, nor does the town seek, like seven cities of old, to rest her fame on the reputation of some ungrateful son. This is but a quiet little neighborhood, occupying a humble position in the grand old Commonwealth.
But while the town has been unsung by bard, or unwritten by annalist, or unknown to the greater events of busy humanity, she may, from these very reasons, argue an individuality which is worthy of note. Her life is not merely memoir or public history, but is unique in possessing few of those features which so largely enter into the pic- ture of towns farther famed.
If New England has done aught for humanity, her accomplishments have had their inception in her homes, among her own sons and daughters. Her power found its origin at her firesides. The world must know that New England has had a life by itself. The student of that life, in all its characteristics, discovers an individuality and seeks to trace its causes. In such towns as Ludlow, they may be discovered easily. The glare of popular feats and popular men removed, we are permitted to look upon a specimen of pure, unadulterated New England life.
As the reader examines our folk-lore, then, we take pleasure in introducing him to the true New England home. These hardy yeomen, these toiling matrons, who have quarried and polished the hearthstones of a century, have been good fathers and mothers, and have been per- mitted to see successive generations of noble sons and daughters grow up around them, to call them and their institutions blessed. The fore- fathers sleep their last long slumber, but if you would see their handi-
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work, look not only at the broad acres and spacious barns, but also peer into the faces of their descendants, and read of the excellences and wis- dom of their sires.
We lift the veil of a century. If the fresco behind show in places the marks of age, need we wonder? If here and there a tint is so faded as to be indistinct, a stripe once distinct and beautiful may seem to have lost the uniformity at first given to its breadth, or the beauty of its curvature, charge the defacement to the account of Old Time itself. A magnificent work by one of the old masters has been lost by an attempt to renovate it; we give you our little picture as nature hands it to us.
The materials composing this volume have been, in the main, res- cued from memories which soon must fade away. In the absence of fulsome annals, the incidents have been obtained by conversation with octogenarians, and even nonagenarians, at their firesides and those of their neighbors. Grandsires hastening to the grave have been arrested in their faltering steps, and grandams disturbed in their medi- tations, that they might tune afresh the harps of early days for the eager ears of generations come and coming. Yellowed old deeds, lichen- painted tombstones, silent cellar holes and well-nigh forgotten boundary lines have been tributary to the work.
To all who have so kindly aided in giving desired information, we would extend hearty thanks. To the assiduous and painstaking chair- man of the Committee of Publication and his colaborers, in gathering the materials so profusely furnished the compiler, the town is under particular obligation. The beauty of these pages, and tasty appear- ance of the volume, themselves speak for the publishers. The thanks of the town is more than due to them who have so cheerfully furnished those portraits of themselves or their friends, with which the volume is embellished. The Centennial Exercises will be read again with delight, and reread by successive audiences, who shall by their interest give the meed of praise to those who rendered that eventful cele- bration a feast of reason as well as a glad reunion.
More than a word is due to the historian of that day. Other towns may glory over the prowess of their corporate ancestors, but it will be discovered that our historian regaled his appreciative auditors with choicest tidbits from the town's own life. The pens of other ready writers may have improved such occasions in tracing excellent homilies
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on grand themes; the gentleman, to whom reference is made here, found in the word "Ludlow" an inspiration all-sufficient for his task.
The compiler of the history, as sensible of his own incapacity, per- haps, as the sharpest critic, asks the indulgence of those most inter- ested, wishing to them and their successors on the domain of Ludlow the fondest blessings which can come from enterprise and thrift, and good homes, and good hearts.
Ludlow Center, 1875.
PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION
TO RETAIN intact this former preface with its beauty of sentiment and expression, and to retain intact with additions and corrections to date the entire history of the town of Ludlow as published in 1875, has been the desire and aim of the Ludlow Town History Committee of 1911.
