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|Father tells about Bud Mitchell|
I must tell you about Bud Mitchell. His real name was Lewis Mitchell. Bud was, in his younger days, one of these people who would steal just for the sake of stealing. I guess today you would call him a kleptomaniac. Bud used to collect old iron and take it to the foundry in Skowhegan. Bud has worked for me two times in the woods and was a pretty good man if I could keep him. Bud had collected a load of old iron; he had hired a team (one horse) and was loaded to take off for Skowhegan, when Charlie Crowe met up with Bud. Charlie was some younger than Bud, probably fifteen or sixteen. They made a deal; Charlie was to cover himself up with a horse blanket, which was with the team and hide himself in the load of old iron. Bud was to pay him one half of what Charlie would come to after the load of iron was weighed Charlie took off out of sight.
That was not the end of the story. Bud refused to give Charlie what was coming to him. Charlie got nothing, the story got all over town, and Bud's rating went down a few points. One time about two years after this I asked Charlie which one of the Crowe boys was it that Bud Mitchell sold in the load of old iron. He said that was Charlie. Charlie said I should have blowed on the S.O.B. Both men are dead now, Bud was in State Prison once.
Bud was working for me once up at Michael Stream in the woods after he had been in State Prison. One Sunday night someone woke me up and said there are two men here sent up from Highland Lodge who want jobs. It was late at night and everyone had gone to bed. I said, to whoever woke me up, "Tell them to get into that empty bunk". The next morning I was washing my face and hands at the sink; when Bud stepped along beside me and said, "Are you going to hire them fellows. "I said, I guess so." Bud whispered to me, "You don't want ‘um I knew one of them down at the big house". So after breakfast I told them I had no jobs for them. I thought if Bud didn't recommend them there must be some reason for his not doing so.
Once Bud went into Dan Jones hardware store and put some stuff into his pockets. He went out on the street and stood around for awhile then walked back in and took the stuff out of his pockets, laid it on the counter and said to Dan I don't want this dam stuff anyway.
Bud was in Mont Stanley's garage once. I never heard what the particulars were, but Roy Macklin knocked him through the plate glass window.
They said when Bud was young he used to steal hens and chickens and someone made up a song about him. He had a nick name Crazy Mitchell. This song carried the tune of Red Wing, which was quite popular around 1916.
And the moon shines tonight on Crazy Mitchell
His hens are cackling, His rosters crowing
And all around the town it is snowing
The wind is blowing his feathers all away.
One time Lindley Lambert and I went into the restaurant in Norridgewock, in the evening. Bozo Blaisdell (Wallace Blaisdell) and Bucky Johnson were in there and so was Bud Mitchell. After awhile, Bud started for the door, but didn't quite get out of the door when Bozo said, "Now boys you want to look out for your chicken coops”. Bud turned around quick and said, ”you want to lookout for about a yard of your dam yap.
He came up to work for me once in the woods when he had a full beard of thick dark whiskers. A French man said to me, “who is dat" I said, "That is Bud Mitchell from Norridgewock". The French man said, "Jeme, first I think it was Abraham Lincoln". I told the boys what the French man said and after that they called Bud, honest Abe.
“Bud used to build himself a camp like house, one room big enough for himself to live in. He would go down to Harry Falls, of Skowhegan, who was a lumber and building supply dealer, and get the materials with which to build his camp; but he never had the money to pay for them. Harry Falls would let him have the stuff and take a mortgage of Bud's camp for security. It would end up by Harry foreclosing on the house and Bud would be out in the cold.
After a spell he would go back to Harry Falls and get some more materials and build another camp. Bud repeated this procedure probable four or five times. The time that Bud was working for me at Michael Stream, the mail came and went out from Highland Lodge, which was also a general store. Our camp was five miles up in the hills from Highland Lodge. We traveled by horses or on foot to and from the camp to Highland Lodge. Many of the boys would walk out to the store at the Lodge on Sunday to buy things.
One Sunday Bud walked out with some of the boys and mailed a letter. That afternoon some boys came up from Norridgewock thinking they might get a job with me. I probable hired them. Monday morning Bud said to me, "I have got to go out to the Lodge this morning, I have got to get a letter out of the mail". I didn't ask him anything about his business. The thought came to me knowing Bud, that this was probable the end of his working for me. I didn't think I would see him again that winter. But, he was back before noon ready to go to work in the afternoon.
