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THE LIBRARY 

OF 

THE UNIVERSITY 

OF CALIFORNIA 

LOS ANGELES 






ON THE ROAD 



A FAMILIAR TALK 



MY BROTHERS AND FRIENDS 



BY 

CYRUS HAMLIN KILBY 

Author of " Bi7iding of the Links " 



BOSTON 
J. STILMAN SMITH &. COMPANY 



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1S91, by 

CYRUS HAMLIN KILBY, 

in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 



press or 

ftochtotll antr Ctjurctjill, 

BOSTON. 



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PREFACE. 



Kind Brother and Friend: In March I 
crossed the threshold of Riverside Lodge, in the 
thriving village of Merrimac, Mass., the last one 
of my long journey of several months. During 
these months of frosts and chilly winds of winter 
and autumn I have visited over three hundred 
lodges of the I.O.O.F., and exchanged fraternal 
greetings with many thousands of brothers of our 
Order. 

It is with emotions of joy that I now turn my 
face homeward to mingle with family and friends 
after an absence of seven months, again to enjoy 
the comforts of home, — a name which charms the 
soul. 

At the end of such a long journey, and at the 
close of so great an undertaking as I have been 
engaged in, it is wise and profitable to take a 
retrospective view of the ground travelled over, 
and carefully note the result of the effort put 
forth. 

When I started, July 18, 1889, with the first 



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IV PREFACE. 

instalment of my little book, entitled " Binding of 
the Links : a Story of Forty Years in Odd Fellow- 
ship," it was on a venture. But my first years 
of experience in the Order had given me large 
confidence in my fellow-men. I did not belong 
to that class which believes that all men are 
selfish. My experience had taught me that there 
is a divinity in man which inspires him to lofty 
purposes and honorable action. I had learned 
from observation that the good have an affinity 
for each other, and that such associations as the 
Independent Order of Odd Fellows strengthen 
this affinity. With such views I had courage to 
start on my mission. 

The success with which my efforts have been 
crowned has begotten within me a desire to 
engage in a similar work, that I may again meet 
and greet many of the thousands of kind brothers 
and friends with whom I had walked and held 
pleasant intercourse along the way. 

Some of them I shall never meet in this life. 
They have joined their brothers and friends on 
the other shore. There will be others, whose 
faces and names are unknown to me, to take their 
places. The title of the book now introduced to 
your notice implies its true character, and the 



PREFACE. V 

narrative sets forth in a familiar way some thin 

which will awaken in your memory scenes of the 

past and events which transpired under your own 

eye, and in distant lodges and communities where 

you have kind brothers and true friends. 

I am not a stranger to you, and you need not 

be informed as to the object and fitness of my 

visit at this time. With these few lines I invite 

your attention to what appears in the subsequent 

pages. 

C. H. K. 
Peak's Island, July, 1891. 



CONTENTS. 



Chapter Page 

I. Preparing for the Journey i 

II. Starting on the Road 4 

III. Lodges Visited in Portland .... 6 

IV. All on Board 8 

Lewiston and Auburn — Rockland — Camden — 
Belfast — Pittsfield — Bangor — Brewer. 

V. On to the Aroostook 18 

Oldtown — Mapleton — Fort Fairfield. 

VI. Homeward Bound 30 

Dexter — Newport — Waterville — Fairfield — 
Oakland. 

VII. Making the Circuit 38 

Woodford Corner — Cumberland Mills — Sacca- 
rappa — West Buxton Village — South Waterboro' — 
Spring Vale — Great Falls, N.H. — Old Berwick — 
South Berwick Village — North Berwick — Kennebunk 
— Biddeford and Saco — Old Orchard Beach. 

VIII. Among the Spindles and Farms .... 53 
Lisbon Falls — Lisbon — Farmington — Livermore 
Falls — North Yarmouth — Cumberland Centre. 
IX. Over the Grand Trunk Road .... 59 
Mechanic Falls — Canton — South Paris — Norway. 

X. The Old Bay State 63 

Salem — Peabody — Beverly — Lynn. 

XI. "The Hub" 7 1 

Charlestown — South Boston — East Boston — 
Historic Cambridge — Cambridgeport — Roxbury — 
Dorchester — Neponset — Brighton — Jamaica Plain. 



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CONTENTS. 



Chapter 

XII. Suburban Lodges Visited 

Somerville — West Somerville — East Somerville 

— Newton Centre — West Newton — Newton High- 
lands — Maiden — Watertown — Everett — Waltham 

— Quincy — Milford — South Framingham. 

XIII. Return to Maine 

Bath — Brunswick — Augusta — Norridgewock — 
Skowhegan — Gardiner — Ilallowell — Richmond. 

XIV. Along the Rock-Bound Coast . • 

Bar Harbor — Ellsworth — Winthrop. 

XV. Visit to the Fatherland 

Eastport — Dennysville — Pembroke — Calais — 
St. Stephen's, N.B. — St. John, N.B. — Peak's 
Island, Me. — Bridgeton — Harrison. 

XVI. A Long Road to Travel 

Dover, N.H. — Manchester — Haverhill, Mass. — 
Lowell — Lawrence — Worcester — Westboio' — 
Marlboro' — Leominster — Fitchburg — Clinton — 
Millbury — Spencer — Warren — Palmer — Spring- 
field — Chicopee — Westfield. 

XVII. Little Rhody, and Homeward Bound 

Providence, R.I. — Pawtucket — Taunton, Mass. 

— Attleboro' — North Attleboro' — Foxboro' — 
Walpole — Franklin — Canton — Hyde Park. 

XVIII. Nearing the Last Milestone . 

Arlington — Medford — Melrose — Reading — 
Wakefield — Stoneham — Woburn — Natick — 
Brockton — Stoughton — South Braintree — South 
Weymouth — Whitman — Abington — Rockland — 
Hanover — Bridgewater — Randolph — Wayland — 
Hudson — Chftondale — Newburyport — Amesbury 

— Merrimack — Georgetown — South Portland, Me. 

— Willard. 



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95 



116 



129 



133 



149 



174 



192 



ON THE ROAD. 



Chapter I. 
PREPARING FOR THE JOURNEY. 

" Man's is a weary pilgrimage, 

As through this world he wends; 
In every age, from stage to stage, 
Still discontent attends." 

The journey of man through life may be a long 
or short one, according to the number of years he 
is permitted to remain on the earth. 

If he should live out the "days of our years," 
threescore years and ten, the journey will be a 
long one, and the traveller must witness many 
changes. Many of the changes will be pleasant 
and profitable, bringing joy to the soul and com- 
fort to the body: others will be fraught with dis- 
appointment, loss, and suffering. 

To start out on a long journey in a strange 
country without first consulting a chart or follow- 
ing the leadings of a competent guide would de- 
note a lack of good judgment. 

The possession of three essentials is necessary 
to insure success in life ; viz., correct judgment, 
confidence, and energy. 



2 ON THE ROAD. 

The man who adopts Davy Crockett's motto, 
" Be sure you are right, then go ahead," is the 
man who will succeed in his purposes. 

To the mind of some persons whom I have met 
and conversed with, it is a small matter to write a 
book on almost any subject, and quite as easy for 
the author to dispose of thousands of copies, even 
at a small cost. 

No person is better qualified to judge of what 
can be accomplished by personal effort than the 
man who has performed the work himself; and 
just here the author of " Binding of the Links" 
has a few words to say concerning his experiences 
as author, publisher, and salesman of the book, 
which has been placed in the hands of five thou- 
sand persons, mostly members of the Independent 
Order of Odd Fellows residing in the New England 
States. Whether or not the writer evinced good 
judgment in engaging in such an adventure, — for 
such it seemed to be at the start, — the thousands 
of brothers who have made his acquaintance and 
perused his book will decide. 

The author's many years of experience in life, 
and a fair understanding of human nature, led him 
to believe that progressive men, intelligent men, 
such as largely compose the membership of our 
New England lodges, would be interested in pe- 
rusing the pages of a book bearing the significant 
title of " Binding of the Links," coming from the 
pen of one who had seen years and experienced 



PREPARING FOR THE JOURNEY. 3 

many solemn changes. With such prospects be- 
fore me, and encouraged by the hope of success, 
I brought into action all the energy of mind and 
body I possessed to accomplish the desires of my 
soul. 

The result of those months of hard physical 
labor and mental fatigue will be better understood 
by the reader as he follows me in my journey 
along th° devious way. 



4 ON THE ROAD. 



Chapter II. 
STARTING ON THE ROAD. 

" For the treasures of precious worth 
We must patiently dig and dive; 
For the places we long to fill 
We must push and struggle and strive ; 
And always and everywhere 
We'll find, in our onward course, 
Thorns for the feet and. trials to meet, 
And a difficult river to cross." 

With the hearts and hands of brothers every- 
where open to aid me, it still required much talk, 
physical labor, and push to set the ball in motion. 

It was journeying from city to city, from town 
to town, encountering difficulties, overcoming ob- 
stacles, being instant in season and out of season at 
lodge meetings. Notwithstanding that I had pre- 
viously travelled over a large portion of Maine, 
my native State, and had many friends and ac- 
quaintances, it was often like breaking the solid 
ice to introduce myself and interest the brothers 
in what I regarded as important and belonging to 
the work of Odd Fellowship. 

There were always some in every lodge and 
community to speak quickly, and utter in a few 
words — their acts corresponding therewith — more 
real Odd Fellowship than whole hours' loud talk 



STARTING ON THE ROAD. 5 

by him who said, " ' I go, sir,' and went not," but 
passed by on the other side. 

There are hundreds of kind brothers and friends 
whose genial faces I bear in memory. Some of 
them seem near to me to-night while I am pen- 
ning these lines. It was their encouraging words 
and deeds of kindness that lightened the ponder- 
ous burdens that weighed heavily upon me, and 
smoothed the rough road I travelled. 

In summing up the result of my varied experi- 
ences in the light of pleasure derived and success 
in my work as compared with the hardships en- 
dured and losses sustained, the measure of the 
former overbalances the latter many hundred fold, 
and I am happy in the thought of again travelling 
the same and other new roads, even if I must en- 
counter greater difficulties along the way. 



ON THE ROAD. 



Chapter III. 
LODGES VISITED IN PORTLAND. 

" We meet to-night as brothers met 
In days of long ago, 
When Friendship was akin to Love, 
For Truth had made it so." 

It was on a bright July morning in 1889 when 
I stepped on board the steamer " Greenwood " at 
Peak's Island in 

PORTLAND HARBOR, 

and crossed the water to the city, where I was to 
start on the mission which I had been preparing 
to engage in months before. At the head of 
Exchange street I was accosted by Brother Charles 
Paine, from whose press, pages of " Binding of the 
Links " had been issued during the summer months. 
He informed me that the book was completed 
and ready for my hands. The city papers and 
many interested friends had advertised its coming, 
which created a desire among the members of the 
fraternity to know its contents. 

The author had resided in the city eight years, 
and was personally known in the surrounding 
towns. The history of his experience in the 
Order forty years was familiar to many of them. 
The younger members expected to derive benefit 



LODGES VISITED IN PORTLAND. 7 

by a knowledge of what one who had seen years 
before they came upon the stage of life had en- 
countered. 

Portland, Maine, was then and continues to be 
the head centre of Odd Fellowship in the State, 
and ranks foremost in the order throughout the 
New England States. With a population of less 
than forty thousand, it has seven lodges, with a 
membership of 2,784, five encampments number- 
ing 1,580 members, and two Rebekah Degree 
lodges with a large and rapidly increasing mem- 
bership. 

What better or more inviting field for success- 
ful work could be found as initiative work for 
the author of a book dedicated to the cause of 
Friendship, Love, and Truth, the three corner- 
stones in the temple of Odd Fellowship? Brother 
Henry C. Bagley, then Grand Master, stood at the 
head of the Order in Maine. He exemplified 
by word and deed the sum and substance of Odd 
Fellowship. To Brother Bagley and many other 
kind brothers and friends I am indebted for the 
grand success I had in the sale of my book in that 
city, amounting to many hundred copies in a few 
weeks. 

At the session of the Grand Lodge held in 
Portland, August, 1889, there was a large attend- 
ance of representatives, who greeted me with kind 
words and forgot not the " Days of Auld Lang 
Syne." 



8 ON THE ROAD. 



Chapter IV. 

ALL ON BOARD. 

Brother Reader: I now invite you to ac- 
company me on my journey. We will leave the 
"Hub City" of the Pine Tree State for a season. 
Our route is over the Maine Central Railroad to 

LEWISTON AND AUBURN, 

two enterprising manufacturing cities, separated 
by the Androscoggin river. We must board the 
train at the Union Station, the finest railroad 
station in New England, " so people say " and 
newspaper men write. 

The rain is falling; but a little water from the 
clouds won't spoil our " store clothes " or give us 
the grip. 

Ah, see ! We have made the journey in quick 
time. It is just 10.30 o'clock. Let us walk down 
on Main street and enter the law office. Here is 
my friend, A. E. Verrill, a young member of the 
Androscoggin bar. He just donned the title, of 
Past Grand in Old Androscoggin Lodge. This is 
a gala day with the people of the cities. There is 
an excursion to Fort Popham to celebrate the 
town of Durham. We will remain in the city a 



ALL ON BOARD. 9 

few days, and visit the lodges on both sides of 
the river: — " Abou Ben Adhem," and the old 
lodge before mentioned in Auburn, " Golden 
Rule," and " M. and M." on the Lewiston side. 

Let us call round and say " good morning " to 
Veteran Past Grand Master John Read, now secre- 
tary of the "Odd Fellows Mutual Relief Associa- 
tion of Maine." Here is Brother F. W. Brooks, 
at the drug store on the corner. He is one of the 
old stand-by secretaries in Androscoggin Lodge. 
And there is Past Grand Master Geo. W. Goss 
at the bank, looking for us. See ! There are one 
hundred and twenty-seven brothers, members of 
the lodges in both cities, waiting to shake hands 
and examine the contents of my grip ; so we must 
move along sprightly and answer their calls, that 
we may catch the train bound for Brunswick en 
route for Bath and Rockland. 

" No, we don't wish to purchase the road and 
all the rolling-stock." These words were spoken to 
the man at the window of the ticket office of the 
Knox & Lincoln Railroad at Bath. 

The inter- State laws regulating the passenger 
tariff have not affected the scale of rates and the 
charges, which are somewhat in keeping with the 
rates of toll over a certain bridge " away down 
East," where the toll-gatherer offered as a reason for 
the high charges that " teams seldom crossed the 
bridge, and when one did, the amount of money col- 
lected must suffice to pay his full month's wages." 



IO ON THE ROAD. 

After riding a short distance along the water- 
front of the city, we cross the Pejepscot river on 
a steam ferry-boat, of sufficient dimensions to ac- 
commodate two passenger cars and the locomotive. 
The man who secures a seat at the start is a 
fortunate fellow, for the situation of the victim, 
and the effect upon his nicely laundried linen, on 
this hot July day, is as efficacious as thirty 
minutes in a sweat-box. 

Well, we have got safely over the river, and 
more cars are hitched on. Away we go at a fair 
rate of speed. We stop along the route at Wis- 
casset, Waldoboro, Newcastle, Damariscotta, and 
Thomaston. Here is the State institution for men 
and women who "go crooked." 

A short ride onward, and we arrive at 

ROCKLAND, 

where we see the smoke ascending from hundreds 
of lime-kilns. 

The Lindsey House, kept by mine host Hill, 
will be comfortable quarters for the night. " Will" 
is one of the chain-gang fellows, a member of 
Knox; Lodge, where we spend the evening. 

Whom have we here in the ante- room, with eyes 
wide open and hands extended ? It is my brothers 
and friends, Ripley, Colson, Simpson, Mason, and 
a score of others, preparing to initiate three candi- 
dates into the mysteries of Odd Fellowship. They 



ALL ON BOARD. u 

will go through their part in fine style, because 
they are interested in the work and have excellent 
facilities for executing it. 

Brother Oliver Otis, the man who sells his 
opinions — that is, the Rockland "Opinion" news- 
paper for five cents a copy ! We must not pass 
him by on the other side of the street. Never 
mind the dust — it comes from Mother Earth. 

Brother Otis has a caller. It is Past Grand 
J. H. Sherman, secretary of Mt. Battie Lodge at 

CAMDEN. 

His team is at the door, ready for a start home- 
ward. Yes, we will accept his kind invitation to 
take a seat in the carriage and enjoy a pleasant 
drive of six miles, that we may sit among the 
brothers to-night. 

It is the Ocean House where we make our 
quarters. The lodge hall is up on Main street, 
in a large new brick block. There is no work or 
business of special importance to occupy the 
time, and the Noble Grand gives up the meeting 
to the desires of the brothers. The time passes 
pleasantly in speech-making and exchanging 
friendly greetings. 

At an early hour of morning the word goes 
round, "All on board the steamer 'Penobscot' 
for 



12 ON THE ROAD. 



BELFAST ! " 

vVhat brings so large a number of people on 
board? They are going to Northport to the 
Methodist camp-grounds. It is the biggest day 
of the season at that place. 

It is delightful sailing down the river — every- 
body is happy, and there is music in the air. 
It would do our soul and body good to go on 
shore and join the multitude in the exercises of 
the day, and rest under the shade of those beauti- 
ful trees. But we must continue on our journey to 
Belfast, and prepare for the great event connected 
with dedicating the Odd Fellows' magnificent 
hall. Grand Master Kimball and suite will be 
present. 

See ! We are nearing the landing. Listen to 
the music ! Who are all those in showy uniforms 
on the streets? It is "Field Day" with the 
Knights of Pythias Uniformed Rank in Maine. 
There are two hundred and fifty in line. They 
make a fine display. 

To-night Waldo Lodge holds its last meeting 
in the old hall, where an exciting drama, almost 
tragical, was enacted years ago ; but the conflict 
ended in a glorious conquest by Waldo Lodge 
over the disloyal members of Belfast Lodge. 
There are forty-six members present to-night. 
The third degree is being conferred on three 



AI.I. ON HOARD. i 3 

candidates. Grand Master R. G. Dyer is in the 
van. His remarks on the history of the lodge, 
building the new hall, its dedication, and the 
events to take place on that day, are full of 
interest. 

It is Tuesday morning, September 3. The 
sun shines brightly. Brother Dyer invites Grand 
Master Kimball, Grand Secretary Davis, Grand 
Marshal Pike, Brother Sale, editor of the " Odd Fel- 
lows' Register," the reader, and myself to a scat on a 
handsomely upholstered buckboard, drawn by a 
span of cream-white horses, for a drive about the 
city and a look over the camp-grounds at North- 
port; while the members of the visiting cantons, 
encampments, and lodges, numbering many 
hundreds, are forming on the street for the 
general parade. They make a fine exhibition in 
showy uniforms and bright jewels, while keeping 
step to the inspiring music of many bands. 

We must make haste, or it will be impossible to 
get upon the floor to witness the dedicatory 
exercises of the fine large hall, for there is such a 
crowd in advance of us ; but we can hear the 
words spoken by the grand officers, who are 
rendering the service in a very impressive manner. 

It is near the close of day; the great event has 
passed, and the tired and hungry boys are rush- 
ing into the Coliseum building, where tables are 
laid for seven hundred and fifty people. The 
dinner is free — everybody is invited to partake, 



14 ON THE ROAD. 

The committee of entertainment say, " Go out 
into the highways and hedges and compel them 
to come in, that the house and the people them- 
selves may be filled." After they have all been 
satisfied, there are more than twelve baskctsful 
remaining. 

The Eastern Maine State Fair is drawing 
thousands of people to Bangor to-day. There 
is a jam and tumult in that city. We will keep 
away until Monday. Let us go on to 

PITTSFIELD, 

and stop with our brother and friend, Blackden. 
" Owen " will make things pleasant and comfort- 
able for us Sunday. 

Here is Brother Knowles, Noble Grand of 
Phlentoma Lodge, Dr. E. C. Bryant, Permanent 
Secretary, with Brothers J. W. Webb and J. A. 
Morrison, standing on the corner of the street 
ready to greet us. The town and the people are 
the same as when I visited the place months 
ago. 

Doctor Dow, of Mapleton, in Aroostook County, 
is the popular clerk at the hotel this season. He 
will escort us into my old room, " No. 10." 
We have enjoyed ourselves grandly, and now the 
Sabbath day is drawing to a close, we will proceed 
on our journey. 

The " Herald " train will arrive at the station 



ALL ON BOARD. I 5 

in a few moments. Sec ! The cars are crowded 
with people going to the Methodist camp-grounds 
at Etna. There is hardly standing-room. " Camp- 
grounds ! Camp-grounds ! " exclaims the con- 
ductor. Every car in the long train is vacated. 
You and I, dear reader, have all the seats to our- 
selves. The conductor and brakemen vanish 
from sight to keep company with the " paper 
men " in the baggage car. It is on to 

BANGOR. 

Now we are jumping and thumping over'the rails 
in these empty cars, stopping now and again to 
" fire out " bundles of " Globes" and " Heralds." 
Well, we ought to bless our stars that we have 
reached the " City of the East " without broken 
bones. "Hack! Carriage!" Here are four public 
conveyances in waiting to give We, Us, & Co. a 
second edition of jolting over the street pavements. 
No, thank you ; we prefer to walk to the Hathon 
House in Market square. "Lew" is the caterer, 
as usual, and there will be no lack in quantity or 
quality of the substantial at his table. 

Bangor is an Odd Fellow city. There are three 
lodges, — Penobscot, Oriental, and Bangor, — all 
having a large membership, and prosperous. 

