The History of Washington County in the Vermont historical gazetteer : including a county chapter and the local histories of the towns of Montpelier., Part 32

Author: Hemenway, Abby Maria, 1828-1890
Publication date: 1882
Publisher: Montpelier, Vt. : Vermont Watchman and State Journal Press
Number of Pages: 1064

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has written many years for press, and for many newspapers and journals short poems. She has sent us for her representation in the dear old birthtown, a rather pretty col- lection, for which we can make room only for the following :

TO MY SLEEPING BABE.

Gently, little cherub, gently Droop those weary eyelids now; Siumber's hand is pressing lightly, Softly on thy cloudless brow.

Meekly, little sleeper, meekly Folded on thy guileless breast

Dimpled hands of pearly whiteness- Lovely is thy " rosy rest."

Calmly, little dreamer. calmly Beats that tiny heart of thine-

As the pulses of the leaflet, Rocked to rest at eventime.

Softly, little darling, softly Dies away thy mother's song;

And the angels come to guard thee, Through the night hours, lone and long.

Sweetly, blessed infant, sweetly Fall their whispers on thine ear;

Smiles are on thy lips of coral- Snowy pinions hover near.

TO AN UNSEEN MINSTREL.

The lark may sing to the chickadee, From his lofty azure throne,

Nor feel the thrill in the maple tree, Where his listener sits alone; Even thus, thy spirit sings to me- Hearest thou the answering tone ?

From their sunward flight, can thy tireless wings Ever fold where the forest warbler sings ?

Thou callest the voices of long ago From level-trodden graves, As the wind may call an echoing note From out the dark sea caves- As the burning stars of heaven may call To the restless, heaving waves-

That, ever-changing beneath their gaze, Can answer only in broken rays!

THE NEGLECTED BIBLE.

Precious, but neglected Bible ! Let me ope thy lids once more, And, with reverential feelings, Turn the sacred pages o'er.

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Source of joy and consolation, Vainly does thy fount supply Me with life's pure crystal waters- Lo! I languish, faint and die!

Not because is sealed the fountain That could soothe the keenest woe; Not because the stream unfailing Hath one moment ceased to flow; But because my thirsty spirit, Seeking bitter draught, passed by, Heedlessly, the living waters- Lo! I languish, faint and die!

Descriptive of how many a Vermonter felt in 1851, is a little " sonnet " below, by ELISHA ALDIS BRIGHAM, sent me by Mrs. Brigham, that her husband may, as well as herself, have a little niche in the history of their native town :

SONNET.

O, tell me not of Liberty's bright land! Where man by brother man is bought and sold: To toil in sweat and tears, for others gold, Obedient to a tyrant's stern command; Where children part upon the auction stand To meet no more, and weeping parents torn Asunder-slave-bound captives long to mourn, Are scattered far and wide, a broken band. Where Justice on proud Freedom's altar sleeps, Where merey's voice is never heard to sigh; Where pity's hand ne'er wipes the tearful eye Of Afric's exiles, who in misery weep -- The millions three who wear oppression's brand; Oh! eall it not sweet Freedom's happy land! Fayston, Feb. 1851.

A whole budget from natives in the West : We will not give any one's long piece entire ; but not having the heart to leave any son or daughter who knocks at the old Green Mountain door, out entirely, even if they are unfortunately a "poet," we shall give some one short extract, or sonnet for all who have sent home their pieces for Fayston, and let the dry old, only statisticians, growl as they may. Here comes the Fayston men and women of the pen for a page or two : First, a long poem, almost a news-column, fine print, "written in my chamber at Washington, on the an- niversary eve of the assassination of Presi- dent Lincoln." We will have six or seven verses from

THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE ASSASSINATION.

BY U. J. BAXTER.

Why sound the bells So mournfully upon the air of night ? Why volley forth the guns upon the night, With sudden peal that tells Of darkling horror and of dire affright ?

The morn shall ope

With a dread tale that tells of dark eclipse- Of a dark deed that throws its black eclipse On all a nation's hope. And smites the joy that filled a nation's lips ?

Stricken and low !

Aye, let us weep-weep for the guilt and erime- The ingrate sense-the coward guilt and erime! Dissolve in tears and woe The darkling horror of this monstrous time !

His name breathe not,

His thrice-accursed name, whose brutal hand- Whose foul, polluted heart and brutal hand A demon's purpose wrought, And whelmed in grief our glad, rejoicing land.

A nation's heart bowed with him in the dust We turn our hope in vain To seek a chieftain worthy of his trust.