In a day or two it leaked out, that the letter that he mailed Sunday contained money to pay the town taxes on his camp of which the town would be putting a lien on in a few days. These boys that came up from Norridgewock informed Bud that he had lost his house. That Harry Falls had foreclosed the mortgage and had a family living in it. So Bud decided it would be a waste of money to pay taxes on a house he didn't own. He went after the letter with the money in it and he was successful in getting it back before the mail went out. Bud used to get awful drunk especially in his old age; he died two or three years ago at the age of eighty.
| Farming when I was a Boy|
By Ralph Hilton
The Butler Place was of course where I have my first memories. I remember hearing my Grandfather Butler say that his father Josiah Butler moving to the place in 1850 when my grandfather Leander was 13 years old. Josiah Butler used to drive a stagecoach prior to his coming to Sandy River. He drove different routes at different times from Augusta to North Anson from North Anson to The Forks, and from The Forks to the Canadian border. I once had and occasion to look up some old deeds. And what we call the winding hill road, in 1833, was called the Main road to Anson there being a ferry across the Sandy river where Franklin lives and the Main Canada road was all on the west side of the Kennebec.
The Butler place interval has about 25 acres and there was about 50 acres of upland. Farmers didn’t get much off their upland. It was hard to get much manure up there in fact most of the manure went under the sweet corn. There was a 15-acre field over the first row of hills; we called it the backfield. We mostly cut hay on the backfield. Sometimes we would plant and acre of potatoes and a half an acre of dry beans and sometimes some oats would be sown. Occasionally we would plow up 5 or 6 acres of that old pasture and reseed it. Grandfather Butler was one of the first to use fertilizer. At that time it was used mostly as a starter fertilizer when planting corn. For 17 winters he was a salesman for the Bowker Fertilizer Company.
In 1913 we bought the Farrand Place, where Maurice and Ray lived. This gave us 15 more acres of fields. There was a side hill of 20 acres covered with bushes. Between 1913 and 1924 we cut all the bushes and as the stumps rotted we plowed it with horses. We cut hay on it one year then we turned it out to pasture and them hills have never been plowed since.
We used to plant 5 to 7 acres of sweet corn sometimes 2 or 3 acres of corn for silage. Sometimes an acre or 2 of yellow corn to pick, 5 to 7 acres of oats, and never more than 2 acres of potatoes. Around 1910 there were kept about 20 head of cattle. Milking 10 to 12 cows. I can remember when the cream check was $100 a month this was really something.
One of the first things that my Grandfather had me do was to drive the horse when going to town. Grandfather was quite a teamster and very good with a driving horse. We had a roan mare that weighted about 1100. She was kind of dungy on the road. It was necessary to carry a whip. Although, it was not necessary to more than touch her with it. She was very sensitive to the whip.
I would be driving her along the road and she would be going from one side of the road to the other. I would be doing my best to keep her in the road. Grandfather would say keep her head straight. Which meant pulling her into the ditch. After a while he would pull out the whip and that usually straightened her out for a little ways. One time there was a wooden culvert which had washed out and was down lower than the road. I thought I would let the old mare slow down for crossing the culvert when Grandfather struck the old mare a good one. She jumped across the culvert giving us quite a jolt. This hurt grandfather’s back for he didn’t see the culvert or he wouldn’t have struck her. He groaned saying that hurt me awful.
Grandfather Butler liked a little booze. In prohibition days the only legal way anyone could get booze was to send to Boston and buy 3 gallons 12 quart bottles packed in a wooden box. These boxes were real nice with dadoed corners and covers nailed on. It cost $9 per case, 75 cents a bottle, plus express. The R.F.D. man John Chandler used to pick it up at the express office. Of course, he would get treated for his kind service. John Chandler would drive his team down by the stable door. Grandfather would be expecting him. After they got the booze under cover, which was a closet in the stable under lock and key, the mailman would proceed along his route. It seemed that Joe Cripp hardly had time to get to our place after John Chandler had told him that grandfather’s box had arrived. Joe used to borrow some so did Jim Hilton. The next time around it was one of them to receive the shipment and grandfather would borrow.
I never saw grandfather tight but once or twice. Once he fell down on the ice and I had to help him up. Once he got in behind the clothesline and couldn’t get out that time. I backed him out, opened the door and pushed him into the house. I then beat it to the barn. I don’t know how he made out in the house. A few times I would find the horse and wagon in the stable with grandfather just setting there. I would unhitch and put the horse away. After awhile grandfather would get himself in the house.
Joe Cripps used to get awful drunk sometimes. A few times I have had to go over and do his chores. I remember Joe bringing a cow over once, it was all bare ground. The road was all clay, the mud wasn’t deep but it was awful slippery. Joe had his horses and hayrack on his wagon sleds. He had the cow hitched behind the hayrack. I don’t know what happened; but when we saw him coming around the corner he was dragging the cow along in the mud. She must have been nice to milk that night. Joe was sitting on the front crosspiece with one arm around the rein pole drunker than a lord. We tended to his cow, brought her out and hitched her on behind and started them off. We followed her for a while and I guess she didn’t lie down again.
Grandfather Butler was a very good carpenter. When he built anything it was good and solid. The Butler buildings burnt the first time May 8, 1882 both house and barn. Leander built both house and barn the first year after the fire.
