#Kennebeck River

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Kennebec River Range Lights, Kennebeck River, Arrowsic Island, Maine. One day in December, 1927, a chunk of I ce with four boys on it broke free and was quickly being pulled toward the ocean by the strong current. Keeper Harry L. Nye acted fast, and was able to intercept the ice floe with his boat and rescue the boys.

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- When the French left their colony at St. Croix Island, the English sent settlers in 1607 and they settled at the mouth of the Kennebeck River at Fort St. George

Spencer Stockbridge, born 1687, died 1780--he was murdered--his throat was slit while he was sleeping

Isaac was a brave man, sailing on the ocean in a small ship. Issac Collins crossed the Ocean to USA in 1690. he landed right near here in Frenchman's Bay, and he came to Collinsport and liked it and decided to stay--only it wasn't called Collinsport then, because there was nothing here except the harbor, and trees and lots of fish--Isaac Collins, imagine having a town named after you

Carolyn: Good old Uncle Isaac, in the 17th century, built the fishing fleet, founded the town, gave it a name--the works --I always thought Uncle Roger looked a little bit like him

Carolyn: Isaac Collins, the bigshot who started the whole mess--you might say he's the man who put us into the fish business

The Collins family has been in Collinsport for 300 years; they built the town : 1667

Issac’s son

Isaac’s grandson

Isaac’s GGS

Isaac’s GGGS

Isaac’s GGGGS, Jeremiah’s F

P. Agthorn Stockbridge, born 1713, died 1731--at the height of his youth--trampled by a stallion--he left a young wife and a baby girl--the girl they say had hair like the sun

L. Murdoch Stockbridge, born 1735, died 1867-- --she--says the caretaker--burned to death. A candle fell against the bed curtain, says the caretaker--what body is in there is mostly ashes. 1735-1767

Burke grins--this chest is over 200 years old, isn't it

The grandfather Clock in the foyer is over 200 years old: 1767

E. Pendleton Stockbridge, born 1801, died, 1817--she was drowned at sea, most of her body was torn to bits by the rocks

1817 – Jeremiah kicked the widows off the Cliff.

This reckoning would place the construction of Collinwood at just after 1816.

the widows….moaning with grief as they have foe hundreds of years….they used to walk this hill the widows… they would walk and stand look out to sea and wait for the ships to return… would wait for husbands who would never come back. The hours and the days would pass and there would be no masthead over the horizon, no sail just emptiness. And then even that was taken from them… almost 150 years ago when Jeremiah Collins decided to build our house he chose this hill, the highest point in Collinsport. They were no longer permitted here, all of the wives and sweethearts of the sailors on Jeremiah's ships were turned away, sent back to their homes told to keep their grief for themselves.

They haven't gone. They never left.

– Roger Collins. 0012.

The camera focuses on Jeremiah's portrait as Carolyn reads the family history book, "Jeremiah Collins--sixth generation descendent of the founder of Collinsport, in 1830, married Josette LaFreniere, of Paris, France. The construction of Collinwood, the family mansion, was begun that same year."

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Barnabas stands in the Old House drawing room looks up at Josette's portrait. "I was a Collins, why didn't you protect me--where were you when I was turned into something that even my own father loathed? If his ghost is here with yours, tell him I've come home, and I claim this house as mine--and whatever power you or he may have is ended--I am free now, and alive--the chains with which he bound me are broken, and I've returned to live the life I never had."

One hundred and thirty years ago, the love of a man and woman built this mansion on the crest of Widows' Hill : 1837

In the more than 130 years since this house was built, two people have thrown themselves from the ledge where you and Carolyn stood, says Liz--the legend she wanted to tell you is that someday there would be a third--that death hasn't happened yet--it's only a legend (didn't Carolyn already relate this tale?) <1837

Collinwood has had 130 years of brooding existence

The Collins family has owned Collinwood for more than 130 years, and the family still wants to keep it in spite of the terror they've known there

For more than 130 years, the foreboding mansion of Collinwood has sat on the top of Widows' Hill like a giant headstone, marking the watery graves of fishermen who have perished in the seas below. It is a monument to one man--Jeremiah Collins and his dreams --but when men dream, spoilers always seem to lurk nearby, ready to destroy their dreams, turning them into nightmares, even in a small family town like Collinsport

If it had been an accident, he wouldn't have come back, says David--the same way with Josette Collins--she didn't fall of Widows' Hill--somebody pushed her! That was more than 100 years ago, says Vicki.

even the Old House near Widows' Hill, where our poor ancestors Josette and Jeremiah lived for a time--and Joshua Collins, my direct ancestor, lived there with his family--even after this house was built

There was a night such as this. A night when a young beautiful woman was pressed to the limits. She could no longer accept what the future held for her. She knew she had to destroy herself before she became something she did not want to be. She had quarreled with her lover. She tried to send him away but he would not be put off.He tried to put his arms around her but she broke away from him and run out into the stormy night. Her white dress contrasted against the darkness. He ran after her as she headed for the one place on earth that seemed to be designed for the termination of life. Rain drenched her, the winds buffeted her blowing her long hair wildly. Her clothing was torn by the low branches. The small white feet were bruised and mudstained with the stoney cruel pathway to the summit of the cliff. The shouts of her lover were lost in the wind as he moved swiftly after her. Near the top she stumbled over a large rock, crying hysterically, she limped and crawled to the edge of the precipace. Her lover reached her, clutched her, spinning her around to face him. Her eyes were wide with terror as the lover held her tightly, his lips pressed against her throat. Soon she grew limp and he released her. Suddenly there was a last surge of energy. She broke free and hurled herself off the cliff. Her scream reacting and echoing as she plunged downward. Her body was impaled on the large craggy rocks below. Her lover descended to the bottom of Widow's Hill. He found her body broken, lifeless, bloodless. As violent as her death was the expression on her face was one of serenity. As if this were the best possible ending to her life.

Abigail Collins was a four-great grandmother (GGGGGM) to David

He begins to talk of other storms that have assailed Collinwood and the Old House, and the ships that have crashed on the rocks below Widows' Hill in the past. They ask Barn to stay (fox in the henhouse!) and he decides to entertain/scare the crap out of them by relating some stories about ships crashing on the rocks below Widows' Hill, killing the sailors and leaving their weeping wives behind

Josette Collins: Born 1810 (157ya), died 1834 (133ya) age 24, married at 20 ya

Barnabas' plan comes out as he escorts Maggie into Josette's room, which has been lovingly and painstakingly refurbished. "This is your room," he tells her, "just as you left it long, long ago." He calls her Josette and says that will be her name from now on. She repeats the name, wonderingly, questioningly, and sits down to gaze at her reflection in the vanity mirror. They are going to be together from now on, he assures her, and enjoy the happiness they were denied so long ago. He's forgiven Josette for killing herself, for taking herself away from him. He stares at the portrait of Josette hanging above the mantle and back to Maggie. He wanted to give her life, not death, and now they will have another chance together. She takes his hand. "Life," she repeats in a childlike voice. He escorts her to a love seat and after she is seated, kneels in front of her like a man proposing

They will be together, never again separated, he vows. "You are my Josette." She pulls her hand from his grasp just as he's about to kiss it, as though emerging from her trance for just a moment. He shows her a magnificent white wedding gown and reminds her that it was hers. She'll be his bride. When Maggie starts to cry, he begs, "Please, no tears."--only happiness from now on. He gives her a music box that he brought from the Orient--it has traveled the centuries with him. Listen to the past and look to the future he bids her, playing the pretty melody (which I always preferred to the one that came after). Maggie raptly listens and we see her face segue into Josette's portrait as the music plays.