It will take several days to " do the town." I 
have scores of good brothers and friends here 
whom I shall be pleased to introduce you to. The 



16 ON THE ROAD. 

first on the list is our Veteran Past Grand A. N. 
Yeaton, then Past Grand Phincas Batchelder. 
Bangor was formerly the home of Past Grand 
Master N. II. Colton, now residing at Orono. 
Let us take a walk over the Kenduskeag bridge to 
the east side, and drop into the barber's shop, 
" Number 3," where Brother Packard is the knight 
of the razor. "John" will have a story to tell 
about the " salve," and will call in the boys for a 
general hand-shaking. He is science in giving a 
clean shave. 

There is Past Grand John E. Booth. Why 
comes he here? He is not Booth the tragedian, 
but the man who makes moccasins. 

We are ordered to stand and deliver up the con- 
tents of my grip, by a company of odd-looking 
fellows. Among them I see Henry B. Thorns, 
Leslie Kellen, " Cal " Jones, John Mitchell, O. D. 
Maddocks, and a host of others. If the situation 
becomes too hot for us, we will move out and seek 
refuge in Brother A. A. Nickerson's store, down on 
Exchange street. He can muster a small regi- 
ment who are plotting evil against helpless travellers 
on their way from J. to J. Here we are near 
the ferry-landing. Let us step on board the 
" Bon Ton " and cross over the river to the 
maiden city of 

BREWER. 
Are you tired by climbing the steep hill? If so, we 



ALL ON BOARD. \y 

will step into the barber's shop near by, rest awhile, 
and have a chat with Brother George \Y. Mackay. 
George is full of Odd Fellowship, and can post us 
on all matters concerning the Order in these parts. 
Wildey Lodge meets to-night. We must be on 
hand promptly at seven o'clock. The motto of the 
members is : 

" Early to bed and early to rise 
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." 

Russell W. Currier is Noble Grand. Exactly on the 
dot his gavel calls the twenty-one members to order, 
and business is dispatched with little delay. The 
hall has been newly fitted up and furnished since 
my last visit, three years ago. It is now a neat, 
cosey home for Brothers Nickerson, Libby, Brown, 
Farnham, Packard, Tufts, Banks, Burr, and others 
of the working members who are constant attend- 
ants at the weekly meetings. It is 8. 30 o'clock, 
and the business of the lodge is finished. The 
guardian has performed the last duty of his office, 
and the brothers depart in peace. 



I 8 ON THE ROAD. 



Chapter V. 
ON TO THE AROOSTOOK. 

It is Friday morning. The trains are bringing 
large numbers of people from the State Fair held 
in Lewiston the past week. Some of the excursion- 
ists are singing " Oh ! be joyful ! " and " We won't 
go home till morning ! " " No, I'll be blowed if I 
go home on this morning train," says a fellow over 
there. " I'm bound to sell my ticket, and raise a 
dollar for a good time with my friends." Now is a 
chance for a small speculation. Let us see what 
he has. "Look here, Mister! Let us see your 
ticket. Ha! ha!" "It is for Presque Isle, 
away up in the Aroostook," he says. " Reg'lar 
price, seven dollars. Will sell it for one fifty ; but 
you'll have to put it through by daylight to get 
there before twelve o'clock Saturday night, or it's 
no good." 

Well, do you believe the blowed bacchanalian 
has sold me his ticket for one dollar fifty, good for 
a ride to Presque Isle, over ninety miles? 

We must leave on the four o'clock train and stop 

over at 

OLDTOWN 

on the Maine Central Railroad. It has been a 
pleasant ride, and we are in the town before dark. 



ON TO THE AROOSTOOK. 19 

Ah ! There is Past Grand Master E. W. Conant 
passing by. He sees us ; he comes this way ; lie 
is here. " Brother Conant, can you direct us to 
an inn, a place of rest and safety for the night? " 
He invites ns to a scat in his carriage. 

Have we come so quickly? "Here is an inn, 
brothers." Surely the grounds, the trees, the hall, 
are familiar to my eyes. Brother Conant is point- 
ing. 

He says, " The door is open : enter, my brothers. 
My house is your home — enjoy its attractions and 
its comforts. Mrs. Conant is a Rebekah. She will 
entertain you for a while. Please excuse me." 

Now that we have been refreshed by an enjoy- 
able supper we will accompany our good brother to 
Tarratine Lodge. It occupies a fine new hall on 
the main street, built a few years ago and publicly 
dedicated. It is a profitable investment of money, 
and reflects great credit upon the projectors. 

The hour of lodge meeting is seven o'clock the 
year round, so that the aged and infirm brothers 
may attend, as well as the younger members. 
There is no work or business of special impor- 
tance before the lodge to-night ; but the brothers 
are ready to fill up the time with interesting talk 
and friendly greetings. 

I recall the faces of Brothers Noyes, Snow, Na- 
son, Swan, Emerson, Walker, Spofford, McCars- 
land, and others, whom I used to meet in the old 
hall on the hill. 



20 ON THE ROAD. 

It is Saturday morning. The sky betokens 
rain. Brother Conant is tapping gently on our 
door. He says, "Breakfast is ready." Six o'clock 
is not an early hour for travelling men to break- 
fast, when the train starts at 6.30 on an all-day 
journey. 

It is not pleasant parting with kind friends in 
this hurried manner ; but time and railroad con- 
ductors wait for no man. On we go at a moder- 
ate rate of speed. There is little of interest along 
the way to attract the eye of the traveller. 

We are nearing Vanceborough, the boundary- 
line station between Maine and New Brunswick. 
Here Her Majesty's custom officials will demand 
an examination of all baggage going through her 
territory. 

How is this? Our baggage is not among the lot. 
We hold the checks, but the careless baggage- 
master at Oldtown has neglected to put the grips 
on board the train. Telegraph back ! Sue the 
railroad company for damages ! That will be no 
use. A few books and a box of collars are of 
little account. But no train will leave Oldtown 
to arrive in Presque Isle before Monday noon. 
How dreadful ! No changes over Sunday. Well, 
there is one consolation — the custom-house offi- 
cers can't inspect our baggage this trip. 

Well, here we start again. Who is that portly 
gentleman two seats ahead? It is Dr. Hathaway, 
of Presque Isle. He is enjoying a hearty laugh. 



ON TO THE AROOSTOOK. 21 

I will speak a word in his ear, and see if he 
catches the meaning. " Yes," he says, " I'm one of 
'em, and there are others on board the train 
bound by the links." We shall soon get a sight of 
fine scenery along the Aroostook river, cross nu- 
merous bridges, and pass " the falls." 

It has been a long, tedious journey; but we are 
now at the station. The doctor's offer is a most 
generous one. He says if we will hold his 
little daughter on our knees while he drives the 
horse we may ride to the village, where com- 
fortable quarters will be provided for the night, 
and on Sunday morning he will convey us six 
miles, to the home of my friend, Capt. S. C. F. 
Smith. 

It has been a pleasure to hold the child, ride in 
the easy carriage, and see the sights along the 
way — all new and of interest to us ; and now we 
are at the doctor's house, enjoying the hospitalities 
of his courteous family. We will take a walk on 
the street. It is early in the evening. Perhaps we 
may find some brothers of the mystic tie. 

We have actually set our feet upon the " garden 
spot" of Maine. The village has a citified look: 
electric-lights, opera house, large wood and 
brick blocks, and people everywhere interested 
and active in prosecuting the vocations of their 
choice. 

We cannot know unless we ask for information, 
so we will step into this " five and ten cent store," 



22 ON THE ROAD. 

and see if there are any signs exhibited whereby 
we may know a brother. Yes, there are the 
three links on the proprietor's vest. It is Brother 
C. P. Purrington. How quickly and cordially he 
shakes our hands ! Mr. C. E. Humphries and 
C. O. Perry, on the opposite side of the street, 
are also members of the order. They say, "The 
woods are full of 'em." 

We will now retire for the night. Doctors are 
expected to make professional calls on Sunday 
as well as on other days, when people requi/e 
their services. 

Four miles on the road to 

MAPLETON 

to visit the sick and relieve the distressed is " a 
Sabbath day's journey," to be sure. But the Good 
Samaritan is commanded to perform humane deeds 
at all times. With a veteran brother in charge, 
who has seen years and experienced many changes, 
and the brother who has accompanied him on 
his journey thus far, it will not be an act of cour- 
tesy on the part of the doctor to drop us both 
by the roadside, — when we are so near to 
Captain Smith's house, — and return to the vil- 
lage, leaving us strangers to tread the rough way 
alone, without a guide. We have nothing to fear 
in that direction. 

I can see from this hill a neat white house over 



ON TO THE AROOSTOOK. 23 

in the field beyond the store. " Doctor, I will 
venture a guess that that is the captain's home." 
" You have hit it right the first time, major. 
That is where the captain lives. He is standing 
in the front door." " You call me ' major ' — I'm 
no military character, although I have scaled the 
walls of Jericho." 

Ah, Stephen, my old friend ! We meet once 
more, after a separation of nearly twenty-five 
years. This meeting carries our memories back 
to the days when the boys in blue went march- 
ing forward to the scenes of battle on Southern 
soil. You were among the brave who dared to 
do and suffer for your country's good. You are 
my brother, not of the triple links, but almost of 
kin — one of the dear friends I love so well. 

There is no lodge of Odd Fellows at Maple- 
ton ; but we shall meet a number of brothers who 
are members of the order at Presque Isle, Houl- 
ton, Fort Fairfield, Patten, Caribou, and Wash- 
burn. 

It will be a good plan to get the boys all to- 
gether and hold a social meeting. We will elect 
Brother Edwin A. Smith, President; Albert Ball, 
Vice-President ; Charles Hughs, Secretary ; Oliver 
P. Smith, Treasurer; Brothers Ingreham, Carr, 
Twist, Dudley, and Jackson a Committee on 
Good and Welfare. The place for holding the 
meeting will be in Captain Smith's store, on some 
rainy evening. It will be a public meeting. The 



24 ON THE ROAD. 

captain and his son may be present. " Rex " will 
be appointed door-keeper. The question for dis- 
cussion will be on growing potatoes and grain, 
making starch, raising stock, horses, and neat 
cattle, and shaving shingles. All these matters 
have a direct bearing on the existence and main- 
tenance of Odd Fellow lodges in Aroostook 
County; for without them there would be no 
material for making lodges. 

Having accomplished our purposes in this 
town, we must cover the ground that we travelled 
one week ago, and return to Presque Isle and 
spend the evening with the brothers of the lodge' 
that bears the name of the village. The hall is 
over Brother N. J. Johnson's harness-shop. There 
is a good attendance to-night. Some of the 
brothers have come six miles to enjoy the meet- 
ing. Here is Brother Joshua K. Damon. Long 
years ago he and I were schoolmates in a small 
village in the eastern section of Maine ; and here 
also is Brother Howard M. Dorman, a native of 
Machias, Maine, in the same county, a son of the 
late D. W. Dorman, for many years Registrar of 
Deeds. 

Brother Reader, do you see any names among 
the members present that are familiar to you ? : — 
W. S. Kimball, J. J. Howes, W. C. Smith, George 
P. Dennett, J. A. Frazier, Alden Chandler, Will- 
iam Brown. This has been a very enjoyable 
meeting. We will now go with Brother N. J. 



ON TO THE AROOSTOOK. 2$ 

Johnson and spend the night at his home. Satur- 
day we will view the town and note all points of 
interest. The day is waning. We have traversed 
a large territory and conversed with many people. 

We are now ready .to accompany Brother 
Damon to his home, a little way out of the vil- 
lage, to spend the night. 

It is Sunday morning, bright and beautiful. 
We can enjoy the out-of-door air, and be enter- 
tained by the young Misses Damon with their 
music and singing. 

It is in keeping with the sacred day to visit the 
last resting-place of those whom we have known 
and been associated with on life's journey. Here 
is a conspicuous white marble column within this 
enclosure, bearing a quaint inscription. I will 
read it. The letters were cut upon the stone 
under the eye of the man whose name stands at 
the head. It is characteristic of the old editor. 

It reads: "Daniel Stickney. Born Nov. 25, 
1804. Until 18 years of age, a farmer's boy, 25 
years a mechanic and teacher of common schools, 
25 years a lay preacher of the gospel as taught 
by David in XXIII psalm, by Jesus Christ in his 
Sermon on the Mount, by Paul upon Mars Hill 
to the Athenians, and in the XII chapter of 
Romans. For half a century a newspaper writer, 
and for 14 years proprietor and editor of the 
Prcsquc Isle Sunrise. A Republican from his 
earliest recollection to the day of his death." 



26 ON THE ROAD. 

I read on the headstones the names of others 
whom I have met at pleasant reunions of the 
" Maine Editors' and Publishers' Association." 
But we can tarry no longer. The chilly north 
wind reminds us that the days are nearing the 
season of frosts, when thick wraps and mittens will 
be comfortable. 

It is Monday afternoon. Brother Damon is at 
the door with his fine turnout — black stallion 
"Mohock" and top buggy. We are to give the 
members of Aroostook Valley Lodge at Caribou 
a surprise to-night. Quite a delegation from 
Presque Isle Lodge will start at a later hour and 
meet us at the hall. The way is pleasant, and let 
us hope that our journey will be safe. We have 
a twelve-mile drive over a beautiful section of the 
country. Cast your eye over the extensive land- 
scape. There are no waste or uncultivated lands 
on either side of the highway. Green fields and 
large, tidy farm-houses occupy the broad acres. 
The soil is free from stones, light, and easily 
worked. These are some of the homes of the 
early settlers. They show what industry and 
frugality have brought to the pioneers in the 
wilds of northern Maine. 

But see ! We are entering the village. The 
hands of the clock on the church point to 4.30. 
Mohock has performed the journey quickly. 

Here is the Vaughn House, a place of entertain- 
ment for weary travellers. Let us enter and take 



ON TO THE AROOSTOOK. 27 

some refreshment. Here is Hon. H. M. Heath, 
of Augusta, a member of the Kennebec bar, for- 
merly principal of Washington Academy at Ease 
Machias. He is here on business connected with 
the Water Power Company. 

We will now accompany Brother Damon to Odd 
Fellows Hall. Both the Noble and Vice Grands 
are on the sick list, and Past Grand P. S. Goud is 
master of the gavel to-night. The brother at my 
right is Past Grand T. W. Willis. He was a con- 
stant and interesting correspondent of the "Odd 
Fellows' Register" years ago, when I published the 
paper. The attendance is small, owing to the 
sickness of the officers, and because there is no 
business of importance to attend to. 

We are invited to spend the night with Brother 
Goud. His house is up the street a little way. 

Brother N. L. Johnson, a twofold brother of 
N. A. Johnson at Presque Isle, desires us to call 
at his store in the morning, that he may " show us 
the sights " about town. 

The team is now in waiting at the door. We 
ascend this hill, one and three-fourths miles. 
Here is the stand-pipe. The water is brought 
one hundred and eighty feet from the river, where 
a dam is being constructed at a cost of $30,000. 
The business centre of the village lies between two 
high hills. The river between them is spanned 
by a bridge. Along the banks of the river the 
caribou herded in the days when the red man 



28 ON THE ROAD. 

possessed the northern forests. Now how 
changed the scene ! Where once stood the tall 
pines in an unbroken wilderness inhabited by 
Indians and wild beasts, appears a thrifty village, 
with thousands of inhabitants. Business in stores, 
shops, mills, and factories is booming; school- 
houses and churches are numerous ; religious and 
educational institutions are ably supported ; social 
and fraternal organizations contribute their part 
toward elevating and blessing mankind. 
The train for 

FORT FAIRFIELD 

leaves at 2.25. We have little time before our 
walk to Brother Johnson's house for dinner. 

Ah! Here I see Nicholas Fessenden, Esq., 
Clerk of the Maine House of Representatives 
and Grand Warden of the Grand Lodge I.O.O.F. 
He is en route for " The Fort." We will follow in 
his wake. 

It is the meeting night of Pioneer Lodge. 
" Professor" Scates, C. E. Dinsmore, E. L. 
Houghton, B. F. Durgin, F. L. McDonald, and 
other active members of the order, are on the cor- 
ner looking for us. They are curious to know 
who the "squire" has in charge. When they 
learn that it is a Past Grand who has served his 
time forty years as such, they take council to- 
gether, and decide that the best thing to do is to 



ON TO THE AROOSTOOK. 29 

conduct him to the inn, where the door is open. 
The brother, no longer a stranger, is invited to 
enter. They speak a word to the host, saying, 
" Take care of him, and whatsoever you expend 
for his comfort we will recompense you therefor." 
Such, kind reader, is the story of the Good Sa- 
maritan in Aroostook County, Maine. 



30 ON THE ROAD. 



Chapter VI. 

HOMEWARD BOUND. 

It is Wednesday morning, September 25. 
" Up ! Up ! Breakfast is ready." It is five o'clock. 
We must " hustle " to eat our breakfast and 
reach the station, for the train leaves in forty 
minutes. " All aboard ! " We have Mr. Carlisle, 
of Somerville, Mass,, for our companion on the 
road. There is a jovial party on board. We are 
moving at " slow coach " speed. " Five minutes 
for refreshments at Newburgh Junction." Mr. 
Carlisle isn't going to " get left." He has brought 
his cup of coffee, sandwich, and doughnuts along 
with him from the table. " Had just time to 
step on board as the train moved away from 
the platform." We have had lots of fun all the 
way on the long, tedious journey. We are thank- 
ful that we have arrived safely in Bangor. We 
will now move on to 

DEXTER. 

Let us stop a few moments at the station and 
chat with Brother E. J. Sturtevant, " Sam " Ham- 
ilton, Dexter Nason, and some of the other 
" boys," before going up into the village. 



HOMEWARD BOUND. 31 

Plymouth Lodge meets on Tuesday evening. 
We cannot remain in the town four days. We 
will look up the brothers on the streets, in their 
places of business, take a stroll down by the 
"Stone Mill," the "Brick Mill," and among the 
other manufacturing establishments. Dexter is a 
stirring business town, furnishing employment to 
hundreds of men and women. 

Here is my old brother and friend, Past Grand 
O. W. Bridges. Dr. C. H. Haynes is in his dental 
rooms. He may be able to divert his attention 
for a few moments from the critical work he is 
engaged in. Moses, of whom we read in the 
Bible, is passing this way. He is looking very meek 
and good-natured. There are Brothers Roberts, 
King, Harris, Farrar, and others. We must speak 
a word with them before we leave town. 

Brother E. M. Tibbetts, the undertaker, has 
kindly offered us a seat in his carriage for a drive 
about the village. Such friendly courtesies are 
appreciated by me, and most gladly we accept 
the proffered benefaction. Now we get a grand 
view of the picturesque town — those high grounds 
sloping toward the river, with beautiful shade- 
trees along its banks. The long distance from 
the railroad station to the business part of the 
town is an "out;" but the track is to be ex- 
tended next season farther up into the village. 
Then a branch road leading to Dover and Fox- 
croft will be completed. 



32 ON THE ROAD. 

We have enjoyed the pleasant drive and " taken 
in " all the beauties of the town. We will now 
say good-by to our brothers and friends, and 
return over the road we came this morning and 
stop awhile at 

NEWPORT. 

Well do I remember the events connected with 
instituting "Old Hickory" Lodge, Number 104, 
on the afternoon and late into the night of De- 
cember 7, 1883, in Masonic Hall. 

We have to wait here for the arrival of the 
train from Bangor going west. We cannot oc- 
cupy the time more pleasantly than by calling 
round and interviewing Brothers Young, Judkins, 
Wardwell, Marsh, Mitchell, and Bennett. Most 
of them are employees of the Maine Central Rail- 
road. 

It is nearing the hour of nine o'clock. The 
full, bright moon eclipses the colored lights about 
the station, and is " a lamp unto our feet and a light 
unto our path." 

Hear the whistle ! " Newport ! Newport ! 
All aboard ! " We are on the way to 

WATERVILLE. 

Everything about the not-many-years-ago busy 
town, now a booming city, appears natural to my 
eye. I am on old, familiar ground, among 



HOMEWARD BOUND. 33 

brothers and friends with whom I have passed 
many enjoyable hours. We must not quit the 
place for a number of days, there are so many 
hands to grasp, so much to see. Let us walk 
down on Elm street and enter the harness-shop. 
Here is Brother Robbins. " Fred " is at his old 
business with needles and tools, executing fine 
work on leather and upholstery, stopping occa- 
sionally to sound a note on his " Ai " cornet. 

It is at Mrs. Spencer's house, a little way from 
Brother Robbins's shop, we find pleasant boarding 
accommodations. It has been my stopping-place 
during sundry visits to the city in years past. I 
" never go back on old friends." 

Our best plan is to board the horse-cars and go 
two miles to 

FAIRFIELD 

village this afternoon, that we may spend a little 
time with brothers and friends before the hour of 
Fairfield Lodge meeting to-night. Here is our 
genial friend and Veteran Past Grand, John R. 
Foss, with Past Grand Ruckliff in the carpenter's 
shop near by. "You still live" are the words of 
their greeting. 

It is evening. We will ascend these stairs near 
the entrance of the post-office in Odd Fellows 
Block. It is the same hall which I assisted in 
dedicating fifteen years ago, and where I have 
spent many an enjoyable evening since that 



34 ON THE ROAD. 

memorable event. Here we meet once more 
Brothers Bradbury, Kendall, Blackwell, Knowlton, 
Merrill, — good old Simeon, — Perkins, and scores 
of others, who are always at their post of duty, 
ready and willing to bear aloft the banner of 
Friendship, Love, and Truth. This evening's 
proceedings carry my mind back to the early 
days of my acquaintance with the brothers of 
Fairfield Lodge. We must now' separate from 
our kind brothers and return to Waterville on the 
last car. Brother H. C. Hight and Ed. P. Mayo, 
editor of the " Journal," we will call upon " some 
other day." 