There was and old man named Dan Bigelow who used to tend the ferry. He lived in a one-room shack on the riverbank. My Mother had gone up to Uncle Bert’s and they brought her back that night to the river. Dan Bigelow thought he would go get her with the rowboat instead of the ferryboat. Bigelow didn’t know the first thing about handling a rowboat. When he got about half way across he started to drift down stream. Harold and I knew Mother was on the other side and when she didn’t come we went down to the river and waded across and found out why she didn’t come across.
Bigelow drifted almost to the Peterson place and hitched up the boat. Bigelow joined Mother, Harold and I walking up river in the field on the Wood side. We met Grandfather, coming down to meet us, with a pick pole. He asked us where the boat was. We told him and he proceeded down to the boat. Pretty soon we heard the chain, which the boat was hitched with, drop into the boat. Then we heard the pick pole grating on the river bottom. It was pitch dark by this time. Grandfather poled that boat back up through that quick water almost as fast as we could walk just as straight as if it were led.. I think he did that to show up old Bigelow.
One time Grandfather was gone and old Bigelow was helping with the chores. Walter Hilton Ira’s boy, who was Harold’s age, was up with us and we were having fun. I think there was a pile of sugar beets dumped in the barn floor. We used to cut them up and feed them to the cows. Bigelow said that we were making so much noise that he couldn’t hear the ferry horn. Harold had slid off this pile of beets and was sitting on the floor. Old Bigelow started kicking Harold; he really wasn’t hurting him, telling him to shut up. I came up behind old Bigelow; he was all humped over and there seemed to be a big hump on his back. At this time I was about 12 and I started pounding on this hump. Bigelow turned around to me and said he was going to tell my mother.
Sam Brackett, who worked a shift at the powerhouse, was there that night, just visiting. Sam told Charles Cross, whom liked to make trouble for me, he told my mother. Charles Cross lived up stairs in the north end of the Butler house. My Mother scolded me and told how bad it was to strike and old man. Someone told my Grandfather. He asked me about it one day. I said yes I pounded old Bigelow. Grandfather said, “That old S.O.B. had ought to be pounded and that was all he said about it. Grandfather didn’t like Bigelow because he always had his nose in every bodies business.
Grandfather Butler was very instrumental in getting the strip of land on the eastside of Sandy River that was formally Starks set over to Norridgewock. This strip of land took in all the homes along the river and went back from the river about a half-mile.
It was very difficult to get much service out of the town of Starks for the people on the eastside. The Starks Townhouse was about half way out to Starks Village, it being on Hiram Waugh’s land. Hiram used to store farm machinery in the Town House. Uncle Ernest told me that sometimes at town meeting they would have to crowd Hiram’s carts and harrows back into the corners to have space for the people so as to have town meeting.
In 1907 when the State Legislature convened a movement was on foot to get a bridge at Butler’s Ferry.
One Martin Frederic of Starks was in the State Legislature. This bill appeared on the docket to get assistance for the town of Starks for a bridge. Of course, Martin Frederic was asked what he though about the proposal. Frederic was against the bridge. He thought it would be too expensive for the town and besides he said no one in Starks ever traveled much to Norridgewock anyway. Most people he said went to Madison. So if the legislator from Starks was opposed to the bridge what use was it for the State to give Starks money that they didn’t want.
The bridge was going to cost $15,000. The town of Starks was to pay $5,000 of the $15,000. So you see this not to forward looking legislator was willing to put at risk the future revenue for all time from the greater part of the most productive land in Starks for what seems today the paltry sum of $5000 dollars.
When the bridge was lost it made Grandfather Butler so mad he went to work. He got a partition signed by most of the people on the East Side. The two exceptions were Frank Padham and Melvin Gray. Padham had been road commissioner of Starks. Padham thought he would like to be commissioner again. He thought his chances of being road commissioner in Starks would be much better in Starks than in Norridgewock. Melvin Gray didn’t sign the partition because Padham told him not to sign.
Some of the people on the West Side got up another partition to stop the East Side from succeeding. Ben Moore signed my grandfather’s partition and also signed the West Side partition. Some of his in-laws on the other side got after him.
After the Bridge Bill was defeated, no time was wasted in getting another Bill in the legislature to allow the East Side to be set off from Starks and become a part of Norridgewock. This Bill passed with no delay. In fact it was in the town meeting warrant of Norridgewock, to see if Norridgewock would accept the East Side. Norridgewock voted in the affirmative without any opposition. I went to school that spring term in Norridgewock.
The Norridgewock schools were quite a bit better than the Starks schools. For one thing they had three more weeks of school than Starks. The first year that I went to the legislature I felt out the bridge proposition at that time it was said to cost $180,000.