No marvel here ! Two kingliest come not haply born and twinned- Each age its one great soul, nor matched, nor twinned, Owning no mortal peer- So is his glory in our age unkinned.

His mantle feil -- On whom is not yet shown -- yet sure its folds Are buried not -- its rich and loving folds Shall lay some blessed spell On him who most his noble spirit holds.

Great chieftain! rest !

Our hearts shall go as pilgrims to thy tomh; Our spirits mourn and bless thy martyr tomb; We deem thy lot is blest; Our love shall rob our sorrow of its gloom.

All coming time

Shall ne'er despoil thy glory of its erown- Each year shall set its jewels in thy crown -- Each day bell's passing chime Shall add a tongue to speak thy just renown.

LITTLE BEN.

BY SARAH BRIGHAM MANSFIELD.

In a lonely spot in a dismal street Little Ben sat chafing his bare, cold feet, And so hungry, too, for nothing to eat, All the long day had poor Ben. His mother, alas, had long been dead- So long, he could just remember, her and The sweet pale face as she knelt by his bed And prayed God to biess little Ben.

The twilight deepened, how dark it grew, And how heavily fell the chill night dew, And the moaning winds pierced through and through The form of poor little Ben.

"Oh! why am I left here alone," he cried,

" Dear mamma told me before she died She was going to Heaven; Oli, mamma," he sighed, " Why don't you come for poor Ben ?"

** Can you be happy, tho' in Heaven a saint, While I am so cold, so weary, so faint? Dear mother, dost hear your poor darling's plaint? Oh, come for your own little Ben! " The morning came with its rosy light, And kissed the wan cheeks and lids so white. They were elosed for aye! in the lone night An angel had come for poor Ben.

FAYSTON.

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THE FIRST FLOWER OF SPRING. BY ZIBA W. BOYCE, (deceased.)

The first April violet beside the bare tree, . Looking gayly up seemed to be saying to me, " I come with yon robin, sweet spring to recall, There caroling above me the glad news to all- How pleased all your feelings -- your eye and your ear; With gay exnltation you welcome us here; But in the soon future, surrounded by flowers, And Summer bird's plumage, far gayer than ours, Forgotten the perils we willingly bore- First messengers telling of winter no more." I thought of the bird, and the flower, and then Confessed it is thus with all pioneer men. Let them labor and suffer new truths to disclose, Their wants or their woes there's nobody knows. The world owns the work when the labor is donc- They, the bird and the flower, forgotten and gone.

THE RAIN. BY MRS. D. T. SMITH.

When from winter's icy spell Burst the brooklets in the dell, With a song ; When the early robins call From the sunny garden wall, All day long ; When the crocus shows its face, And the fern its dainty grace, And the daffodil ; And the dandelion bright Decks the field with golden light On the hill ;

When the Spring has waked a world again, And the apple-blossoms whiten, And the grasses gleam and brighten, Then we listen to the rythmic patter of the rain.

When the lilies, snowy white, Gleam upon the lakelet bright, 'Mid their leaves ; And the twittering swallows fly,

Building nests for by and by, 'Neath the eaves; Roses blush i' the dewy inorn, Bees their honey-quest have gone All the day ; And the daisies, starry, bright, Glisten in the firefly's light As they may;

When Summer decks the mountain and the plain, When she binds her golden sheaves, Then she tilts her glossy leaves In the splashing and the dashing of the rain.

When the maple forests redden, And the sweet ferns brown and deaden On the lea, Straightly furrowed lie the acres, And we hear the roar of breakers Out at sea; When the birds their columns muster, And the golden pipins cluster On the bough, And the autumn breeze is sighing, Springtime past and Summer dying, Here and now;

And autumn winds are filled with sounds of pain When the katydids are calling; Then the crimson leaves are falling Through the weeping and the moaning of th' rain. ubuque, Iowa.

THE MOSS-COVERED) TROUGH. BY S. MINERVA BOYCE.

That' moss-covered trongh, decaying there yonder, I remember it well when but a child; Thongh years have flown by, I still love to wander Along the old road by the woodland wild.

Ah! yes, I remember when full and o'erflowing, With the clear, sparkling nectar, so cool; The old farmer came with his bucket from mowing, And we drank from his cup, then trudged on to school.

And then 'neath the low-spreading maple close by it, Were gathered the wildlings of May;

There blossomed the hat of a lad who drew nigh it, And blue-bird and robin sang sweeter that day.

