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plows. W. P. Davis and Son had a cart, wherein was an anvil and a fire fanned by a bellows over a century old. A horse-shoe was made while the procession was moving. In another cart Joseph H. Davis, carriage-maker, put spokes into a wheel on the route. Durham Band rejuvenated furnished music. Old regimental flags floated over all. Citizens in carriages closed the procession.
At 2 P. M. there was a Ball Game, followed by Potato Race, Egg and Spoon Race, 100 Yard Dash, Sack Race, etc.
The Literary Program, which was interrupted for dinner, consisted of Music, Address of Welcome by the Rev. Edgar L. Warren, Prayer by the Rev. John Cobb, Song, "Home, Sweet Home," by Mrs. Ada Cary Sturgis. Then followed an address by the Hon. Nelson Dingley, Jr. Since it treated largely of historical matters it need not here be reproduced. One passage, however, so well states the old mode of living that it ought to be preserved.
" If we could bring before us to-day the simple and frugal manner in which the first settlers of Durham were compelled to live, and compare it with the methods of living in this commu- nity at the present time, it would be a most impressive object lesson illustrating our progress in material prosperity. Picture to yourself the scattered log-cabins of the early settlers, with one room, as the common cooking, dining and living room, and another as the common sleeping room, each lighted by a single pane of glass, and warmed by one fire, without a carpet, easy chairs, or a single article of luxury, and you have the houses in which they lived. For food, rye took the place of flour bread ; and pork and beans or peas, or fried salt pork, or fish was the staple. Tea and coffee and sugar were used only on great occasions. For books, the Bible with some- times another volume sufficed. Newspapers scarcely were known. In clothing, rough, ready-made clothes sufficed. In those days an organ or a piano in one of these houses would have astonished the town. Luxuries were unknown. Whatever was not grown on the cleared land or found in the forest was brought on the backs of horses through paths in the woods from Portland or Freeport. Money was scarce, and fifty cents per day was considered good wages. The poorest family in Dur- ham to-day has more luxuries and lives far better than the richest in those 'good old times.'"
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Dr. David B. Strout responded to the toast, the People of Durham. Z. K. Harmon read a biographical sketch of Col. Isaac Royall. The Rev. I. C. Knowlton told of the Progress of Temperance. Prof. Fred M. Warren spoke of the Musicians of Durham. Miss Durgin, granddaughter of Dr. John Converse, gave an original poem. In the afternoon there was an address by the Hon. William P. Frye. William D. Roak spoke for the Farmers of Durham. Lewis C. Robinson represented the Mechanics. The Rev. George Plummer told of the many min- isters born in Durham. The Hon. William H. Newell extolled the Teachers. Dr. Charles E. Williams had good words to say of the Physicians. The Rev. Wm. Shailer Hascall reviewed Durham's Missionaries. The singing of " America " closed the program.
To recount the good stories told, the social reunions, the merriment, the hand-shaking with old acquaintances, the hospitality and enthusiasm would fill too many pages. The people of Durham love their native heath. The Centennial celebration was a great occasion. Many would like to see another. The poem is worthy of preservation and is here given in full.
POEM.
BY MISS ELIZABETH CONVERSE DURGIN.
I. Wondrous spirit of the Past,
Erst so shadowy and vast, For a little, fold thy wings, Be to us a friend that sings
Mournful legends, ballads gay ;
Wafts with morning-breath away Mists that o'er the landscape lay ; Tells, with tender voice and low, Stories quaint of long ago.
Seventeen hundred and sixty-three! Men were learning to be free. Grand old woods of Royalsboro' Guarded lands, where not a furrow Ere had cut through fern and moss,- Emblem of life's daily cross.
A RUSTIC BRIDGE.
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Quivering leaves were whispering, Busy birds, poised on the wing, Heard, with flutterings of fear, Human footsteps drawing near.
O ye wounded trees and riven ! Special grace to you was given. Never yet such honor paid Druid worshiper in shade Of the mighty oaks of old As to you the woodman bold, When for sacrifice elected, You, that happy birds protected, Shuddering, fell beneath his blows, And our first log house arose.