Jeremiah Collins is Elizabeth’s GGF

Jeremiah was Carolyn’s GGF

Jeremiah. Oh, says David, entering the room--he's my GGGFSure, of course, says Willie. He was richer than anybody, says David, he was married to Josette--her portrait is down at the Old House. That's nice, says Willie, not really paying attention. I could tell you lots of spooky things about her, says David. Willie chuckles. I bet you could, he says, wandering into the foyer. And that's Barnabas Collins, says David, showing Willie the portrait on the wall (the man himself!)--he died in England--he was rich, too, richer than anybody. Nice ring he's wearing, says Willie--is that a ruby? Yes, says David, a family heirloom. (ruby?) Family heirloom, eh? asks Willie--is it still around? Not that ring, says David, I don't think so--I haven't seen it. But there are other heirlooms around, says Willie, pointing--like this medal, here? Some, says David. Oh, come on, you're kidding me, says Willie. No I'm not, says David, we have plenty of family heirlooms, worth much, much money

Barnabas also admits that the story he told Carolyn and Vicki the night of the storm was the tale of Josette's suicide, but he says no one knows who Josette's lover was.

My GGGF founded this town, says David--that's why they call it Collinsport.

Barnabas talks to Maggie, calling her Josette over and over, reminding her of her impeccable taste, how they always used to dine together by candlelight

At the Old House, David, armed with a flashlight, lights a candle and sets it up under Josette's portrait, making it glow. It's me, David Collins, he says, can you hear me, GGGM?

The candlesticks seen on the dining table were part of Josette's dowry, brought from France. A silversmith fashioned them from her own design.

Jeremiah Collins was a very strong man

I understood that Barnabas Collins (GGGGF), the son of Naomi and Joshua (GGGGGP), died a few years after he went to England. That's true, says Barnabas, but apparently the family history didn't tell of his marriage, or the fact that he had a son who proved to be my GGGF

When Barnabas first met 18 year-old Josette, she could not speak a word of English and it was his job to teach her the language.

My favorite, of course, is Josette, says David--that's her portrait over there--he points to the far wall. Our ancestor from over a hundred years ago, says Barnabas.

The music box was the only present Josette ever accepted from Barnabas. She had to keep it hidden because there were those who were against their love. how the music box was the only gift she would accept from him because no one would accept their love

Jeremiah Collins built Collinwood

"If you see my big brother," says Sarah, finally speaking, "don't tell him you saw me. He doesn't like anybody to come down here." Sarah walks away slowly as Maggie gazes after her

The family album is open to a picture of Josette Collins wearing the locket, says Liz, going over to it--weren't you looking at it? No, says Vicki. Someone was, says Liz. That's impossible, says Vicki--because Frank and I left this room a minute ago--no one came in here since then. Are you sure? asks Liz. Yes, says Vicki, this book was closed when we left--did Josette Collins own that locket? We see the photo of Josette in the album, which looks nothing like Maggie or Vicki. Yes, she was the first Collins woman to own it, says Liz--it was given to her on he wedding day. Why should the book open to this page? Wonders Vicki--do you suppose that it's a sign--from Josette Collins?--

Liz tells Sarah that this is where widows perished, and tells some of their stories: Rachel Comstock lost her husband and five sons to the sea; Abigail Tolliver was a new bride whose husband drowned; Margaret Findley's husband was lost in a storm. All of the grieving women leaped to their deaths from this place, Sarah recalls the legend that the others await a fourth widow (great gauging of Liz' feelings, Mrs. J, perhaps you shouldn't have done that) to join them. When Liz nearly faints, Sarah pulls her away from the edge of the cliff just in time and leads her back home.

Jeremiah’s sober days were more rare than his drunken ones

Naomi Collins, who was supposedly buried with hers

Liz describes the stormy night in 1949, 18 years ago, when Paul Stoddard was leaving her--and taking a big chunk of Carolyn's inheritance with him, and Jason has prepared papers that falsely showed it all was rightfully Paul's.

Naomi Collins is stated to have had several children who are buried in the tomb and is stated to have died a very old woman, in her sleep.

Laura Murdoch Radcliffe 1840, and 1867. I understand there's another Laura buried here, says Peter--Laura Murdoch Radcliffe. The caretaker repeats the name--died by fire, he says. Where is she buried? Asks Peter. Outside in the ground, says the caretaker, she couldn't be buried here, she wasn't a Stockbridge. Laura Murdoch Radcliffe--born 1840, died 1867

, is there any mention of the death of Laura Murdoch Radcliffe? No, says Frank, there's no mention of it at all, except for this newspaper clipping--the masthead says Collinsport Courier, October 1867

but there's something else we discovered--an old newspaper, dated 1867--it tells of a death by fire of Laura Murdoch Radcliffe--it also tells about her son--as she was being consumed by the flames, attempts were made to rescue her, but she refused. Her son tried to rescue her? he asks. Oh, no, says Vicki, she was holding her son, clutching him in her arms. He...he burned to death with her? asks Burke. Yes, says Vicki. That's a pretty hair-raising story, isn't it? asks Burke. My heart almost stopped beating when I heard his name, says Vicki--his name, of course, was David.

was one thing Dr. Guthrie neglected to tell me--this son, this boy, David--he burned alive! Didn't he tell you about that, either? she asks. Yes, says Roger, faltering over the words--but what he didn't tell me was that this son, David--he didn't want to be saved--he wanted to burn! --in his mother's arms--in the flames--he wanted to--he wanted to!

the day before the date of the newspaper article (e.g., October 25) =

died by fire on October 26

[Garner & Garner] have miles of records that go all the way back to 1879,

The East Wing was closed over 50 ya, 1917

There are sections of Collinwood that have been closed off for more than 50 years

Why? she asks, this section of the house has been closed off for 50 years

Liz's great-grandmother gave her the emerald pendant in question when she turned 18.