What is going on in Odd Fellows Block, Water- 
ville, to-night? It is Wednesday evening. Samar- 
itan Lodge meets. Here are many of the same 
old company I have frequently met upon similar 
occasions: Brothers S. S. Vose, Chamberlain, 
Gilpatrick, "Billy" Smith, Stewart, W. 1. and 
J. L. Towne, William True, Henry Williams, 
Davis, and Charley Dyrample. They are here to 
exemplify the teachings of the Bible as set forth 
in the Gospel of St. Luke, loth chapter, 30th 
verse : " A certain man went down from Jerusa- 
lem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who 
stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, 
and departed, leaving him half dead." Samaritan 
is the name of this lodge, and most assuredly the 
brothers are, or should be, Good Samaritans 
indeed ! They hear and heed the cry, — 



HOMEWARD BOUND. 35 

" O friends and brothers, gliding down the years, 
Humanity is calling each and all, 
In tender accents born of grief and tears : 
I pray you listen to the tender call ! 
You cannot in j'our seliish pride 
Pass guiltless by upon the other side." 

Our next objective point is 

OAKLAND, 

for many years West Waterville, eight miles from 
this city, on the line of the Maine Central Railroad. 

Mr. Crosby Shorey, the veteran livery-stable 
keeper, has kindly offered us the use of a fine 
turnout — his family horse " Yankee " — for a drive 
over to Oakland village. Forty-five years ago 
Mr. Shorey was a contractor for carrying the 
United States mails, by four-horse post-coach, 
from Machias to Eastport and Calais, in Washing- 
ton County, Maine, passing daily through Dennys- 
ville, my native village. He has always regarded 
me with kindly feelings, and, in token of his con- 
tinued friendship, has conferred this generous 
favor upon us. 

We will drive out of the city by " Crommett's 
Mills," and make our first stopping-place at 
Benjamin & Allen's shop. Here is Brother 
E. C. Blackwell, the first Noble Grand of Anion 
Lodge, instituted Nov. 2, 1882. Brother Black- 
well has been in the employ of Messrs. Allen & 
Co. nearly twenty years. He was one of the 



36 ON THE RCKD. 

earnest workers in establishing the lodge in 
this village, and has always been one of its firm 
supporters. 

At the first starting the lodge rented a small 
hall over a dwelling-house on the main street. 
The rapid increase in membership made necessary 
larger and better quarters, which were secured by 
reconstructing the old Masonic Hall in the brick 
block nearly opposite the Maine Central Railroad 
depot. The hall is fitted up in fine style and 
neatly furnished, each order sharing equally the 
expense. We will accompany Brother Blackvvell, 
and take a survey of the interior of the hall. It 
is complete in all its appointments. There are a 
number of axe and scythe factories, foundries, 
mills, and manufactories, utilizing the excellent 
water-power on the river, and furnishing em- 
ployment to hundreds of industrious and in- 
telligent men who compose the membership of 
Amon lodge. We shall be pleased to make the 
acquaintance of some of them to-day. Brother 
S. C. Sawtelle is at leisure, and offers to drive us 
over the village and introduce us to any we may 
chance to meet by the way. Here are Brothers 
Stevens, Frost, Pride, Dustin, McClure, Fossett, 
Kellcy, Lord, Parker, and a number of others. 

We will dine and rest at Brother Sawtelle's house, 
and then return to the city. We are just in time 
to get on board " Jewett's train," and reach my 
home in Portland at 3.30 o'clock. 



\ 



HOMEWARD BOUND. 37 

Brother Reader, you have kept close watch of 
me all the way on my long journey. You will 
now permit me to rest a few clays at home. Then 
we will take a new start. Exit Reader — the door 
closes. 



38 ON THE ROAD. 



Chapter VII. 

MAKING THE CIRCUIT. 

OCTOBER 7, 1889. I have enjoyed a few days 
of rest among my friends, and am now ready for 
our other pilgrimage. I invite your company, 
Brother Reader. We will step on board the horse- 
car at the head of Preble street, Portland, go one 
mile to Deering, and stop at 

WOODFORD CORNER, 

where we meet Brothers Parkman, Sawyer, Hill, 
Lowell, Mitchell, Adams, Benson, and others, 
who are working this evening in Fraternity Lodge, 
instituted March 26, 1886. It is one of the 
active, prosperous lodges in the State, gaining rap- 
idly in membership. There are a large number of 
brothers belonging to the order residing in Deer- 
ing, members of the different lodges in Portland, 
who assist the new lodge in many ways. The 
important duties of innkeeper were performed at 
various times during the first months of the lodge's 
existence by a veteran Past Grand of forty years. 
The brothers frequently speak of " his way of 
entertaining weary and suffering travellers." „ 
We must board the Portland and Rochester 



Making the circuit. 39 

train at the Woodford station. Brother Parkman 
will put us on the right track, and Superintendent 
Peter's pass on the road is exempt from Con- 
ductor Clcaves's puncher, so we are all right. 
See ! We have come five miles to 

CUMBERLAND MILLS. 

Here are S. D. Warren & Co.'s paper-mills — " the 
largest in the world." The buildings occupy over 
seven acres of ground. The company employ 
some eight hundred men and women ; the monthly 
pay-roll is upwards of $30,000; between forty 
and fifty tons of finished paper are shipped daily. 
Mr. J. E. Warren is superintendent of the mills. 
Ammoncogin Lodge was -instituted in this vil- 
lage Feb. 5, 1 88 1. Among its active members are 
Brothers C. W. Mace, E. W. Ayer, A. C. Chute, 
'Dud" T. Swan, C. H. Leighton, C. E. Holt, 
W. H. Hammond, C. W. Troy, and Edgar A. 
Durell. There is much of interest connected 
with the village and lodge ; but we have no time 
now to devote* to it, but must proceed on one mile 
to 

SACCARAPPA, 

a stirring village, now the city of Westbrook. 
We can take the train now ready to start. 
We are hardly seated before " Saccarapp' ! " is 
announced by the conductor. In its early days 



40 ON THE ROAD. 

it was a lumber manufacturing place. There are 
cotton, woollen, and silk mills here, iron foundries, 
shoe factories, and numerous industries, furnish- 
ing employment for men and women. The people 
belong to that class called " jinners," for almost 
every namable secret and social organization 
exists in the village. Among them is Saccarappa 
Lodge I.O.O.F., instituted May 24, 1844. It is 
the fourth in the State, having held its charter 
forty-five consecutive years. It has a unique 
record. The lodge meeting is Friday evening. 
We cannot stop over, but must proceed on to 

GORHA.M. 

It will compensate in some degree for the disap- 
pointment and loss in not gathering with the 
brothers in the lodge-room to meet them on the 
street, where I have exchanged pleasant greetings 
daily for more than two years, on my rounds in 
newspaper work. Gorham is a classic town. The 
Gorham Normal School is established here, ably 
conducted by Professor Corthell. It is also the 
home of Hon. ex-Governor Robie, widely known 
among the " Patrons of Husbandry." He has 
held the highest executive office in the State. 
Gorham Lodge was instituted Jan. 15, 1883, and 
now numbers over one hundred and forty mem- 
bers. The names of Lowell, Hayes, Harding, 
Shackford, Coburn, Bolton, Summerside, and 



MAKING THE CIRCUIT. 41 

McLellan are familiar to Odd Fellows who have 
spent a little time in looking up members of the 
order in that village. A cordial reception is given 
to all visiting brothers at the lodge. 

We shall have a change at our next stopping- 
place, " Saco River " station — take the mail 
stage for a four- mile drive to 

WEST BUXTON VILLAGE. 

Before we undertake the tedious journey through 
the mud, we will walk down in this part of the 
town called 

" BAR MILLS," 

and call upon Brothers Meserve, Locke, S. J. and 
C. H. Towle, and Palmer, at the post-office, 
Flint and Harmon at the furniture mills — all 
worthy members of Saco Valley Lodge. They 
reside so far from the place of meeting that they 
seldom have the privilege of participating in the 
work of the lodge, but they are ever ready to 
assist in advancing its " good and welfare." 

Here we are on our way, closely packed between 
two women, our legs pinioned by the staring 
man on the middle seat. He answers to the 
name of gentleman. Perhaps the ladies judge 
him otherwise. The way is anything but pleasant, 
and there are fears that the journey may not be 
safe ; but we will hope for the best. It is Wedhes- 



42 ON THE ROAD. 

day. This is the evening of the lodge meeting. 
There is Brother Charles Hobson, standing in the 
doorway of his store. He beckons us that way. 
Brother James H. Towle, Noble Grand, invites us 
to walk over the bridge. What a droll name for 
a village — " Moderation " ! It does not imply that 
the people " let their moderation be known unto 
all men, " but it is the sluggish moving of the 
waters onward through the Saco valley that gives 
it its name. 

Manufacturing and shipping lumber is the 
principal business of the place. Buxton and 
Hollis are connected by the bridge we are cross- 
ing. 

There are visitors present from Highland Lodge, 
Limerick, this evening. The boys are to have a 
pleasant entertainment. We shall make the ac- 
quaintance of a number of them. Let us break 
" the ring " that has been formed, and clasp hands 
with those that are extended towards us. Here 
are Brothers Bradbury, " Ed " Hobson, Barnes, 
Bason, Sawyer, Judkins, Partridge, Sands, Cobb, 
Smith, Goldthwait, Tarbox, and others. It is 
nearly six years since I met them all. It has 
been a good and pleasant thing to sit among the 
brothers to-night. We have enjoyed a hearty 
laugh, and helped to put away a portion of the 
delicious ice-cream and cake. Now come the 
good-night partings, and we hear the pleasant 
words, " Come again." 



MAKING THE CIRCUIT. 43 

The coach is at the door right on time — six 
o'clock. We have hardly finished breakfast. 
Here we are jogging along over the same old 
road to Saco River station. Our next stop is 

SOUTH WATERBORO', 

a small village. Smith's Steam Saw- mills, coat 
and pants shops, and farming are the resources of 
the people. 

Enterprise Lodge was instituted November 5, 
1880. It numbers one hundred and seventeen 
members to-day. The attendance at the weekly 
meetings is generally small. Many of the brothers 
reside miles distant from the hall. Should we be 
in the village some Monday, we should be likely 
to meet Brothers Thynge, Emery, Carll, Will. C. 
Thynge, A. H. Ricker, Guptill, Harding, J. Allen 
Smith, F. W. Littlefield, and F. E. Libby at their 
posts, conducting the business of the lodge. It 
is now the busy season. It will be difficult to 
find many of the brothers. We will go to the 
station ; the train will soon arrive. 

" All aboard for 

SPRING vale!" 

Here we are — free coach to the hotel. Kept 
by Brother W. A. Lowe, — good quarters. We will 
walk about the village and see what is going on, 



44 ON THE ROAD. 

The shoe business must be booming. Three 
large buildings are going up. There are woollen 
mills on the river in operation. 

My good brother and friend, " Ben," is not in 
his harness-shop. A gentleman on the street 
says, " Hamilton is sick — confined to his house." 
We will go immediately and see him. Glad to 
find him improving, with good prospects of speedy 
recovery. There are a number of brothers on the 
street — old acquaintances. I will introduce you to 
Brother Lord at the dry-goods store ; Wentworth, 
the undertaker; A. J. Smith, merchant, many 
years Treasurer of Friendship Lodge ; Chenery 
at the coat-shops; Frank Lowe, D.D.G.M. ; Mer- 
rill, Butler, Dexter, Ellis, and " Charley" Hamil- 
ton. There are few brothers present at the lodge 
this evening. Too many attractions outside. 
It is good to retire early after a day of hard 
tramping. We will improve this opportunity to 
make up for the late hours in the past, and more 
that are to follow. 

Our journey is onward. Wo shall shortly cross 
the boundary line between Maine and New Hamp- 
shire. Rochester station is the junction. We 
will change cars and take passage over the Boston 
& Maine line to 

GREAT FALLS, N.H., 

half an hour's ride. There is nothing of interest 
along the route. 



MAKING THE CIRCUIT. 45 

Here is the city. Large brick and stone blocks. 
Manufacturing establishments appear at all points. 
We will defer our survey of the town at present. 
Cross the bridge here, and we get into 

" OLD BERWICK." 

It is twelve o'clock. Now is the time to see lots 
of " the boys " at the shoe factory up the street. 
Yes, here are Guptill, Toothaker, Foy, Dow, Mc- 
Donald, Hodsdon, Wakefield, Hutchinson, Den- 
nett, Ford, and Huntress, — all preparing to take 
their noonday meal and enjoy a social smoke. 
This meeting reminds me of other days, when I 
used to drop in among the brothers ; always find- 
ing them with open hands, speaking words of 
good-will and encouragement. 

We will now call upon a brother and true friend 
who possesses a large heart. His deeds of benevo- 
lence and charity are many. It is Past Grand 
James L. Stone. Had I time I would recount to 
you the comfort and happiness I experienced in 
days gone by, while I was a recipient of hospital- 
ities at his home. Brother Stone and his estimable 
w'fe have always been my steadfast friends. Their 
doors have been open to me, and the kind word 
" Welcome " has saluted my ears at every meet- 
ing. He is employed in the shoe-shop over the 
river at Great Falls. We will accompany him 
this afternoon. He has obtained permission of 



4© ON THE ROAD. 

the "boss" for us to enter the shop and speak a 
word with Brothers Clark, Winneford, Eaton, 
Merrill, and other members of Washington Lodge, 
The time of our permit is up. We will retire. 
Many thanks to the management for the courtesies 
extended. A few steps over the bridge bring 
us back into Maine. There are a number of 
brothers we can see before the meeting of Echo 
Lodge this evening. We will take Main street up 
from the post-office. Brother " Will " Rich is out 
of the office, busy on G. A. R. matters He is a 
wounded man. " Uncle Sam " has given him at- 
tention. " P.M. " stands at the end of his name. 
Here are Skillings, Cooper, Wilson, and Spencer. 
"Come in! Have a seat on the head of this 
barrel ! ' This is very kind in you, Brother 
Skillings, to give us the best chair your store 
affords. 

The lamps are lighted in the hall. Brothers O. 
W. and F. M. Guptill, Bragden, "Tom" Knox, 
Wentworth, Eastman, Clement, and Robinson are 
here, wide awake and full of fun, as usual. It has 
been one of my old-time meetings to-night. Is it 
any wonder why the boys grow fat? Some of 
them show that they enjoy the good things of life 
as much as Jay Gould or the Vanderbilts. 

We are told that " there is no rest," and such is 
our daily experience. We must go on, and still 
on, to complete the circuit of this journey. 

It is at Salmon Falls, N.H., station we are 



MAKING THE CIRCUIT. 47 

stopping. We have sufficient time to cross the 
river to 

SOUTH BERWICK VILLAGE,, 

on the other side, and interview Brother H. A. Farn- 
ham, Permanent Secretary of Olive Branch Lodge. 
Perhaps he may spare the time to show us through 
the shop, where there are a number of brothers 
employed. Brother Farnham has examined my 
credentials, and kindly offers to show " the boys " 
the content of m, grip. Many of them have 
known the Veteran Past Grand for years, and they 
give us a hearty shake of the hand. Brother Farn- 
ham says, " Follow me." Here we see Brothers 
Hubbard, Dudley, Hassey, Gillis, Edwin Farnham, 
Bredeen, Hemcnway, and Ridley. These com- 
prise the full number of brothers employed in the 
shops. They represent the material of which the 
lodge is composed — ready and willing to engage 
in any work that tends to advance the interests of 
Odd Fellowship. 

This evening we shall have Brother William C. 
Butler for an escort. He will introduce us to 
Brothers Bailey at the bookbindery, D. E. and 
John A. Mclntire at the hardware store. It is 
raining, and disagreeable walking about the streets ; 
but we cannot meet our friends every day. Let 
us make our way through the crowd gathered to 
listen to the music of the band. " There is a show 
to-night." Brothers Joy and Murphy are here. 



48 



ON THE ROAD. 



See ! Brother Bodge has taken the last copy and 
labelled my grip, " Empty is the cradle." There 
will be a new supply at our next stopping-place, 

NORTH BERWICK. 

Here we are surrounded by a band of brothers 
good and true. Captain "Will" H. Austin, of 
Canton Columbian, P. M., and Grand Patriarch of 
the Grand Encampment of Maine, is at the head 
of the column, calling the boys into line on their 
march to Odd Fellows Hall, where they are to 
hold a reunion with the Veteran Past Grand. 
You, kind Reader, are invited to be one of the 
number. I will lean on your right arm while we 
are travelling the rough road. 

Here are the rank and file. They step to the 
music of the band. " Fall in, boys ! ' : 



David Austin, 
Fremont Allen, 
Charles Evans, 
J. Fred Neal, 
George W. Perkins, 
Walter Small, 
John Tufts, 
Charles Tobie, 
A.J Allen, 2d, 
John A. Sevey, 
George H. Cole, 
W. B. Littlefield, 



" Ed " Collins, 
L. H. Estes, 
Fred. A. Estes, 
Charles Goodwin, 
C. W. Albee, 
Dr. McCorison, 
James Austin, 
David Nutter, 
E. W. Adams, 
J. M. Estes, 
Otis Littlefield, 
Edwin H. Grant, 



MAKING THE CIRCUIT. 49 

and a host of others. Listen to the words of their 
song, floating out on the clear air : — 

" Though o'er life's desert dreary 

Like pilgrims still we stray, 
We'll aid our brother weary, 

And cheer him on his way; 
Then if he fall beside us, 

When kindness fails to save, 
The evergreen of friendship 

We'll strew upon his grave. 

"Our mission's one of mercy, 

Our purposes are high ; 
We heed the moan of sorrow, 

And th' needy when they cry ; 
We help the lonely widow, 

And orphans in their youth, 
And they shall bless the order 

Of Friendship, Love, and Truth.'" 

This is a joyful occasion for the members of 
Eagle Lodge, Number 47, instituted January 20, 
1875. To-day it is strong and prosperous, and 
the brothers bear proudly aloft their banner in- 
scribed With " FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUTH." 

" KENNEBUNK NEXT," 

says the polite brakeman. We will hie over the 
hills as quickly as possible, before the clock in the 
tower strikes twelve — the signal for the doors of 
the mills and factories to close, and for the work- 
men to go to their homes. Brother George 



5<D ON THE ROAD. 

P. Lowell's bakery will be our starting-point. 
Moving down the street to Brother Andrews's 
office, there are tedious, long flights of stairs. 

It is not always safe working our way among 
rapid-moving machinery, among buzz-saws, through 
foundries and places where men are at work every 
moment of the day "earning bread by the sweat 
of their brow." None of them pass us by on the 
other side. They all recognize the man who has 
seen years. "We should be pleased to take you 
by the hand," say they, " but can't stop. Call 
round later." 

It is evening. A small company of the brothers 
stop a moment to exchange friendly greetings. 
They answer to their names — Gooding, Simonds, 
Garfield, Bridges, Hill, Gilpatrick, Meades, Rich- 
ardson, Littlefield, Perkins, George R. Smith. 

We are one day too late for lodge meeting. 
Must say good-by to " the boys." Have passed a 
quiet night at Mr. Hall's house. This morning we 
will board the train for 

BIDDEFORD AND SACO, 

manufacturing cities. Granite and Liconia Lodges 
are on the Biddeford side of the river. Saco Lodge, 
Number 2, exhibits, with laudable pride, the 
charter granted Aug. 31, 1843. Past Grand Mas- 
ters Edward P. Burnham and Gorham N. Wey- 
mouth are two worthy representatives of the Order 



MAKING THE CIRCUIT. 51 

in these cities. There are few earnest, active 
workers who enter into the true spirit of Odd 
Fellowship. To-day there is not exhibited much 
interest in lodge work, and the attendance at the 
weekly meetings is small. Upon the brothers 
here named comes the burden of lodge work in 
Saco : C. H. Towle, L. L. Peck, Hon. Wm. T. 
Emmons, \V. L. Hasty, C. L. and R. E. Gilpatrick, 
George F. Owen, C. L. Berry, Charles Hersey, S. 
D. Ross, A. T. Lord. 

The lodges in Biddeford partake somewhat of 
the nature of scores of other lodges throughout 
the jurisdiction. They make a good showing in 
their term reports, in number of members, and in 
invested funds, but are slim in lodge attendance. 
The sick are cared for by a few brothers who feel 
their responsibility to put into practice what they 
have promised to perform. Here are the names 
of a few such worthy brothers: C. H. Brackett, 
J. Etchell, W. F. Little, John C. Haley, Clarence 
Watson, C. E. Pillsbury. 

Were it a few weeks earlier in the season we 
might enjoy stopping at the next station, 

OLD ORCHARD BEACH, 

and breast old ocean's surges upon the beach; 
but the thought of cold salt water sends a chill 
through my body. One hour's tarry at the noted 
summer resort will suffice. Any longer stay will 



52 ON THE ROAD. 

not turn back the season, or fill up the hotels with 
guests. There is no longer a demand for bathing- 
suits, and we look in vain to see the happy chil- 
dren engaged in these out-of-door sports. 

Atlantic Lodge, instituted March 17, 1880, is 
located in this village, which was originally one of 
the wards in the city of Saco. The lodge has a 
small membership, and makes but slow progress. 
Brothers John Milliken, George T. Fogg, F. L. 
Cleaves, and Charles Gorham are the only mem- 
bers we can see to-day. 

