The Story of New Sweden
Part I
If you would know the story of New Sweden from the beginning we
must go back to the time of our great Civil War.
Early in that fateful struggle our grand President, Abraham
Lincoln, appointed me, then but twenty-three years old, one of
the thirty "War Consuls" of America, and sent me to represent
our country at the port of Gothenburg on the west coast of
Sweden. During a three years' residence there, I acquired the
Swedish language, became familiar with the history, manners and
customs of the people, and learned to know, respect and admire
the manner of men and women they were. I had beheld also the
thousands of sturdy Swedish farmers and workmen who every year
came down from the interior to Gothenburg with their fair-haired
wives and children and their ponderous chests of baggage, went
on board the steamships in the harbor, and sailed away for
America.
As a patriotic American I was proud of
this emigration, but regretted that none of all these emigrants
settled in Maine. All passed by our State and went to build up
the states of the West and Northwest. Yet no state or territory
in the Union is better adapted by nature to become the home of
Swedes than the northern, wooded State of Maine.
|
Hon. W. W, Thomas |
No better emigrants than the Swedes ever
landed on American soil. Honest and industrious, law-abiding and
God-fearing, polite and brave, hospitable and generous, of the
same old northern stock as ourselves, no foreign speaking
immigrants learn our language more quickly, and none become more
speedily Americanized or make better citizens.
Maine is a state of great, but largely undeveloped resources. In
the northwestern portion there was and still is, a wilderness
domain, whereon is scarce a settler, larger in area than the
state of Massachusetts, covered with a stately forest,
possessing a soil of unusual depth and fertility, and watered by
plentiful streams.
I resigned my consulship and returned to
my native State at the close of 1865. I had become convinced
that immigration of some sort was a necessity and that Swedish
immigration would be the best. But how could Swedish emigrants
be procured and how could they be retained within the limits of
our State after they arrived here! I finally worked out a plan
to found a Swedish Colony in Maine, and for three years after my
return I preached in Maine the faith that was in me.
I presented a bill to carry out my plan
to the Legislature of 1869. When the bill came before the House,
a member arose and said: ''Mr. Speaker, we have paupers enough
in Maine already, and now comes Thomas and proposes to bring
over a whole shipload more of them." Need I add that my bill was
unanimously voted down!
I did not lose courage, however. I
appeared again before the Legislature of 1870 with my bill, and,
on March 23d, the bill was passed and became law. Two days
after, I was appointed Commissioner of Immigration and the fate
of my plan was placed in my own hands.
Having successfully arranged all
preliminaries in Maine, I sailed for Sweden, arriving on the
16th of May at my old post, Gothenburg. I at once traveled among
the people and everywhere preached a crusade to Maine. But the
crusade was a peaceful one, its weapons were those of husbandry
and its object to recover the fertile lands of our State from
the dominion of the forest.
To secure the right class of people
seemed the most difficult part of the whole enterprise. I
there-fore dwelt on the fact that, as only a limited number of
families could be taken, none would be accepted unless they
brought with them the highest testimonials as to character and
proficiency in their callings.
The problem soon began to solve itself.
Recruits for Maine began to appear. All bore certificates of
character under the hand and seal of the pastor of their
district, and all who had worked for others brought
recommendations from their employers. No one was accepted unless
it appeared clear that he would make a thrifty citizen of our
good State of Maine. In this way a little colony of picked men
with their wives and children was quickly gathered. The details
of the movement, the arguments used, the objections made, the
multitude of questions about our State asked and answered would
fill a volume. I was repeatedly asked if Maine was one of the
United States. One enquirer wished to know if Maine lay
alongside Texas, and another wrote asking if there were to be
found in Maine any wild horses or crocodiles.
On June 23d, the colonists, who had been
recruited from nearly every province of Sweden, were assembled
at Gothenburg, and on the evening of that day, midsummer's eve,
a Swedish festival, I invited them and their friends to a
collation at the Baptist Hall in that city.
Two days afterwards I sailed away from
Sweden with the first Swedish colony of Maine.
The colony was composed of twenty-two
men, eleven women, and eighteen children, fifty-one souls in
all. All the men were farmers; in addition some were skilled in
trades and professions, there being among them a lay pastor, a
civil engineer, a black-smith, two carpenters, a basket-maker, a
wheelwright, a baker, a tailor and a wooden-shoe maker. The
women were tidy housewives and diligent workers at the
spinning-wheel and loom. All were tall and stalwart, with blue
eyes, blonde hair and cheerful, honest faces. With strong
feelings of pride, T looked upon them as they were mustered on
the deck of the steamship Orlando.