Grandfather Butler and I went one Saturday to see a farmer in Cornville by the name of George Foster about the purchase of a Guernsey one-year-old bull. I think it was around the 10th of December. We went to Skowhegan that was 11 miles and Fosters was about 9 or 10 miles beyond Skowhegan. There was no snow and the road was very rough. They had been hauling sawed lumber down through Cornville from West Athens when the road was soft and this morning it was froze solid. I remember we were unable to trot the horse much if we did we would be thrown out of the wagon.
We got up to Fosters just before dinner. We started for home somewhere around 3 P.M. It was way after dark when we got home. A while after that we went to Skowhegan with a pair of horses and sled and put up at the Skowhegan House. Foster met us there with the bull, we loaded him and came home.
In 1911 Grandfather bought an Adriance corn binder. It came all knocked down by freight to Norridgewock. This Adriance, Platt & Company made farm machinery such as corn binders, reapers, and I don’t know what else. By 1925 I think they were out of business.
A man came to put this corn binder together. Grandfather knew this man from his travels as a fertilizer salesman. We met this man at the Rail Road Station. He stayed I think two nights
This man had business in Skowhegan and Grandfather offered to take him to Skowhegan. Grandfather took me along. When we arrived in Skowhegan this man took us to the Coburn Hotel. It being at the time the best hotel in Skowhegan. It was the first time that I had ever eaten in a hotel. It was a very nice place and I remember what a good dinner they served for 50 cents. In those days one or two trips a year to Skowhegan was about average.
Another venture was to go to Waterville Fair. We had to leave the house at 6:30 in the morning put the horse up for all day at the livery stable and get aboard the 8:00 o’clock train for Oakland. Then take the electric cars out to the Fair Grounds, which was between Oakland and Waterville.
There used to be a regular night train that arrived in Norridgewock at 4:30 or during the Fair they put on a special train that got up to Norridgewock at 9:00. Sometimes we took the late train but most always we came home early. Which meant leaving the Fair grounds before 3:30. In the afternoon at that time Waterville Fair was the best in the State. They had livestock from all over New England.
I think what used to be Fair grounds is now all covered over with houses. The Fair grounds were not far from the Mercy Convent. I went to Waterville Fair the last time in 1924. I think it was on its last legs then for about all they had was midway. There was a half-mile track, lots of horse sheds and buildings to house lots of cattle, sheep and hogs.
My Father, who died March 9, 1908, when I was nine, used to show Oxford Down sheep at Waterville, Bangor, and Lewiston Fairs, that ran a week each. Bangor was the first in August, Waterville was the first week in September, and Lewiston was the second week in September.
I went with my father to Waterville Fair and stayed a whole week and slept in a sheep tent when I was 7 years old. Uncle Bert bought most of my father’s sheep, after he died, but didn’t keep them only a few years. He wasn’t a sheep man like my father.
In the early 1940’s I was in Waterville and I thought I would see if I could find the old Fair grounds. After driving around in the general direction that I thought it might be I came across the Mercy Convent then I knew the fair grounds could not be far away. Finally I came upon the remains of the old horse sheds and the old racetrack. My father shipped his sheep by railroad. Unload at the freight yard, then drove them out to the Fair Grounds through the streets of Waterville.
The last 2 or 3 years Grandfather Butler lived he didn’t take any part in the farm work such as haying. Harold and I did the haying, Maurice was big enough to rake and Charlie probable could drive the horse to pitch off. When Harold and I were after a load of hay down back of the house Grandfather used to go out beside the road where he could see us and watch. When he saw the team start towards the barn he would pick himself up and go to the house. When we went back in the field he would go back to his post beside the road.
The water for the Butler Place came from a spring back over two hills. The best way to get to the spring and the pump was to go down the road toward the ox bow at the edge of the field on the right just before you get to the gully go up the hill. The water was pumped almost a quarter of a mile to a reservoir on the hill in front of the stable. This pump had its own transformer and electric meter. We would have to go up and start the pump and after 8 or 10 hours go up and stop it. Before we had electricity the water was pumped by windmill.
I want to tell about something that happened in 1927. I thought that probably the water in the reservoir must have been getting low so, in the morning I went up to start the pump. The pump would start but it wouldn’t pump water. I couldn’t make it pump, sand had got into the pump it was full of sand. There was no way I could get it to pump water, so I took out the pump got the horse and wagon and took it to Skowhegan.
It was in the mist of mud season. Travel to the Mercer road had to be made by horse. We had a little horse that weighed about 1,000 lbs. Maurice got this horse from Ellery Tuttle and he could road right along where the mud wasn’t too deep.
I started for Bill Sargents plumbing Shop on Madison Ave. in Skowhegan. He took the pump apart and said it needed a lot of parts as the sand had ruined the leathers etc. He suggested he call Boston for the parts. When he completed his call he said those parts will be here tomorrow morning in the mail and we will have the pump ready by noontime. I went down, got the pump, got home and had it pumping water before chore time. We didn’t get out of water.I doubt if anyone could get any better service than that today.