The many vacant seats in the cars remind us 
that the thousands who travelled over the road 
during the " vacation season " have returned to 
their homes, and we shall shortly reach the end of 
"the circuit" at the Union Station in Portland. 

I will stop here and rest a few days before start- 
ing on a new route. 



AMONG THE SPINDLES AND FARMS. 53 



Chapter VIII. 

AMONG THE SPINDLES AND FARMS. 

OUR journey will be a short but pleasant one. 
We go over the Maine Central Railroad to Bruns- 
wick Junction, then change and make a quick run 

to 

LISBON FALLS, 

a thriving manufacturing village, with cotton, wool- 
len, and lumber mills. Business of all kinds is 
active, giving employment available to all classes, 
bringing comfort and happiness to the homes 
of hundreds of industrious citizens. Worumbo 
Lodge, instituted June 25, 1884, located here, 
holds its weekly meeting to-night. 

We will call at the mill and speak a word with 
Past Grand Thorn, editor of the "Village Ob- 
server." He can post us on all matters pertaining 
to the lodge and the Order in this locality. 
" Ben " is a host in pushing forward all good en- 
terprises. His prophecies- have been confirmed 
this evening. We see a larger number of brothers 
present at the meeting than he was confident there 
would be. We see before us many whose faces 
are familiar to me, but I am unable to recall 
their names. Many of them were readers of the 



54 ON THE ROAD. 

" Odd Fellows' Register " when I conducted that 
journal. 

It will be impracticable to record the names of 
all the good brothers who have placed their auto- 
graphs in my note-book. I will copy after the 
style of petitioners to the General Court praying 
for the adoption of some important measure, and 
head our list with the names of A. T. Bibber, 
George Beals, and forty others. They will all be 
remembered by us on our journey through life. 

The lodge is composed of the best men in the 
community. We will look about the village this 
morning. We have a fine view of the town and 
the surrounding country from this high hill. 
" Making up the train ! " We will soon go on 
board. It is three miles to 

LISBON, 

the first edition of "The Falls" in its business 
relations and the character of its citizens. S.ab- 
battis River Lodge existed fifteen years ago. 
The lodge at the " Falls " is an offshoot from 
it. The gentlemanly "super" at the office 
has given us permission to go through the mills 
and interview any person we desire. 

Brothers Elmer T. Smith, Noble Grand, and 
John Willard are rendering us valuable assistance 
in our work. The train does not leave until three 
o'clock. We have ample time to " do the town," 



AMONG THE SPINDLES AND FARMS. 55 

for " the boys " are interested. They are asking, 
"What have we here?" They are coming from 
the east, west, north, and south — Brothers Dixon, 
Scvey, Slater, Shaw, Spear, Webber, Ross, Pat- 
terson, and scores of others, to see and read for 
themselves. " Harry " Jordan and Frank Proctor 
are at the station, waiting to give us a " send-off" 
on our journey to 

FARMINGTON. 

It has been a pleasant two hours' ride. Here we 
are in the picturesque village — the old farming 
town of Maine. Many and great changes have 
been wrought by the fire-fiend in late years. 
To-day fine large brick blocks take the places of 
small wooden buildings. Inspired by hope and 
fortified by courage, the sufferers from the devas- 
tating flames have diligently labored and strug- 
gled to accomplish what our eyes now behold. 

The resources of the people are largely from 
the products of the soil. The village has special 
natural attractions which bring many visitors from 
abroad, in the season of bright flowers and open- 
air recreation, to its enchanted grounds. Hotel 
Willows, kept by landlord Brother Will H. 
McDonald, is an arbor among the thrifty shade- 
trees on the hill overlooking the village. The 
" Chronicle," conducted by Past Grand J. M. S. 
Hunter, is the people's paper, and aims to pro- 



55 ON THE ROAD. 

mote the interests of town and country. The 
birthday of Franklin Lodge dates back to Feb- 
ruary 27, 1849. Brothers Gerry, Voter, Titcomb, 
and a small number of other brothers in the village, 
attend the weekly meetings, and perform their 
duties as faithful Odd Fellows. The membership 
is scattered over miles of territory. We have 
been royally entertained at Hotel Willows this 
beautiful October day. I recall my second visit 
to the village, April 15, 1888. It was on the 
day of my fortieth anniversary of initiation into 
the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. I received 
a pleasant greeting from the members of Franklin 
Lodge, also from landlord McDonald and the 
guests of his house. We will take the first morn- 
ing train, and return over the route we have trav- 
elled as far as 

LIVERMORE FALLS. 

This is a busy manufacturing village. Every 
description of small wooden boxes, " knick- 
knacks," and divers articles are turned out and 
wrought by skilled workmen. The excellent 
water-power on both sides of the river is utilized. 
The first brother we meet is Past Grand David 
Cargill. As usual, he has the "State Year Book," 
insurance, and other important business to attend 
to. But he stops to recall the events of other 
days, and places us in the charge of Past Grand 



AMONG THE SPINDLES AND FARMS. 57 

J. W. Dunham, who is ready to conduct us about 
the village. There are a number of brothers at 
work in the mills. We can interview them during 
the working hours; but we must rely upon an 
experienced guide to conduct us over the laby- 
rinthine path, through the mills, over the narrow 
bridge, and up the winding stairs. Livermorc 
Falls Lodge meets this evening. The inclement 
weather has prevented some of the brothers 
residing out of the village from being present. 
The exercises of the meeting have been entertain- 
ing, made so by the words spoken by Brothers 
Thompson, Richards, Randall, Hutchins, and 
others. The railroad station is only a few steps 
from the hotel. We have time for breakfast 
before the first train leaves. Here is Brother J. 
C. Burbank, of Charlestown, Mass. He is Trus- 
tee of Bunker Hill Lodge in that city. We are 
to have his company on the train. Conductor 
Anderson has presented us with one of his 
" Chinese puzzles," which is good for a stop-off at 

NORTH YARMOUTH 

station, where we can spend the day with family 
relatives. The harvesting season is past. The 
products of the farm and orchard have not been 
abundant, but the large bins in the cellar are 
filled with choice apples. " Sam " and the boys 
spend no idle time from spring to fall. Whatso- 



58 ON THE ROAD. 

ever their hands find to do they do with all their 
might. 

It will be a pleasant drive over to 

CUMBERLAND CENTRE 

with Henry, to spend an hour with Brothers True, 
Blanchard, Livcrmore, and Adams. We are 
nearing the end of our journey, having travelled 
aearly one hundred miles, and exchanged pleas- 
ant greetings with scores of brothers. Now we 
are " home again." 



OVER THE GRAND TRUNK ROAD. 59 



Chapter IX. 

OVER THE GRAND TRUNK ROAD. 

The station is at the foot of India street. Our 
prospective journey is over a circuitous route, 
passing Danville and Levviston Juncti6ns, Oxford, 
Empire Road, on to 

MECHANIC FALLS. 

Here are paper, woollen, and cotton mills, shoe- 
shops, large and small manufactories of various 
kinds. It is a busy village in the town of Minot. 
Monami Lodge is located here. I have not 
many acquaintances in the village. There are 
some brothers on the street I used to meet when 
the hall was over the store, down town, years ago. 
I have not visited the lodge since '83. There is 
Brother E. E. Morton, standing on the corner. 
He can answer our questions. He says he will 
show us round the town after dinner. Here is 
an inn. We can attend to that important and 
pleasant duty of taking refreshment. Now we 
are ready to start out on our pilgrimage. It is 
our good-fortune to fall in with so agreeable an 
escort as Brother Morton. He is familiar with 
the faces and names of all the brothers of the 
mystic tie: Moulton, Devinal, Perkins, Barnard, 
Perry, Denning, and Lane. Here is my old 



6o ON Tin-: ROAD. 

brother, I. A. Denison, who has had many years' 
experience manufacturing paper at the mills 
across the street. Brother Saunders and a num- 
ber of " the hands " are returning from dinner. We 
can chat with them awhile before the whistles 
blow. Here arc Brothers Noyes, Lane, Buckman, 
Farrer, Grant, and Briggs. We have just time to 
board the train on the Rumford Falls & Buck- 
field Road for 

CANTON. 

We are privileged to ride over the Rumford 
Falls & Buck-field Branch on this pass kindly 
furnished us by Superintendent L. L. Lincoln, the 
veteran railroad conductor in Maine. There are 
a number of small stations along the route, giving 
interest to the journey. Canton is a small manu- 
facturing village. Well do I remember the events 
of the day and night when Canton Encampment 
was instituted some five years ago by Grand Patri- 
arch Edwin A. Gray and suite. Anasagunticook 
Lodge is prosperous. A few years ago a new 
hall was fitted up and neatly furnished, in the 
brick block on the main street. Brothers Nathan 
Reynolds, Abner Shaw, A. B. Allen, Hiram Ellis, 
H. T. Small, and James Montgomery are among 
the leading members in lodge and encampment 
work. 

We must not fail to take the early morning train 
to connect at Mechanic Falls with the train (or 



OVER THE GRAND TRUNK ROAD. 6l 



SOUTH PARIS, 

the country of the " Oxford Bears." 

It will not be comfortable or conducive to 
health to travel these streets in a cold rain-storm. 
Perhaps we may see some of the members of 
Mount Mica Lodge passing this way. Yes, here 
are Brothers Fuller, Ripley, King, and Starbird. 

We should be pleased to spend the evening with 
them at the lodge ; but will have to postpone the 
meeting until a more convenient season. 

It is one mile over the branch road to 

NORWAY. 

We can see the church-spire and tall chimneys 
through the trees as we near the village. Every- 
thing about the town comes familiarly before my 
eyes. 

Yes, we will ride to the Elm House. " The 
Captain," Whitmarsh, stands outside. He says, 
" I low are ye? The door is open : enter, brothers." 
Thousands of hands are busy to-day in the shoe- 
shops, foundries, tanneries, furniture manufactories, 
lumber-mills, and various' other industries which 
are bringing wealth and prosperity to the people. 

We will make our first call upon Past Grand A. 
L. F. Pike, Secretary of the " Odd Fellows' Graded 
Relief Association." We shall find him at the Nor- 



62 ON THE ROAD. 

way Medicine Company's office, dispensing the 
panacea for all the ills that man is heir to, — ■ 
" Brown's Instant Relief for Pain." He will gladly 
furnish us with a letter of introduction to Keene 
Brothers, proprietors of the shoe- factories on Lynn 
street, where there are many brothers and friends. 

Before starting on our walk we will call upon 
Brother " Ed " Ames, the veteran Treasurer of 
Norway Lodge, which has a notable history in 
Maine Odd Fellowship in degree work. We have 
had a lively tramp through the rooms in the shops, 
under the lead of Brother J. W. Crommett. He 
has called the attention of Brothers Nixer, Libby, 
Burnell, Sullivan, Bonncy, and twenty-five others, 
to the links that bind us together in Friendship, 
Love, and Truth. 

Here we will climb these steep stairs to the tan- 
nery and currying shops. There are a number of 
kind brothers at work here. The premises are not 
so tidy and attractive as some stores and work- 
shops Ave have visited, but the money earned by 
the men employed is equal in value with the dollars 
belonging to the " bloated bond-holder." Broth- 
ers Crockett, Boynton, McCrillis, Cleaves, Leavitt, 
Green, and Devine can instruct us in the modus 
operandi of converting the hide of "the cattle on 
a thousand hills " into material for making men's 
foot-wear. Our journeying in Maine is at an 
end for a while. We will cross the State boundary 
and pass through a portion of New Hampshire. 



THE OLD BAY STATE. 63 



Chapter X. 

THE OLD BAY STATE. 

It is November 5, 1889, a beautiful, bright day. 
The journey over the Eastern Division of the Bos- 
ton & Maine Railroad has been an enjoyable one. 
We have had the company of old acquaintances 
on the way. The train is now entering the tunnel 
under the street. We shall soon be at the station. 
It is 

SALEM, 

a historic town long years ago in the ancient 
" days of witchcraft." We have some hours of 
daylight before us to look about the city. We 
will drop into City Hall, and see some of the 
brothers, my old acquaintances in former days. 
Here are Hon. John M. Raymond, mayor of the 
city, J. Archer Hill, H. J. Loud, and W. S. Nevens, 
city representative of the Boston " Herald." If 
we can find out the whereabouts of my good 
brother " Moses," we shall be all right. He is 
known by everybody in Salem. Visitors to Essex 
Lodge and Naumkeag Encampment will find the 
veteran Past Grand Sibly interested and busy in all 
matters pertaining to the good and welfare of the 



64 ON TFIE ROAD. 

Order. He has held for many years the office 
of Deputy Grand Sentinel of the Grand Encamp- 
ment of Massachusetts. 

The old saying, " He is always near whom you 
arc talking about," is true in this instance, for 
here comes Brother Sibly up the street. He is 
a professional nurse for sick brothers of the 
lodges. I will introduce you to him. " Brother 
Sibly, this is Brother Reader — one of the five 
thousand readers of ' Binding of the Links.' He 
has a few words to speak. Listen attentively to 
what he may say." 

Our good brother has kindly offered to show 
us about the city and introduce us to members of 
the Order. 

Essex and Fraternity Lodges are located here. 
The former numbers three hundred and ninety- 
two members, the latter three hundred and thirty- 
six. Union Lodge Daughters of Rebekah has a 
large membership and is prosperous. 

We shall find Past Grand N. A. Verry at the 
bank ; Brothers Dennis, J. B. Gifford, Perry, 
Collier, and George H. Stickney at their places 
of business on the street. Hundreds of others 
Brother Sibly will direct us to, if we have the 
time and ability to look them up. 

It is election day throughout the State. We 
shall have an opportunity to witness the Australian 
form of voting. 

Salem is an Odd Fellow city. It will require a 



THE OLD BAY STATE. 6$ 

number of days to canvass it. Brothers Dennis 
and "Henry" (deaf-mute) have kindly invited us 
to make their office our headquarters. 

There will be a large attendance at Essex 
Lodge to-night. Past Grand Representative R. 
R. Gifford is to entertain the members with an 
account of his journey to Denver, the meeting of 
the Sovereign Grand Lodge, and give a vivid 
description of the sights about Johnstown, Pa., 
in the region of the Conemaugh disaster. His 
visit to the Odd Fellows' Home in Philadelphia 
will awaken a lively interest in the minds of the 
audience. 

There is easy and frequent communication with 
all parts of the city and adjoining towns. We 
can divide up the time profitably and " be in dif- 
ferent places at the same time," as Artemus Ward 
put it. The Naumkeag Street Railway extends 
through 

PEABODV. 



It will be a pleasant drive this afternoon. We 
can stop at Past Grand Wm. F. Sawyer's store and 
chat awhile with him, then proceed on to the 
home of Brother and Sister Buxton. We have 
been kindly entertained by my old friends : now 
let us go to Warren Hall. Here are Brothers of 
Houlton Lodge: McDonald, Bancroft, Forest, 
Newhall, Saunders, and a host of the boys I used 



66 ON THE ROAD. 

to be acquainted with. There is no work before 
the lodge to-night. We will return to Salem at 
an early hour, and come again " some other day" 
to spend more time with the people. There are 
scores of brothers on the street whose names 
were familiar to me years ago, when I addressed 
copies of the "Odd Fellows' Register" to them. 
I know they will not object to placing their auto- 
graph in my book among the thousands which I 
have obtained in my travels. 

Before leaving the town we must call at the 
Peabody Institute and speak a word with Brother 
John McKeene. He will take pleasure in show- 
ing us through the building, the public library, 
and interest us with the beautiful and valuable 
gifts presented by the great philanthropist, 
George Peabody, for whom the town was named. 
It will be a pleasant walk through Harmony Grove 
to view the resting-place of the remains of Mr. 
Peabody. There are a number of beautiful burial 
lots of the old families of Salem. Brothers Floyd 
and Teague have charge of the grounds. They 
are very courteous to visitors. 

It is Wednesday. Fraternity Lodge at Salem 
meets this evening. Here are Brothers Edwards, 
Winpage, Dayton, Fowler, Clough, Newell, and 
Symonds. Brother Winpage has been guardian 
of the outer door many years. He is a faithful 
officer and a worthy member of the Order. 
There will be no better time to visit 



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BEVERLY 
than now. 

Bass River Lodge meets on Saturday evening 
— not a convenient night for visitors. We shall 
see quite a number of the brothers at the shops 
between working-hours. The first one to look up 
is Brother Daniel S. Ingersoll. We must make 
our calls social, as we shall not meet the brothers 
at lodge. I will introduce you to each brother 
personally : Brother Stevens at the bank, 
Harmers and Ober at the Town House, Ezra 
Stanly, the veteran Secretary of Bass River 
Lodge, in the shoe-shops, with Brothers Wood- 
bury, Eldridge, Arrington, Griffin, Grant, 
Clement, Clayton, and a number of others. 
We are glad to meet these brothers and old 
acquaintances, and hope at some favorable time 
to enjoy an evening with them in the lodge- 
room, where I spent a pleasant hour some six 
years ago. We will now say good-by to " the 
boys," take the next car for Salem, and go on to 

LYNN. 

The shoe and other business in the city is dull. 
" Taking stock " is the order of the day. The 
employees will have but little steady work until 
after the holidays. I will inquire and find out the 
whereabouts of my old brother and friend, Eben 



68 ON THE ROAD. 

K. Storcr. "They say" if we call at 130 Market 
street we shall find him. ""They say" is right 
this time, for here he is at the cutting-board, look- 
ing just as natural as life; and here also is Brother 
Charles W. Fogg, Secretary of Richard W. 
Droun Lodge for many years. 

To-morrow we will have a look about the city 
among the " men of soles." Step on board of 
this stPeet-car with me, and ride to Oakwood 
avenue. It is quite a long way out of the city, 
but it will be a pleasant ride this beautiful morn- 
ing. Here we are at the entrance of the avenue. 
A few steps farther on is W. D. Sprague & 
Company's shoe-factory. I will inquire at the 
office for the person I am looking for. Here is 
the man himself, Past Grand James L. Bryant, of 
Richard W. Droun Lodge. This is our first 
meeting after an absence of five years. To 
Brother Bryant I am largely indebted for my 
success in obtaining upwards of three hundred 
subscribers to the "Odd Fellows' Register " when I 
visited this city in 1882. Brother Bryant will re- 
member me, I know ; but he acts strangely when 
I address him and speak my name. " I read," 
he says, "a notice of your death in the papers 
some years ago; but I am glad it was an error." 
Well, let that pass, my good brother. I am Kilby, 
just the same, and it is he that speaketh to 
you. 

"James, please make my companion here ac- 



Till-: OLD BAY STATE. 69 

quainted with your fellow-workmen." " Here are 
Brothers Clough, Phinney, McCann, Gorham, Put- 
nam, Pratt, and several others. There arc not many 
at work to-day." 

I have many kind brothers and friends among 
the large membership of Odd Fellows in Chelsea, 
with whom I have taken pleasant counsel in years 
gone by. I should greatly enjoy visiting the city, 
and mingling once more with the brothers in 
their lodge meetings. 

We will start on the way to-day. It is December 
2 — cold and disagreeable weather; but we shall 
not be exposed in the warm cars. We go by 
rail over the Eastern Division of the Boston & 
Maine Railroad to Boston, and take the street-cars. 
They pass directly by Past Grand C. J. Tinkam's 
office, 180 Broadway. We have made the journey 
quickly and comfortably. Brother Tinkam is not 
in his office; we will wait awhile. I see him on 
the opposite side of the square. He comes this 
way. He is here. He says : "Give me the grip 
of your hand, brothers ! " 

" Hail, brother Odd Fellow! I welcome the man 
Who has three links as a sign, 
And greet you in friendship as one of a band 
In brotherly covenant joined." 

I have enjoyed an agreeable acquaintance with 

Brother Tinkam over seven years : First, through 

the columns of the " Odd Fellows' Retjister," and 



JO ON THE ROAD. 

later in seasons of social intercourse in the room 
we are now occupying. He has ever been a kind 
and considerate brother and true friend. He 
desires to place his autograph in my book. See ! 
He hands me a card with the names of some of the 
brothers on the street whom we may call upon : 
Past Grands Otis Merriam, Jr., Thomas Addison, 
E. H. Warren, D. S. Turner, George W. Perkins, 
J. W. Carr, Watkins, Howard, and Past Grand 
Master John U. Perkins. 

At the meetings of Winnisimmet and Mystic 
Lodges we shall meet a large number of the 
brothers. The cold rain will interfere with our 
plans for the remainder of the day. The adage 
"A poor beginning makes a good ending" may 
be true in our experiences among the Odd Fel- 
lows of this city. 

We will thank our good brothers for their many 
favors, and depart. 



"THE HUB." /I 



Chaffer XI. 
"THE HUB." 

"' I love the road to Boston, the Boston road I know,' 
And murmuring ' Boston, Boston,' to Boston he did go; 
Hail, holy Boston, Boston dome, and Boston all things 

prime, 
'Tis Boston, Boston, first and last, and Boston all the time." 

y. B. Wiggin. 

We shall find scores of courteous brothers and 
kind friends at the metropolis. Odd Fellowship 
and kindred fraternal organizations are numerous. 
They existed long years ago, when man asked his 
fellow-man, " Who is my neighbor? " 

HEADQUARTERS IN THE CITY. 