Part II
On July 13th we landed at Halifax. The
next day we continued our journey across the peninsula of Nova
Scotia and over the Bay of Fundy to the city of St. John. July
15th we ascended the St. John River by steamer to Fredericton.
Here steam navigation ceased on account of low water, but two
river flat-boats drawn by horses, were chartered. The colonists
and their baggage were placed on board and at five o'clock the
next morning our colony was on its way again up river.
Near Florenceville the first misfortune
befell us. Here, on July 19th, died Hilma C. Clase, the little
daughter of Capt. Nicholas P. Clase. Her body was properly
embalmed, placed in a quickly constructed coffin and brought on
with the Colony. "We cannot leave our little one by the way,"
said the sorrow-stricken parents, "we will carry her through to
our new home.''
On the afternoon of Thursday, July 21st,
the flat-boats reached Tobique landing. Six days had been spent
in fowling up from Fredericton; the journey is now" accomplished
by railroad in as many hours.
Friday morning, July 22d, I procured
teams for the colonists and their baggage, and the Swedish
immigrant train started for Maine. At the border, we were
welcomed by the citizens of Fort Fairfield with a salute of
cannon, with flags and flowers and with a sumptuous banquet in
the Town Hall. Refreshed, we continued our way up the broad
valley of the Aroostook, and were most hospitably received and
provided with entertainment and lodging for the night by the
people of Caribou.
Next morning the Swedish immigrant train
was early in motion and soon passed the last clearing of the
'American pioneer and penetrated a forest which now for the
first time was opened for the abode of man.
At twelve o'clock noon, Saturday, July
23, 1870, just four months from the passage of the act
authorizing this enterprise, the first Swedish colony of our
State arrived at its new home in the wilds of Maine. As the
wagon train stopped in the woods, a little south of where the
Swedish capitol now stands, the Swedes instinctively drew
together in a little group around me, and here, in the shadow of
the forest primeval we devoutly thanked God, who had led us
safely on our long journey, and fervently prayed for His
blessing and guidance in the great work that lay before us.
Here, too, I baptized the town ''New Sweden," a name at once
commemorative of the past and auspicious of the future. Here
Swedes and Americans broke bread together, and the colonists ate
their first meal on the township where they were to hew out of
the forest homes for themselves.
The next day was the Sabbath. The first
religious service in the township was a sad one, the funeral of
Hilma C. Clase, the little Swedish girl who had died on the
passage up the St. John River.
Monday the Swedes drew lots for their
forest farms. Tuesday morning, July 26th, they commenced the
great work of converting a forest into a home. Through summer
and fall the primeval forest rang from morn till eve with the
blows of the Swedish ax. The prattle of Swedish children and the
song of Swedish mothers made unwonted music in the wilds of
Maine. New clearings opened out and new log-houses were rolled
up on every hand. Odd bits of board and the happily twisted
branches of trees were quickly converted into furniture.
For myself it was a pleasure to share
the toils and privations of our new settlers. Every day I was
among them from dawn till dark. On foot or on horseback I
visited them all.
On August 12th, a new immigrant arrived
in the colony. He was a native American, a good-sized boy baby,
born to Korno, wife of Nils Persson, the first child born in New
Sweden. He is alive and well today, a man and voter. He rejoices
in the name of William Widgery Thomas Persson.
Sunday afternoon, August 21st, occurred
the first wedding. I then united in marriage Jons Persson to
Hannah Persdotter. The marriage ceremony was conducted in the
Swedish language but according to American forms. In the evening
a wedding dinner was enjoyed at the Perssons'. All the spoons
were of solid silver, heirlooms from Old Sweden.
Thus within the first month of the
colony's existence, it experienced the three great events in the
life of man, birth, marriage, death.
Many colonists whom I had recruited in
Old Sweden could not get ready to sail with me in the Orlando.
They promised to follow and kept their word. All through the
fall these new immigrants came dropping into our settlement,
until in December New Sweden had 114 Swedish settlers, a number
larger than the original Plymouth Colony of 101 souls.
Again, although nearly half of our
brave Pilgrims died the first winter, there was not a death,
nay, not even one single day's sickness of man, woman or child
in New Sweden during the first year. For four years I remained
with "my children in the woods" and superintended the
development of the colony.