Another thing that bothered us in the Model T Ford days was having the gas tank under the front seat. The gas ran from the tank to the carburetor by gravity. Going up a steep hill the car would stop because the gas couldn’t run up hill to the carburetor. You had to have 6 gallons of gas in your tank to get up Nichols hill. (Now Peterson’s hill). If we couldn’t make the hill we would go to the bottom turn around and back up.
Up to the Yeaton Place where the road turned off to go to Norridgewock there was a sharp corner. When the road machine worked the road they would cut a little off that corner each year.
That annoyed your Grandfather Yeaton beyond his endurance. He decided to put up a fence so people would have to keep away from the sharp corner. Florian and Bennie refused to help Mr. Yeaton. Ralph and Bion Piper were living there they were young boys 12 to 14 years old. They helped their Grandfather put up his fence. He put the fence right fair between the two wheel tracks about 25 feet of fence.
That made it so anyone traveling by had to drive out of the road to get around the corner. Anyone with a long load would have difficulty getting around the corner. Mr. Yeatons fence was 4 foot woven wire with plenty of stakes drove into the ground. Of course it was difficult to drive them into the ground very far in the middle of the hard road.
Grandfather Butler went to town, saw the fence and told Joe Cripps. Joe said leave it to me I will take care of that. Joe had some colts that he raised and most always he had one in the team with old Jack. Joe went to town and when he came back by the fence he accidentally on purpose hooked onto it with some part of his rigging. When the team felt the collision they jumped and ran taking fence, stakes the whole works down the road past the house until it let go.
Joe Cripps had kind of a crazy spell one fall. It was in the middle of October one cold night he didn’t show up to do his chores. I went to Madison a few days later and run into Ernest Emery, who worked at the Power House sometimes as a spare man. Ernest was very loud and talked a good deal which was quite offensive to some people.
Ernest says, “what has happened to your neighbor down there.” I said, “Who you talking about.” Ernest says, “ why Joe Cripps.” Ernest said, “he took the train upriver the other day. I saw him and the old horse is over to Isaac Jeffer’s feed stable.” “I don’t believe it,” I said. “Well you come right over to the stable and I will show you.” It was old Jack all right and there was the wagon.
When I got home I went over and told Tilly, Joe’s sister, who was in her seventies, where the horse was and that it was costing a dollar a day for board. Tilly says, “I want you to ride up to Madison tonight with the mail man and get the horse. Isaac would not let me have the horse at first as he was making good money boarding him. The horse had been there about 10 days then. Isaac said that Joe told him to keep the horse until he came after him. I insisted that he let me have the horse, as the bill would be more than the horse was worth in a little while. Isaac called up Judge Small and told him the case and who I was. I could hear Judge Small say, “that boy is a good reliable boy let him have the horse.” So I hooked up old Jack and came home.
Tilly got a letter from Joe in a few days saying that he was in California and would be home in the spring. I think he came home very shortly after she got the letter. When Joe took off he went up to Somerset Junction where the Canadian Pacific tracks cross the Somerset Line and headed across Canada and found his way to California.
His mental condition was much improved when he got home and he never had any more spells. He lived to between 75 to 80. He had his fur coat with him. I would have thought he would have been warm sometimes. He told me how he enjoyed his trip and that there were a lot of people going to California. And he said that he had a great time with the people. “Why,” He said, “I was the life of the party.” No doubt he probable was.
|Will Robinson and his Lombard Log Hauler By Ralph B. Hilton it was in the winter of 1936|
I will start this chapter by telling about Log Haulers. I never saw but one in my life and that was at a camp up at Deadwater Station on Austin Stream, seven miles above Bingham. Will Robinson of Bingham was the man that owned the Lombard Log Hauler. He was a brother to Olon, Robie, Walter and there were others that I didn’t know. There were fourteen children in the Robinson family. I think Will was third or fourth, Olon told he was the thirteenth. He said, whenever he got hurt he laid his misfortune to being the thirteenth member of the family.
The first time I ever heard of, Will Robinson was about 1920 he was driving a new Nash automobile; it was smeared with all over with mud. It was covered with signs that read this is one of those Nash lemons built for style instead of service. He drove it all over Somerset County. I saw him with it in Skowhegan. It appeared that he didn’t get very good service on his new Nash and was dissatisfied.
The Nash Company got wind of what he was doing and tried to get him to take it off the road, which he refused to do. I don’t know whether he got anything or not. Some say he got a new car.
The next I heard of him was in 1926. He had a Lombard Log Hauler for three or four years. Then when his son Rodney became of age he got one for him to drive. Will was hauling hardwood logs at Carrabasset for the Atlas Plywood Company, they had a plywood mill at Carrabasset. Carrabasset was on the narrow gage railroad. Which went from Biglow Station, known now as Sugarloaf Ski Resort, to Farmington, though Kingfield.
