Christiana's Journey through The Maine Woods
1813
Little Christiana Wormwood was playing
school, teaching the baby Sally to say:
''I live in the town of Alfred,
County of York,
District of Maine,
State of Massachusetts."
She was interrupted by a stranger, a
tall man with a pleasant face, who, courteously lifting his hat,
addressed her mother, ''Mrs. Wormwood, I believe? I am Samuel
Cook of Houlton and bring you a letter from your husband."
''I am so glad to see you, Mr. Cook. It
is a long time since I heard from my husband."
''He is all right. Madam, and doing well
at his work. While you read your letter I will get acquainted
with these little folks. I have some just their size at home.''
Then she read:
Houlton, Maine, July 4, 1813.
My dear Wife:
I am taking advantage of Mr. S. Cook's
trip to Western Maine to send you news of my welfare. I am doing
well here, and think this new country is the place for us to
settle. If you all are well, Mr. Cook will bring you when he
returns, and I hope to see you before winter. Baby Sally must be
quite a girl now. Tell Christiana Father hopes she grows good as
fast as she grows tall. Much love to them both. I must tell you
of my adventures coming from Bangor to Houlton last year. I
hired an Old Town Indian, who said he knew the road through the
woods, to pilot me. We paddled up the Penobscot and Mattawamkeag
Rivers. The fellow did not know much English, and after a while
I thought he did not know much about the way. At a carrying
place there was a sort of path which I thought I understood him
to say led to Houlton that it was but a day's journey away and
he could direct me so that I could find my way alone. So I sent
him back and went on with food for one day in my saddle-bags and
my pack of joiners' tools on my back. After leaving the stream,
there was no path and I wandered some days in the woods.
Exhausted, I left my tools on a "horseback" between a pond and
the stream, and struggled on one day more, following the stream,
climbing over water-falls and through tangled swamps. Suddenly I
came out in the clearing of Dr. Rice in Houlton, who took care
of me. In a few days I was completely recovered. Mr. Kendall
went back six or seven miles with me and got my tools in Hodgdon.
You will have no such experience as Mr.
Cook is familiar with the trail and will conduct you safe over.
I built a house for Dr. Rice and am building for Mr. Aaron
Putnam now. You will like the people here very much.
Good-bye until we meet,
Your loving husband,
Samuel Wormwood.
The children were talking with their new
friend.
"Do bears live where our new home is to
be?" asked Christiana.
"Yes, Christiana, but brave girls
needn't be afraid of bears. I know a woman who saw a bear trying
to steal her pig. She caught up a gun, but it was not loaded, so
she took a pitchfork and threatened the bear. Old Mr. Bear,
rising on his hind feet, looked between his paws with a horrid
grin, as if to stand the attack, but between the squealing of
the pig and the persistent threats of the pitchfork, he ran
away. The men and boys running in from the field followed and
killed the bear."
"What a hard trip my husband had! How
shall we go?'' asked Mrs. Wormwood. ''Our people went by boat
from Boston up the River St. John to within twelve miles of
their destination," said Mr. Cook. "Because of this war and the
enemy's vessels on the coast, we must go overland to Old Town,
then by canoe up the Penobscot and across to the St. John. It is
a long journey but perfectly safe. All the Indians we meet will
be the peaceful Penobscot Indians, the Tarratines."
''Is there danger from the Indians in the new settlement?"
"Both the English and American settlers
have been very much afraid of Indian raids. But the British
after the Revolution pursued the Indians to their retreats, and
removed the fierce St. Francis Tribe to lands far beyond the St.
Lawrence and the Mallecites to the Tobique. When you heard war
was declared between England and America, the Tobique Indians
put on their war-paint and started out to destroy the little
settlement at Houlton. English soldiers from the Woodstock
garrison met and disarmed them, putting them back on their
reservation under strict orders not to cross the Aroostook
River, even on a hunting party."
''Have women and children been over this
trail?"
''No, but we will take yon safe through
the great woods. Now when can you be ready to start!"
"In a few days, Mr. Cook."
So, on Sept. 1st, 1818, Christiana and
little Sally and their mother set out upon their long journey in
Mr. Cook's wagon. They stayed a few days in Saco at their
grandmother's, and Christiana's Uncle John Pattison went as far
as Portland with them.
They stopped one day at the Elm House.
From the steps Christiana saw a stately pageant, as, to the peal
of the minute guns, the bodies of the two captains killed the
day before in the naval battle off the harbor were borne to
their last resting place on Munjoy Hill. In its dignity and
solemnity the military funeral was very impressive and
Christiana never forgot the coffins covered, one with the
American, the other with the British flag, and the strange
uniforms of the British soldiers as, with arms reversed and
muffled drums, they followed the funeral car. In the afternoon
Mr. Cook went on board the Enterprise and Boxer down in the
harbor.