Though now thrown aside, to give room for another, All neglected, and moss-grown, and old, I still find a charm to be found in none other, Were it carved e'er so lovely, or plated with gold.

Long ago the old farmer finished his mowing, Filled his last bucket, " reaped his last grain;" Then went just beyond where seed-time and sowing Will never recall him to labor again.

And here we give, if we may nip at will, the buds, for which we only have room, a pretty extract from SABRINA BAX- TER, born in Fayston :

BUDS AND BLOSSOMS. We walked within my garden On a dewy, balmy morn-

We paused beside a rose-bush, The swelling buds to note- To drink the gushing fragrance Which round us seemed to float ;

One bud we'd viewed but yesternight, When very fair it grew- We'd waited for the morrow's light To see it washed in dew, A worm had found the curling leaf, · . .

Had marred the bursting budlet, Had withered stem and flower.

Alas! for earthly happiness, In bitterness I cried, Naught beautiful, naught lovely, May on this earth abide!

A blight is on the floweret, A blight is on the grove,

A doubly blighting power upon Those objects that we love!

"Mortal!" the voice seemed near, And musical the tone,

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Are there no buds, whose brightness Outshines the garden rose? What worm had nipped the blossom ? Who answereth for those ?

" Within the human garden How many a floweret lies, Despoiled by reckless gardener-

And in the whispered lays we heard, And from the flowers there smiled, A plea for human rose-buds-

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Taking a skipping extract from EMOGENE M. BOYCE :

I paused once more, gave a few lingering looks At the dear olden place, the remembered nooks: The orchard, the garden, the dark, silent mill, The little red cot at the foot of the hill,

Where the little trout brook, still murmured along; The old lofty pines sang the same mournful song, When with father and mother, we children four, Had gathered at eve 'round the old cottage door.

SOLDIERS OF FAYSTON.

BY DORRIC S. STODDARD.

The notes of war that rang through the land in the winter and spring of 61 were not without their effect upon the town of Fayston. Her hardy sons willingly re- sponded to their country's call. The fol- lowing is the record of services rendered and lives given, who served for their own town in the order of enlistment :

THOMAS MAXWELL, the first resident o Fayston to respond to the call for volun- teers. He enlisted May 7, 1861, at the age of 20 years, in Co. F. 2d Vt. Reg. ; was discharged, by reason of sickness, Feb 21, 1863 ; re-enlisted Mar. 20, '64, in Co. F. 17th Vt. Reg .; severely wounded in the Wilderness May 6, '64. The ball entered the neck, passed through the roots of the tongue, and lodged in the base of the head, where it still remains ; discharged June 17, '65.

MARK AND LUTHER CHASE, brothers, enlisted Aug. 14. '61, in Co. H. 6th Vt .; aged 26 and 18 years. Mark was dis- charged May 29, '62 ; reenlisted Nov. 27, '63 ; taken prisoner, and died at Ander- sonville, Ga., July 3, '64. Luther died in hospital Jan. 31, '62.

GEO. SOMERVILLE, age 23, enlisted in Co. G. 6th Vt., Aug. 29, '61.4 discharged June 23, '62.

JOHN H. HUNTER, age 41 ; enlisted Sept. 2, '61, Co. H. 6th Vt. ; chosen cor- poral ; discharged ; reenlisted Dec. 15, '63 ; lost an arm in the service; finally dis- charged Mar. 10, '65.

GEO. L. MARBLE, age 30, enlisted in Co. G. 6th Vt., Sept. 10, '61 ; reenlisted Feb. 8. '64; taken prisoner Oct. 19, '64 ; supposed to have died in Libby Prison.

WM. M. STRONG, age 19, enlisted in Co. G. 6th Vt., Sept. 23, '61 ; served 3 years ; mustered out Oct 28, '64.

ALLEN E. MEHUREN, enlisted in Co. G. 6th Vt., Sept. 27, '61, age 23 ; discharged by reason of sickness, Feb. 4, '63.

CORNELIUS MCMULLEN, age 29, enlisted in Co. B. 6th Vt., Oct. 3, '61, re-enlisted Dec. 15, '63, transferred to Co. H. Oct. 16, '64, served till the close of the war, mustered out June 26, '65.

HENRY C. BACKUS, age 24, enlisted in Co. G. 6th Reg't., Oct. 7, '61, promoted sergeant, mustered out Oct. 28, '64.

WARREN C. PORTER, age 37, enlisted Oct. 15, '61, in Co. G. 6th Vt., served : years, mustered out Oct. 28, '64.

