Tales from the Indian Stream Republic; Land Grant

Chapter 3 of the Tales of the Indian Stream  Republic

Loosely based on facts and locations, totally composed of fiction…

In 1763 Enoch Hapgood married Adele Somersworth of Concord New Hampshire soon after returning home from the Western frontier. He was working as a foreman for his father’s sawmill, which was a good trade.

One night his father mentioned at supper that the Viscount of Preston, a Scottish lord, was looking for someone to build and operate a sawmill in a township in the upper Connecticut river valley. Having a sawmill would serve to attract settlers, provide jobs, and in general provide the basis for a local economy. The offer included five-hundred acres more or less, of prime land free and clear. His land would be on the Southern border of the Preston Grant with the Connecticut River as his western boundary. His eastern property line would extend from the intersection of the North branch of the brook due South to the border of Woodbury Grant and west to the Connecticut River.

After some discussion after supper it was decided that Enoch should take the deal. Adele was fully supportive; most land deals included just forty acres with an annual quitrent fee.  To own that much land without rental fee was too good a deal to pass up.

At that time all land under the British flag belonged to the King or Queen of England.  It was His, or Hers, to dispose of as He or She saw fit. A grant of land, in the form of a Royal Charter, could be made to a loyal and trusted member of the royal court, or, more often it was sold to some individual or company to enrich the Royal treasury.

The British colonization of America followed this model that had been in place for at least a thousand years. It was also a carryover from the Romans, and in Briton, the Anglo-Saxons. The Charter holders then, acting in the name of the crown doled out land to the serfs, (quitrents) or Yeomen, (freeholders). The Crown reserved the right to govern the lands through Royal Governors who could call on the Army and Navy for support.

The royal House also reserved the right to tax whatever it wished to raise funds for the common defense and other costs of governing the lands.

Enoch knew many of the other settlers from his days with the Rangers.  They had passed through just south of Preston’s grant on their way home from St. Francis. They had in fact made camp at Fort Wentworth at Stonington NH at the confluence of the Connecticut River and the Upper Ammonoosuc River.  Unfortunately. at that time the fort had been abandoned for the winter. They had made camp there while a small party traveled to Fort Number Four at Charleston, NH to summon a relief party. There was no doubt that they could defend themselves from the few Indians left in the region. The land was rich and the forests were a good mix of hardwoods and softwoods.

Adele agreed for the first year she would stay with the Hapgood family in Concord, as she was with child. Enoch would go ahead to build a small cabin and spend the winter setting their new home and business in order.  Enoch, his brother, Sam, and two other men from the Concord area set out on the first of May 1763. Each of the other two men had two oxen, and wagons loaded with hardware and supplies. They would also be preparing the way for their families. Former Rangers all, they had no illusions that this would be an easy undertaking.

Following the Pemigewasset River north to the pass through the mountains at Franconia they joined up with a large party led by David Page Jr. and Emmons Stockwell, who were to settle the new grant of Lancaster, on the Connecticut River.  If he hadn’t already accepted rights to five hundred acres in Preston’s Grant, about forty miles travel to the north Enoch would have been quite happy accepting the invitation to settle in Lancaster. It was reassuring to know that a well-organized town was being set up within a couple days travel.

On the sixth of June they arrived in Preston’s Grant.  As promised, his holding included land on the Connecticut River with a stream in a narrow valley running back into the imposing mountains beyond. Enoch and Sam spent another week walking his homestead, searching out a proper site for his future home and sawmill.

Plenty of good foundation stone for the mill would come from the brook without too much trouble. Flooding would be a problem, but with care, not a big one. The cabin would go to the north side of the brook in a stand of Maple where it would receive the benefit of the winter sun and have nice cool shade during the summer.

It would be a small cabin, twelve by twelve, one door and one window both on the south wall to provide light during the day. The walls would only be seven feet high so that it would be easy to heat.

A fireplace on the west end and a shed in the back for the oxen to shelter in with a canvas covered hayrack to supplement the grain he had hauled from Concord.  For this year a packed earth floor would have to do. He’d lived with far worse serving with the Rangers.