The passage of the thirty-six intervening years has brought to Lud- low the many changes which only time can bring Many families prominent in the town in 1875 are with us now only in name. Old homes full of historic lore and interest are abandoned and fast falling into decay. New homes and new people are making their impress upon the history of the town from day to day. Any effort to make our history more authentic, must come at this time while we still have access to the experiences and memories of those who have known and lived in the earlier days, and of those, whose present day experiences are still fresh in mind.
While this work probably cannot be absolute, the committee have appreciated the ready response to all inquiries, and the personal interest manifested by many of the townspeople, former and present, and desire to express their thanks to all. Especially do the committee appreciate the untiring efforts and work of their honorary member, whose years of close association with town affairs and experience as a member of the History Committee of 1875, have made invaluable his services rendered.
For themselves the committee would quote the words of the former compiler and "ask the indulgence of those most interested, wishing to them and their successors on the domain of Ludlow, the fondest blessings which can come from enterprise and thrift, and good homes, and good hearts."
BENJAMIN F. BURR, Honorary member, MISS EVANORE O. BEEBE, Honorary member, HENRY I. CARVER, GILLEN D. ATCHINSON,* DANFORTH W. SIKES, MRS. AMELIA J. CLARK, MRS. ALEXANDER C. BIRNIE, GEORGE H. SPRAGUE.
Ludlow, 1911.
* Deceased. George H. Sprague chosen to fill the vacancy.
TOWN HISTORY COMMITTEE, 1911.
Upper Row-George H. Sprague, Mrs. A. C. Birnie, Henry I. Carver. Center Row-Benjamin F. Burr, Miss E. O. Beebe. Lower Row-Gillen D. Atchinson, Mrs. A. J. Clark, Danforth W. Sikes.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PART I
PAGE
I. ANTE-LUDLOW 19
II. TOPOGRAPHY 43
III. TOWN ANNALS 47
IV. TOWN DEVELOPMENT 93
V. FIRST OR TOWN CHURCH .
127
VI. OTHER CHURCH ORGANIZATIONS 177
VII. INDUSTRIAL HISTORY . 207
VIII. EDUCATIONAL INTERESTS .
235
PART II
I. BIOGRAPHIES 265
II. HISTORIC REMINISCENCES 319
III. GENEALOGIES 337
IV. FARMS OF LUDLOW
475
PART III
THE CENTENNIAL . .
506
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
CHESTER W. CHAPIN Frontispiece
TOWN HISTORY COMMITTEE.
ix
AN OLD-FASHIONED FIREPLACE. 18
INTERIOR OF F. L. BURR'S BUNGALOW 29
BUNGALOW OF F. L. BURR ON FACING HILL ROCK. 30
34
ARTHUR D. KING'S HOUSE 35 37
THE DORMAN HOUSE .
40
JOSHUA CLARK PLACE.
54
A TAX BILL OF 1815 56
TAX BILL .. 57
HARTFORD BANKNOTE OF 1826. 60
BOSTON BANKNOTE OF 1828
61
TOWN OFFICERS, 1911.
65
REVENUE RECEIPT.
72
GRAND ARMY VETERANS, SONS OF VETERANS, CADETS, AND SCHOOL GIRLS,
MEMORIAL DAY, 1911
80
CADETS IN FRONT OF SOLDIERS' MONUMENT, MEMORIAL DAY, 1911. 81
HEADSTONE OF HANNAH OLDS 84
FOOTSTONE OF HANNAH OLDS. 85
OLD LUDLOW BRIDGE ACROSS CHICOPEE RIVER. 94
101
HOME OF GEORGE N. HUBBARD.
104
THE ELY FULLER TAVERN.
105
THE DAN HUBBARD HOUSE.
106
INTERIOR LUDLOW SAVINGS BANK
110
LUDLOW COURT ROOM.
113
HUBBARD MEMORIAL LIBRARY .
115
SADDLEBAGS FORMERLY BELONGING TO ASHBEL BURR.