CHESTER S. DANA, age 33, enlisted ir Co. B. Ioth Vt., July 18, '62, chosen 5tl sergeant, promoted to Ist ser'gt., sick i! general hospital much of the latter part c his service, discharged May 22, '65.

LAFAYETTE MOORE, enlisted in Co. F 2d Vt. as a recruit, July 30, '62, age 26 died in the service Feb. 29, '64.

HEMAN A. MOORE, age 21, enliste in Co. F. 2d Vt., Aug. 2, '62, mustere out June 19, '65.

ELI GIBSON, recruit in Co. G. 6th Vt enlisted Aug. 13, '62, age 22, died in tl service April 7, '64.

LEWIS BETTIS, a resident of Warre enlisted for this town in Co. G. 6th V Aug. 13, '62, age 37; transferred to t Invalid Corps, Jan. 15, '64.

JOHN CHASE, age 23, enlisted in Co. 6th Vt., Aug. 13, '62; mustered out Ju 19, '65.

NATHAN THAYER, age 23; enlisted Co. H. 6th Vt., Aug. 13, '62; dischargl June 3, '63.

NELSON J. BOYCE, age 32 ; enlistech Co. G. 6th Vt., Aug. 16, '62; transfer1 to the Invalid Corps July 1, '63.

LESTER H. HARRIS, age 25 ; enlisd Aug. 18, '62, in Co. F. 2d Vt. ; died My 18, '63.

The following 17 soldiers all meml/s of Co. B. 13th Vt., (9 months), enli: d Aug. 25, '62 ; mustered in Oct. 10, 62 it Brattleboro; mustered out at the she place July 21, '63 ; the battle of Gets burg being the only one in which y participated :

GEORGE O. BOYCE, 2d serg't., age3;

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with others of his company taken prisoner by rebel guerrillas while going from Camp Carusi to Fairfax station with supply teams, May 14, '63. They were paroled the next day, and returned to the regiment.

Dorric S. Stoddard, 3d corporal, age 28 ; William E. Backus, age 22, detailed scout ; John Baird, age 20, died of fever soon after returning home ; Matthew Blair. age 27, afterwards re-enlisted in 56 Mass., killed in the Wilderness ; Charles D. Bil- lings, age 19, died at Camp Carusi May 19, '63; Chauncey Carpenter, age 39, re- enlisted Dec. 31, '63, in Co. C. 17th Vt., discharged May 13, '65 ; Samuel J. Dana, age 29, wounded at Gettysburg ; Royal S. Haskins, age 21 ; Charles C. Ingalls, age 18, re-enlisted Sept. 1, '64, in Co. G. 6th Vt., mustered out June 19, '65 ; Stephen Johnson, age 21, re-enlisted Aug. 26, '64, in Co. G. 6th Vt., mustered out June 19, '65 ; Ziba H. McAllister, age 21, re-enlist- ed in Cavalry Co. C. Nov. 30, '63, trans- ferred to Co. A. June 19, '65, mustered out June 26, '65; Levi Nelson, age 20; William Nelson, age 26, Daniel Posnett, age 47, Winfield S. Rich, age 24, Reuben Richardson, age 45, transferred to Co. H., re-enlisted Nov. 30, '63, in Co. H. 6th Regt., discharged May 12, '65.

William G. Wilkins, age 18, enlisted in Co. F. 2d Vt., June 16, '63, discharged Jan. 21, '64.

Robert Hoffman, age 21, enlisted in the 3d Battery, Oct. 19, '64, discharged June !5, '65.

John W. Palmer, enlisted in Cavalry, Co. C. Nov. 28, '63, age 23, transferred o Co. A. June 21, '65, mustered out Aug. 9, '65.

Judson W. Richardson, age 29, enlisted 1 Co. H. 6th Vt., promoted corporal ine 19, '65, and mustered out June 26, '65. Charles O. Dyke, age 18, enlisted Nov. ), '63, in Co. H. 6th Vt .; mustered out Ine 26, '65.

Myron Mansfield, age 18, enlisted Dec. '63, in Co. H. 2d U. S. Sharp-shooters ; ansferred to Co. H. 4th Vt., Feb. 25, '65 ; pposed to have died at Andersonville. Benj. B. Johnson, age 20, enlisted Dec. '63, in Co. G. 6th Vt .; transferred to

Vet. Res. Corps, Dec. 4, '64 ; mustered out July 15, '65.