They spent the summer putting up walls, cutting and splitting firewood and gathering hay from the floodplain by the river, splitting shingles for his roof, and helping his neighbors when needed.

Mosquitoes and biting flies were bad near the brook but his building site was high enough that the breezes kept the bugs away. He also found a patch of sweet fern that he could rub on the bug bites to get rid of the itch.

By early September 1763, they were ready to raise the roof which just about everybody in Preston’s Grant got together for. Once he had a roof in place they began packing clay mixed with sand and straw into the gaps between the logs of the wall.

Enoch also made a deal with Bradford Johnson, one of the first settlers, who was a stone mason to build his fireplace and chimney. He would be owing some sawmill production when he was up and running but that was a fair exchange of labor.

With the fall they also spent time hunting. They took two deer and a moose, and again worked a deal with a neighbor, trading the larger deer to have the moose and smaller deer, brined and smoked for his winter’s meat supply.

Once snow was on the ground and the bears were in their dens for the winter Enoch took another deer for fresh meat to add some variety to their meals. Venison was not rich in fat but there was enough to make a supply of pemmican. Root vegetables and wild sour apples would provide the rest of their diet for the winter.

With winter came time to start building up his supply of logs to turn into lumber. Winter cut trees had less sap in the wood so the lumber would dry quicker and with less splitting. None of the harvested trees would go to waste. What wasn’t usable for making lumber would make fine firewood. Once his own needs were met it gave him a tradeable commodity to stock up with.

By March they had piles of pine, tamarack, birch, black locust, elm, and maple logs plus all his next years firewood. Once the frost started to leave the ground they put the oxen to work pulling stumps to make a garden plot. The stumps themselves were arranged around the plot making a serviceable fence and the plot itself was well turned over by the oxens’ hooves as they strained to pull the stumps. Every day they added a wagon full of the winter’s manure to the garden plot. They planted Indian style; corn, with beans to climb the corn and squash and pumpkins as ground cover to keep the weeds down.

By mid-May 1764 the trails were dry enough that Enoch lent his brother and the pair of oxen to the stone mason who agreed to cancel some of his debt for a month’s labor. Enoch packed his trail pack and headed for Concord on foot. He stopped in Lancaster a day later, and spent a night there in exchange for carrying some letters back to Concord.  Traveling fast and light as he had learned to do as a ranger, a week later his  wife introduced him to his new son, William, who was six months old.

 

Sic Semper Fures

This is the second chapter of my Indian Stream Republic tales. On an historical note, The Indian Stream Republic was a short lived Republic that broke away from New Hampshire in the 1800’s.  The first post can be found here… The beginning of the Indian Stream Republic tales

 

Enoch Hapgood  decided to follow the north shore of Lake Erie instead of making the much longer, if safer trip along the southern shore, to Fort Niagara.  When he left Fort Detroit he had fifteen pounds of blueberry pemmican, five pounds of smoked venison jerky, five pounds of musket balls, (eighty-four, .69 caliber balls), two pounds of gunpowder, his bullet mold for casting more bullets, a bayonet, ten extra flints for his musket, his Ranger’s hatchet, and of course his Brown Bess firelock musket.

He as also carrying just over six pounds of various gold and silver coins. He had sold off the plunder he had collected from the sacking of Detroit. The plunder was too bulky to carry conveniently and he’d taken a loss on the sale. He would still be a wealthy man if he got it all home and it was much safer to travel light and not appear to be too well off. That sort of attention got people killed in the wilderness.

He also had his blanket roll, a small sheet of canvas for a shelter, fifty feet of rope, a wooden canteen, and an extra pair of moccasins which he knew he would need before reaching Concord. All told, he was carrying just over fifty pounds of necessaries. He planned on buying another fifteen pounds of pemmican at either Fort Niagara or Fort Oswego in New York territory depending on how fast he was able to travel. He never knew what to expect beside trouble on the trail.

He traveled at a quick trot when the trail was good, which was standard for a Ranger. Following the lake shore, Enoch kept it in sight but never traveled near the lake itself as was good Ranger practice. There was no sense in limiting your escape options if you were surprised.