Before we start on our travels about the city, 
we should secure a home, comfortable quarters 
where we can rest when the day's work is 
ended. Let us move on from the Eastern depot 
up Staniford street into Cambridge, and take the 
first right. Here we are at No. 13 Bowdoin 
street. The name on the door-plate reads " L. M. 
Boise." The lady who answers the bell is Miss 
Laura M., daughter of our brother, Past Grand 
Lewis D. Boise, a veteran member of Warban 
Lodge, Newton. He has not only seen years and 



72 



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witnessed many solemn changes, but his afflictions 
in his old age have been many and grievous. 
His eye brightens and he is all animation when he 
recalls the bygone days of health, prosperity, and 
social enjoyment. 

We cannot do better than to abide under the 
same roof with one who has trod the highway of 
life for more than threescore years and ten. \\ e 
will settle the matter now, and make Brother 
Boise's house our home and headquarters while 
we remain 1 in the city. Here our friends will 
find us. 

ODD FELLOWS HALLS. 

The grand objective point of Odd Fellows 
lodge and encampment meetings is the beauti- 
ful white marble building, No. 515 Tremont, 
corner of Berkeley street. There are three lodge- 
halls fitted up and furnished in fine style for the 
accommodation of the lodges. 

Covenant Hall is occupied by Massachusetts, 
Unity, Tremont, Siloam, and Franklin Lodges; 
Friendship Hall is occupied by Washington, 
Oriental, and Herman Lodges; Oasis Hall is 
occupied by Montezuma, Boston, Commercial, 
and Commonwealth Lodges. 

The meetings of the Rebckah lodges are held 
in these halls. 

The encampments and grand lodges occupy 
halls on the fourth floor of the building. Ameri- 



"the nun." 73 

can Hall, No. 724 Washington street, accom- 
modates Covenant, America, and Shawmut Lodges. 
Ancient Landmark Lodge occupies its own hall, 
No. 3 Boylston place. Suffolk Lodge meets in 
Elks Hall, at No. 24 Hayward place. Bethcsda 
Lodge, South Boston, owns a beautiful large 
block on Broadway, corner of F street. Hobah 
Lodge, in that part of the city, occupies a small 
hall on the corner of Dorchester and National 
streets. Eastern Star Lodge, East Boston, meets 
in its hall on the square, in the large brick block. 
Warren Lodge, Roxbury, occupies a hall at No. 
10 Warren street. Putnam Lodge is at Putnam 
Hall, in Paine's Block, 1 165 Tremont, corner of 
Ruggles street. Nonantum Lodge, Allston, has a 
fine large hall in the National Bank Building, near 
the railroad station. Norfolk Lodge Hall, Dor- 
chester, is on Bowdoin street. Dorchester Lodge 
meets at Lower Mills; Mount Pleasant Lodge at 
Upham's Corner. Neponset Lodge Hall is in the 
brick block near the railroad station, Neponset 
village. Quinobcquin Lodge, Jamaica Plain, oc- 
cupies the hall in the brick block opposite the 
railroad station. Daniel Hersey Lodge, in the 
same village, meets in Royal Arcanum Hall, on 
Main street. Bunker Hill, Howard, and Olive 
Branch Lodges, Charlestown, occupy Odd Fellows 
Hall in the Bank Building, No. 25 Main street. 

All the halls we have entered are within the 
city of Boston limits. It has cost us many miles 



74 ON THE ROAD. 

of travel and tedious climbing up long flights of 
stairs ; but the great object of our mission will not 
be accomplished until we have occupied seats 
among the members of the lodges who assemble 
from week to week, and exchanged friendly greet- 
ings with the brethren. With such a compre- 
hensive work before us, it will be necessary to 
map out our weekly routes. 

PROMINENT MEMBERS OF THE ORDER. 

To be set right at the start, let us ask counsel of 
men of wisdom and experience in matters per- 
taining to the Order in Boston and vicinity. First 
among these is the venerable Grand Secretary, 
Brother Charles D. Cole, who has a full and cor- 
rect knowledge of the rise and progress of nearly 
every lodge in the State. He is a cyclopaedia of 
Massachusetts Odd Fellowship. Besides Brother 
Cole, we will interview other high officials of the 
Grand Lodge and Grand Encampment doing busi- 
ness in the city. We may have further opportu- 
nity to consult them at the meetings of their re- 
spective lodges. I will introduce you, my brother, 
to those with whom I have had a personal ac- 
quaintance in years past. 

Here are Brothers James M. Price, Grand In- 
structor; William Marble, P. G. M.; Thomas C. 
Porter, P. G. M. ; Horace W. Stickncy, P. G. M., 
at Lawrence, Wilde, & Company's store, Cornhill; 



"THE HUB." 75 

Wm. E. Ford, P. G. M., at the Public Library 
building; Corliss Wadleigh, P. G. M. ; Charles 
Hayden, Grand Treasurer; John U. Perkins, P. 
G. M. ; Francis E. Merriman, P. G. R. ; Freeman 
O. Emerson, Grand Sentinel of the Grand Encamp- 
ment; John P. Loring, John H. Locke, and our 
highly respected veteran, Brother Horace Dodd, 
now past his eighty-sixth birthday. We will rest 
here beside him, at No. 130 Milk street, for a 
while, and converse with our aged brother. Listen 
to the words of wisdom he utters. His form is 
bent, and his brow wrinkled. You, my brother, 
have heard the words which are falling from his 
lips many a time. He desires to place his auto- 
graph in my book. Here it, is in a plain, bold 
hand: " Horace Dodd, — Nov. 21, '89. 86 years, 
6 Months." 

We have received much valuable information 
from these brothers, and are now prepared to 
make our way through the city. 

It will be well to devote a portion of the time to 
day work, making the acquaintance of brothers 
at their places of business, where it will not be 
violating the rules of the establishment. I have 
found in my travels some proprietors who are 
members of the Order, kindly disposed towards one 
like myself, bound by the links, so I have adopted 
the adage, " Nothing venture, nothing have." 
We will venture to ask permission to " speak to 
that young man." 



j6 ON THE ROAD. 



IN THE MARKET-PLACES. 

It is drawing near the holiday season. The men 
attired in long white frocks and aprons in the 
market-stalls are rushing business. It may be in- 
teresting to walk through Faneuil Hall and Ouincy 
Markets, and see what is going on. Everything 
looks neat and clean. Here are beef, pork, lamb, 
mutton, veal, poultry, butter, lard, cheese, vege- 
tables, fruit, etc., etc. The hands of the big clock 
point to 10.30. This is the busy hour for caterers 
and customers. Men and boys are moving in 
every direction. Cut, saw, weigh, pack, and 
deliver. See the long line of people, with baskets 
in hand, entering at one door, pressing and crowd- 
ing their way through the building, with eyes 
turned to the right and to the left, to see and get 
a share of the choice eatables. Those fancy-cut 
roasts and sirloins would tempt the most delicate 
appetite. Boston markets are ample, and meet 
the demands of its " good livers." See ! That man 
in stall Number JJ is holding out a card. He de- 
sires you to take it. What are the words written 
upon it? Please read them to me. 

" Whatever jour name and where'er you are found, 
North, south, east, or west in our nation, 
We offer to you an Odd Fellow's hand, 
And an Odd Fellow's congratulation." 

This means for us to call round for a little chat 
with Brothers Dillaway, Hall, Huntress, Richard- 



"THE HUB." J? 

son, Heme, Lawrence, and Rollins when they are 
off duty at noon hour. It is pleasant to make the 
acquaintance of such genial brothers as these, 
when among strangers in a crowded city. It was 
the three links cut from the golden chain that 
attracted the brother's attention and bade him 
extend to us this friendly greeting. 

The names and words of good-cheer uttered by 
those true brothers and friends shall have a place 
on the pages of my book, to be remembered so 
long as my life lasts. 

There is a striking contrast between the real 
character of such men, who sometimes show a 
rough, unseemly exterior while they possess a 
good, true heart within, and those who carry 
smiles and sunshine on their faces, but at heart 
are lacking in manly principle. The homes of the 
two maybe closely joined on the same lot; but 
an ugly barbed fence prevents crossing the line. 

There are hundreds of genial souls in this big 
city whose pleasant smiles and friendly acts would 
smooth miles of life's rough highway. Such per- 
sons would most gladly " lend a hand " to aid us in 
our work. 

There is a way to find them out. We will in- 
quire of Brother Eugene H. Newhall,* at the 
American Express Company's office on Franklin 
street. He can give us a start. Here he is at 
his desk, busy as usual, but lays his pen aside to 
ask: " What can I do for you, my brothers? " "We 



78 ON THE ROAD. 

want to be put on the track of earnest, interested 
Odd Fellows." " I am," he says, "one of them — 
a member of Harmony Lodge, Medford. 

"THE WOODS ARE FULL OF 'EM." 

We will spend a little more time looking about 
the city before we " flee to the woods." 

Brother Newhall has furnished me with a list 
of the names of " the boys " whom he knows to 
be all right " on the links." We will start out on 
the look-up. The first name on the list is Nahum 
Chapin. Then come Edwin Rollins Cobb, W. F. 
Curtis, F. H. Mudge, grandson of the late Alfred 
Mudge, Grand Secretary, C. L. Frizzell, J. E. 
Davis, Kilburn Bills, Newton A. Hoak, C. H. 
Murch, at No. 119 Atlantic avenue, — he is near 
akin to me by marriage, — H. E. Gilmore, O. A. 
Bridgham, formerly of Canton, Me., D. W. Web- 
ber and C. W. Patten, both formerly of Skow- 
hegan, Me., J. W. Noble, formerly of Houlton, 
Me., James Folsom, Samuel L. Hodges, C. G. 
Kellogg, Wm. A. McCrillis, Calvin W. Sawyer, 
and E. P. Dunham. Brother Newhall says he 
could write the names of hundreds of members 
of lodges in Boston and vicinity; but it will be 
much less trouble, and expedite our work better, 
for us to attend the lodge-meetings, where we can 
see the brothers at their leisure. They will be 
pleased to make our acquaintance, and will inter- 



"THE HUB." 79 

est themselves more readily in the " Binding of the 
Links " than if they are interviewed at their places 
of business. We will act upon the wise sugges- 
tion of our good brother, and look after 

VISITING LODGES. 

Three lodges meet on Monday night, five on 
Tuesday night, two on Wednesday, three on 
Thursday, and three on Friday. To " take in " 
all these meetings will consume four weeks, every 
night out excepting Saturday. 

We might sample the lodge-meetings at " Odd 
Fellows Temple," go the rounds of lodges in ses- 
sion each evening, drop in between acts, and get 
a general idea of the manner of conducting 
business, note the proficiency of the officers in 
ritualistic work, "get a point" on the parapher- 
nalia and dramatic rendering. 

As a rule, you will find, my brother, strangers 
from abroad do not get so much enjoyment out 
of visiting lodges in large cities as in towns and 
villages. There appears to be a lack of sociability 
among city members in most organizations. The 
chief corner-stone upon which our Order has 
securely reposed for over seventy-two years 
embodies acts of courtesy and hospitality. In 
many instances the accumulation of wealth, mag- 
nificent halls, and showy paraphernalia constitutes 
the grand object of lodges and encampments. 



8o ON THE ROAD. 

Having entered the circle of all the city lodges, 
we may be allowed to judge of the genius that 
composes their membership. To most rules there 
are exceptions. With slight exceptions we are 
happy in the thought that but few " black sheep" 
have been admitted into the fold, among nearly 
four thousand members. 

We will return thanks to the hundreds of 
brothers of the different lodges for their kind 
words and friendly acts. Their autographs will 
be a pleasing reminder of the happy hours we 
have passed among them. 

There is one lodge I wish to call your attention 
to, my brother. That is Hermann, Number 133. 
Did you notice that our German brothers gave us 
special attention? How interestedly the officers 
engaged in the initiatory work ! We could not 
understand the language ; but the work was as 
plain as A, B, C. Quite laughable — wasn't it? — 
to be asked for " a speech " for the entertainment 
of Henry Mias, William Sonntag, Welkem Bros- 
gell, Michland Gilplis, Alfred Boll, Conrad Myers, 
George C. Harp, H. Flister, William Heplig, C. R. 
Reinhardt, Frank J. Wagner, and others, whose 
dialect was babel to us ! They gave us an atten- 
tive ear, and demonstrated their appreciation of 
our utterances. 

There are many pleasing incidents connected 
with our visits to the Boston lodges which we 
might manufactuie into ante-room and social- 



"THE HUB." 8 1 

circle narratives to entertain our brothers and 
friends on an " off night." But we must go on. 
There are yet numbers of lodges in the near 
vicinity of Boston. We want to " take in " the 

LAST RIDE ON THE OLD COACHES. 

"Variety," they say, "is the spice of life." 
The various modes of conveyance in Boston allow 
visitors who "pay their money" to "take their 
choice " of nicely upholstered coupe, hackney- 
coach, herdic, horse-cars, steam-cars, and lastly 
the " 'bus." The tariff of prices is graded accord- 
ing to the number of wheels and style of vehicle 
employed. This is the last day of the 'bus line 
between Boston and 

CHARLESTOWN. 

There is to be a grand exhibition of dramatic 
work in Olive Branch Lodge, assisted by the 
members of Howard and Bunker Hill Lodges 
"degree team," this evening. Eight candidates 
are to be instructed in the mysteries of the second 
degree. We have a kind invitation from Brother 
XV. W. Rich, Secretary of Olive Branch, to be 
present. This is a fine large hall. The parapher- 
nalia is magnificent. It is owned in common by 
the three lodges. There are a large number 
of visitors present — representatives of city and 



82 ON THE ROAD. 

country lodges. The work has been rendered 
in a manner highly creditable to the proficient . 
" degree team." 

Yes, we will come round and see how " the 
boys " of Howard and Bunker Hill perform, some 
of these fine evenings. We came to the Monu- 
ment City in the " 'bus " — four-cent fare. With 
the setting sun of Dec. 16, 1889, ended the faithful 
services of weary men and worn-out horses on the 
old line. They are gone ! gone ! to return no 
more. 

SOUTH BOSTON 

is easy of access, by horse or steam cars. The 
latter will accommodate us best. We will call at 
Lawrence, Wilde, & Company's furnishing-storc, 
Cornhill, and Brother Horace W. Stickney, P.G.M., 
will post us on the route. Here comes Brother 
Stickney down the stairs. He is busy with cus- 
tomers, but will come this way very soon. I shall 
be happy to introduce you to this most estimable 
member of our great fraternity. I made his ac- 
quaintance in Bethesda Lodge some nine years 
ago, when I was engaged in editing and publish- 
ing the " Odd Fellows' Register." I found a true 
brother and kind friend. He has always proved 
himself such to me. He is a strong pillar in the 
temple of Odd Fellowship. "Brother Stickney, 
permit me to introduce to your acquaintance 
Brother Reader, one of the five thousand who 



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have journeyed with me by day and by night in 
the valley of Jehoshaphat. We arc here to get 
direction as to the exact location of Bcthcsda 
Lodge place of meeting." "Write on this card,'' 
Brother Stickney says. "Take a South Boston 
Broadway car, foot of Cornhill on Washington 
street, and ride on Broadway as far as F street. 
The large brick building half a square from the 
right-hand corner is Odd Fellows Block — one of 
the finest halls in the State. Ascend the stairs, 
enter the spacious waiting-room, and you will be 
welcomed by Brothers Pride, White, Reed, Rob- 
bins, White, Jones, Lincoln, Guthrie, York, 
Hughs, Coll, Hobbs, Kimball, Rice, and a score 
of others. Give the boys my compliments, and 
tell them I sent you among them." 

We have followed our good brother's directions, 
and found it just as he said. Long live old 
Bethesda ! " So say we all of us." 

Hobah Lodge meets in a hall over a grocery 
store on the corner of Dorchester and National 
streets. The members are waking up on the 
matter of a new hall ; their accommodations are 
poor. The attendance at the weekly meetings is 
small. Brothers James Kemp, Paul Foss, F. D. 
Horr, and a few others sustain the lodge and 
care for the sick members. 

Here we are, near the ferry-landing. It will 
be a favorable time to cross over to 



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EAST BOSTON. 

I will consult the memorandum given me by 
Brother C. E. Durgin, of Eastern Star Lodge. 
Yes, the lodge meets on Wednesday evening; 
we are all right. It is in the brick block, Maver- 
ick square. We have plenty of leisure to call at 
the hardware store of Wescott Brothers, and chat 
a while with my old friend " Jud " on old times 
at Peak's Island, Maine. He is not an Odd 
Fellow; but "the boys on the rail" remember 
him as a jolly good fellow when he manipulated 
the steam-gauges over the " P. & R." Brother 
C. M. Wescott, brother of my old friend, is at 
the door waiting to show us round town. He 
says, " You will find a number of brothers at the 
stores and shops as you walk towards the hall." 
Here are Henry Smith, Francis Murphy, William 
H. Rumsey, and William L. Kingsbury. This is 
an unusual occurrence, to have every brother 
place his autograph in my book. I will start on 
a new page. Thirty names. They shall be en- 
grossed and neatly framed. 

We will make our next visit among the brothers 
of lodges in 

HISTORIC CAMBRIDGE. 

The first will be New England Lodge, at East 
Cambridge. The hall is on the line of the horse 



"THE HUB." 85 

railroad. It is only seven o'clock, and the door 
is open. Here are Brothers Guyer, Cormach, 
Ryder, Burton, Davis, Moor, preparing for Degree 
work. They invite us upstairs to examine their 
wardrobe. Ah ! here comes Past Grand A. H. 
Toward, of Carrabasset Lodge, of Skowhegan, 
Me. He is employed in a drug-store in town. 
I have not met him for more than ten years. We 
shall have an enjoyable evening among the 
brothers. 

' A short distance down the street is the hall of 
Friendship Lodge, in the large brick block, in that 
part of the city known as 

CAMBRIDGEPORT. 

This fine building is the headquarters of most of 
the beneficial and fraternal organizations in this 
section of Cambridge. We are pleased to make 
the acquaintance of Brothers Follintine, Hazle- 
wood, Day, Hawday, Mcintosh, Fish, Weir, Rob- 
bins, and Corbett, this cold night. 

There is nothing special in the line of business 
or work, and the meeting closes at an early hour. 

To-morrow evening we will visit Cambridge 
Lodge, and speak a word with Brothers Stewart, 
Coyle, Chapin, Bancroft, and Kellen. 

Mount Sinai Lodge meets at 

NORTH CAMBRIDGE. 

It is a cold, stormy night ; there are but few 



86 ON THE ROAD. 

brothers present. In this case it does not depend 
upon large numbers to make an interesting meet- 
ing, when we have N. W. Bunker, N.G. ; Charles 
H. Cutler, Secretary; Henry S. Davis, P.G. ; and 
Brothers Phelps, Bowers, Cofran, Powers, Muz- 
zey, Macdonald, and Marshall to conduct the 
" good and welfare." There is one lodge close 
by which we can visit with very little inconven- 
ience. It is Warren, No. 18. Communication 
with that part of the city is ample for the accom- 
modation of thousands. 

ROXBURY. 

Brother Dana B. Hamlin gave me a cordial in- 
vitation to visit Warren Lodge. I think we had 
better " take it in " this evening. Tuesday is 
the night of meeting. Take a Warren-street car, 
and we ride very near the hall. Brother Hamlin 
is in the banquet hall, assisting the caterer. It is 
the installation of officers. District Deputy Grand 
Master C. F. Brown and suite are present, with 
Brothers J. J. Galvin, C. A. Forbush, George C. 
Valentine, H. H. Hersey, and W. J. Bishop, of 
American Lodge. The brothers are " laying out " 
for a errand time. We will ask to be excused, and 
come around to see the brothers when they are 
by themselves. Good-night, brothers ! 

Our next objective point is 



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DORCHESTER. 

We can board the train for a few minutes' ride, 
and stop at Lower Mills station. It is but a short 
walk to Dorchester Lodge hall. We have to 
ascend this steep hill. The condition of the road 
reminds us of the country, — ice, snow, and mud. 
What is the cause for so much hilarity in the 
lower hall? I guess the boys are having a bit of 
fun. Brother Joseph Wild heads the crowd. 
There will hardly be standing room for all. 
Brother A. A. Page, M. D. Williams, George A. 
Anderson, Thomas Clark, Thomas Robertson, 
George A. Parker, and nineteen others are here. 
They have each bought a copy of " Binding of 
the Links," and placed their autographs on my 
book. Six of the brothers are Past Grands. This 
is a good record for Dorchester Lodge. Its official 
report to the Grand Lodge for the term ending 
June 30, 1890, is a good showing: 224 members; 
36 Past Grands ; paid for the relief of sick mem- 
bers, $673.65 ; receipts for the year, $1,665.78. 
There are two " strange men" Thomas and James, 
among the membership, but they do not interfere 
with the harmony of the brothers. One is keeper 
of the records, and the other is keeper of the 
treasury. This has been a particularly interesting 
and enjoyable meeting to me. I wish every lodge 
in the jurisdiction had the "make-up" of such 



88 ON THE ROAD. 

wide-awake, kindly-disposed members as we have 
met here to-night. The lodge can but prosper 
and take high rank among the lodges in the old 
Bay State. 