In the fall of 1873 the little
settlement of fifty had increased to 600, and outside of New
Sweden as many more Swedes were located in our State, drawn to
us by our Swedish colony. The trees on 2200 acres had been
felled; 1500 of these acres were cleared in a thorough and
superior manner, of which 400 were laid down to grass.
I then felt that all the conditions of
the plan on which this experiment had been made, were fulfilled.
The colony had been recruited in Sweden, transplanted to Maine,
fast rooted in our soil and made self-sustaining. The infant
colony was now strong enough to go alone.
On Sunday forenoon, October 19th, 1873,
I met the Swedes at the Capitol. Nearly all the settlers, men,
women and children, were there. I recounted the history of the
colony since the first adventurous little band had met together
in Old Sweden, spoke such words of friendly counsel as the
occasion suggested and justified, and then took leave.
In my annual report to the Legislature
at the close of 1873, I recommended that all special State aid
to New Sweden should cease. I further took pleasure in
recommending that the office of commissioner of immigration,
which I held, be abolished, since the accomplishment of the
undertaking rendered the office no longer necessary; and thus I
laid down the work which for four years had occupied the better
portion of my life and endeavor. Though my official connection
with New Sweden ceased with 1873, this colony has never ceased
to occupy a large portion of my heart, my thoughts and my
prayers.
Among the causes that have contributed
to the success of New Sweden are the industry, the economy, the
honesty, the temperance and the deep religious faith of the
colonists themselves. There has never been a rum shop in New
Sweden and her churches are filled with sincere worshipers every
Sunday in the year. The Swedish women have ever rendered active
help to their husbands. The Swedish wife not only did the
housework but helped her husband in the clearings amid the
blackened stumps and logs. Many of the Swedes cut their logs
into lengths for piling with cross-cut saw's. Whenever this was
the case, you would see that the Swedish wife had hold of one
end of the saw.
Once, riding out of the woods, I met one
of our Swedish women walking in with a heavy sack on her back.
As she passed, I noticed a commotion inside the sack.
"What have you in there!" said I.
"Four nice pigs," she replied.
"Where did you get them.?"
"Down river, two miles beyond Caribou."
Two miles beyond Caribou was ten miles
from New Sweden. So this good wife had walked that morning
twenty miles; ten miles out, and ten miles home with four pigs
on her back, smiling all the way, to think what nice pigs they
were.
Another wife, Mrs. Kjersti Carlson, when her husband was ill and
her children cried for bread, with her own hands felled some
cedar trees, sawed them up into butts, and rifted out and shaved
these butts into shingles, one bunch of which she carried five
miles through the woods on her back, to barter at the corner
store for medicine and food. By such toil was the wilderness
settled.
The Swedish immigrants soon overflowed
the boundaries of the township of New Sweden and settled in the
adjoining American towns of Woodland, Caribou and Perham. They
also pressed over the boundaries to the west and founded the
daughter colony of Westmanland. To the north our Swedish
settlers have founded the daughter colonies of Stockholm and
Upsala.
New Sweden township today contains, in
round numbers, 1,000 settlers. In the adjoining colonies there
are at least 1,000 more. In the State at large there are more
than 3,000 Swedes brought hither by the influence of our Swedish
colony. The State of Maine contains today at least 5,000 Swedish
inhabitants.
Our Swedish settlement today has three
saw mills, two starch factories, five large stores, two
blacksmith shops, a creamery, a fine Grange Hall, two post
offices with rural delivery, four churches, an excellent band of
musicians, a central telephone exchange with 250 telephones in
use, and nine modern school-houses, where graded schools are
taught by well-trained Swedish teachers.
Some of the inhabitants come to school
five miles through the woods, slipping over the snow on skis,
Swedish snowshoes.
As to crops raised, I am told that in
the winter of 1913-14 there were exported from the railroad
stations in New Sweden no less than 158,000 barrels of potatoes,
17,000 barrels also were consumed in the starch factories,
making a total of 175,000 barrels of potatoes over and above her
own consumption, produced by New Sweden in a single year.
New Sweden is the only successful agricultural colony founded in
New England with foreigners from over the ocean, since the
Revolutionary War. There is not in the United States a more
orderly, prosperous, contented and happy agricultural community
than the New Sweden of Maine.
William Widgery Thomas
Bethel, January, 1919
|