Leaving Portland September 7, they drove
to Winthrop where they rested one day, then out to the Kennebec
River. After passing through Albion, the turnpike came to an
end. The rest of the way to Old Town was a rough road, grubbed
out in the forest.
At Old Town, their journey by land
ended. Joe Goodenough, who had come thus far with Mr. Cook on
his outward trip, was waiting for them with canoes and two
Indians. The travelers staved a day and a half at the tavern
kept by Jackson Davis, a Quaker. Christiana was much amused to
hear Mrs. Davis say to a boy who had been sent after the cows
and came back without them, "Thee go again, and pluck thine eyes
open."
At last they embarked on the brown
waters of the Penobscot, and slipped by Indian Island and the
cleared farms into the great forest through which they must
follow the winding water-courses for many days. Christiana
enjoyed the change from wagon to canoe, and the old mossy woods
with their wavering spots of sun and shadow. The last house was
at Sunkhaze stream, where they thought of spending the night,
but the family seemed so poor with so many neglected children
that Mrs. Wormwood told Mr. Cook she would rather camp on the
shore. A tent of quilts and rugs was made for her. The men had a
bed of boughs before a crackling fire. They spent eleven nights
this way. Camping out nights was a novelty to Christiana and
Sally, and an Indian was a sight they had never seen before.
Young Peopold, a handsome young fellow, joked and sang and
danced for them. Old Mattanis was a strong, brawny brave who
helped paddle the heavily laden barks.
They spent a night at Gordon's Falls.
The fourth day they followed the meanderings of the
Mattawamkeag, delighted with the beauty of the scenery, the
enormous, towering pines, the banks and tablelands covered with
shrubbery and giving the appearance of a cultivated garden, the
golden autumn leaves carpeting the surface and fringing the
shores, the pointed firs everywhere. They heard the woodpecker's
death drum to nests of bugs and knots of worms and the squirrels
chattering and winding up their clocks in their throats. At
Baskehegan Falls they got the finest, fattest trout they ever
ate. When they left the Baskehegan near Danforth, everything had
to be carried over to the Chiputneticook Lakes, where they
stopped for the night.
"Not far from here," said Mr. Cook, "a
spotted line marks a trail of about forty miles through the
woods to Houlton. ''Mr. Cook carried little Sally in his arms
over all the portages. Christiana walked with her mother. The
children wearied of the journey and Christiana said, "Mother, I
did not know there were so many trees in the whole world!'' Here
old Mattanis went astray and it was quite dark before he
rejoined the company. Asked what he would have done had he not
found the camp he said, "O, spoze me starve three days, then
eatum sable, " as if by that time nothing would come amiss.
In the morning they launched on Grand
Lakes which looked oceanic to the children. A squall arose and
beat against the frail barks, but it soon passed. Next day they
went through the Thoroughfare and across to the east side of
North Lake.
On the Thoroughfare they overtook a
party of six men who had started sooner than they to cross North
Lake. When Christiana and Sally got across the lake there was
the men's campfire and some fish ready cooked, with a note
attached stating that they were left "for Mother and the little
ones." From North Lake a carry was made to the nearest Eel River
Lake, whence they proceeded down Eel River to the St. John.
It was cold and frosty in the morning.
Most of the bright leaves had fallen. There were rains and one
dull, cheerless morning after a cold night, little Christiana's
courage failed at one of the carrying; places. She was so tired
she sat down and refused to go on.
"Mother" she said, ''I know we shall die
here anyway, for we can never get out of these dreadful woods!"
"Don't be discouraged," said kind Mr.
Cook, "in two or three days more we shall be home."
Going six miles up the St. John they met
Mr. Wormwood with horses. The men whom they had seen at the
Thoroughfare had arrived two days ahead of them and informed Mr.
Wormwood of his family's approach. Christiana was delighted to
see her father, but little Sally clung to good Mr. Cook whose
strong arms had carried her so many miles. They spent the night
at Mr. Wolverton's farm. Next morning, October 10, they went
with the horses, through the woods by the spotted line to
Houlton.
The first farm was Mr. Cook's, and out
of the big log house came Polly and Willy and little Fanny Cook
to meet their father. The Wormwood family stayed one night with
the Cooks, then went two miles farther across the Meduxnekeag
Stream to Aaron Putnam's new frame house, where Mr. Wormwood had
secured rooms for his family. Christiana was nine years old and
Sally three, at this time. Christiana lived 81 years in Houlton
and saw the forest give way to fertile fields and pleasant
villages.
She never forgot her journey through the
Great North Woods and often told her children's children about
it as I have told it to you.
Anna Barnes
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