Yes, Ave are on our way to 

UPIIAM'S CORNER, 

to visit Mount Pleasant Lodge. It is dreadful fo 
be crowded, jammed, actually squeezed between 
men of two hundred and sixty pounds avoirdu- 
pois, to say nothing of lighter or heavier weight. 
" Bless me, isn't this pleasant, a-riding on the 
rail?" We shall get there some time, if the car 
don't shatter. Thank our stars ! we have reached 
the long-desired destination. This is Dorchester 
Heights, where Washington erected his batteries, 
which so frightened the British one hundred and 
fifteen years ago. It is appropriately named. 
Cast your eye over the highlands and the bay. It 
is a grand sight. Odd Fellows Hall is over this 
store. Brother H. G. Allbright can give us what 
information we desire. The hall is open. We 
will find more comfortable quarters in the ante- 
room than in the streets among strangers. This 
is not a place of business. Almost all the " men 
folks " go down town by early morning convey- 
ance. This is a place of rest for weary man when 
his day's work is done. It has been a long, tedi- 
ous hour of waiting; but now the janitor comes 



" THE HUB." 89 

to shed light and give the surroundings a cheerful 
look. Brothers Titus, Harlow, Small, Miller, Cox, 
and many more have taken their seats, and the 
Noble Grand proceeds to business. Our return 
to the city will not be as full of adventure as the 
coming. 

You remember, Brother Reader, our meeting 
Past Grand George \V. Richardson at Covenant 
Lodge not long ago? He is District Deputy in 
Number 34, and resides at 

NEPONSET. 

He kindly invited us to visit Neponset Lodge. 
The first brother we meet is E. W. Chandler, 
formerly a resident of Farmington, Me. This is 
pleasant to find friends from the old " Pine Tree 
State." The' hands of the clock point to 9.23. 
We have only seven minutes to get on board the 
last train for the city; let us be going. 

The hall of Nonantum Lodge years ago was 
located in ^ 

BRIGHTON. 

During the past year a fine new hall has been 
fitted up in the National Bank building, near 
Allston. My attention was first called to matters 
connected with the order at this place by a cor- 
respondent of the "Odd Fellows' Register," who 
furnished items of interest. Brother E. T. Miller 



90 ON THE ROAD. 

at different times sent lists of subscribers and ren- 
dered the editor of that journal valuable services. 
I would be pleased to visit the lodge and make 
the personal acquaintance of the good brothers. 
Here comes a car through Bowdoin square 
marked " Allston and Brighton." It will be a 
comfortable ride. Here we are. See ! the hall is 
only a step from the store on the corner. It is 
fitted up and furnished in fine style. By using the 
sliding doors the lodge hall can be enlarged and 
made a spacious audience-room. The brothers 
are preparing for a large gathering to-night. It is 
installation of officers. After the installation ser- 
vices a banquet, speeches, and " a good time all 
round." It will be a late hour before the festivi- 
ties come to an end. As we are depending upon 
steam or horse power to convey us to our resting- 
place for the night, it will not be worth the little 
enjoyment we might get out of it to remain only 
to see the curtain rise ; we had better bid Brothers 
Budgell, Sargent, Hibbard, and Whidden good- 
night, and depart with the hope to meet them all 
again " in friendship's circles bright." 

It seems to have been the study of the origina- 
tors of names for Odd Fellows' lodges to select the 
longest and most difficult spoken Indian names 
possible. Here is Quinobequin, located at 

JAMAICA PLAIN. 

There is no kick of conveyance or times and sea- 



"THE HUB." 



sons for reaching Jamaica Plain by the Old Colony- 
Railroad, Providence Division, or by horse-cars 
starting from the Tremont House. Not knowing 
just where the hall is located, we will take the 
surest route, — by horse-cars. The conductor is 
well posted. It is seldom that passengers " get 
left," or are carried far by the point they desire 
to be " dropped " at. It will be quite a long ride, 
but not a very cold one. 

We are nearing our journey's end, and will 
make our exit on the corner, near the electric light. 
The lady attendant at the store informs us that 
Odd Fellows Hall is down the street, by the rail- 
road station. It is raining, and we shall have a 
disagreeable walk of nearly half a mile. We have 
ample time. The hall is just opposite the station. 
Here are stores, a market- house, a neat restaurant, 
and near by is the post-office. Quite a business- 
like place this. We will rest a while in the rail- 
road station, and keep an eye out for the first ray 
of light from the transparency over the entrance 
to the hall. The door is open ; Past Grand James 
A. Dixon extends his friendly hand and introduces 
us to Brothers Samuel S. Marrison and James A. 
Grant. They ask, "What have you here?" when 
their eyes fall upon the likeness which embellishes 
the fly-leaf of " Binding of the Links." They say, 
" We have seen such as you before," and heartily 
welcome the veteran of forty years in Odd Fellow- 
ship. Joseph Sargent, Noble Grand, is introducing 



92 ON THE ROAD. 

us to the brothers as they enter the anteroom : 
Thomas E. Hill, John P. Johnson, Thomas Henclsy, 
Thomas Huelatt, Howard Trumbull, Samuel Gist, 
R. D. Barrett, David Keezer, Thomas B. Connell, 
Charles J. Tupper, Isaiah H. Smith, VV. F. Pea- 
body, and Alex. Miles. We find them kind, warm- 
hearted brothers. The much-mooted question of 
new furnishing the hall and infusing fresh life into 
the lodge meetings occupies a portion of the time; 
but matters that can be attended to " at any future 
meeting" are set aside to give an opportunity for 
advancing the good of the order. We will choose 
a more comfortable and rapid mode of convey- 
ance on our homeward journey. A dozen steps 
from the sidewalk is the train, ready for Boston. 
" All aboard ! " is the word. Have we come so 
quickly? Now for the horse-cars to Scollay 
square, and we are " home again." 

It is Tuesday night. We will take the horse-cars 
this time and make " a sure thing " of it, and ride 
to the point where we left the track last evening. 
It is to visit Daniel Hersey Lodge, in Arcanum 
Hall, on Centre street. W T e have passed the point 
where we stopped before. Let us enter this build- 
ing; perhaps we may " strike " some one who can 
answer our challenges. Yes ; these are Brother 
Frank Collett's furniture and upholstery rooms. 
Brother Collett extends a friendly hand of greet- 
ing, and bids us be seated. A good oyster stew, 
for refreshment this cold night, will be very accept- 



"the urn." 93 

able. We will cross here, and see what is going 
on in the hall over the store. The janitor has a 
big job on his hands to move all these heavy plat- 
forms, desks, settees, etc., and put the lodge- 
room in order in season for business. He says 
.there was eating, drinking, and toasting in the hall 
last night, and his part of the fun is to clear up 
and set things to rights. The hall is occupied by 
numerous fraternal organizations. 

The special business of the meeting to-night is 
election of officers. There is a full attendance, 
and sufficient interest taken in the choice of 
brothers who are to administer the affairs of the 
lodge, to make things lively. Some of the 
brothers here in the anteroom are eying me 
closely, propounding questions. One asks, "Who 
are you? Where did you come from? What is 
the character of ' Binding of the Links ' " ? My re- 
ply is, " I am a State of Maine man ; was born in 
Washington County, in a small village of less than 
six hundred inhabitants, sixteen miles from the 
'jumping-off place.' Have seen years, and expe- 
rienced many solemn changes." Brother C. K. 
Bullock is speaker for the company. My answers 
seem to be satisfactory. The book and pencil 
pass from hand to hand, for autographs. Here 
they are : John F. Wise, H. M. Shaw, F. L. Hitch- 
cock, John A. Williams, L. H. Smith, W. A. Den- 
nis, — all in a plain, business hand. The speaker 
says, "A brother of this lodge is from 'away 



94 ON THE ROAD. 

down East.' Perhaps you may know each other. 
There he is, just entering the room." — "Which 
one? " — " That ministerial-looking gentleman, the 
chaplain of the lodge." — "I will address him. 
Good-evening, brother ; they say you are from 
'away down East'?" He says, "That is cor- 
rect." Hear ! He speaks the name of the county, 
the town, the particular locality, describes the 
house where he was born. Now we will turn aside 
from the gaze of the astonished and somewhat 
interested spectators, and compare notes more 
closely. Yes, we were boys and playmates forty 
years ago. This is a moment of joyful reunion, 
after long years of separation. He is J. Stilman 
Smith. His name appears on the title-page of 
this book. Dear Reader, I am pleased to intro- 
duce to your favor my friend of early years. He 
is one with us in the work of benevolence and 
charity. Our little episode has awakened a lively 
interest among the members of the lodge, and 
more of the brothers desire to place their auto 
graphs in my book, and read the story of the 
veteran Odd Fellow from ' away down in Maine.' 
We will appropriate this page to the chirography 
of the brothers: J. Wesley Farmer, H. C. Hamil- 
ton, J. G. Sherman, W. E. Brigham, C. L. Gilmah, 
C. F. Sturtevant, George E. Brigham, George B. 
Dillingham, W. F. Thacher, J. P. Trott, Charles 
Windhorn, and Frank P. Walker, secretary of the 
lodge. The Noble Grand says, "As time and 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. 95 

horse-cars wait for no man, it will be in order for 
visiting brothers to fill up the time between the re- 
ports of the tellers on balloting, that the members 
may hear a few words concerning Odd Fellowship 
in the early days of its history." DanielHersey 
Lodge bears the name of the first Grand Master of 
Massachusetts, from the years 1825 to 1832. He 
served his second term from 1841 to 1843. 



Chapter XII. 

SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. 

We will now make a little change in our pro- 
gramme, and visit among the brothers in " the 
suburbs," as the people at the " Hub " speak of 
large and small places outside of Boston. There 
are three lodges in 

somerville. 

The first one on our list is Oasis. The hall is 
on the line of the horse railroad. I remember the 
locality quite distinctly, as I visited the lodge, 
March 16, 1883. It is Thursday. The lodge 



g6 ON THE ROAD. 

meets this evening;. The conductor is pointing to 
the brick block on the opposite side of the street. 
Yes, the hall is in that building. We will stand a 
little inside the doorway, out of the rain. It is 
nearly 7.30, and the janitor has not put in an ap- 
pearance. We are accosted by three young men 
who are passing. They ask, " Is this Odd Fellows 
Hall?" Here comes the janitor. We will follow 
him up the stairs. It is a long winding flight ; but 
we are on sure footing when we reach the top 
landing. The premises are familiar to me. Here 
is the same table I sat at when I registered my 
name eight years ago. Brothers Goss, Ludwig, 
Ralph, and Lowell are the first to welcome us. 
The degree staff is busy preparing for work. 
Past Grand Master Edward P. Banks, a veteran 
member of Ligonia Lodge, Portland, Me., is 
reported sick under charge of the lodge. A cold 
rain-storm has set in. We will make our visit 
short, and return to the city. 

WEST SOMERVILLE. 

Caleb Rand Lodge is a new-comer among 
the lodges in the State, as its number, 197, 
signifies. The hall is nearly opposite the post- 
office. Take a Davis-square car at the waiting- 
room at the head of Green street. We can ride 
directly to the hall. I have relatives residing in 
that part of the city. Here is a note from a lady. 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. 97 

It reads : " The company of yourself and friend is 
requested to tea with us Tuesday evening." We 
will improve this favorable opportunity for a two- 
fold entertainment to mingle with old friends, and 
make the acquaintance of the members of Caleb 
Rand Lodge. Here comes our car. We are 
passing over the same route we travelled a few 
evenings ago, going a few miles farther out into 
the skirts of the town. The ride has been an 
enjoyable one, and we are now at the home of my 
relatives, uncle and aunt, their son, his wife, and 
three grandchildren, — down East folks. Loring 
is not a member of the Triple Links; but he is a 
"fine young man," with scores of friends, many of 
them members of Caleb Rand Lodge. He will 
accompany us to the hall at an early hour, and 
introduce us to Franklin Hobart and the other 
boys. He says he is "afraid of the goat; " but 
will go to the outer door and leave us with those 
"who understand the sign." His friend Hobart is 
not present; but Brother Campbell has us by the 
hand. There is nothing like being surrounded by 
genial spirits to make one feel at home and happy. 
If outsiders were to hear the sound of the merry 
voices, they might suspect that some old and 
much-respected member of the Order had come 
into the circle after months of absence. But the 
truth of the case is that strangers who might have 
met in the whirl of busy life, meet here for the first 
time to-night about the altar of Friendship, Love, 



98 ON THE ROAD. 

and Truth ; and each in the other finds a brother 
and true friend. 

Who is that brother with my grip in his hand? 
He says he is " a Boston runner," and sells goods 
by sample. " Every sample will count one for 
game in our veteran brother's pocket." Step up, 
boys, sign your name, and take one. Fall in ! 
Brothers Damery, Bowlby, Pipe, Clement, Carlson, 
Walker, Stockwell, Darling, Marsh, McGrath, 
True, Mitcher, Keary, Cutter, and Libby. Caleb 
Rand Lodge takes two copies of " Binding of the 
Links," to start a library. It has been a good 
and pleasant thing for the brothers to dwell to- 
gether in unity to-night. Each one has had hi^ 
part of the entertainment, no one more than the 
" Globe " man. We will bid you all a pleasant 
good-night, and ccme again some other day. 

Paul Revere Lodge meets in a fine hall at 

EAST SOMERVILLE. 

One half-hour among the small number of mem- 
bers here to-night does not give a fair showing of 
the true character of the lodge, or the " make- 
up " of the brothers. Lodges are composed of 
individual men, and the character of the body 
depends upon the character of those who control 
it. If such brothers as Towle, Sanborn, Webber, 
Dana, and Chase are fair representatives of Caleb 
Rand Lodge, the afflicted brother who may appeal 



si BURBAN LQDGES VISITED. 99 

to it for aid and sympathy will not be left to die 
by the wayside. 

THE NEWTONS. 

Brother Boise asks why we do not visit his old 
lodge and others on the line of the Boston & 
Albany Railroad. It will be well for us to do so. 
Let us see on what evening Warban Lodge meets. 
Thursday. It is a pleasant journey through an 
interesting section of the State. The hall is across 
the railroad track in the block. Newton township 
is very extensive, covering miles of territory. 
The names of a dozen or more post-offices, and 
the designation of neighborhood localities, are 
legion. This part of the city is 

NEWTON. 

The rain does not improve the condition of the 
sidewalks to those who are unacquainted with the 
crossings when frequent trains are passing. The 
hall will not be open for forty minutes. We will 
step into this drug-store and make the acquaint- 
ance of the proprietor. It is Brother Arthur 
Hudson. He is a member of Newton Lodge. 
His bright coal-fire is very comfortable. I see a 
light in the hall. Here is a lad lighting up the 
rooms. I will speak a word to " draw him out." 
"Are you an Odd Fellow, my son?" — " No, I am 



IOO ON THE ROAD 

a boy; my father is one of urn." Here comes 
the secretary, with the big book under his 
arm. Pie gives us a hearty welcome, and 
says, " You will find a live, wide-awake set of 
Odd Fellows here to-night. Come in and make 
yourselves at home. I will introduce you to every 
brother as he enters the hall. Lay your books 
on my desk. You shall have their autographs." 
Here they are : Wellington Howes, N.G. ; G. P. 
Rice, James R. Bobllee, F. T. Macdonald, IV. S. 
Ring, George H. Brown, Madison Bunker, L. F. 
Ashley, M. C. Rich, A. H. Rees, F. H. Parsons, 
George Manley, and H. G. Crocker, formerly of 
Machias, Me. The time has been occupied in 
practising degree work, social talk, and exchang- 
ing fraternal greetings. We have just time to 
board the train. We will remember the brothers' 
kind invitation to come and see them, February 
5, when they will " kill the fatted calf and make 
merry." 

It is a short ride to 

WEST NEWTON. 

We descend the hill, walk down the street a few 
rods past the church, to get into the business part 
of the village. It is cold standing on the corner. 
We will see who keeps this market. An off-hand 
way for a stranger to introduce himself to one 
whom he suspects to be an Odd Fellow is to 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. IOI 

inquire in what part of the town the lodge hall 
is situated. Let us see how it will work in this 
case. The name of the proprietor of the market 
is C. E. Scamman. He says the hall is in the 
wooden block on Main street. He is a mem- 
ber of Newton Lodge. He has relatives in Port- 
land, Me. We have learned so much by inquiry. 

There is a church entertainment this evening, 
and many of the members of the lodge are absent. 
Those present are earnest workers. The hour has 
passed pleasantly. The ladies of the village have 
established a rule not to make dates for local or 
society entertainments on the nights of lodge meet- 
ings, when work or important business requires 
the presence of the members. Such kind con- 
sideration on the part of " the gentler sex " is 
worthy of special mention, as such instances are 
rare. It will be a source of gratification in years 
to come to show our grandchildren the auto- 
graphs of some of the great and good men of old 
Newton. I will ask Brother Frank H. Humphrey 
to solicit names while we retire to the smoking- 
room. You enjoy the cigar, Brother Reader, but 
I don't indulge in the weed ; but can stand the 
smoke until it gets so thick that I can cut it with 
a knife. 

See what a display of names appear on my 
book! Ober S..W. Bailey, Elijah A. Wood, C. 
Willard Carter, Fred. Lancaster, F. H. Humphrey, 
H. C. Hood, W. B. Callagan, F. II. Dutch, Lo- 



102 ON THE ROAD. 

renzo Gibbs, C. M. Potter, E. T. Wiswall, F. H. 
Callagan, and F. H. Parker, of the Boston & 
Albany Railroad. The good brothers have our 
thanks for the evening's entertainment. We will 
join them in singing the closing ode, and receive 
their parting good-night. One week later we visit 

NEWTON HIGHLANDS. 

It is queer that all the lodges in the Newtons hold 
their meetings on the same night of the week, — 
Thursday. By so doing there can be but little 
fraternal visiting among the members without in- 
terference with lodge work. 

We take the Boston & Albany car. A short 
ride brings us to one of the many beautiful high- 
lands that surround Boston and the cities adjoin- 
ing, with their sightly hills amidst pure, refreshing 
air. The hall of Home Lodge is over Brother F. 
S. Kempton's shoe-store. The membership is 
small and considerably scattered. Some of the 
brothers reside at Upper Falls, two miles farther 
on. Owing to outside attractions, there arc but 
few members present to-night. Brother Amos L. 
Hall, one of the old stand-bys, has put in his ap- 
pearance. 1 le says there are others from the 
Falls coming to " take a hand" in any work there 
may be on the docket. The last train for Boston 
leaves at nine o'clock. As there are no hotels or 
lodging-houses in the place, we must cut our visit 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. IO3 

short. Brothers Chaffin, Wild, Blair, and Gates 
are waiting to accompany us to the station. 

Have you relatives or friends residing in any 
of the cosey little villages on the line of the Saugus 
Branch of the Boston & Maine Railroad? I re- 
member some years ago stopping off at Maple- 
wood station, and visiting an old friend, — a 
brother, — not of the mystic tie, but by law. We 
had passed much time together in the city of Hal- 
ifax, Nova Scotia. Among other pleasant events 
to be remembered during my stay at his old home 
in that part of the town, now the busy city of 

MALDEN, 

is the following : I accompanied him one Sun- 
day morning to attend service at the Unitarian 
church. The worshippers occupied the hall of 
Middlesex Lodge, I.O.O.F. That was before I 
had any personal acquaintance with members of 
the Order in the town. I am sure we can greatly 
enjoy visiting the city and meeting with the broth- 
erhood. I propose that we take passage on the 
10.30 train and " make a day of it." This is our 
train standing on the outside track. Our first stop 
is at " Know Nothing ; ' then Somerville, West 
Street, West Everett, Bell Rock. Here we are at 
Maiden. I think we can make a cut-off by going 
across the High-school lot. Yes, here is City 
Hall. Don't go in that door. That is the en- 



104 ON TIIE RO.vn. 

trance to the police station. Chief Richards 
might take us for tramps. I am not sure that we 
shall fare any better in the opinion of some folks 
if we are seen entering the office of the Overseers 
of the Poor. The man we are looking for is one 
of the " City Fathers." We will enter. Here is 
my old friend, Hartshorn. Brother H., allow me 
to introduce to you Mr. Reader, a brother and 
companion who has journeyed from Dan to Beer- 
sheba. 

"These gentlemen," Mr. Hartshorn says, "at 
my right are Messrs. Beals and Stiles, Associate 
Members of the Board." We are pleased with the 
manner of conducting the business of the depart- 
ments of the government. Your system is a grand 
improvement over that in vogue when we were 
boys. A well-managed fire department is a very 
important palladium in city or town organizations. 
We will cross the street and interview Mr. S. B. 
Wilkinson, at the engine-house. He may have 
something new to show and tell us ; about the 
modus operandi of the boys who " run with the 
macJiinc''' Ah ! I see you are casting wistful eyes 
at the " Hamlin " in Robinson's store window. 
We will step in and learn what "Jim" has to say 
for himself. Here is a full line of smokers' 
articles. Select one of the best. Brother Robin- 
son says if our business is to obtain the auto- 
graphs of the members of Middlesex Lodge, we 
will need to order a book of three hundred lines. 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. 105 

I shall be quite well satisfied to receive one-third 
that number. The lodge meets to-night. We will 
appear among the brothers and make known our 
desires. It is the same hall I sat in that Sunday. 
The preacher then occupied the platform where 
Brother Fred S. Langley, Noble Grand, now stands. 
I have succeeded in obtaining these signatures : 

F. P. Cox, A. L. Thompson, C. F. Brooks, H. J. 
Kidder, J. H. Hadly, C. A. Davis, F. E. Hub- 
bard, John M. Keen, C. A. Randall, Edwin T. 
Newhall, P. V. Wing, C. E. Fuller, and Fred M. 
Noyes. There will be many more to follow when 
the long-talked-of event takes place; namely, the 
institution of Maiden Lodge, No. 201. We are 
here on that day with brothers from various parts 
of the State. It is the biggest snow-storm of the 
season. Grand Master Edward H. Kavanagh 
officiates. He is assisted by Jay B. Crawford, 

G. Warden ; John F. Morgan, G. Marshal ; Julius 
L. Clarke, G. Treasurer ; Wm. Parkman, G. Chap- 
lain ; Charles D. Cole, G. Secretary ; Rufus B. 
Gifford, P. G. Representative; Wm. A. McCrillis, 
D.D.G.M. ; Calvin W. Sawyer, J. Lawrence Martin, 
A. G. Brooks, and Frank P. Sawyer, Past Grands. 