In the early thirties not much was heard of Will Robinson. The plywood mill was gone. In 1936 he appeared on the scene at Deadwater with one Lombard. He hauled probable two million feet of full-length spruce logs. He landed them to Deadwater Station at a sawmill owned by the Augusta Lumber Company.
It would have been impossible to haul those logs over that road with horses. In the first place it was too long a road, at least five miles, and there was a gulch to cross that horses couldn’t have hauled much of a load up out of this gulch. Will hauled a train of 4 or 5 sleds. When he was going up hill his train was so long that his hind sleds were going down hill and they would push the front sleds up the rise. His sleds had 7-foot rockers and they were loaded to a peak probably 4 thousand to a sled, and he made four trips a day.
There was a lot more to the operation. It took a crew of 35 men to keep the sleds loaded. They pulled the loaded sleds out onto the main road, with some small tractors, where they were coupled together. Sometimes it took two small tractors to bring out a single sled. All Will had to do was to back up and hook on to the front sled and away he would go. When he got to the mill all he and his crew had to do was pull a pin. They had a pair of horses at the mill to turn the sleds one at a time and couple them so all Will had to do was back up and one of his helpers would put in the clevis pin and off again he was to the woods. He had two helpers one rode in the cab next to Will so as to warn him if anything was going wrong. The other man rode the middle sled so he could watch the hind end of the train. It took three trains of sleds one in the woods being loaded, one at the landing being unloaded and one on the road.
I would hear the log hauler going through the camp yard while we were eating supper and it seemed as though it would rattle the dishes right off the table.
We were hauling with horses at the lower end of the road. There were turnouts we could get out into if we could hear or see the log hauler coming in time. A Frenchman and I were coming back from the landing with our teams. The log hauler was due any minute. We were waiting at a turn out; the Frenchman was telling me about the narrow escape that he had one day. It appeared that he didn’t hear or see the log hauler until it was pretty close and he couldn’t get out of the road. Will put on his brakes; but the lags would not hold. They slid on the ice. I guess the log hauler was pretty close to the horses when it came to a stop. The Frenchman told me, “Robinson stick his head out and laughed and said ‘I think I have meat horse for dinner time’” The Frenchman said, “By Chris I was mad.”
One time I met Will coming back empty, I was going down with a load. Will put the machine out as far as he could and I tried to go by but his hind sled was still in the road. Will asked if I could go by and I said no not yet. He backed up a few feet and swung the front end out and started ahead again taking down a fir tree at least 3 inches in diameter.
Instead of guy chains, these sleds were hocked together with yellow birch reach poles, about 3 inches in diameter with irons on both ends. However, they crossed between the sleds like guy chains. They would wagon around the road corners the same as wagon sleds.
Will had a team of his own at the landing to turn the sleds, a gray horse and a black one. I had a strawberry roan and a gray horse. Will stopped one day and asked if I would swap my roan for his gray. Then he says you would have a matched pair. Both gray horses were inferior to the roan of mine and the black one of his. I said, “I don’t think so” he laughed and started off.
When the Augusta Lumber Company tried to hire Will in the fall with his loghauler he didn’t want to go. He said his machine was old and he was afraid he might have some expensive repair bills. They told him that they would pay for all his repairs, all his gasoline oil and grease, and pay him $20 a day. When he finished the job he drove the old Lombard loghauler out behind his house and never ran it afterwards. A few years later he sold it for junk.
In Belle Spaulding Nye’s book she writes about Will Robinson. Will was Belle’s brother-in-law. Belle says a driving crew up around Moosehead got short on flour. They found some over at another driving camp. They went over to get it in a bateaux. The river was full of logs so they couldn’t get very near the camp. When they got the flour down to the floating logs they didn’t know what to do with it. Will Robinson was in the crew and he said, "by cracky let me have it." He put the barrel of flour on his shoulder and started across the floating logs towards the bateaux. It’s a good story anyway.
Will’s wife was a Spaulding; she had three brothers all tough men. Men that drank and when drinking could be quite belligerent. Clint Watson knew them all and he told me that Will Robinson was one man that the Spauldings always steered away from.
Right after Will left the Lombard behind his house he went to work for the Central Maine Power Company on a dam they were rebuilding in Solon. About this time Will built a row of one-room cabins behind his house there might have been a dozen of them. He rented them for $1.25 a week. It was said that he went around every Sunday morning and collected.
Atlantis And Its Destruction
At Atlantis, before the destruction, man faced a choice between following “The Sons of the Law of One” (meaning his realization of his relationship to God) and The Sons of Belial (meaning the use of mans creative power for self-aggrandizement). Edgar Evans Cayce explains all this in the book Edgar Cayce on Atlantis.