Yes, a little, agrees Maggie--she could pass for your sister. Do you know who she is? asks Vicki eagerly. No, says Maggie, I told you, my father could have done it 30 years ago (1937)

[Elizabeth has] known [Bill] for more than 25 years, says Carolyn, he's been more than just the manager of our fleet and cannery--he's been a good friend. 1942

Elizabeth and Roger’s father die over 20 ya1967 : 1947

Liz (who doesn't seem at all upset) sits on the sofa and explains that they once had a butler named Hanscomb--why should that interest Vicki? She saw a portrait of a girl in Sam Evans' studio, says Carolyn, and the girl's name was Betty Hanscomb and it looked a lot like Vicki. Betty Hanscomb looked like Vicki? asks Liz. That's what she said, Carolyn tells her--she said even Maggie commented on the similarity. I haven't seen Betty Hanscomb for years, says Liz, but as I remember, she didn't look anything like Vicki. Who was she? asks Carolyn. Hanscomb's daughter or niece, I forget which, says Liz, I haven't thought about her or seen her in at least 25 years.

It's about this painting, says Vicki, handing it to him--do you remember who the model was? He takes it and gazes at it, then says it is an old one--not bad, pretty good, he remarks--amazing how your brush stroke changes in 25 years. Is that how old it is? asks Vicki. Far as I can recall, somewhere in the vicinity of...you know something, she looks a bit like you--or rather you look a bit like her, especially around the nose and mouth. That's why I want to know who she is, says Vicki. I know she was a local girl, says Sam--Hansen--no, Betty Hanscomb

--she was a lovely girl. Do you know anything about her? asks Vicki. I knew a great deal about her in those days, says Sam, sucking on his pipe. I heard that, Pop, says Maggie, returning to the room. That was before I married your mother, he says--I'm afraid this has no connection with you, because Betty left town about six months after I painted this--then I heard she had died about five or six months later--so you weren't even born then. Does she have any family? asks Vicki hopefully. Sam thinks and says her parents are both dead--no other relatives--sorry. Vicki looks dejected and says, "So am I." Wait a minute, says Maggie--Hansen--wasn't that the fella that Burke killed?

Bill Malloy had problems with a girl 20 ya; thought he had worked it out—he hadn’t. 1949

the almost 20 years I worked for Mr. Malloy

Don't tell me it's because of Paul, says Roger, because I know better than that. You know nothing at all! she proclaims. I know that this blissful marriage you were supposed to have had was not so blissful at all, says Roger cruelly. Roger was away at school. He had holidays from school, he says, I was home then, and saw enough to know I'm right--that's why I could never believe this story about you sitting and waiting and grieving for your long lost husband to show up

Vicki was born in 1947, 1946

Elizabeth last saw Sam Evans more than 18 ya, <1949

Elizabeth hasn’t left Collinwood in 18 years (universal constant) Elizabeth fired all the employees the day after Paul left; she hired Matthew Morgan that day – 18 years ago

Paul left Collinsport ; The money began to come to Vicki : 1949

Carolyn was born 6 months afterward

Matthew Morgan is almost killed when brakes fail on Widows’ Hill almost a year after he started working here, “17 ya”… 1950

Burke was born in Collinsport 1937

Bill Malloy hires Burke 15-16ya 1951-1952

Bill Malloy is managing the Fishing Fleet & Cannery

Burke left Collinsport in 1957. Burke hasn’t been in Collinsport in 10 years (universally constant)

Roger and Laura married the day after

David was born 8 months later

[David] doesn't know [Laura], he hasn't seen her since he was five years old--she's about as real as one of his imaginary ghosts.

Burke left prison in 1963

5 ya : 1962

I served five years, one month, three days and seven hours

(from Sept 19th, –10) Oct 22, 1962. Doesn’t work out.

(from Oct “, –10) Nov…1962

From Dec “, –10) Jan 1963

At that time, the other half was my brother, says Garner, he died 5 years ago

Just that she's come back after about five or six years

1963 Last time Elizabeth saw her banker

The money came until Vicki was 16 1963

1958 David was born

Mr. Malloy as anyone would have been--she clenches a fist and says he should have lived another 30 years (1997)

Liz slept on her childhood bed “‘every night until…’ then stops ‘until I was married.’”

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not another soul in that ghost-ridden house of tears. She asks what he means by that, and he replies that that's simple--you break a heart, it cries--but eternal and true--you've heard of Josette Collins?--this is where she stood--brought here from France as the bride of the man that built that house--he built it for her, gave it to her--but he couldn't give her peace--the townspeople hated her because she was a stranger--her husband's family hated her, because she was different--even the house hated her--so she would cry herself to sleep night after night, and then one day--this is where she stood--that's where she jumped--he nods toward the sea. How horrible! says Vicki passionately. House of tears, says Sam--some quiet night, if you listen real carefully, you can hear her crying her heart out with loneliness.

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Did you also know that three people have killed themselves jumping off that cliff? there was Josette, the wife of the madman who built this place, and a couple of others--come to think of it, they were governesses, just like you. What are you trying to do, asks Vicki, smiling--frighten me again? The legend goes, Miss Winters, teases Carolyn, that the body of a third governess will be found, huddled and broken, at the foot of yonder cliff.

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The wind, he replies, or the widows--yes, you hear them? he asks--moaning with grief as they have for hundreds of years. …--haven't you ever wondered why this is called Widows' Hill? … Unhappy, mournful--the agony of restlessness, they used to walk this hill, the widows, walk, stand and look out to the sea for husband to return that would never come back--the hours and days would pass, and there would be no masthead over the horizon, no sails, just emptiness, loneliness and grief--and then even that was taken from them--almost 150 years ago, when Jeremiah chose to build this house, he chose this hill, the highest in Collinsport, and they were no longer permitted here. --all the wives and sweethearts of the sailors on Jeremiah's ship were turned away, sent back to their homes, told to keep their grief to themselves. How terrible! Says Vicki. The winds/widows howl. They never went, says Roger--they never left. But that is only the wind, says Vicki. Is it? asks Roger--listen--carefully. If you're trying to make me nervous, you're doing very well, says Vicki. There are old men in town, says Roger who swear they've seen them, roaming the top of this hill in a high wind, crying bitterly, staring out to sea with empty eyes. Only a legend, says Vicki. Legends aren't real, he says, but we do have out ghosts up here and they are very real.