116
SWORD, SASH, AND BELT PRESENTED TO CAPTAIN H. A. HUBBARD BY THE TOWN OF LUDLOW 117
LUDLOW HOSPITAL BUILDING
119
EDWARD EARLE CHAPMAN. 122
FIRST MEETING-HOUSE. 126
PEW IN FIRST CHURCH BUILDING.
132
FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, LUDLOW CENTER. 133
PARSONAGE OF FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, LUDLOW CENTER. 136
REV. ELIJAH HEDDING, D.D. 149
REV. E. B. WRIGHT . 153
JAMES OSMYN KENDALL. 169
FIRST COMMUNION SERVICE. . 171
OLD METHODIST CHURCH AT LUDLOW CENTER.
176
INTERIOR OF METHODIST CHURCH. .
183
NEW METHODIST CHURCH, LUDLOW VILLAGE
185
UNION CHURCH, 1845.
187
METHODIST CHURCH, JENKSVILLE
191
HOME OF COL. JOHN MILLER
191
UNION CHURCH, 1905. 196
ST. ANDREW'S EPISCOPAL CHURCH. 200
ST. ANDREW'S EPISCOPAL CHURCH-INTERIOR .
201
ST. JEAN BAPTISTE CHURCH. . 205
A LUDLOW FARMER. . 207
CALKINS' CHAIRS, AND BOTTLES FROM LUDLOW GLASS WORKS. 208
ON STEPSTONE OF ONE OF THE FIRST HOUSES BUILT IN LUDLOW
FARM BUILDINGS OF JAMES M. WHITE
LUDLOW RESERVOIR WITH GATE-HOUSE AND DWELLING
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LIST OF ILLUSTRTIONS
THE HARRIS MILL .. 209
ARCH BELOW H. I. CARVER'S MILL
210
HENRY INGALLS CARVER. 214
HENRY I. CARVER'S MILL, LUDLOW CITY.
215
AN OLD-TIME PICTURE OF JENKSVILLE.
218
ONE OF THE FIRST HOUSES BUILT AT JENKSVILLE BY THE SPRINGFIELD MANU- FACTURING COMPANY. 219
ONE OF THE NOTES ISSUED BY THE COMPANY
221
OFFICERS OF THE LUDLOW MANUFACTURING ASSOCIATES. 224
OFFICE BUILDING OF LUDLOW MANUFACTURING ASSOCIATES 226
No. 6 MILL.
227
RED BRIDGE DAM
229
BUSINESS BLOCK, SHOWING POST OFFICE .
230
ATHLETIC FIELD.
231
STEVENS MEMORIAL BUILDING
232
GRAMMAR SCHOOL, CHESTNUT STREET
234
MRS. JULIA (MILLER) SMITH .
240
DR. J. W. HANNUM'S RESIDENCE.
242
LUDLOW HIGH SCHOOL. .
245
SCHOOL COMMITTEE AND ASSESSORS .
252
"WINDING WAVE"
261
LEMUEL HAWLEY BRIGHAM.
268
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN BURR.
271
DR. JAMES WILSON HANNUM .
278
"CHUMS"-ALICE HANNUM AND HER DOG.
280
NATHAN ALONZO HARRIS.
285
CAPTAIN HENRY A. HUBBARD
289
THE MILLER BROTHERS.
293
DR. AARON J. MILLER.
297
WILBUR FISK MILLER
301
DEACON ELISHA TAYLOR PARSONS.
304
CHARLES DEXTER ROOD.
307
C. D. ROOD AND LITTLE FRIENDS. 309
J. DEXTER ROOD.
310
MRS. J. DEXTER ROOD. .
310
DEACON AND MRS. ALVA SIKES.
312
A FAMILY GATHERING AT W. F. MILLER'S.
336
COLONEL JOHN MILLER AND FAMILY.
427
SONS OF ASAHEL ROOD
453
CHARLES A. WHITE.
471
MARVIN KING.
476
HOME OF MRS. WARREN D. FULLER.
480
ELISHA FULLER HOUSE.