It is evident that the Sons of the Law of One were in communication with guides and teachers from the Spirit side of life and were told of the destruction about to come. With the realization of The Children of the Law of One that there was to be the final breaking up of the Atlantean lands, there were the emigrations with many of the leaders to the various lands. By being forewarned this enabled them to construct the Pyramids around the world to be use as shelters from the destruction that was soon to come. Author Charles Berlitz in 1977 using sonar tracing says he believes they have found a pyramid in Devil’s Triangle 50 miles off the coast of South Florida.
Pyramids created with laser and levitation
The Sons of the Law of One built the Pyramids so Spirit Teachers told us by using what they called the lasser (we call it laser) and levitation or in other words they turned gravity off. By cutting the stones with the laser they were cut precise so no mortar was needed. An Engineer Professor told me that we don’t have the knowledge or equipment to build them today. We were told this week that Physicists just now have produced levitation in the lab. We hope to hear more about this soon.
Pyramids built for survival not tombs
When the time came they moved into the pyramids where they had a supply of food and water to last ten years. If you notice the entrance to the pyramids is up and then down. A protection from the flood that was expected? Spirit teachers said it would have been safe for them to come out after seven years if they had known but after ten years they ran out of food and came out. It was Oct. 1991 when Boston University geologist Robert M. Schoch estimated the Great Sphinx of Egypt to be 2,500 to 4,000years older than previously believed. It is pretty hard to find much the smart scientists have right about any of this subject. Some scientists have theorized that the hidden side of the moon bore many more craters and pockmarks than the visible side. Lunar Orbiter 5 knocked that notion into a cocked hat.
James Churchward and William Niven
According to James Churchward who published in 1931, and was maligned for his views at the time, the earth makes natural gas and being under great pressure it eats its way through granite forming what he called gas belts around the world. It was believed by Churchward and verified by Spirit teachers that Atlantis was sitting on a large lake of gas.
Niven the archaeologist discoverer of 2600 stone tablets in Mexico he sent tracings to Churchward the only person able to read them. He learned how from a Hindu Priest when serving in India during a famine. Niven also sent this Aztec legend as told by an Aztec Priest “Long, long ago a great flood of water covered the Valley of Mexico and drowned all humanity.
So great was the flood that it drowned out the Sun and left the world in darkness. By and by the gods created a new Sun, and this new Sun ruled a new age in the history of the world.”
Edgar Cayce, James Churchward, and Spirit Teachers all say that the destruction of Atlantis took place approximately 11,500 years ago. What was the climate like in Atlantis before the destruction? It was perpetual spring with a 288 or 298 day year. There were no mountain ranges. The Spirit Teachers told us that at this time the Alantians and the Athenians had been at war. The Athenians had won the war and were occupying Atlantis with 9,000 troops. According to the Spirit Teachers they were storing the atomic weapons and through a miscalculation and a chain reaction they set off the lake of gas beneath Atlantis.
A British researcher, David Davenport spent 12 years studying evidence at the sight of the great city Mohenjo- Daro in Pakistan 44 human skeletons were found there in 1927. All the skeletons were found flattened to the ground. A father, mother, and child were found flattened in the street face down still holding hands. There is no doubt that at least 2,000 years before Christ an atomic explosion took place there. There was an epicenter about 50 yards wide where everything was crystallized, fused or melted. 60 yards from the center the bricks were melted.
The Spirit Teachers said in the twinkle of an eye Atlantis blew up as well as the gas belts blew and raised the mountains. According to Hopi legend the earth did not continue to rotate properly but teetered off balance and spun crazily around and rolled over twice Mountains plunged into the sea and the sea sloshed over the land. The world spun though cold lifeless space and froze into solid ice. This brings to mind Edgar Cayce’s statement of a shift of polar axis, and of course there is historical evidence of an ice age. Many frozen woolly mammoths have been found in North Siberia and the following are points of interest in regard to these frozen mammoths. .
1. Studies have indicated that these animals did not originate as Arctic animals, and they would not survive under Arctic conditions.
2. They had parts of their last meal between their teeth and on their tongues, which apparently they did not seem to have time to swallow.
3. The cells of his body are preserved for thousands of years due to his being frozen.
4. He died without any sign of violence.
5. No one seems to know how these mammoths were quick-frozen.
6. To preserve him properly, he has to be quick-frozen.
7. It had to be a very tremendous cold in a very short period of time, or otherwise the center of the mammoth could have remained warm enough to allow decomposition to start.
8. Mammoth steaks were taken to London and eaten by the Royal Society.
9. These frozen mammoths have always been found on plains a little above sea level but never in mountains.
10. They found buttercups in their mouths and buttercups will not grow even at 40 degrees Fahrenheit and they will not bloom without long daily periods of sunlight.