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Liz brings a tea tray into the drawing room, sets it on the table and checks her watch. She dials long distance operator 67, announces that this is Elizabeth Stoddard, Collinsport 4099--have you any report on that call I placed to Ned Calder?--I see--keep trying, please. She hangs up. She answers a knock at the door. Much too long, he says--you're looking good. So are you, she praises, not at all like a stuffy old banker. (I think he looks pretty darn stuffy.). Liz pours tea and says all she wanted was his advice on setting up a trust fund for her nephew. I have the papers right here, he says--is there something else I can do for you, too? No, thank you, she says. Has Bill Malloy been giving you any headaches? asks John. Of course not, she says. Don't misunderstand, he says, I like him, he's conscientious, capable, a good boy, as far as running your fishing fleet is concerned, but that's as far as Bill goes, too (Boy?) Bill is doing the best he can, says Liz, handing him a cup of tea. But he's no Ned Calder, says John--I imagine by now you've realized how much you need Ned. Liz looks down. Malloy hasn't been able to take his place, has he? asks John. Well, says Liz, I never intended he should, I thought that Roger... If you thought Roger could run the business, says John, that was wishful thinking--he's no more a businessman than I am a fisherman--you need Ned back at the helm before you whole fleet sinks. That's not going to happen, insists Liz. I was just speaking allegorically, says John--Ned's ideal for the fleet, it's been his whole life--what you need is someone to handle the common business--it happens that what you really need is someone to handle your life. You sound like Ned, says Liz wistfully--those were almost his exact words when he asked me to marry him. (Liz you got a proposal?) Why did he resign? asks John--because you refused him? He had other things he wanted to do, says Liz evasively. That isn't the truth, is it? asks John. I told you what he said, says Liz. Ned Calder is one of the finest men I know, says John. You seem to be forgetting something, John, she says--I'm still married. Your husband left you 18 years ago, he reminds her--why should you be denied your freedom?

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I think I understand, says Liz--many, many years ago, a stranger came to Collinsport--he was mysterious as all strangers are, because you know nothing of the past--and that's where the mystery lies--he was very glib, this man, and had a way with him. What happened? asks Carolyn. I married him, says Liz--he was your father--Paul Stoddard. Did you love my father? asks Carolyn. Yes, I loved him, says Liz. You've never told me much about him, says Carolyn

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Sarah thinks it over and says no, not when you think about it--they had that large staff at Collinwood 18 years ago, and when Paul Stoddard left, Mrs. Stoddard fired all of them--the cooks, the maids, the butler, the chauffeur, all of them--they haven't had anybody else there since old Matthew the caretaker

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Well, says Vicki, walking around to stand beside him, there is a name on it--right there, B. Hanscomb. This is a very old ledger sheet, he says, was it in a book? No, says Vicki, it was in a pile of papers in a box. Did you notice if the box had a date on it? asks Garner. I'm afraid I didn't, says Vicki. It would have helped, he says. Do you know her name? asks Vicki. HER name? asks Garner. I know that at one point, there was a girl named Betty Hanscomb who lived in Collinsport. In that case, I'm afraid I can't be of any help after all, he says, the only Hanscomb I recall is the Collins' butler. The butler? Asks Vicki. You mustn't think Collinwood was always the way it is now, says Garner--it once took a large staff to run the place. Do you remember his name? asks Vicki. I haven't the vaguest notion, says Garner, he was always called Hanscomb. It began with a B, points out Vicki. Yes, so I see, says Garner, but I don't think I can remember--Burt, Ben, Brad?--no, no use. What is that list of names and the amounts of money opposite? Asks Vicki, sitting back down. Seems to be an old monthly wage list of the employees at Collinwood, he says. Were there that many? Asks Vicki. A large staff, he says, two chauffeurs, three cooks, upstairs maid, butler, housekeeper, gardeners, handyman--and on special occasions, they'd bring in a dozen extras to help--this must have been one of those times. It's hard to believe there was ever any real gaiety at Collinwood, remarks Vicki. Believe me, there was, he says, even after Elizabeth married Paul Stoddard--he rises. And it all stopped when he disappeared? Asks Vicki. Yes, says Garner, hands in pockets, I believe it was about that time. (Sounds evasive to me.) And that's when the servants were discharged? Asks Vicki. Approximately, he says, I told you, that was an old sheet. 18 years old? Asks Vicki. Could have been much more than that, he says, 20, 25 years--in those days, when an employee had a job at Collinwood, it was a job for life. Apparently not, seeing as they were all discharged, observes Vicki. I meant before then, he says. Do you think any of the others on that list might know about B. Hanscomb? Asks Vicki. Possibly, says Garner, but before you get your hopes up, I believe I should tell you all of them left Collinsport. All of them? asks Vicki, surprised.

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Not so long ago, says Liz, we talked about your father and me. I remember, says Carolyn. Liz, her back against the door, tells her, I'm sorry to say the romance between your father and me wasn't so much between us, but the Collins money and your father--but there was a man I loved very much. Did I know him? asks Carolyn. Yes, says Liz. Bill Malloy, guesses Carolyn in a gooey tone. No, says Liz, Bill was just a good friend. This other man--is he here in Collinsport? asks Carolyn. No, he wanted me to marry him before I ever met your father, says Liz. Did I know him? asks Carolyn. Yes, says Liz--Ned Calder. Why didn't you marry him? asks Carolyn,. I kept him dangling too long, says Liz, I took him for granted--Joe Haskell reminds me very much of Ned Calder as a young man--he's patient--to a point.

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There was someone who claimed to, says Liz, but that was a long time ago--my great-aunt, when she was a little girl--… a woman appeared to my great aunt just before she was rescued

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with the cemetery that that's 5 miles out on the North Road, leading out of Collinsport? Not intimately, but I'm aware of it's existence, says Roger. It seems that members of your wife's family, her ancestors are buried there--I should say WERE buried there.

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They sorts through other items previously worn by Sarah, sister of the original Barnabas, Millicent and Joshua. Barnabas is especially touched when he finds one of Sarah's little dresses; it's clear Barnabas loved his sister very much.

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Sarah Collins' ghost appears and picks up the dress. My blue dress! she exults, and takes it away with her

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Barnabas Collins: "Mercy? There was a time when I needed it. A time that I begged for it from those who could have so easily have given it. From those who could have understood and helped. But they chose not to. And now I choose not to."

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Sarah Collins once learned a secret about the room in the Old House cellar, but her father forbade her from ever revealing it.

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Sarah Collins once posed for a portrait.

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The legend of the widows is said to consist of three women, who are waiting for a fourth to join them. However, previously the ghosts of four widows attacked Matthew on Josettes command.

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It was established in previous episodes that Josette Collins was said to have jumped to her death from Widows Hill. However, no mention was made that she was the widow of Jeremiah at the time of her death.

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The Collins Family Bible offers the following birthdates: Roger Collins September 14, 1925; Elizabeth Collins Stoddard February 28, 1917; Carolyn Stoddard July 16, 1946.

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Victoria Winters, on her own, visits and departs the Blue Whale late at night. This would seem to be a bit remiss on the writers' part as it has been established that there is a curfew on Collinsport, and that no women should be out alone at night with the Collinsport Strangler still on the loose.