Sunbeams peeped to see the wonder, Breezes blew the leaves asunder, Touched three lads with soft caressing, Whispered tenderly a blessing. Merry echoes now rejoice, Mimicking each childish voice, Calling gayly to each other, Clearly ringing, "Father! Mother!"
Through the sound of childish prattle Clashed the news of far-off battle. Goodman Gerrish paused and listened, Tears in Mary's sad eyes glistened, On her baby's face dropped down, First-born child of this fair town. Smile of babe or tears of wife Cannot keep him from the strife, Loyal heart and loyal life Bears he, where, midst fear and trembling, Patriots are for war assembling.
How can tongue or pen relate How a woman learned to wait Days and weeks and months, while all Solemn, dark, and still, and tall,
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Closed the forest trees around, In their tops a mournful sound, As of sobbing and of wailing, As of sorrow unavailing, While, within their shadows hiding, Haply, savage foe was gliding, Or the wild beasts, prowling near, Chilled her mother-heart with fear.
Womanwise, her work she wrought, Grief and pain and hunger fought. Who in vain His word hath claimed, In whom, since the worlds were framed, Every fatherhood is named Who in woe of life or death, Like a mother comforteth ?
Round that humble home, I ween, Trooped white angels, strong, unseen, Bearing answer to the prayer Of the brave, true woman there.
Home at last her good man came, Fame makes music with his name; Tells how new homes rising round him Still a kindly father found him ; Sings how first his gentle grace Gave the dead a burial place. Broken by the cruel plough, Stone nor mound proclaims it now.
Gone are Charles and William Gerrish, Yet their memory may not perish, This shall children's children cherish.
II.
When our grandfathers met in their newly-made town, The wisest, absorbed in a study most brown, The poet before whose entranced soul there flitted Rare, wonderful dreams, the most ready-witted, Could never, by study, or dream, or acumen, Forecasting the century's story, illumine
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Its pathway, more wondrous than Israel trod, When through the Red Sea they went, following God.
Nor could our dear grandmothers, young then and rosy, As, with hemlock-brooms swept they their living-rooms cosy, Or looked from their windows on blue fields of flax, And saw there incipient dresses and sacks,
Or, noting the lambkins so playful and winning, Made housewifely plans for the next winter's spinning, These grandmothers, say I, so modest and sweet, Could never have guessed that the babes at their feet Would look upon miracles, calm-eyed, serene, Such as from the beginning had never been seen. Those were days of slow living and ponderous thought, Those first days of freedom, with blood and tears bought, When the home-returned soldier recounted, with pride, How many enlisted, what heroes had died, What battles were fought, and what wounds had been borne, What scars would, till death, for sweet glory be worn.
Then over the baby his tall form he bent, To teach the dear name of the first president, And how thirteen stars on our banner were shining, While King George the Third on his throne was repining. Then the Bible was brought, and the chapter was read, And the prayer, in voice reverent and solemn, was said ; And the stories of battle and music of psalm Seemed to blend in strange harmony under night's calm.
There were schools for the youth, and demand for young birch, Law upheld the Gospel in the Orthodox church; Where good Parson Herrick, high over his flock, Proclaimed our God's sovereignty-faith's firmest rock. And while children, restless like birds in a cage, Long to see the tall parson turn o'er the last page, The choir, in patience, the " Amen " expect, And turn to their places in "Watts and Select."
But up from the groves of West Durham there rang The voices of many who shouted and sang,
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And, though crying, " Take heed lest ye fall from His grace," Declared that God's love every soul doth embrace ; O'er the preacher's rude stand the glory descended, And the prayer-incense rose ere the sermon was ended, And, wrapt into ecstasy, many a mourner Found Heaven begin at the Methodist Corner.
As buildeth the wise man, so builded the Friends. When from lowering clouds the tempest descends, Firm standeth their meeting-house on a rock founded, By the beauty of God and His terrors surrounded. On First-day and Fifth-day, in silence and peace, Assembled the Quakers, bade worldly care cease ; There sat they together, and sought for the strength That through quiet and confidence cometh at length.
"The children of Light" found the true light within, Through whose shining the kingdom of God they should win. In stillness of spirit, with no uttered word, They waited, that so the Lord's voice might be heard. In their hearts spake they often in hymn or in psalnı, But truth broke through silence, zeal stirred under calm, God uttered His voice through man's lips, and, erelong, The deep inward melody burst into song.