These are the charter members : Florence D. 
Tobin, Winslow B. Southworth, Geo. E. Hanscom, 
Wm. F. Dusseault, Solomon A. Howe, Jr., Mar- 
cellus Coggan, Walter S. Hopkins, Geo. W. Haz- 
ard, Wm. T. Hill, Chas. F. Pinney, John Howland, 
Geo. F. Erskine, Edwin M. Shepherd, Chas. P. 



106 ON THE ROAD. 

Lyford, Bcnj. Hill, Edward M. Storr, Robt. Mc- 
Donald, William R. West, Moses E. Chandler, 
George W. Lewis, Albert L. Decatur, William C. 
Demain. 

The following officers are installed : Geo. E. 
Hanscom, N.G.; Wm. T. Hill, V.G. ; John How- 
land, Secretary; Geo. W. Lewis, P. Secretary; 
Chas. F. Pinney, Treasurer. 

The lodge is in District No. 37, Wm. A. Mc- 
Crillis, D. D. G. Master. 

The storm is becoming more furious. We had 
better take the first train for Boston, and get into 
comfortable quarters before night overtakes us. 

We take the car in Bowdoin square for 

WATERTOWN. 

L. C. Creamer, formerly of Portland, Me., is 
conductor. He has the links on his necktie. We 
are in good hands. He will make the journey 
pleasant and safe. We can have our choice, — to 
go by steam or horse cars. The latter route passes 
through an interesting section of the State, and 
will afford us a greater variety of scenery. We 
cross the railroad track at the foot of the hill, and 
then we are in the village. D. A. S. Barker is 
Secretary of Lafayette Lodge. We will look him 
up and " get some points " on the village. Here 
are S. Albert Gregg and C. H. Rollins. They tell 
us to call on H. E. Dadmun, superintendent at the 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. \OJ 

stove foundry. He can direct us, and hosts of 
the boys in that establishment. "Take this card, 
brother," Dadmun says; "go in that door, and in- 
quire for John Ripley, W. N. Newcomb, Warren 
Taylor, G. B. Moore, and Getchell Maston. They 
are all members of the Order." It has been done 
as he bid us, and still there is room for more. We 
will wait until the -brothers assemble at the lodge. 
Yes, it is tiresome walking about town. We will 
rest a while in the variety store with Brother A. C. 
Fletcher. He is very pleasant and social. 

The lodge hall is open. We will enter. Here 
are three brothers in the anteroom enjoying a 
smoke. They are curious to know the contents of 
my grip. Brother Newcomb is telling the boys a 
little story about his experience, years ago, in a 
small village away down in the eastern part of 
Maine, where he worked for a man of the same 
name as the author; and Brother McPherson 
makes known the place of his birth to be eighteen 
miles up " the Schoodic," in the picturesque village 
of Robbinston. Well, well, this is funny! three 
down-easters have accidentally met here to-night 
in this circle of brothers. To make the record 
complete, we will ask H. A. Powall, Noble Grand, 
Charles A. Gregg, and John A. Evans, Past 
Grands, to place their names on the list. 

It is raining hard. We have to hurry to get the 
car. There are not very many passengers. We 
shall make a quick run into Boston. 



IOS ON THE ROAD. 

If the weather clears up we will go to 

EVERETT 

this evening. We take a through-line car to the 
square, near the hall of Everett Lodge. It is 
degree work, supper, toasting ; and it is kept up 
until midnight. Brothers Schofield, Baker, and 
Virgin give us a kind invitation to come and see 
them again. 

Who says the members of Prospect Lodge are 
not a wide-awake set of fellows ? The Lodge is in 
the city of 

WALTHAM, 

where people are closely watched. We board the 
train at the Fitchburg depot. It is only a short 
ride. The business part of the city is on both 
sides of the river. We will inquire of the man on 
the corner with the badge on his breast where to 
find the hall of Prospect Lodge. We have hit him 
just right. His name is Charles E. Cater. He 
says he is "one of the boys," and will take us in 
charge — not to the station — and conduct us to 
an inn. Some one with a black eye is calling to 
our escort. He leaves us — not alone — for here 
we have Brother D. M. Spaulding. He directs us 
to the place of rest and refreshment kept by 
Brother George K. Field, around the corner, in the 
basement of this building. It is just as Brother 



SUBURBAN LpDGES VISITKh. 109 

Field represented, — a full attendance; live lodge, 
full of business, and growing rapidly. I have the 
autographs of thirty brothers on a parchment roll 
piesented by the committee of entertainment. It 
is a long list, and I will not occupy your time by 
reading all the names, — Robert Robinson, F. A., 
Perry, Jr., Everett Skinner, F. E. McLellan, W. T. 
Robinson, T. W. Temple. The train leaves at ten 
o'clock. We must leave this pleasant company to 
reach the station in five minutes. As we will have 
no better time to visit Governor Gore Lodge than 
now while we are in the city, let us do the " Rip 
Van Winkle " act, and rest in the arms of Morpheus 
until December 1 1, 1S90, to find ourselves ascend- 
ing the long flight of stairs in the block, on the 
opposite side of the river from where we parted 
with the brothers of Prospect Lodge ten months 
ago. Here are a goodly number of the Governor 
Gore boys assembled in the anteroom. The hall 
is of large dimensions, handsomely fitted up, and 
furnished in fine style. The lodge is young, com- 
posed of members fired with zeal for the promotion 
of brotherly love and charity. Visitors are cordially 
welcome. I met in my travels Brother J. Fred. 
Vinal, a member of the lodge, some months ago. 
If he is a specimen of the make-up of the lodge, I 
am sure we shall pass an enjoyable evening in the 
company of such jovial fellows. C. C. Symons is 
Noble Grand. There are twenty-five members 
present, a good number when there is nothing 



I IO ON THE ROM i. 

special to call the brothers out in such cold, un- 
comfortable weather. It is proposed that every 
member in the lodge have a word to say. The 
question is: Who shall begin? Let us commence 
at the right of the Noble Grand with Charles N. 
Rice; then come H. J. Beattie, J. Lincoln Moody, 
E. D. Clarke, Herbert L. Foster, Samuel Bowers, 
Cyril E. Brown, Jr., G. L. Baker, G. W. Rogers, 
W. W. Frazer, M. E. Davis, F. P. McClary, G. A. 
Costello, N. D. Johnson, F. O. Hicks, Frank B. 
Davis. It has been a meeting for the good and 
welfare of the lodge. The speeches were all short 
and interesting. The brothers were not afraid to 
use their vocal powers. Many of the remarks 
teemed with wit and humor. "A little nonsense 
now and then is relished by the best of men." 
We are invited to accompany Brother Herbert L. 
Foster to his home to spend the night. With his 
and your assistance, Brother Reader, over the icy 
sidewalk, I think we can make our way without 
difficulty. " Good-night, brothers ! " 



One evening, while seated in the library-room 
in Odd Fellows Hall, 515 Tremont street, Boston, 
I made the acquaintance of Brother John Malcom, 
formerly a resident of Fairfield, Me. Of late 
years he has made his home in West Ouincy. 
He is a member of Mount Wollaston Lodge, 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. Ill 



QUINCY. 

He gave me a pressing invitation to visit the lodge 
at my earliest convenience. Suppose we make it 
our place for this evening. It is a few stations 
out on the Old Colony road. It is quite a little 
walk from the station up into the business part of 
the city. Here is a large new block, erected since 
the time of my visit. Odd Fellows Hall is in this 
building with the large oval windows. The post- 
office used to be in the corner store in the block, 
near the drug-store. It is now on the other side 
of the street, kept by W. W. Adams, a relative of 
the late ex- President, J. Q. Adams. We will go 
down on the back street and interview Brother A. 
W. Stetson at his store, and find out in what part 
of the town Brother Malcom resides. This rain is 
disagreeable. We have to take a car and ride to 
West Quincy. Brother Malcom's house is No. 3 
Hill street. It is a new street lately cut through 
the woods. Horrid muddy walking. I think that 
is Mrs. Malcom standing at the open door. John 
has probably informed her that we might possibly 
call to-day. He is at work in the quarries. Our 
surmises are correct. We are pleased to make 
the acquaintance of the lady, and enjoy a social 
chat with our brother from Maine. He proposes 
that we take an early supper and go to the city. 
The next car will arrive at the hall before eight 



112 ON THE ROAD. 

o'clock. Here are Brothers Souther, Brewer, 
Worcester, Burke, and Campbell in the ante- 
room. We are pleased to make their acquaint- 
ance ; also that of Charles L. Orno, Noble Grand. 
This is a fine new hall. The question of placing 
a conspicuous sign across the front of the hall, 
between the large windows, bearing the name, num- 
ber, and. appropriate emblems of the order, is dis- 
cussed by Brothers McKay, Elliott, Hobart, Miller, 
and others. Secretary Fred. F. Green has little to 
say, but keeps on jotting down the business trans- 
actions of the meeting. Yes, Brother Mai com, it 
is such an unpropitious evening that we most 
gladly accept your kind invitation to return to 
your comfortable home and rest for the night. 
The bell calls for breakfast. Brother Reader, can 
you tell me what it is the sign of to find money 
under your plate at breakfast ? Brother Reader is 
very funny in his answer. He says, " It is a sign 
you have got the coin, isn't it?" I will venture 
to guess that it is a sign that our kind hostess has 
been out among the neighbors, whose husbands 
are Odd Fellows, and sold three copies of " Bind- 
ing of the Links " before we had left our comfort- 
able beds. God bless the women ! The world 
would be barren of joy without them. 

As this is a life of activity and unrest, we shall 
not reach the end of these days' and nights' jour- 
neyings until the entire State is traversed. Here 
is the name of the town we visit to-morrow, — 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. I I 3 



MILFORD. 

It is on a branch of the Boston & Albany road. 
This is agreeable to me, as I have relatives and 
friends residing there. There are lodges in three 
places on the route we shall travel. We can " take 
them all in " very conveniently. It is nearly 
twenty years since I last visited the town of Mil- 
ford. The late Thomas C. Eastman, a prominent 
and highly esteemed citizen of the place, was a 
native of the village the opposite side of the 
river to my boyhood's home, in Maine. He 
was engaged in the manufacture of paper boxes 
and employed a large number of hands and 
extensive machinery. After his decease, some 
four years ago, his brother, S. Alden Eastman, 
continued the business in conipany with Edward 
Hobart, a relative from the same little village in 
Maine. I should like to go there and look over 
the old grounds. Here we are at the station. I 
am a little confused and hardly know in which 
direction to go. We will inquire of- the station 
agent. Yes, that is so, we do go down the street. 
There is the mill. The sign over the door reads, 
" Eastman & Hobart." Alden is smiling blandly. 
He is not a member of our Order, but has reached 
a high round in the ladder of Free and Accepted 
Masonry. Most Eminent Commander, K.T. Is 
that the title? Business of importance demands 
our attention, and we have but little time to give 



114 0N THE ROAD. 

to it, so let us be " up and doing." We will enter 
the mill and speak a word with W. H. Carpenter 
and Joseph Bassett. They are " our kind." They 
invite us to attend the lodge meeting this evening. 
Its name is another of the jaw-breaking kind, 
" Tisquantum." J. M. French is Noble Grand; 
William Malcom, Vice-Grand; George H. Manly, 
Secretary. It speaks well for the character of the 
lodge to see so many Past Grands present among 
so few members to-night. The music and dancing 
are enticing to the young men and maidens. We 
will return over the same route we came yesterday, 
and stop at the grand railroad centre, 

SOUTH FRAMINGHAM. 

I have no personal acquaintance with members of 
the Order in this town. Years ago I frequently 
received communications from a member of 
Framingham Lodge, when I was engaged in 
publishing the " Odd Fellows' Register." It was 
Brother William Murphy, an employee of the Old 
Colony Railroad. I will inquire of the station 
agent about him. Yes. He is up in the yard at 
work on the " shifter." This is " all fools' day." 
We shall have to keep our eyes open so that, we 
do not " get sold." 

I dare ask the yard-master where we can find 
Brother Murphy. "That is," he says, "the man 
you are looking for, standing by the flag station." 



SUBURBAN LODGES VISITED. I I 5 

Right he is. I recognize the autograph. I have 
seen it so many times on letters bearing messages 
of kind regard and postal-notes for the payment 
of subscriptions of patrons of the " Odd Fellows' 
Register." Brother Murphy is in the service of 
the railroad company, and cannot vacate his post 
of duty. He tells us where we can find Wright 
Summers, Noble Grand, and Brother Collins, in the 
freight depot. They in turn direct us to Harding's 
straw manufactory, where we shall find Brothers 
J. A. Gleason, L. H. Billings, S. M. Pooler, and 
others. -Ah ! this is Brother Pooler, my old brother 
and friend, whom I used to know years ago in 
Skowhegan, Me. 

Brother Reader, I am pleased to introduce you 
to this good brother. We shall enjoy an hour of 
social chatting on old-time events. The lodge 
hall is on Hollis street. We will follow the 
brothers as they ascend the stairs. Who is 
that brother closely wrapped in an ulster coat, 
supported by a staff? Yes, he is Past Grand 
Master Thomas C. Porter, whom I met in Boston 
a short time ago. He has been "under the 
weather" of late. This is the first time he has 
met with the brothers in lodge meeting for a 
number of weeks. My good brother, I thank you 
for the kind words you have spoken in our behalf. 
I wish you might remain to enjoy the meeting. 
But if you must go, may joy and peace go witfo 
you. Good-night ! 



I 1 6 ON THE ROAD, 

Here arc a lively lot of boys : Towne, Chapman, 
Adams, Waterman, Tibbetts, Johnson, Cutting, 
Merriam, Fales, Bartcau, Douglass, Rose, Stone, 
Lang, Bruce, Lyons, Herbert, Whitman, Kalcr, 
Clapp, Adams, and Bagicr, of West Concord, Vt. 
Brother Pooler has invited us to follow him to a 
place of rest under the shadow of his roof. 

The time spent in company with Brother Pooler 
and his estimable wife lias been full of pleasure. . 
It brought freshly to memory the events of more 
than sixteen years ago, "when the editor sat in his 
sanctum." 



Chapter XIII. 
RETURN TO MAINE. 

" I love her rocks and rills, 
Her woods and templed hills." 

We must heed the call of friends at home, and 
cross again the boundary line of States to meet 
those who have claims upon our time and atten- 
tion. We can spend all day in Boston, and take 
the steamer atseven o'clock. It will be pleasant on 
the water to-night. It is the steamer "Tremont." 
She will make a quick run. How delightful to be 
" recked in the cradle of the deep,'' quietly sleep- 
ing, while every moment drawing nearer and 



RETURN TO MAINE. I I 7 

nearer " home, sweet home." Here we are, safely- 
moored at the pier. It is 3.30 o'clock. We can- 
not yet discern anything through the gray of the 
morning. 

Brother Reader, I have greatly enjoyed your 
company along our journey. You will permit me 
to enter my home to pass a season with family 
and friends. When I start again on my travels, 
I shall be pleased to have you accompany me. 

I AM ALL READY. 

It is six days since I parted from you, Brother 
Reader. I am rested and prepared to start on 
another tour. If you are so minded you can pack 
your grip and we will board the train at the Union 
station for a passage to the ship-building city of 

BATH. 

You no doubt recall the stations we are passing 
as the same which we passed when we were jour- 
neying to Rockland and the towns along the 
coast. If you are interested in the construction 
of large ships, steam-boats, and small sea-going 
crafts, you will find plenty to occupy your atten- 
tion up and down the banks of this river. A 
launching is no novel sight to the dwellers here 
about. It will be a difficult matter to climb these 
high stagings to the deck of the ship, so we will 



I IS ON THE ROAD. 

have to be content with conversing with the work- 
men at noon hour. We will walk clown Main 
street and call on Brother V. P. Emery, Secretary 
of Lincoln Lodge. He can direct us to the busi- 
ness portion of the city. We have a fine view of 
the ship-yards from this high embankment. 
Brother Emery is at the grocery store and market 
down the street. lie has just driven up to the 
door. He says " the boys " in the foundry are 
" all right." We will go through this passageway 
by the back entrance of the foundry. Here they 
are, pouring the red-hot metal into the moulds. 
They recognize the one who has met them in the 
same place in years gone by. Here they come, 
Brothers Humphries, Flinelling, Barton, Hall, and 
Dunham. We will meet scores of them at the 
lodge to-night. 

What is all this conversation about? Brother 
Harraman and Charles McFarland ask if we 
have seen a copy of the Boston " Daily Globe " con- 
taining a likeness of the man who claims to be the 
author of " Binding of the Links ; a Story of Forty 
Years in Odd Fellowship," with a column notice 
of the book. They are trying to come some of 
their " funny business," and say they " are going 
to read the exposure published in the paper in 
open lodge." This is what they are driving at. 
This paragraph in the " Globe" published to-day: 
" For nearly ten years the people of Portland have 
been familiar with the personal appearance of an 



RETURN To MAINE. I 1 9 

old, badly-crippled man, seen everywhere, always 
at work, never despondent, and strangely enough, 
quick and active in all his motions, a man who 
bears many burdens with surprising brightness of 
spirit, and who has done a good deal of hard 
work. 

" Every Odd Fellow in this State, and many 
through New England, know Cyrus Hamlin 
Kilby, P.G. and P.C.P., and in his way, and, 
for that matter, in many ways, a noted man. Few 
have been more devoted to Odd Fellowship than 
he, and no man ever fought the battle of life 
better. 

" Mr. Kilby has been reporter, editor, corre- 
spondent, and publisher, always a worker, and is 
now selling his latest book, 'Binding of the 
Links ; a Story of Forty Years in Odd Fellow- 
ship.' " 

That came from the pen of the Portland corre- 
spondent of the Boston " Globe." We are glad if we 
have in any way contributed to the interest of the 
meeting, and, more than all, we are pleased to 
learn that old Lincoln Lodge is prosperous and 
doing a work for humanity. After receiving such a 
cordial welcome from the brothers, and being 
favored with forty-six of their autographs, we feel 
well satisfied with our visit, and depart with their 
gracious benediction. Our next stopping-place 
will be 



120 ON THE ROAD. 



BRUNSWICK, 



the college home of many distinguished men of 
learning and high repute in the nation. It is a 
city with large natural endowments. Pejepscot 
Lodge was instituted June 13, 1844, in less than 
ten months after the Order was introduced into 
Maine. It numbers nearly two hundred members, 
and is financially and socially sound. Let us take 
the noon train and spend a part of the day among 
brothers. In a direct line from the station, across 
the park, we can find Brother O. A. Corey, Noble 
Grand, at the coal-office. He has received us 
cordially; his business calls him away, but he 
kindly directs us to Brothers Graves, Knight, 
Given, Snow Brothers, Jordan, Townsden, Rob- 
erts, Hall, Read, Strout, Shackford, Purinton, and 
others. We have time to walk up on the college 
grounds before taking the train for the capital 
city. Forty-six years ago I visited this place 
on a Commencement day. I will point you out 
the initials of my deceased brother's name, a grad- 
uate of '42, cut, among others, about the window- 
casings. Here are the letters, "J. D. K." We 
will now return to the station and proceed on to 

AUGUSTA. 

We have an opportunity here to note the changes 
and public improvements about the city. This 



RETURN TO MAINE. 12 1 

elegant granite structure, the U.S. Post-Office build- 
ing, is an ornament to the city. The enlargement 
and grand improvement of the State Capitol build- 
ings is a matter of public interest and pride. The 
legislators of Maine have shown themselves wise 
and far-sighted to decree that henceforth Augusta 
shall be the seat of government. The legislative 
halls and senate chambers have been fitted up in 
style in keeping with the dignity of the men who 
are to occupy them in the years to come. 

Here is the publishing office of the " Maine 
Farmer." Let us look in and say good-morning 
to my friend and old newspaper brother, Howard 
Owen. He is associate editor of this valuable 
agricultural journal. He was one of the large 
party, members of the Maine Press Association, 
who made an enjoyable excursion to Quebec in 
1878. Since that time I have passed many pleas- 
ant hours in Mr. Owen's society. 

This evening Asylum Lodge holds its regular 
meeting in the new hall on Winthrop street. It is 
six years since I met with the brothers. We shall 
find them an earnest, wide-awake lot of Odd Fel- 
lows. This is a magnificent hall, fully up to the 
description given of it in the " City Journal " and 
State papers. Here is Past Grand Master R. B. 
Capin, a brother of my old acquaintance. We are 
to have an opportunity to witness the work of the 
second degree by a proficient team. How am I 
to manage to obtain the autographs of the forty- 



122 ON THE ROAD. 

eight brothers? Their names will cover four pages 
of my book. I will invite them to spread out large 
in double columns on this sheet of foolscap fur- 
nished by the secretary. Brother Blackwell heads 
the list, followed by Small, Hunt, McCausland, 
Weeks, Beals, Pond, Turner, Bourne, Libby, Smith, 
Merrill, Masoite, Meald, Howard, Griffith, Ridout, 
and many others. 

Believing that a comfortable night's rest at the 
home of our hospitable friends, Mr. and Mrs. 
Brown, on Winthrop street, will be beneficial to 
weary man, I feel a strong desire to avail myself 
of such a blessing. We will ask the good brothers 
to allow us to depart in peace. 