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Today’s date is given at April 10th, 1967. There’s really no way to reconcile the dates with the information given in this episode with 189’s happening on, or around, October 26, 1967 and 463 occurring on April 3rd, 1968. It’s not stated outright that this is today’s date unlike 189 and 463, but that is what seems to be the implication. The writers most likely forgot that they printed the date on the paper prop in episode 180. It's also interesting to note that the tape and air dates for this episode are far off from the date Elizabeth writes for her death. If we stick with the date given in 189 of October 26th 1967 then today’s date could be no earlier than sometime in December 1967. There is certainly no way to reconcile a date of April 10th, 1967 with 463 occurring on April 3rd, 1968, as the passage of time suggested between 268 and 463 is not that of a year, closer to a couple of months at the very most which fits with this episode taking place sometime in December 1967.

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Paul Stoddard speaks of having to put up with Carolyn for the last 2 years. Previously Carolyn's birth had been established as being 6 months after Paul "left", and then later Elizabeth told Carolyn she despised the way Paul ignored his daughter, so that pushed her birth up before this event, but not by any known amount. The family Bible says that Carolyn was born July 16, 1946 which would be almost 21 years previously when Elizabeth had been 29 years old (Elizabeth was born February 28, 1917)

In Shadows on the Wall, the series' bible, it was originally planned to be at this point where Victoria Winters would have learned the truth of her heritage. During the 1949 flashback, Paul Stoddard would have cruelly informed Elizabeth Collins Stoddard of his affair with Betty Hanscomb which produced Victoria. However, these plans had been shelved (despite the references to Betty in earlier episodes) when the production team decided that Victoria would be Elizabeth's illegitimate daughter instead.

Flashback, 1949, Collinwood: Jason forces Elizabeth to go into the basement room and look at the spot where he buried Paul and tells her she can just say he ran off. They leave and he hands her the key to the room.

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This episode features the first mention of Victoria Winters' mysterious past for what seems like a long time. Whether he is telling the truth or not, Jason McGuire claims to know something about her.

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Joshua Collins, his father, who could have brought him peace but instead chained Barnabas in his coffin; Naomi Collins, his mother, a very quiet, gentle woman; Sarah Collins, his sister, who died at the age of nine with her doll - repaired by her brother the day before - in her arms. A

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Barnabas Collins (on Willie's reluctance to handle Jason's body): "You really are appallingly sentimental."

Willie Loomis (furious): "You wouldn't understand!"

Barnabas Collins: "Why? Because I never had a friend who died?"

Willie Loomis: "Did you?"

Barnabas Collins: "Yes. Once. Long ago."

Willie Loomis: "Was it Josette?"

Barnabas Collins: "No, she lived long before I knew Josette. She died when she was very young, and very innocent. She was very dear to me; I mourned her death for a long time."

Willie Loomis: "Never heard you talk this way before; you sound almost -"

Barnabas Collins: "Almost human?"

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Barnabas Collins (referring to the Mausoleum): "This was to have been our final resting place, but I never found rest - or peace."

Barnabas Collins (about his father): "He could have brought me peace, but he didn't He thought he was being merciful; what he did was no act of mercy."

Barnabas states that Sarah died before he ever knew Josette. This would ultimately be retroactively contradicted (or "retconned") in later episodes.

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eeping with established continuity, Barnabas Collins mentions Jeremiah Collins having built Collinwood. Of course, this was to be changed in later storylines.

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Elizabeth Collins Stoddard notes that there is a resemblance between herself and Naomi Collins; Joan Bennett would later play Naomi in the 1795 episodes.

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Carolyn confesses to having felt a chill herself when she tried on Millicent's 130-year-old gown, as if she was intruding on her ancestor's life.

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When relating his hatred for Jeremiah Collins to Willie Loomis, Barnabas Collins claims that he would have destroyed his rival if time had permitted. He reveals to his servant that Burke will be attending as Jeremiah Collins, who was an object of hate--the worst enemy Barnabas had--and, if time had permitted, he would have destroyed him. Tomorrow night, he might have the opportunity to do exactly that.

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Carolyn Stoddard claims that Millicent Collins' dress is from the 19th century when, in fact, it is from the 18th.

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His mood sours when he turns to the page featuring Jeremiah Collins' portrait in the album. Jeremiah stood in the way of Barnabas' and Josette's happiness, and he loathed him more than any other human being. Every moment he saw Jeremiah he longed for his death. And with Burke cast in the role of Jeremiah, they too will meet again tonight

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apparently reliving the night Josette died. She IS Josette, being pursued by. . .who? "He's getting closer!" cries Vicki/Josette--"He mustn't catch me!" Liz and Barnabas are concerned (well, Barnabas is afraid he's going to be exposed) and try to stop what's happening. "I've got to jump!" gasps Vicki. Just when it seems Vicki/Josette is about to reveal who her pursuer is, Barnabas leaps from his chair and shouts, "NO!!!", putting a stop to Vicki's trance. She falls unconscious to the table. Roger is pissed at Barn's stopping the seance, but Barnabas insists he was trying to avoid tragedy--Vicki was reliving the night of Josette's death

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Barnabas insists that person is moldering in a grave after 200 years

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Vicki and Burke, searching for Josette's grave, see two women in the distance, but can't identify who they are. When they do find Josette's marker, Burke calls it pitiful, and Vicki explains that this grave was Jeremiah's way of punishing Josette for deserting him by committing suicide

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[Sarah]'s been dead almost 200 years

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Sarah Collins: 1786-1796

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It's a whole bunch of things--he never discusses his life in England, his "cousin," Niall Bradford, died 130 years ago

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He gave it to the local librarian to examine, and that doll, though it looks brand-new, is actually 150 years old

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Sarah, who is behind him. Who are you, really? He asks, an where are you from? Collinsport, she responds--I lived on a hill in a big, big house until was about nine--ten--and then I got sick and everyone came to see me--and they were very, very sad. Because you were sick? Asks David. Because I died, replies Sarah. Be serious, insists David. I am, she says--I died, and everyone brought me such pretty flowers. If you died, what could you be doing here now? He queries. I don't know, says Sarah--I think I'm looking for someone.

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Liz delivers bad news to Burke--he can't buy the House by the Sea. Odd old Caleb Sayers Collins, who disliked strangers, didn't want the house to go to anyone but a Collins for 100 years and that won't be for another five

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Carolyn brings David a sandwich up in his room, and they have a nice cousin-cousin talk. She was brought up at Collinwood, too, lonely and friendless, she tells him. She once had a friend, Randy, who used to play with her and bring her sea glass. He brought her a piece of green glass on her 10th birthday and never showed up again. To this day, she isn't sure if he was real or imaginary, but she still misses him

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Willie Loomis states that Josette Collins was given her music box on her birthday.