On, my muse, with thy verse ! bid thy light feet trip faster ! We must visit a moment the district school master. The boys and girls rise, as we enter the school, With bows and with curtseys, for this is the rule. The long class, with toes on a crack in the floor, Making much of their learning, with earnest gaze pore O'er the spelling-book's pages (Noah Webster's) and find Stories thrilling and stirring, with morals to bind.
Then the parsing-class coolly, of guilt unaware, Dissect grand old Milton, discuss and compare, With their erudite master, their varied opinions, While he sits as a prince in the midst of his minions. The benches will bear on to distant posterity Names carved with sharp jack-knives, that worked with celerity. O mischievous fingers! you've learned since to wield The pen in the study, the sword in the field.
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LOOKING DOWN THE RIVER FROM UNION CHURCH.
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At the parsonage-hearth a while let us linger ; Parson Herrick's wife touches her lips with her finger, And points to where Jacob, absorbed in his sermon, Ponders on Christian oneness,-" like dew upon Hermon." The logs in the fire-place in splendor are blazing, The cats sit around on the flames gravely gazing ; In the wide chimney-corner, with sad face averted, Mourns glorious-eyed Sally, her young life deserted.
Elizabeth, plain of face, sweet with good-will, Must manifold duties with fleetness fulfill, Must churn, scrub and cook, must sew, spin and weave, And teach boys and girls what things to believe ; For on Saturday hears she the short catechism, To guard against heresy, darkness and schism. ( maiden, so strong, so faithful, so true ! God give thee Heaven's sweetness after life's rue !
The Doctor, who, cheerful, his "weary" way wends, Will stop for an instant to favor his friends, Show his store of strong drugs, whose most excellent quality Is enhanced when well mixed with his own fun and jollity. Ah ! many a babe has been born and grown up, Has drained to the dregs life's bitter-sweet cup, Since the " old doctor " laden with forty-three years, Found what life may be, without sickness or tears.
The faces are fading ; the quiet years vanish, The modern comes in the "good old times" to banish, Comes in with a wonderful shifting of scenes, With its mighty inventions, its many machines For sowing and mowing, for threshing and grinding, For reaping the fair grain, for gathering and binding. And that homes may be dearer, and tongues be less sharp, Forgetting in comfort to cavil and carp. When 'neath skillful labor the broad farms are greening, Wives and daughters by nature to poesy leaning, May feast eyes and souls on the beautiful scenery, Since aided in work by much art and machinery For sweeping and sewing, for washing and churning, Their drudgery well-nigh to luxury turning.
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The boys travel far on the swift-rolling bicycle, And the glad girls, with grace, upon the safe tricycle.
And how shall I tell of the marvels of steam? (Did Durham refuse to learn, once, in a dream ?) Or how call to mind the great multiplicity Of those that are wrought on earth through electricity ? The many inventions that man has sought out Would have made even Solomon wonder, no doubt. I must crowd back the host that for mention assail me, Lest your patience, as well as the short time should fail me.
O memory, gently thy sadder tones wake ! Lest their echoes too harshly on mourning hearts break. Bring but dimly before us the red battle-field ; Our eyes with the glories of victory shield. Creep softly, O myrtle ! Bloom brightly, O flowers ! Weave the story of life where the death-shadow lowers. They live, young forever, our heroes who fought, When traitors the life of our mother had sought.
For freedom and peace, for our banner's new stars, For the rending of chains and the bursting of bars, For the increase of knowledge, the wealth of our nation, For eyes slowly opening to woman's true station, For the gathering in one of all things in our Lord, For the " new song " upswelling with growing accord, For our own quiet homes by our beautiful river, Now render we thanks to our Father, the Giver.
III.
My friends, let your fancy an English scene paint, And list to the story of Cuthbert, the Saint :- Saint Cuthbert, many centuries ago, Turned hermit on a distant, desert isle, Where he did strike, fresh springs began to flow, And fields of ripened grain gleamed like the smile Upon a face, where falls the peace of God, And blessings followed close where'er his footsteps trod.