481
THE B. F. BURR HOMESTEAD.
483
HOME OF HENRY A. MUNSING.
484
FARM BUILDINGS OF C. D. ROOD
486
THE MOSES ROOD PLACE.
488
THE FRANKLIN NASH HOUSE.
489
HOME OF CHARLES S. BENNETT
.490
HOME OF EDWARD EARLE CHAPMAN.
.492
HENRY DAMON HOUSE AT LUDLOW CITY 493
HOME OF RUTHERFORD H. FERRY. 494
HOME OF HENRY I. CARVER.
495
HOME OF ARTHUR T. WARNER 496
CENTENNIAL COMMITTEE. 510
REV. J. WEBSTER TUCK. 537
282
JAMES HENDERSON.
PART I
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AN OLD-FASHIONED FIREPLACE
THE HISTORY
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Who constitute a town-The red man-Indian names-Relics of a departed race-An ancient armory-Legend of camp fires-Of the Leap-Of the alleged Facing Hills murder-The tenure of soil-Springfield of old- Charles II .- A Yankee trick-The commons-Sections of commons-Line of commons-Allotments-The river-Early settlers-The tar business-Joseph Miller-Others-A wooing-Glimpse at the region-Church service-Prop- osition for district-Will they get an organization?
A COUNTRY, a state, a town, consists of the inhabitants thereof. Whatever the place is, or fails to be, depends not upon the conditions of its soil or weather, so much as on the people enjoying or braving the same. Spain, in the most favored of latitudes, may fail to influence its nearest neighbors, while a band of hardy colonists among the frozen seas, singing their sagas while reefing the sails of rude smacks, may make the name of Iceland famous. Our first acquaintance, then, will be with the earlier inhabitants of the territory now known as Ludlow.
The history of the region before the paleface had appropriated these lands is preserved only in tradition. Some portions of these broad acres were, evidently, favorite haunts of the red man. The names Mineachogue and Wallamanumps preserve the flavor of the aboriginal. The former name seems to have been applicable to the whole eastern region of Wilbraham and Ludlow, 'and signifies "Berry land." The latter word seems to have been applied to falls of the "Chicuepe," now at Ludlow Mills and Indian Orchard. Places are pointed out in the town which the red man made his favorite resorts. At one spot the discoloration of the rocks is alleged to have come from the frequent camp fires of the Indians. At other places, both in the extreme north and all the plain region, the frequency with which arrowheads are found, and chippings of flint and stone, indicate that another nation than our own once used this region as the seat of an extensive armory.
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Of the legendary lore of the territory, there seem to have been some specimens. After the destruction of Springfield by fire, October 4, 1675, the warriors retreated eastward six miles, as we are informed by the annalists. The place of their encampment is said to have been on the peninsula, in the south part of the town, known as the Indian Leap, where twenty-four smoldering camp fires and some abandoned plunder were all the vestiges remaining the next morning.
Of course, the story of all stories concerning the Indians, within the limits of the present town, is the familiar one respecting the leap of Roaring Thunder and his men, in the time of King Philip's war. Although the account is wholly legendary, there is therewith so fine a flavor of the aboriginal, that it has ever been popular among those fond of folklore. It is reported that the band of warriors was camping on the sequestered peninsula, lulled into quiet by the sound of the roaring fall of water, precipitously tumbling scores of feet over the rocks, within a half mile of the stream bed. Some aver, that upon this point there were spread the wigwams of the Indians, and quite a company of them made the place their home; that at the time these tragic events occurred, the red men had captured one of the women from Masacksick (Long- meadow), and were pursued by the intrepid settlers, and finally dis- covered in their rude home on the banks of the river. In the midst of their quiet and solitude, came the alarm that the white men were closely following up their trail into the thicket. There was no retreat. They had taught the paleface the meaning of "no quarter," and could expect naught but retaliation. Only one way of escape presented itself, and that was into the jaws of death. To the brink of the fearful precipice, then, before the backwaters of the corporation pond had reduced the distance a hundred feet, did the painted braves dash on, and over into the wild waters and upon the ragged rocks they leaped, directly into the arms of hungry death. Roaring Thunder is said to have watched while each of his company leaped into the frightful chasm, and then, taking his child high in his arms, casting one glance back upon the wigwam homes, he followed the rest into the rushing waters. The pursuers looked, wonderingly, over the jutting sandstone walls; but one living redskin met their eyes, and he was disappearing among the inaccessible forest trees which skirted the other shore.