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Josette Collins' gravestone, which rests beside a clump of elm trees, states that she was born in 1800 and died in 1822. She was buried away from the Collins' out of spite by Jeremiah Collins, who felt she deserted him when she committed suicide.

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39.

. I know, says Bill, but--that's probably for me, I told the office I was coming here. Then you might as well answer it, says Liz. Bill does, it's for Liz--person to person, from Portland. Ned Calder! Says Liz excitedly. Why would Ned be calling here? asks Bill. Because I asked him to, says Liz, smiling--yes, this is she--hello, Ned, how are you?--I'm all right--the reason I phoned is, I'd like you to come back to work for me. Arms crossed, Bill listens. Right now--as soon as you can, says Liz--I know you have another job, but Ned, it's important--I wouldn't have asked you if it weren't--all right, that's all I want you to do--think about it--but quickly, please--goodbye. So you're not afraid of Burke, are ya? asks Bill--a few months ago when Ned Calder said he didn't want to work for you any longer, I remember you telling me you hoped you'd never see him again. Would you object if he came back? asks Liz. Object? repeats Bill, no, indeed--he's a good man, smart, fast, just the one to deal with a character like Burke. That's what I thought, too, says Liz. But you're not afraid of Burke, says Bill. Bill, please, says Liz. The man was your business manager for more than 15 years, Bill reminds her, and then he quits--you practically begged him to come back, did you know that? I merely asked him to think about it, she says. Put it any way you want, says Bill, it tells me the pressures are really closing in on you--and that's just what I was afraid of. All right, says Liz, so Burke does worry me--if Ned could help, why shouldn't I ask him to come back? No reason, says Bill, no reason at all--so that's why I'm telling you this, right now--with or without your permission, I'm going to stop Burke cold--and today!

[mrraskat29]

Hello everyone! Excuse me for not sharing anything for so long. I want to publish my new work, a finished page from my long-term comic strip about the Revolution in the United States. Working with the page took an awful lot of time and effort, just like working with all the text, and I can't say when I'll do the next one.

Although the history of the United States begins in the 17th century, Britain had plans to colonize American lands a century ago before the first successful attempt.

After all, on the coast of the eastern part of the mainland there was land that no country had yet owned, so it was possible to start studying it.

In March 1584, Walter Raleigh received 1 patent from Queen Elizabeth for the settlement of lands in North America. Thanks to his active actions, in 1585 an expedition was carried out off this coast, named Virginia (in honor of the aforementioned queen). Nearby, on Roanoke Island, attempts were made to establish permanent settlements.

However, the first of them ended with the departure of the British home, and the second - with the disappearance of the colonists.

But then, just at the beginning of the 17th century, Richard Hackleet, who actively advocated the English colonization of America, was able to ensure that the then reigning King James 1 gave the go-ahead to his idea. Largely thanks to his efforts, the Plymouth and London joint stock companies (their association was called the Virginia Company), created in the same year, received permission for colonization in 1606. Londonskaya received the rights to settle the North American coast from the 34th to 41st parallel, Plymouth - from 38th to 45th.

The first to settle down on the coast with the London company. In May 1607, an expedition to America, consisting of gentlemen and poor people from England, ferried on three ships, founded the first permanent settlement, called Jamestown. It existed until 1699. In August of the same year, an expedition of the Plymouth Company created the Fort St. George fortification near the Kennebeck River. This colony was named Popeham and lasted only a year. Then most of the land of the Plymouth company was transferred to the London one. But in 1625, her patent was revoked, so the entire Virginia Company became a British colony with direct rule of the crown.

Migration to America was very desirable for certain groups of people who did not have a sweet life in Britain. Religious dissidents who did not agree with the establishment of the Anglican Church were especially eager to leave her. It was these people who played a crucial role in US history. Thus, a community of English Puritans (men, women, children) based in Holland, fleeing from persecution by the authorities, wished to leave for the British colonies (Virginia), where they wished to receive complete religious freedom. After receiving land rights and a paid move from the Virginia Company, subject to working off, they set off for the New World from Plymouth on the Mayflower ship. And the contract, signed earlier with the company, the Puritans (who also prove themselves as pilgrims) considered invalid due to an error in the course, because they landed much north of the intended place. The settlers, on the land where they left, in November 1620 founded their colony - New Plymouth. They had internal self-government here and pledged to obey laws "deemed appropriate and consistent with the common good of the colony" under the Mayflower Agreement, signed on November 11, 1620, on a ship of the same name with the Virginia Company. This document showed the independence of the colonists and their unwillingness to obey external regulations.

[thetravelingmarmot]

Enough about you, how about me. ! I have no idea how, aside from growing up with the nickname 'Squirt', a few close friends since 2007 have compared me to a Marmot. No idea why, but it kind of grew on me. However, with curiosity I looked up the critter in the dictionary and I was more attached to environments it can exist in, than other things.They can live in the Alps, The Carpathians, the Apennines, Rockies, the Black Hills and plateaus as far as India and Pakistan.

My two greatest passions is travelling and photography. Growing up in a missionary family, travelling was clearly instilled with me as a child. Photography, however, just grew on me throughout the years. Growing up between the Philippines, Michigan, California, and Kentucky has obviously given me different environments and cultures to accustom to and respect. Not to mention the yearly family vacations throughout the United States visiting Historical Sites, Landmarks, National Parks from sea to shining sea.

So, I guess, the Marmot, in my name, makes sense. I have travelled all over the US and beyond. If I could live a year in each place I would. In my many adventures thus far, I've watched really gross camels spit in Bethleham, breathed the same air as John Muir did many times over while camping in Yosemite National Park, walked the footsteps of Judas in the Garden of Gethsamene, traveresed down the (covered) Red Carpet the night before the 66th Golden Globes in Hollywood, purchased a Roots sweathshirt at Toronto's underground mall The Path, eaten cheese in Amsterdam, thrown from and got caught under a raft down the Kennebeck River in Maine, and walked the ruins of the Colosseum in Rome. I have now planted myself in Montana but I have much more traveling to go and where ever I go I will always have a camera with me. But most of all, when I am 80 years old I want to look at old photos I took and say, 'I remember that place, do I have a story for you!' -KLD

[bobmccullochny]

Kennebeck River Bell Tower

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Duke de La Rochefoucault-Liancourt, Travels through the United States of North America, 1800

Page 59: These two towns, which have rapidly raised themselves to a considerable degree of importance, and are but three or four miles distant from each other, carry on the same trade as Albany with about 25 or 30 vessels, which belong to them, draw from the back country the productions of these fruitful provinces, transmit them to New York, take in return European goods, and supply with them those parts, which were formerly supplied from Albany. The greater distance, however, and less depth of water, are circumstances unfavorable to these new towns.