Wm. H. Johnson, age 18, enlisted Dec. 3, '63, in Co. G. 6th Vt. ; pro. corp. Sept. 23, '64 ; serg't. June 20, '65 ; mustered June 26, '65.

Charles B. Corliss, age 18, enlisted Dec. 3, '63, in Co. G. 6th Vt. ; discharged June 28, '65.

Anson O. Brigham, age 21, enlisted Dec. 5, '63, in Co. H. 6th Vt .; trans. to invalid corps, and discharged June 28, '65.

Calvin B. Marble, age 18, enlisted Dec. 9, '63, in Co. G. 6th Vt .; mustered out June 26, '65.

Edwin E. Chaffee, age 18, enlisted Dec. 9, '63 in Co. H. 6th Vt. ; pro. corp. June 19, '63 ; must. out June 26, '65.

Asa E. Corliss, age 20, enlisted Sept. 7, '64, in Co. G. 6th Vt. ; must. out July 19, '65.

John W. Ingalls, age 28, enlisted Sept. 16, '64, but did not enter service.

This town also furnished 14 non-resident soldiers, of whom I can give but a meagre report, as follows :

Geo. Arnold, Francis E. Buck, Thomas Bradley, Ist army corps; Sidney Dolby, 54 Mass. (colored) ; Wm. W. Green, Philip Gross, Ist A. C. ; Wm. J. Hopkins, cav. ; John J. Hern, Ist A. C .; Randall Hibbard; Ist A. C .; Frederic Kleinke, Ist A. C .; Nelson Parry, Co. B. 7th Vt., Nicholas Schmidt, Ist A. C .; . John S. Templeton ; James Williamstown, Ist A. C.

The following persons were furnished under draft, five of whom paid commuta- tion : Hiram E. Boyce, Eli Bruce, Jr., Nehemiah Colby, Charles M. Fisher, Julius T. Palmer, and one, Nathan Boyce, procured a substitute.

This town probably furnished from her own residents as many, if not more, sol- diers for other towns than were credited to her from non-residents, the record of some of which is given as follows :

Andrew J. Butler, Co. H. 6th Vt. ; Hi- land G. Campbell, 3d Vt. Battery ; Alba B. Durkee, Co. I. 9th Vt. ; Timothy Don- ivan, Co. H. 6th Vt.

In Co. G. 6th Vt .: Edward Dillon, G. W. Fisher, James N. Ingalls, Robert Max-

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well and Samuel Maxwell. In 3d Vt .: Wm. W. McAllister. In Co. G. 6th Vt. : James H. Somerville, Ichabod Thomas. Dexter Marble lost a leg in the service, in a Wisconsin regiment.

Thus I have given as best I can from memory, and from data at command, an imperfect record of Fayston and Fayston men during the rebellion. Undoubtedly the foregoing record is not perfect, yet I think it is substantially correct.

Probably no town in the state suffered more financially than this. During the latter part of the war when large bounties were demanded by volunteers, and paid by wealthy towns, Fayston, to save herself from draft was obliged in one year (1864) to raise for bounties and town expenses the almost unheard of sum of $12.50 cents upon every dollar of her grand list, thus subjecting the owner of a simple poll list to the payment of a tax of $25. Yet this enormous sum was paid immediately, with scarce a murmur of complaint, and not a dollar left to be a drag-weight upon tax- payers in after years.

Fayston can look back upon her finan- cial record as a town, and the military rec- ord of her soldiers with no feelings but those of honor, satisfaction and pride ; knowing that the privations and valor of her sons in the field, and the liberality of her citizens at home all contributed their mite to keep the grand old flag still float- ing over a free and undivided nation.

GRAND ARMY REPUBLIC'S RESPONSE TO SUMNER'S BILL FOR ERASING OUR BATTLE RECORDS.

BY D. S. STODDARD.

Blot out our battle records, boys, Charles Sumner's bill doth say; Forget that you were soldiers once, And turn your thoughts away.

Yes, turn your thoughts away, my boys, So noble, brave and true; Forget you lugged a knapsack once, And wore the army blue.

Flanut not that starry flag, my boys, With Lee's Mills, on its fold, "Iwill make some rebel's heart ache, boys, To see it there so bold.

And blot out Savage Statlon, too, And likewise Malvern Hill; 'That was a noisy place, you know, But blot it out, you will.

Fort Henry, too, and Donelson, Where Grant "Surrender " spake, In such decided tones it made The rebel Pillow shake.

And Shiloh, too, and Vicksburg, where One Fourth of July day,

Brave Pemberton his well-tried sword At the feet of Grant did lay.