There have been received two accounts of the Indian Leap affair; one from Hon. G. M. Fisk of Palmer, the other from Hon. Edwin Booth
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of Philadelphia, both connoisseurs in local traditions. We give the points of divergence from the narration of the text. Mr. Fisk says:
The story purported to have come from a Spirit. The little island near the Leap was said to be the place where the Indians sat around their council fires and judged their captives. There used to be a cave in the rocks where, it was said, the chief had his headquarters, and I believe to this day there is a sort of hole in the ledge where the Indians pounded their corn.
The story was that a party of Indians had assembled on the island to judge a captive, when they were surprised by the whites, fled to the shore, leaving in their haste their weapons behind them, and betook themselves to the little peninsula forming the Indian Leap. Here they were trapped, as there was no alternative but surrender or plunge down the precipice. They hesitated a moment, when the old chief took his little son in his arms, gave the war- whoop and plunged down the precipice. The rest followed, and all were killed except a squaw, who caught on an overhanging limb, but a shot from the pur- suing party put an end to her.
The following poem by Mr. Fisk was published in pamphlet form in 1844.
The Autumn frosts had sear'd the leaf, And weary peasant stored his sheaf; And cold December bent his bow To shoot the wintry storms of snow.
'Twas night, the curfew chime had past, And footsteps traced the sidewalk fast; The Moon rode victor of the night And bathed the village in her light.
I wander'd forth in thoughtful mood, To muse on Earth's unequal brood; When sad imagination's guide Led me along the river side.
One special path I chose to trace And in its windings kept my pace, Which led o'er mounds from tree to tree And overlooked the Chick-o-pee.
A little isle that breaks the stream Pale Luna showed me by her gleam. I paused awhile, the spot I viewed, And then again my course pursued.
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But suddenly beneath my feet A precipice my gaze did meet; And far down in the rocky shade The river with the ledges played.
And from its wild and bold career A voice ascended to my ear, That seemed to speak in verbal tones Of tragic days long past and gone.
Long, long I gazed far down the steep, Where foaming waters never sleep; Until my brain reeled from its base, And caused me to my steps retrace.
Another path my feet betook, That bound a grove by lengthy crook, Which I pursued o'er mound and ledge Until I reached the river's edge.
And there beside an ancient tree I sat myself in reverie; Watching the ripples of the stream,
That glisten'd in the moon's pale beam.
The Autumn breeze went sadly by, With notes of grief and plaintive sigh; And through the branches o'er my head, It softly whispered of the dead.
My thoughts were turned to days of yore, When red men trod that very shore; And while the truth upon me broke, I raised my head and thus I spoke :-
"O! tell me now, thou moaning breeze, Ye gray old rocks and ancient trees, Tell me, sad river, in thy flow, Where is that race of red men now?"
Scarce had I spoke, when all around The cliffs gave echo to the sound, And whispering spirits flitted by, And climb'd the ledges wild and high.
Then on the lucent stream I gazed, Where meteors fell and faintly blazed, When I beheld with wonder, too, An Indian in his bark canoe.
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My heart beat quick, then sank with fear, As he to me his course did steer. And soon the wielding of his oar Brought safe his bark unto the shore.
Scarce had he reached the river's side Ere to its rocks he made a stride, And with a strong, intrepid hand He drew his skiff upon the land.
Then, turning with an air so bold It made my very blood run cold, Towards my seat his steps he bent, As if on some revenge intent.