Page 84: Potash, forming a considerable branch of the trade of Albany, as well as of other American cities, the back country of which has been lately cleared, I shall here insert such information as I have collected on the manner of preparing this salt, which is generally observed in the United States. This alkaline salt is extracted from common ashes, after they have been previously purified from all heterogeneous matter. It is obtained by solution and evaporation.

Page 350: The limestone in General Knox’s quarries at Thomastown is entirely crystallized, and mixed with a glittering sandstone. Some beautiful pieces of talc are occasionally found among its layers. It is easy to be burnt, and affords very good quick-lime. Farther towards the back country of Main, I found the rocks to be the same as on the coast. Such at least did they appear, whoever the ground was opened to any depth. On the surface, there was a pure gravel, or, more commonly, a clay, a stiff loam, or a rich vegetable earth. The cataract of Androscoaggin, near the mouth of Kennebeck River, exhibits strata of a hard schiftus. In Portland there is an intermixture of granite with sandstone and other glittering stones.

Page 412: The climate in Lower Carolina is warm, damp, unsettled, and unhealthy. the inhabitants suffer severely, every autumn, from malignant, bilious fevers, which cut off great numbers; even they who are most accustomed to the climate cannot preserve themselves from some fits of the fever. In the upper country the climate is less warm, more dry, and, of consequence, more healthy. As to the back country, no meteorological observations can be given, as the very use of the thermometer is there utterly unknown. In regard to the lower country, they are very regularly taken in Charleston, by the Medical Society of that place, which was instituted in 1791.

Page 420: No manufactory has hitherto been established in South Carolina, excepting a few corn mills in the back country, which have been constructed on principles so very indifferent, that they cannot furnish any flour for exportation, but merely grind sufficient corn for the consumption of some families in the lower country. The opulent inhabitants of Charleston, as well as rich farmers, use only the flour of Philadelphia or Baltimore. A mill, built near Camden, 120 miles from Charleston, after that erected at Brandywine, begins at present to furnish good flour.

Page 461: The back country, which begins behind Augusta, is far more populous, and exports tobacco, Indian corn, rye, and wheat. Slaves, as is asserted, are more numerous on the other side of Augusta, than on this side. There is no planter, who keeps a considerable number of negroes; but the smallest planters buy some as soon as they can, leave off doing any work themselves, and grow lazy, for which the masters of slaves generally feel a strong disposition, encouraged by the heat of the climate and the habits and manners of the country.

Page 465: Few of the United States are destined to greater prosperity than Georgia. But there must be hands to work this gold mine; and their labor must be rendered valuable by good order, by respect for the government, and a due administration of the laws. These objects will certainly be accomplished some time or other, but in the present state of things, it is difficult to fix upon the period when it shall come to pass. The inhabitants of the back country are more idle, drunken, and disorderly, than those who reside in the back parts of any of the United States. It is only to the government that these vices can be imputed.

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Moses Greenleaf, A Survey of Maine, 1829

Had not the original charter of Massachusetts been understood by that colony to that been bounded, on the north, by a line to be drawn due east and west, from a point 3 miles north of every part of the Merrimack river, which of course would extend its limits, on the sea coast, as far east at least as Casco bay, its government and people would never have thought of contending with Gorges for the territory included in his patent. This claim of Massachusetts probably prompted Gorges to seek support and confirmation of his title, in a new charter from Charles I, of whose case he was a zealous supporter, and with whom the stern republican spirit of Massachusetts found no favor. Had not the delicate and fall of the Stuarts revived the hopes and claims of Massachusetts, and alarmed the fears of the heir of Sir Ferdinando, for the safety of the best part of his title, it cannot be credible that he would have been so ready to compromise, and relinquish the whole to his adversary, for the comparatively trifling sum of £1250 sterling. And, to the zeal and energy of Massachusetts, in prosecuting her claims, and defending the territory from all encroachment, may be imputed the readiness of William to extend her limits, so as to place that of Acadia also under her jurisdiction. Again; had Gorges, who was a zealous royalist, met with no interruption from Massachusetts, the province of Maine, to the Kennebeck, would have been settled and remain under the control and influence of persons firmly attached to the royal cause. Acadia would have been either an independent royal government, or annexed to Nova Scotia. The education, character, and habits of the population of both, must, of course, have been very different from those of the people of Massachusetts, and a different character therefore must have been transmitted to their descendants. Under such circumstances, it can hardly be supposed that the few and thinly scattered inhabitants of this extensive coast, partly in possession, and wholly at the mercy, of the British force from Halifax or Castine would, at the breaking out of the revolutionary war, have ventured, any more than those of Nova Scotia, to have declared themselves on the side of independence; or, if they had, the possession of Portland would have been as easy as that of Castine, and Maine, being in that case a province by itself, distinct from Massachusetts, in full possession of the British force, and, in all probability, more friendly to the royal cause, there could have been no prevailing argument, at the treaty of 1783, to extend the boundary of the United States eastward of New Hampshire; or, if at all eastward of that State, still no human probabilities can justify the belief that it would have been extended east of the Kennebeck, which was the eastern limit of the ancient Province of Maine. It is therefore to a succession of causes, each the effect of antecedents which may be traced back to the preserving adherence of our ancestors of Massachusetts, to what they conceived to be their chartered rights, and imperious duties, that the State of Maine owes its present extent, and even its existence as a member of the American Union, instead of remaining, is it must otherwise have remained, a defendant British Province.

[peopleofmainequotes]

Lyman Coleman, The Antiquities of the Christian Church, 1841

We now look at Maine. Various unsuccessful attempts were made to settle this part of our country, then extending only to the Kennebeck river, at an early period. Its chief proprietor, Sir Ferdinando Gorges, being an episcopalian, naturally selected rulers for it of his own persuasion, who promoted the cause of the national church. Hence it was that this colony, for the most part, did not adopt the congregational forms. Thomas Jenner, a dissenting minister, in a letter of 1641, addressed to Governor Winthrop, observed that while preaching at Saco he had “not troubled the people with church discipline.” He also stated that he had advanced his opinion against “papal practices.” These, as he subjoined, “I saw the people here were superstitiously addicted to.” For such a step, he was charged by Mr. Vines, an inhabitant of that town, with striking “at the church of England.” This shows how very little congregational customs were then tolerated in one of the few settlements of Maine. So it was at Falmouth, occupied in 1628, where a church of conformists was soon established; and at York, colonized in 1630, where its proprietor apparently purposed to have a bishop’s diocese. From the wane of the royal cause in England, and the death of Charles I, in 1648, the sway of the national church diminished in this section of British America. At length proposals began to be made by the people of Maine, in 1651, to come under the jurisdiction of Massachusetts, as a means of preserving social order among them, and even their very existence. The next year a majority of the inhabitants there assumed a like relation; and thence religious observances of dissenters prevailed among them. 