And Cedar Creek, and Winchester, And Sheridan's famous ride :---

Forget it, boys, forget it all, It hurts the rebels' pride.

And Fredericksburg, and Antietam, Where cannon rang and roared; And Gettysburg, where three long days Grape shot and shell were poured.

Where thousands freely gave their lives, And drenched with blood the sand, To stay the flow of Treason's tide In Freedom's happy land.

And Richmond, too, and Petersburg, And the Wilderness, forget; And comrades dear who fought so well, Whose snn of life there set.

Forget, my boys, you ever marched With Sherman to the sea! Deny you ever fought against The rebels under Leel

And Appomattox Court House, too, Where Lee dissolved his camp; And gave his long and well-tried sword To General U. S. Grant.

Those names, we've loved them long, my boys And oft a glow of pride Has thrilled through every vein, to think We fought there side by side.

And oftentimes, my comrades dear, There comes a sadder thoughit- The price, the pricel by which our land These cherished records bought.

And now shall we erase those names, And make our battle-flags, Which e'er have been the soldier's pride, Nothing but worthless rags?

No more shall read those glorious names While swinging in the breeze ? No more our hearts shall swell with pride To think of bygone deeds ?

And must we suffer all this shame To please that rebel horde, Who brought the war upon themselves By drawing first the sword ?

Then we must ask their pardon, too, For what we've done and said; Tramp down the graves of comrades dear, And honor rebel dead.

And I suppose the next kind thing That Snumer'll want is this, That we get down upon our knees, And rebel coat-talls kiss!

Now, comrades, when all this appears. "Twill be when we are dead! When every man who fought the rebs Sleeps in his narrow bed!

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For while there's one of us alive,

Though kicked, or cuffed, or spurned! Our battle-flags shall bear those names That we so richly earned!

And when we swing them in the breeze, Those names shall glisten there, As long as they enfold a stripe Or bear a single star.

Rebels may sigh for what they lost, And mourn for what we won ;- Their moans and sighs can ne'er atone For half the mischief done.

And comrades, when we older grow, And gray bairs fill our head, And some of us lie sleeping there Amid the quiet dead;

Our children then will catch the theme Those battle-flags inspire, And oftentimes their hearts be filled With patriotic fire!

And should it be in future years That Treason rears its head, And threatens to destroy the land For which we fought and bled ;

Our sons will hoist those war-worn flags, And wave them tow'rd the sky, While rebels learn again, my boys, That Treason then must die.

Those records fair shall never be Expunged from human sight! Before we'll suffer that, my boys, We'll go again, and figlit.

Fayston, Vt., Jan. 8, 1873.

Mrs. L. B. Boyce continues and thus closes the record of Fayston :

SAMUEL DANA

has been a resident of Fayston for many years, and raised a large famlly here. Six of his sons and one son-in-law were in the army in the great rebellion. Several of them were seriously wounded while in ser- vice, yet all are now living and the father and mother also.

I have been able to gather but little con- cerning our military record previous to our late war.

In 1841, one Jesse Mix was a revolution- ary pensioner, and William Wait, and a Mrs. Hutchinson. John Cloud, who lost a leg in the revolutionary war, was for many years a resident of this town, but lied elsewhere.

Of the war of 1812 there are no records hat I can find, and the old inhabitants are ither dead or moved away.

MARSHFIELD.

RY MRS. H. C. PITKIN.

Marshfield was granted to the Stock- bridge tribe of Indians, Oct. 16, 1782, and chartered to them June 22, 1790, by the General Assembly of Vermont, containing 23,040 acres ; lat. 44° 19', long. 4° 30' on the upper waters of the Winooski ; bounded N. by Cabot, E. by Peacham and Harris' Gore, S. by East Montpelier, Plain- field and Goshen Gore, W. by Calais and East Montpelier.

.In the charter it is stipulated the town- ship shall be divided into 75 equal shares, etc., with the usual charter conditions.

The charter is signed by Gov. Moses Robinson and Joseph Tracy, Sec.

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The History of Washington County in the Vermont historical gazetteer : including a county chapter and the local histories of the towns of Montpelier., Part 32

Author: Hemenway, Abby Maria, 1828-1890 Publication date: 1882 Publisher: Montpelier, Vt. : Vermont Watchman and State Journal Press Number of Pages: 1064

Author: Hemenway, Abby Maria, 1828-1890
Publication date: 1882
Publisher: Montpelier, Vt. : Vermont Watchman and State Journal Press
Number of Pages: 1064