But the Death-angel called him into life, A happy soul, freed from his house of clay,
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No longer with himself in holy strife, He wears the Christian victor's crown alway. Over the seas, like eagles fierce for prey, Against the English came their Danish foes ; For Lindisfarne a dark and fateful day ! Her holy monks in grief and terror rose, And for Saint Cuthbert's body sought they safe repose.
From place to place their weary flight they take, As, ever and anon, smites on the ear The sound of marching troops, they still forsake The last, until the waters of the Wear Mid sunny hills, low-murmuring they hear. Rest waits at last for him who fled from rest, And sought for toil and pain through many a year, Around Saint Cuthbert's shrine from east and west Have many pilgrims knelt, and deemed that they were blest.
Around his shrine a beauteous city grew, With grand cathedral, convent, castle fair, With hanging gardens wonderful to view, Whose bright-hued flowers make fragrant all the air. There Learning holds an ancient seat, and Care Meets Pleasure 'mid the rich and gay, and flies ; And Art and Nature vie together there, To charm the heart and to delight the eyes. So Durham on the Wear around a dead saint lies.
Near where we are, a hundred years ago, A boy of five years 'mid the wild flowers played, Called unto sainthood, yet he could not know What burden on his spirit should be laid. No "open vision" made the lad afraid ; Nor, like the child of old whose name he bore, Heard he the living voice in evening's shade, Yet speeding years came laden more and more With words divine that to his heart replied : The world is God's great field, my son : the world is wide.
No hermit's hut nor lonely cloister's cell That soul baptized with Heavenly fire could hold.
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He held God's rod ; up sprung salvation's well. ("Sing ye to it," like Israel of old.) In far-off lands, 'mid sorrows manifold, He sowed the seed that grew to harvest white ; The sun of India pours its liquid gold Upon our Newell's grave ; he walks in light, A son, a saint, a conqueror, through God's great might.
In dreamlike beauty sitteth Durham here, Where Androscoggin's waters softly glide, Yet sound her accents, wise and strong and clear, Through voices of her statesmen, far and wide Her sweetest singer parted from her side ;- A charmed world sat listening at her feet ; The Christ has called, and eager men replied ; The echoing earth, Thy gospel shall repeat Till under Bethlehem's light, the adoring nations meet.
To-day our pilgrims come from east and west, Not to a shrine that guardeth sacred dust, But to a home where tired children rest, Whose treasures bide, untouched by moth or rust ; And, far away, one whom we love and trust Turns from his books of theologic lore, And lets his heart stray hither as it must. To him, good angels, waft our greetings o'er To Florence, dearer for his sake, forevermore.
A welcome give we to our brothers twain, Who, in a land far toward the rising sun, Have seen the "Light of Asia" pale and wane And many a victory of faith have won. To all who earnest faithful work have done, To "men of humble heart" (may they increase), To noble women who the great world shun, The music of those lives shall never cease, The closing century speaks its farewell word of peace.
VIEW OF DURHAM FROM MOUNTFORT'S HILL IN SOUTH LEWISTON.
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English Durham, without shame, We will claim thine ancient name. Here, perchance, good Isaac Royall, Who to England rested loyal, Stands invisible to-day Where the lights and shadows play On the fields he called his own. Now a century hath flown, Haply still his heart in twain, Loveth Durham o'er the main, And, our Durham, holding dear, Breathes a benediction here.
Farewell, gracious, bounteous Past ! Lo, thy treasures hold we fast. Shadows round thy form are falling ; Future centuries are calling.
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XII. GENEALOGICAL NOTES
In the following chapter something is said about the oldest families of the town. Especial effort has been made to trace their origin and give chronological data concerning the generations past. It is hoped that this may furnish the basis on which the present generation may build such a family register as every per- son should be interested to possess. To know one's lineage is the first step in historical study. Often such knowledge is a powerful incentive to good and great deeds. It is regretted that the information in some cases is scanty. In other cases the Town Records contain no register of births, and living descend- ants have not interested themselves to furnish the desired infor- mation. Some readers will be surprised to learn whence their ancestors came to Durham.
Absolute accuracy in dates is impossible. Often the Town Records have one date, the family register another, the tomb- stone a third. In such cases the date is given which has the strongest evidence.
ADAMS.