He reached the Niagara river in just six days. There he got lucky and met a British Army patrol. His Ranger uniform convinced them he was a messenger, which got him a free boat ride across the river along with instructions for the best trail to Fort Oswego. Another hard three days to the east.

When he came in sight of Fort Oswego he circled back off the trail until he found a stand of tall slim spruce trees about twenty-five feet tall. Selecting one, he climbed up to near the top and tied his rope to it. Once back on the ground he located a fallen tree and ran the rope under it. then he pulled the top of the spruce down and tied it off to the log.

Making a sack out of his canvas containing most of his coins, supplies and a fifty-pound stone to help make it easier to pull the sack down again. He tied the sack to the tree top with a quick release knot then unhitched the rope and let the tree lift the sack back up so it was hidden in the tree tops of the spruce stand. Rangers often cached food supplies like this in bear country as bears liked pemmican as much as Rangers did and could smell it over great distances.

He made camp there that night and headed into the trading post at the fort the next morning. The trading post was a busy place, with a large inventory of trade goods. Beside fifteen pounds of pemmican, Enoch picked up another pair of bear hide moccasins, some hardtack, and a bar of lead for making bullets, and some British East India company tea.

He also looked over some new wool blankets that the East India company was using as trade goods for furs. White wool with four colored stripes. The trader explained that they were called Hudson’s Bay blankets and came in various sizes, 2.5, 3, 3.5, and 4 points. The four-point blankets were big enough for a standard marriage bed.

Enoch shook his head, they were really nice blankets but he was on the trail and they were just too bulky to travel well.  If the East India company was selling them they would be available back home too.  He could tell that they were a popular item as the trader didn’t push too hard or offer any discounts to sweeten the deal. Enoch settled his bill and shouldered his rucksack once outside the3 door. As he was leaving the fort he noticed another traveler following him and paused.

“Where you headed pilgrim?” the other man asked.

“King’s business,” Enoch replied.

“Westing?”

“Niagara in two days-time.”

“Want some company? Headed that way myself.”

Enoch shrugged. “Free trail if you keep up. I’ll not be wasting time waiting on any man. His Highness is depending on me, my Captain said.”

The other man snorted and chuckled, lead on then.”

“You’ve a name I suppose?”

“People call me Percy.”

“Enoch.” ‘Purse-y more like…this one is not a good man, even smells sour.’ Enoch started double timing back toward his camp.

“Damn, what is your rush Enoch?”

“Told you, Fort Niagara in two days.  Keep up or follow, your choice.”

“Guess I’ll follow, I ain’t in that kind of hurry!”

“Good then.” And Enoch picked up his pace.  He passed the turn off to his camp, moving fast. He soon came to a stream crossing the trail, pulled off his moccasins and stepping rock to rock moved up-stream for a hundred paces before cutting back toward his stand of spruces. Slipping his moccasins back on he moved with a ranger’s stealth, slowly moving from tree to tree to pause and listen.

He heard ‘Percy’ come up to the stream and pass beyond it before returning and following down stream slowly looking for sign. Deciding he had time to get to camp and with a little luck retrieve his travel gear and arrange a surprise for any intruder…

Enoch was pulling his rope to lower his stash when he heard…

“Well what have we here Enoch?”

Turning to his right, Enoch saw Percy approaching with a double-barreled pistol pointed in his direction.  “Nothing that concerns you, I’m sure. Just let me tie this off and we’ll discuss that if you want to.”

“I think not. You just keep hold of that rope with both hands, while I take a look-see what’s in that sack,” replied Percy, as he reached to pull the loose end of the quick release knot.  He let his eye follow the sack to the ground and Enoch twisted backwards he flipped the coiled tangle of rope around Percy’s neck and released the rope holding the sapling down.

The pistol discharged as Percy reacted to the unexpected move as he was suddenly jerked off his feet to the sound of a loud “pop” as his neck broke in the tangle of rope.

“Like I said ‘Purse-y’ there’s nothing here that concerned you,” muttered Enoch, as he remembered a Latin phrase from school… ‘Sic Semper Fures… Thus, always to thieves.  Guess I better stop at the trading post and pick up some fresh rope. Might even buy one of those nice blankets too…

 

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