11. They were found to have been frozen 10,000 years ago by the radio carbon dating method.
12. Scientists believe that at sometime in the past, either the poles were not where they are located today, or this area of the earth's surface that lie about the poles now were someplace else at one time.
Here is the answer to the frozen mammoth riddle, "He was eating buttercups in the warm tropics and then all of a sudden the earth flipped."
Off the coast of Spitzbergen they have found frozen coral reefs and palm trees which points to the fact that Spitzbergen was once in the tropics.
Antarctica has coal, which means trees once grew there, so Antarctica used to be in a much warmer climate.
The Salton Sea, The Great Salt Lake, many small lakes in the U.S., and Lake Omo in Ethiopia shows signs of drying up 10,000 years ago.
In New South Wales, Australia, they have found an old magnetic north pole, which is 120 degrees, from where it should be. 120 degrees of shift 3 times completes a circle about a triangle. The earth's grid about the estimated shift point is in the shape of a triangle.
Therefore they who dwell on earth turn pale, and few men are left. Isaiah goes on to describe violent movement on earth as well as unusual behavior of our sun and moon. The foundations of the earth will shake, the earth will burst asunder, the earth will be shaken apart, and the earth will be convulsed. Then the moon will blush and the sun go pale. Isaiah abruptly begins to describe a very different time in his future vision, a time affirming joy, peace, and life. In the next portion of his insight, still considered by scholars to be apocalyptic in nature, he describes a time when "a new earth' is created, along with "new heavens” It is during this time that “the things of the past shall not be remembered or come to mind. Instead there shall always be rejoicing and happiness… no longer shall the sound of weeping be heard or the sound of crying. I believe Isaiah was looking backwards everything fits looking backwards even the new heavens.
Now lets look what happened at the moon during and after this explosion. Spirit Teachers say the rocks, sand and glass on the moon came from Atlantis. John Young and Charles Duke, looking out side their landing craft, could see piles of glistening white and pink boulders, some as large as automobiles. Young to Duke “don’t step right here, Charlie, there’s a splatter of glass. A whole big bubble of it”. It was blown there by the atomic and gas explosion along with the sand and rocks. Rocks were brought back by Armstrong and Aldrin the rocks that originally came from earth and were estimated by Dr.Oliver Schaefer, a geochemist, to be 3.1 billion years old. Some say the moon is less than 13,000 years old.
The lights that have been seen on the moon, at least 800 times over the years, I believe are from the rubies that will be found in the craters where the convexed center of each holds a ruby. This is how those who lived inside got their energy. The estimated 20,000,000 tons of sand on the moon that came from the explosion at Atlantis, is thought to move around, no one knows exactly how, and may cover the ruby’s at times.
The Spirit Teachers say the moon has a thirty-mile in diameter hole in side. Two Soviet Scientists Mikhail Vasin and Alexander Shcherbakov say the same thing. Dr.H.S. Bellamy and English scholar saw at the great Gate of the Sun an earthly calendar. According to his findings, “the solar year must have been only 298 days when the frieze was carved. There were such years, contends Bellamy, about 11,500 to 13,000 years ago, at a time when our moon was not yet the companion of our earth.
After the blow up of Atlantis and the gas belts now made huge because of the raising of the mountains, the water drained off extending the shoreline. The Amazonian Sea was eliminated, the Mississippi Valley and the St. Lawrence Valley were dried out and Florida emerged. Where did the water go it drained with the mud from Atlantis into the hole beneath and the large cavity in the earth where the gas belts and the mountains came from. Very, very, few people survived no one to write history. Some of those who survived built Stonehenge using their knowledge of how to turn gravity off for the stones were floated in the air from the quarry and pulled along with ropes. Stoneh enge was built so they could make an accurate determination of the number of days in length of the new year.
On Nov. 28. 1989 the Weekly World News published a picture of a skeleton and a fabric belt such as a soldier would ware and a story telling how the picture was obtained from a Chinese astrophysicist Dr. Kang Mao-pang. The picture was said to have come from Apollo 11 lunar lander snapped when it landed there in 1969. I asked one of the Spirit Teachers if the picture was authentic they said it was. That it was human much larger than us, that it had been there a very long time because it was in a vacuum only the bones remain and if we went inside the moon we would find many more skeletons.
In summery, it all happened in a twinkle of the eye these huge junks of granite that we see, some we find on top of mountains, were not deposited where they rest by a glassier but by the explosion that blew up Atlantis. When the earth tipped a great wall of water rolled across our country grinding everything in its path and gouging out the great crevice known as Yellow Stone.
The great man James Churchward says in one of his books published in 1931. (For over 50 years I have been hunting these scraps and putting them together so as to form the beginning of an intelligent tale. It rests with those who come after me to complete the tail.) This I believe has been accomplished.