Andrew Adams was born in Gloucester, Mass., 31 Jan. 1751 , m. 23 Feb. 1774, Ruth Lufkin of Gloucester, Mass., who was born the same day as her husband. They both died the same day in Durham, 16 June 1832. He bought, in 1794, lot 56 of Jeremiah Mitchell, and lived there. Their chidren, besides several who died young, were :
SUSANNAH b. 20 June 1778; m. Moses Haskell of No. Yarmouth; d. 12 Jan. 1864.
SARAH b. 7 July 1780; d. Sept. 1843. Unm.
MARY b. I Oct. 1786; m. 23 Dec. 1806 Daniel Sutherland of Lisbon; d. 30 May 1826.
DORCAS b. 27 Feb. 1789; m. James Wagg of Parkman.
ANDREW Jr b. 27 April 1792; m. 31 July 1823 Dorcas Mann of Pownal;
d. in Pownal 29 Oct. 1863. 6 ch. one of whom is John Q. Adams of Lisbon Falls.
JANE b. 22 Oct. 1794; m. 1818 Joshua Douglas; d. 24 Feb. 1838.
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AYERS.
Ebenezer Ayers was last taxed in 1799. The following children are recorded :
RICHARD b. 28 Nov. 1788; John b. 18 Aug. 1790.
ISAIAH b. 28 April 1792; Elizabeth b. 5 Aug. 1794.
HANNAH b. 3 Sept. 1796.
BAGLEY.
All the Bagleys of Durham were descended from Orlando Bagley of Salisbury, Mass., who married, 6 Oct. 1654, Sarah Colby. Their son Orlando m. (1) 22 Dec. 1681, Sarah Sargent ; (2) 25 Mch. 1704, Sarah Annis. Orlando 3d was born 14 Dec. 1682; m. 13 Feb. 1706 Dorothy Harvey, and d. 3 May, 1756. He was Town Clerk of Amesbury, Mass., forty-two years, Select- man and Trial Justice. He had several children, one of whom was Col. Jonathan Bagley. (See p. Io.) Another was Thomas Bagley, born 18 Jan. 1723. He m. 22 Jan. 1747 Ruth, probably dau. of Israel and Susannah Webster. Their children were ISRAEL, Thomas, Philip, Sarah, ENOCH, Dorothy and Susanna. Ensign Thomas Bagley died 15 Sept. 1771, aged 49 yrs. So his tombstone in Amesbury declares.
O. Israel Bagley, son of Thomas and Ruth (Webster) Bagley, was born at Amesbury, Mass., 5 Nov. 1747. (The Records at Amesbury, say 25 Oct.) He m. 21 April 1768 Mary Snow, who was born at Kingstown, N. H., 19 May, 1747. He died 22 Aug. 1797 at Savannah. See p. 16.
MARY b. in Salisbury, Mass., 22 Nov. 1768; m. I Mch. 1787 Edward Fifield.
BETSEY b. in Salisbury 26 April 1770; m. 21 April 1794 Reuben Dyer. HANNAII b. in Royalsborough 14 June 1773; m. Enoch Newell.
SUSANNAH b. 9 Mcl1. 1777; m. 15 Oct. 1797 Francis Harmon.
THOMAS m. 22 Mch. 1801 Susannah Gerrish. He moved to Troy, Me. Had a large family. Only three of his children are recorded in Durham. O. ISRAEL b. 19 Sept. 1801; JOSEPH MITCHELL b. 16 March 1803; and GEORGE GERRISH b. 20 Jan. 1805.
Enoch, brother of O. Israel Bagley, was born in 1756, in Amesbury, Mass. So. Hampton Records say that he married, 5 April 1781, Miriam Hoyt. They had eight ch. born in Dur- ham. The family moved to Troy, Me., between 1797 and 1802.
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He died in Troy 30 Nov. 1842. His wife, born 1762, died 19 July 1844.
JONATHAN b. 8 June 1782; m. 4 Oct. 1804 Eunice Reed of Pownal. He died 8 Mch. 1881. 7 ch.
ENOCH Jr. b. 1788; m. Rachel Reed, sister to Eunice; d. 16 Feb. 1864.
RUTH b. 1790; m. John Work of Winthrop; d. 19 Dec. 1831.