[graniteman]

Little hike day before rafting 

[peopleofmassachusettsquotes]

John Eliot, A Biographical Dictionary, 1809

Page 31: Andross Edmund sir, ….. He was appointed governor of New England in 1686, and arrived in Boston on the 29th day of December. The first commission which was granted by James after he came to the throne was to Dudley, as president of a council of 28; of this council Randolph was secretary. But this was of a short duration; and more extensive powers were given to Sir Edmund, as he was then styled and every vestige of the old charter was obliterated. His prejudices were strong against the people of Massachusetts, and the puritanism of New England, these prejudices he discovered when governor of New York and they were confirmed by Randolph, who is handed down to us as one of the most despicable wretches that ever held an office in our government.

Page 95: Calef Robert, merchant, in the town of Boston, rendered himself famous by his book against witchcraft, when the people of Massachusetts were under the most strange kind of delusion. The nature of this crime, so opposite to all common sense, has been said to exempt the accusers from observing the rules of common sense. This was evident from the trials of witches at Salem, 1692. Mr. Calef opposed facts in the simple garb of truth to fanciful representations; yet he offended men of the greatest learning and influence. He was obliged to enter into a controversy, which he managed with boldness and address. His letters and defense were printed in a volume in London, 1700. Dr. Increase Mather, was then president of Harvard College; he ordered the wicked book to be burnt in the college yard; and the members of the old north church published a defense of their pastors, the rev. Increase and Cotton Mather. The pamphlet printed on this occasion has this title page, “Remarks upon a scandalous book, against the government and ministry of New England, written by Robert Calef,” etc. Their motto was, ‘truth will come off conqueror,’ which proved a satire upon themselves, because Calef obtained a complete triumph. The judges of the court, and jury confessed their errors; the people were astonished at their own delusion; reason and common sense were evidently on Calef’s side; and even the present generation read his book with mingled sentiments of pleasure and admiration. A new edition was printed at Salem, 1796. It is worthy of observation that Hutchinson, who was nearly related to the Mather family, speaks of R. Calef, as a man of a fair mind, who substantiated his facts.

Page 127: Cooke Elisha, son of the former agent, early bent his mind to politics, which enabled him to lead the deaths in the house of representatives. Before the arrival of gov. Shute he was not distinguished as the head of a party. He was a popular man in the town of Boston, had ben one of their representatives to the general court, and was chosen a counselor; he had the clerkship of the supreme court, which Shute took from him; and form that time he was his open enemy. He commenced a most violent attack upon his administration, and the next year was set aside from the council. There had always been two parties in the general court: Those who were old charter men; and the governor’s friends. The former had all the democratic spirit of ancient times, and were called the patriots of that day. They rested the ground of their opposition against the governor on his application for a fixed salary. Upon this Shute insisted, according to his instructions. And here Mr. Cooke directed his lethalis arundo, till he wounded the side of the chief magistrate, and made him quit his place. He went to England to make his complaints against the province; but would never return, though he was offered the government again, and justified in all his proceedings. Mr. Cooke was sent to the court of Great Britain as agent for the people of Massachusetts, but failed in his application, and obtained little of that respect and honor which he had in his own country. He returned to Boston, 1726. At the next election he was appointed counselor. He was on the side of the controversy, which opposed gov. Burnet, but not so violent as in former days, when his political resentment was stimulated by personal feelings. He was the warm friend of Belcher, who went over to the popular party before Burnet died.

Page 185: Eliot John, ….. During the war with the sachem Philip, 1675, our Roxbury divine appears in a character very interesting to the community. The traces of war are blood and slaughter. The people of Massachusetts, in their frenzy, would have destroyed the praying Indians with the savages whose feet were swift to spread destruction in every path. Mr. Eliot was their advocate and friend. They were put under a kind of duress, which was injurious to them if they were innocent, but which was more aggravating because they took a decided part against their own nation; this they bore with patience, or a very faint expression of complacency. Mr. Eliot was not only persuaded that they were friendly, but that they were of great service to the English, with whom they would live or die, rather than mingle with heathens. Being assisted by gen. Gookin, he defended their cause, and protected them against those men of violence who were less in the image of God than those poor outcasts of human society; men, who lost their reputation, as christians, because they gave way to the fury of their passions. Everything was said against the minister and magistrate which could be uttered by the foul mouth of the vulgar, or from the lips of some whose education was liberal, and whose religion ought to have made more candid; but who stimulated the bitter sarcasms of the multitude.

Page 222: In 1604, Gorges was appointed governor of Plymouth. Obtaining a patent from king James, of making settlements in America, he fitted out a ship, August, 1606, for discovery, which was seized and carried to Spain. The next year he, and sir John Popham, sent over two ships, with 100 men, who landed at the mouth of Kennebeck river on a peninsula, where they built a fort. When the ships departed, only 45 persons were left. It was the month of December, and they had to bear the cold of a North American winter. They had but a poor shelter form the storm, and to add to their misfortune, their store house was burnt, with a large part of their provisions. Other melancholy circumstances concurred to make them sick of the place, and they left it with disgust. This was the first settlement in New England. It was begun and ended in less than a year. Gorges was not discouraged; but with other associates, after the death of sir John Popham, who contriuted the most to help the first adventure, he planned several voyages to New England, which were executed with more or less success. He probably would have been discouraged, if the church at Leyden had not formed a settlement at New Plymouth; but this gave a new animation to his spirits, and strengthened him in his schemes. In 1623, a settlement was begun at Piscatqua, in which sir Ferdinando Gorges was concerned, and this led him into speculations that were afterwards injurious to the people of Massachusetts; for he joined with Mason in certain projects, equally detrimental to their freedom and interest. They endeavored to bring the whole country, form St. Croix to Maryland, under one form of government, and because Massachusetts charter stood in their way they tried to get it revoked. This was about the year 1635. A quo warranto was issued against the charter and order for the establishment of the general government, but the commissions in Great Britain prevented it being completed. Gorges obtained in 1639 a confirmation of his own grant, which was styled the province of Maine, of which he was made lord palatine. He was on the royal side in the civil war, but died soon after it commenced.

Page 403: Mr. Randolph died in the West Indies. It was said, that he always retained his prejudices against the churches and people of Massachusetts. On the other hand the inhabitants of this province who once held him in abhorrence, regarded him and his reproaches with the utmost contempt.

Page 480: Gov. B. Wentworth found his situation very unpleasant and his seat very uneasy, the latter part of his administration. Such mortifications he only shared in common with all who have held high and important stations in this or perhaps any country. Dr. Belknap observes, that “notwithstanding some instances, in which a want of magnanimity was conspicuous, his administration, in other respects, was beneficial. Though he was highly censured for granting the best lands of the province to the people of Massachusetts and Connecticut, with views of pecuniary reward, yet, the true interest of the country was certainly promoted; because the grantees, in general, were better husbandmen than the people of New Hampshire.