An instant more and at my feet The warrior stood in form complete; His plumes and dress in tatters hung, His knife was gone and bow unstrung.
He upward gazed upon the sky, While lightning darted from his eye. And at the sight fear from me fled, And unto him I spake and said :-
"O! tell me, red man, whence thou came, What is thy errand, what thy name, Where is the race that claims thy bow, And where are all thy kindred now?"
He turned his eyes, they fell on me. He spoke and said, "Paleface, 'tis thee That brought me to this rocky shore, Which often I have traced before.
"I am not mortal, but my name Was Wa-ha-waugh, 'tis still the same, And from the land of spirits fair I've come with dress I once did wear."
Here then he paus'd, and dropp'd his head. I spoke again to him, and said,
"Immortal red man, if thou art, A tale I wish thee to impart.
"I've heard of one about yon cove, Where I this very night did rove; And since this land is known to you I ween you'll tell me if 'tis true.
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"O! tell me of the tawny race That once this shore were wont to trace, And tell me why thy bow's unstrung, And why thy quiver is unslung?
"'Tis wondrous strange to see thee here, At first thou fill'd my soul with fear, But now I trust thou mean'st no ill, Then answer me if 'tis thy will."
He turned to me, as was my choice, And thus began with hollow voice, While his wild eye flash'd deathly fire, As if in rage of kindred ire:
"Paleface, thou need'st not harbor fear, The Great High Spirit sent me here; He heard thee long for truth invoke And thus to me the Spirit spoke:
"'Go, red man, go, thou chieftain brave, Go tell the paleface of thy grave; Go tell him one sad tale of yore, And of the wrongs thy kindred bore.'
"At his command I quickly came. You know my errand and my name. And now a tragic tale I'll tell, Of what unto my kin befell.
"When o'er these fields in gone-by days, The wild red deer were wont to graze And oft while sporting free apace, Fell bleeding by the hunter's chase.
"A mighty race my kindred were That roamed the forest wild and fair, They built their wigwams thickly round And happiness their firesides crown'd.
"These pleasant lands were all our own And where we chose we made our home. No prowling foe our track besought Nor cruel wrongs our vengeance taught.
"This eddying river in its flow Has often borne the light canoe, And here the wild duck sporting came, But floated bleeding by our aim.
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"But fleeting years produced a change, O'er winding vale and mountain range. Our scenes of comfort turned to war, Which ended life and mark'd a scar.
"The pale men o'er the ocean came,
. And left a land of wealth and fame. We spread our blankets for their bed, And for their food our venison spread.
"At first they were a little band, Weak and defenseless in our land; But soon they strengthen'd in our view, And to a mighty nation grew.
"They cleared our forests, kill'd our game, And built their hamlets on the plain. They robb'd our streams, and spoil'd our chase And dealt ungrateful with our race.
"We saw their wrongs and their intent And on revenge our hearts were bent. We bared our knives, our bows we strung, And on our shoulders quivers hung.
"We burned their dwellings in the night And scalp'd their young men in the fight. . We bound our captives to the tree And seal'd with death their destiny.
"Our council fires that nightly burned Were fed with blood when squads returned. The victim's cry and dying groan Could only for our wrongs atone.
"But ah! the white men were too strong, They bravely fought my brothers long; They slew our bravest in the field, And we at length were forc'd to yield.
"And on the lands that skirt this stream Was witnessed once a tragic scene. Here died the remnant of my tribe The end of which I will describe.
"On yonder island which you saw My little band once sat in awe. Two captives there in terror stood To wait their doom, be what it should.
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"I scarce had gave the dread command, Ere we beheld a paleface band, Displaying pomp and martial skill, Come rushing down yon rising hill.
"Fear filled our hearts, we seized the oar And darted swiftly to the shore, Leaving our captives at the stake, Determined our escape to make.
"But ah! our fate we soon did know For we could not evade the foe. With deathly shots my band they drove Until we reached yon fearful cove.
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