ISRAEL b. 1793; m. Lois Rogers (2) Azuba Gerrish; d. 27 Mch. 1868. THOMAS b. 1797; m. - Fairbanks; d. 18 Oct. 1877.
REUBEN b. 1802; m. Saralı
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MOSES b. 1798; m. (I) Getchell (2) Mrs. Spencer; d. 12 Sept. 1869.
SALLY b. ,1805; m. Chas. Smith of Readfield; d. 24 Oct. 1882.
BAKER.
Dr. Symonds Baker was one of the first settled physicians of Durham. He was there certainly as early as 1798. He married (1) 26 Aug. 1796, Jane Gerrish ; (2) Mary Booker. He built and lived in the house which is now the hotel at S. W. Bend. He came from Lisbon and returned there, dying 13 Mch. 1847.
SYMONDS WILLIAM b. 18 Nov. 1799. M. D. at Bowdoin College 1824; m. Betsey Weeman 9 April 1737. Practiced medicine at Windham, Me., and Austin, Tex. Died 2 Mch. 1888.
MARIA FLETCHER b. 7 July 1801; d. 29 Nov. 1805.
MARTHA b. 29 July 1803; THOMAS b. 17 Nov. 1805.
JOSEPH b. 20 Feb. 1808; AZOR b. 3 July 1810.
BEAL.
The American ancestor of the Beal family was Joseph Beal, who came with Capt. Mason to Portsmouth, N. H., in 1631. His son Arthur had a son William. William, Jr., married 6 Dec. 1719, Elizabeth Benson of Portsmouth. Their children were Joseph, Sarah, William 3d, Elizabeth, Jane, Samuel, Obadialı, . JONATHAN, Mary, Richard, John and Lydia.
Jonathan, born 22 Mch. 1737, married 31 Oct. 1760 Mary Joy of Berwick. Their children were Joanna, Sarah, Mary, JONATHAN Jr., Patience, Elizabeth, Samuel, Lydia, William, Thomas and Mary.
Jonathan Beal, Jr., was born in Bath 13 Jan. 1767. He married 16 Jan. 1792 Lucy Doughty of Topsham, who was born on Great Island, Harpswell, 16 Aug. 1768. They settled in Durham with Jonathan Senr., on lot 61, about 1790. Jonathanl
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Senr. moved to Monmouth about 1810, where he died. Jona- than Jr. died in Durham 13 Jan. 1847. His wife died 17 Jan. 1844. His family was as follows :
HANNAH b. 14 Nov. 1792; m. 8 Oct. 1812 John Knight; d. 6 Nov. 1870. JOSEPH b. 17 July 1794, m. 24 Feb. 1820 Elizabeth Booker of Bowdoin; d. 15 Aug. 1845. Ch. Daniel B. b. 5 Dec. 1820; Mary B. b. 23 June 1827; Joseph O. b. 25 Nov. 1834.
STEPHEN b. 17 Mch. 1796; m. 1818 Charlotte C. Goold of Lisbon; d. 26 April 1835. Ch. Ann, Moses, William, Mary E., Stephen, Sophronia, Charles and Charlotte.
WILLIAM b. 14 Mch. 1798; m. 17 May 1820 Sarah Getchell; d. 17 Mch. 1865. Ch. J. Frank b. II Nov. 1854; Elisha W. b. I Oct. 1856; J. Lewis b. 6 Mch. 1858.
JANE b. 6 Jan. 1800; d. 4 Jan. 1801.
EPHRAIM b. II Sept. 1801; n1. Mary Hatch of Lewiston; d. 10 April 1861. Ch. Bradford W., Leonard H., Benjamin R., Hannah, Harriet, Mary J., Jonathan, Benson, George D., James P., and Lucy.
BENSON b. 13 April 1803; d. 7 Oct. 1825.
ELISHA b. 27 Dec. 1804; m. 1I May 1830 Isabel Booker; d. 25 Dec. 1895. Ch. Emily J., and Horace M.
JONATHAN b. 16 Sept. 1807.
LUCY b. 28 July 1812; m. Joshua Douglas.
Horace M. Beal, son of Elisha, married Mary C. Small of Bowdoin and lives on the old homestead. They have two children.
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