The next day is Sunday. We have to spend the 
day away from our homes, anyway. The question 
is, Where we can pass its hours the most satisfac- 
torily? It shall be at the Lancy House, in Pitts- 
field, with Brother Owen Blackden. To reach that 
place, it will make the journey to our next objec- 
tive point the longest way round ; but it will be 
the surest road, and our desired home. The Sab- 
bath day is passed. Its hours of quiet and rest 
have fitted us for the duties and burdens of another 
week. We will now start on the first train that 
will connect us with the Somerset Railroad, at 
Oakland, in season to spend the da)' at 

NORRIDGEWOCK. 
Time has worked many changes in this ancient 



RETURN TO MAINE. I 23 

town ill Somerset County. The upper story of 
the large wooden building on Depot street is 
owned by Ouinnebassett Lodge. A large hall, with 
banquet and anterooms, is fitted up and furnished 
in a neat and comfortable manner. The lodge is 
young, but rapidly increasing in membership, 
and is prosperous. Owing to the inclement 
weather there are but few members present to- 
night. We have passed an enjoyable hour with 
Brothers Murphy, Tuttle, Knowlton, Huntoon, 
Whiting, Holt, Moore, Hobbs, Frederick, Russell, 
Wheeler, Hilton, Lindsey, Hale, Bates, Carr, and 
Crosby. 

We must take the " slow coach " this morning, 
and jog along through the mud. Our road is 
after the kind described in Bunyan's " Pilgrim's 
Progress," through the " Slough of Despond." It 
is a " spike team," with two horses abreast and a 
leader. We would gladly exchange the mode of 
conveyance for a balloon or flying-machine ; but 
having started on the journey, we shall try to 
hold out to the end. We are fortunate enough to 
complete our six miles' journey without accident. 
I get a sight of church spires, and some of the old 
familiar buildings, ahead, from this high hill. A 
short ride farther and we will reach the village, 
my old home for more than seven years. Here 
we are at the door of the 



124 ON THE ROAD. 



SKOWIIEGAX MOUSE. 



Everything about the premises has the same ap- 
pearance as when I left the town five years ago. 
The first person we meet is Postmaster Col. W. 
R. G. Estes. At every point on the street I meet 
people whose names and faces I recall. I can 
hardly realize that I am walking the same streets 
I trod years ago in the days of health and pros- 
perity. Surely, my eyes do not deceive me, for 
here are the stores and offices, and many of the 
people I used to meet in their places of business. 
Here is the "Somerset Reporter" newspaper and 
job printing office, where I have spent days and 
weeks in the editor's sanctum, now occupied by 
Messrs. Smith & McNeelic, who are laboring hard 
to supply the patrons of the long established 
county paper with useful and entertaining reading. 
Let us take a stroll about the town. See what 
changes and improvements have been wrought ! 
This new depot is a grand improvement over the 
old dilapidated building. Here is Brother Sumner 
C. Ward. I am glad to see you, brother, engaged 
in your old duties, in such a finely fitted up bag- 
gage-room. We will find lots of the boys down 
on Madison street. Yes, here is Brother George 
S. Webb at his store. On the corner are Brothers 
Hawes & Arnold. They are apt to give people 
" fits " when they enter this store. John A. Dealy, 



RETURN TO MAINE. 125 

farther down the street, cuts and trims to suit his 
customers. Well, well ! here is Doctor Conant. 
" Sam " they used to call him ; but he has honor- 
ably earned the M.D. by the wonderful cures 
wrought by " Anidroses, Conant's Vapor Baths," 
known and acknowledged throughout the globe as 
the best and surest cure for the many diseases 
which frail man is heir to. We must not pass my 
old brother, George W. Gray, by, at the stove- 
store. He is the pure gold in manly character. 
His friendship is worth having in the days of ad- 
versity as well as in the sunshine of prosperity. 
We will call on some brothers who may not be 
present at lodge meeting to-night : S. B. Steward 
and W. F. Bacon on the island ; Past Grand 
Sam. Nash and John B. Young at the oil-cloth 
factory. They were dear friends of mine in the 
early days of my connection with Carrabasset 
Lodge. Brother Young stood firm as a rock when 
the disheartened members faltered and were ready 
to faint by the wayside. 

It is evening. The brothers are gathering as 
aforetime at the main entrance of Coburn Hall, 
ready to ascend the long flight of stairs to Odd 
Fellows Hall. There have been radical changes 
in the upper story of the building since I last 
visited the lodge. A spacious reception-room has 
been added by taking in the small banquet hall 
formerly occupied by the Masonic bodies. With 
the handsome paraphernalia and other things in 



126 ON THE ROAD. 

keeping therewith, there are few lodges in the 
State possessing a better outfit or doing better 
work than this lodge. Here they come with 
hands extended to welcome the veterans of forty 
years: Brothers F. B. and M. B. Heselton, 
French, " Sim " Sawyer, Hurley, Strickland, 
Knight, Morrill, Lumsdcn, Vigue. Tantish, Thinge, 
Forbes, Howe, Leland, Smith, Dunham, Foster, 
and Goodwin. Some of them are strangers to me, 
as they have come here " since I've been gone." 
Ten years absence from one's own lodge brings 
many changes. Those who were boys then are 
men now. It seems strange to be privileged to 
raise my hand when the vote is called on lodge 
matters, after sitting in hundreds of lodges as a 
visitor and spectator. It is more than strange to 
speak upon questions under discussion without 
permission of the Noble Grand. But it all comes 
to me now. I am at home in old Carrabassctt 
Lodge, occupying the warden's chair. I feel like 
reversing the language of the wise men : " Once 
I was young, but now I am old." Brothers, one 
and all, I desire to introduce to your favor my 
brother, Mr. Reader, who has accompanied me on 
all my journeyings. Before we depart on this 
morning's train I desire to speak with these old 
friends on the corner at the post-office : B. F. 
Eaton, Samuel D. Arnold. Barnett Wharf, Frederick 
Hoyt, Oliver Walker, Colonel Isaac Dyer, Colonel 
A. W. Wildes, General R. B. Shepard, George and 



RETURN TO MAINE. I 27 

Ed. Page. The train is hauling up to the station. 
We must say good-by to all our friends. We are 
crossing the high bridge over the Kennebec. 
" Going ! Gone ! " We change cars at Water- 
ville, and take the lower road for 



GARDINER. 

This is a city of lumber mills. Heavy losses 
have come to the business men at various times 
by devastating fires. I have very few acquaint- 
ances here. Gardiner Lodge, No. 9, was instituted 
in 1874. It has a devoted membership. 

There have been heavy drafts upon its member- 
ship by the formation of new lodges. The old 
hall remains the same as it was six years ago ; a 
few of the pillars of the lodge are present to-night: 
Brothers White, Partridge, Robinson, Tarbox, 
Hooper, Goodrich, Spearing, Goodwin, Hayes, and 
Parnell. We spend a pleasant hour with them. 
We have only a short ride to 

HALLOWELL, 

where we will see Brothers Thomas S. Burnham 
and Charles F. Kilbrith, at the oil-cloth factory, 
and George F. White, E. E. Lehi, Arch. Camp- 
bell, and Daniel Hanscom on the street. 

Sanborn Lodge meets Thursday evening. We 
are one day too late. I recall the night of Oct. 



128 ON THE ROAD. 

5, 1882, when the lodge was instituted by Grand 
Master Silas W. Cook, of Lewiston, assisted by 
the Grand Officers and a large delegation of mem- 
bers of Asylum, Gardiner, Pejepscot, Richmond, 
and other lodges from the surrounding cities and 
towns. At the meeting of the next week follow- 
ing I was present and invited to deliver the Past 
Grand's charge to fifteen initiates. We will board 
" Jewitt's train," and go on to 

RICHMOND. 

This is a shoe manufacturing town. Quite a 
number of my friends who resided here years ago 
now make there home in California and the far 
West. Here we are at the furniture and upholstry 
store where Brother J. Clarke Flagg is employed. 
He is standing in the door conversing with Brother 
S. Reed Allen. He is beckoning to us to come 
that way. He says, " There are very few mem- 
bers of Richmond Lodge on the street in places 
of business." Most of them are employed in the 
shoe-shops. It is doubtful if we are admitted at 
working hours. We will attend the lodge meet- 
ing to-night and hear what "the boys" have to 
say about it. This is my first visit to the lodge 
in this beautiful hall. I remember well when it 
was completed and dedicated with interesting 
services. Brother Z. S. Spaulding was one of the 
leading actors on that occasion. We have a 



ALONG THE ROCK-BOGND COAST. 1 29 

pleasant little company of brothers here to-night. 
It would add greatly to the interest of the meet- 
ing if all these richly upholstered seats were oc- 
cupied by the one hundred and thirty brothers 
who hold membership in the lodge. We are glad 
to find ourselves surrounded by such a good band 
of brothers as R. E. Wood, F. J. Buker, W. A. 
Bibber, E. Marco, E. B. Webber, C. H. H. French, 
M. G. Buker, A. A. Williams, John W. Jordan, 
George O. Small, and C. F. Reed. Brother 
Jordan tells us to call at the shoe-shop down on 
the street in the morning. He will introduce us 
to Wm. PL Harlow, proprietor of the establish- 
ment, who is a brother of the Order. We have 
been kindly treated and highly favored in both 
shops, for which we thank the manager. 

Having accomplished our purposes in this part 
of the State, we will make a direct journey home, 
and rest a few days. 



Chapter XIV. 
ALONG THE ROCK-BOUND COAST. 

" We left behind the painted buoy 
That tosses at the harbor mouth, 
And madly danced our hearts with joy, 
As fast wejietted to the south." 

WERE you, Brother Reader, ever away down in 
that part of Maine so much talked of and 



I30 Otf THE ROAD. 

written about, the Eden that inspires the poet 
with song, the mid-summer home of men and 
women of high rank and wealth, the enchanted 
grounds around 

BAR HARBOR? 

The steamer leaves Railroad Wharf to-night 
at eleven o'clock. We have comfortable quarters 
for sleeping. The hours of the night will quickly 
pass while we are in the land of dreams. Hark ! 
I hear the call : " Passengers for Rockland turn 
out!" Is it possible? Five o'clock so soon ! I 
hardly realized that the boat had been moving. 
It will soon be daylight. Let us go on deck and 
look out on the blue ocean. We have come twelve 
miles. This landing is Islesboro, a new stopping- 
place on the route. See that large hotel, it was 
erected last season. Our next stopping-place is 
the historic town of Castine. Up on the high 
grounds is the Arcanian, a handsome summer 
hotel. The United States revenue cutter " Wood- 
bury" is lying off in the harbor with flying colors. 
That little village just in sight is Deer Isle. Here 
we arc coming to Sedgwick. The landing is off at 
the right. A bold sand bar makes out, obstruct- 
ing a close entrance to the town. Just ahead, as 
we are moving, you can see South West Harbor, 
and off at the right, North West Harbor, two 
thriving villages with large summer hotels. These 
are our last landing-places. The steamer is enter- 



ALONG THE ROCK-BOUND COAST. I 3 [ 

ing deep water. We are to have the company of 
the steamer " Mt. Desert." The passengers of 
both steamers are exchanging friendly greetings. 
There is to be a pleasant little contest to see which 
boat will make the landing first. It has been 
quite exciting. There go the lines of the "City of 
Richmond " ! They are received on the wharf. 
The "Mt. Desert" hauls along side. We are 
safely landed, 

" Where the stately sh'ps go in 
To the haven under the hill." 

During the months of July and August it is teem- 
ing with life and gayety. Nature has bestowed 
her best efforts in producing a perfect picture, 
upon which the eye of man never tires to gaze. 
We will enter the office of the Mt. Desert " Herald " 
and grasp the hand of my good brother, Joseph 
Wood, the editor. He can post us on all matters 
of interest concerning the place. We are too 
early in the season to see it as it will appear a 
month hence. Island Lodge numbers 120 mem- 
bers, and holds its meetings in Wood's block. We 
are one day past the night of meeting. The chief 
of police has volunteered to " drum up " the boys 
for a social chat at the hall. Brother Wood is 
leading the way to introduce them as they enter: 
Brothers Carr, Campbell, Clark, Graves, Benson, 
Harmon, Campbell, Jordan, Benner, Hodgkins, 
Milliken, Kurson, Green, Hodgkins, Herring, and 



132 ON THE ROAD. 

Jones. We have taken sweet council together in an 
old-fashioned conference meeting. It would do 
the mind and body of " the laboring class " good 
to remain in this fair land during the coming weeks 
of warm weather ; but we must be moving down 
the street to take passage on board the ferry to 
cross the bay and take the train and proceed on to 

ELLSWORTH. 

We shall remain in the city to-day and meet the 
brothers of Lejock Lodge this evening. We will 
follow the brothers up into the hall. I will take 
the seat by the secretary's desk. It is the same 
one which I occupied six years ago. Here is 
Brother J. C. Bartlett, Noble Grand; also Brothers 
Packard, Holmes, Mullan, Gould, Allen, Furber, 
and thirty others. The degree staff will show us 
fine work to-night. The boys are coming in large 
numbers to help them. 

It is Saturday morning; the rain-clouds have 
rolled away ; the sun sends forth its cheering rays. 
We will take the first train for Bangor. A short 
run brings us to 

WINTIIROP. 

We will step off here and call upon some of my 
old friends at Bailey's oil-cloth factories. Brothers 
W. H. French, Dudley, Dillingham, Towle, and H. 
A. French are at the village. Brothers C. A. Briggs, 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. 1 33 

Stowe, Titus, and Foster are at Baileyville factories. 
The four o'clock train will take us direct to Port- 
land, where we shall spend the night and arrange 
for the future. 



Chapter XV. 

VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. 

It is more than four years since I visited my 
old home in Washington County. I have arranged 
a nice little programme for a two weeks' cruise 
down in that section of the State. I am well sat- 
isfied, Brother Reader, that you are not unpleas- 
antly affected by a sea-voyage. Through the 
courtesy of E. A. Waldron, Esq., General Agent 
of the International Steamship Company, Boston, 
and W. H. Kilby, agent at Eastport, we are 
equipped for a passage on board the fine steamer 
" State of Maine," Captain Hjlyard. The steamer 
will leave her wharf at six o'clock P.M. Clerk 
LeBarron Thompson recognizes us among the 
crowd gathering about the ticket-office to secure 
rooms and berths for the night. He says, " This 
key will admit you to state-room No. 28, where 
you can make yourselves comfortable for the 
night." Thanks, Brother Thompson. The 
steamer is swinging out from the wharf. We are 



134 ON THE ROAD. 

passing Portland Light, — now rounding Cushing's 
Island. Moving farther and farther out to sea, 
wc can now just get a glimpse of the upper end 
of Peak's Island. The sun has gone down out of 
siedit. We will retire to the saloon. The hours 
of night have passed quickly while the hundreds 
of men and women on board have been sleeping 
peacefully. Let us go on deck and witness the 
glorious sunrise. The call of the breakfast gong 
is a welcome sound to the average traveller. Mr. 
J. G. Bond, the steward, is admirably fitted for the 
position he occupies so acceptably to all who en- 
joy the indispensables set forth by his head 
waiter, Mr. Charles Devereux, and his attentive 
corps of assistants. 

We are passing Lubec Narrows, and fast near- 



mg 



EASTPORT. 

" Often I think of the beautiful village 
Situated on Quoddy Bay; 
Often in thought I go up and down 
The pleasant streets of the dear old town, 
And my youth comes back to me." 

The toot of the whistle is a signal for casting 
the gang-plank. The passengers arc crowding 
their way up the wharf. Here is our friend, W. 
H. Kilby, at his desk in the office. Let us move 
" up town." How changed is everything before 
my eyes, made so by the ravages of the great fire 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. I 35 

a few years ago ! The many fine brick and wooden 
structures now occupying the sites of the old 
familiar stores and small buildings along Water 
street speak volumes for the courage and enter- 
prize of the citizens of the town. This store is 
occupied by Mr. Henry J. Reynolds. The upper 
story is the " Sentinel " newspaper and job printing 
office. The old paper was established in the year 
1 81 8. To pass it by would be like turning my 
back on an old friend who had been at my side 
from the first moment of my existence until the 
present day. Here is Editor Nutt and his typos 
busily at work " making up " this week's issue. 
"What is the significance of the initials I.O.O.F. 
on the sign on the hall? Brother Mildon , will 
you please explain? " — " It is," he says, " the hall 
of Border Lodge, which was instituted June 14, 
1 88 1. Come and see us to-night, and you will 
learn all about it." There is an interesting history 
to Odd Fellowship in this town, and, in fact, 
throughout the county. We have time for taking 
a full survey of the town. I will introduce you, 
Brother Reader, to scores of my old friends here. 
Their names are like household words to me. 
Walk up the street. Here are the Bradfords, 
Sheads, Corthell, and Gardner, Kilby Brothers, 
Pike & Kilby, Martin Bradish, a worthy ancient 
Odd Fellow. 

It is near the hour for lodge meeting. We will 
follow the multitude, — not to do evil, but for a 



136 ON THE ROAD. 

noble cause. This is a neat, coscy hall. Every- 
thing is in keeping with the life and spirit of a 
lively lodge. It is work in the second degree. 
Past Grand Mildon is master of ceremonies. 
Here is a delegation from a new lodge lately insti- 
tuted up the river. We will keep shady about 
them until we have an opportunity to fire a shot 
at " short range." 

We will now look the lodge roster over and see 
what sort of material it is composed of. Here are 
some of the names : Brothers Wallace, Lowe, 
Brooks, Palmer, Martin, Magee, Brewster, Shoppie, 
Cleveland, Moses, McDonald, Mabee, Buckman, 
and McMastcrs. There is no good reason why 
the lodge should not grow and prosper with such 
a lot of earnest, active members as these and 
eighty others. 

A SAIL UP DENNY'S RIVER. 

This is a delightful morning, with a full-sail, 
north-west breeze. Here are Messrs. York and 
Motz, skippers of the good schooners "Julia" 
and " Gertie." They are ready to invite us for a 
sail up over Cobscook Falls. It is more than 
twenty years since I last sailed on these waters. I 
note but few changes since that time. It is " slack 
tide," and the "two-hour rock" comes fully to 
view. It is the same rock which was mistaken for 
the back of a large whale, many years ago, by two 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. 1 37 

voyagers on the turbulent waters in the night-time, 
with only the pale light of the moon to discern 
surrounding objects. The adventurers had been 
imbibing freely of gin, and were looking through 
glasses darkly. When the water receded from the 
surface of the rock, one of the men took his posi- 
tion in the stern of the boat, and with a sharp axe 
dealt heavy blows on the back of the whale (?) 
and uttered encouraging words to his companions. 
" By Jove," cried he, " we'll get our winter's ile ! " 
We have now passed the whirlpools and hidden 
rocks, upon which the frail barks of numbers of 
men and women have been dashed. We are en- 
tering the Narrows, and now rounding the " Point." 
Here I get a sight of the church spire on the hill- 
top. There is the old " dock-bridge " down by 
the marsh. This is 

DENNYSVILLE, 

Brother Reader. It is only half-flood. We should 
do better to climb the rocky shore and walk to 
the village than to remain on board until eight 
o'clock. 

Brother Reader, you are now in the village 
where I was born and reared, and where I passed 
my school-boy days in full view of this beautiful 
river. Here I spent forty-six years of my life. 
Do you wonder that I am pleased to look upon 
these trees, these fields, and listen to the gurgling 



138 ON THE ROAD. 

brooks? Here is the old meeting-house. The 
foundation-stones of the old school-house on the 
hill are there; but the house itself, with the mas- 
ter's desk and the scholars' benches, are gone, and 
nearly all the boys and girls of those days are also 
gone, some never to return. 

We will walk slowly along the road. Here is 
the old shoe-maker's shop, and the little chapel, 
with the parsonage near by it. Across the field 
is the old homestead. Father, mother, sister, and 
brother are not there. 

We are invited to a seat in the carriage with the 
pastor of the village, for a few hours' drive. 
Brother Reader, did you ever visit your old home 
after many years of absence? The title that had 
been affixed to your name in manhood's years by 
strangers in distant towns and cities, now dropped, 
and you were greeted by cousins and old school- 
mates with the plain Christian name given you by 
your loving mother? 

The first one of my old friends to meet is Mr. 
Theophilus W. Allan, past fourscore years of age. 
He is the oldest inhabitant of the town. His eye 
is very little dimmed, and his natural force is not 
seemingly abated. Here is Benjamin Lincoln, 
Esq., great-grandson of General Lincoln, of Rev- 
olutionary fame. We are invited to make our rest- 
ing-place at the home of Peter E. Vose, Esq., the 
next man in a v e to Mr. Allan. This has been a 
day of pleasing events long to be remembered. 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. I 39 

There is no lodge of our Order in the village, and 
none of the citizens hold membership in any lodge. 
The Masonic fraternity is quite largely represented 
here. Rev. Mr. Whittier has been appointed 
chaplain in several of the Grand Bodies. Two 
happy weeks have passed, and we must now bid 
our friends and townsmen adieu, and prepare to 
depart. Here is Mr. Lyman K. Gardner and Mrs. 
Gardner with a two-seated carriage in waiting to 
convey us to 

PEMBROKE. 

It is a five-miles drive over a rough, hilly road. 
We are at the store of E. Wilder & Son, at the 
West Village. Mr. Bela Wilder recognizes his old 
friend, and leads the way to the house. How 
familiar that female voice sounds ! It is the aged 
mother of two sons, whose strong arms support 
her in her declining years. She leads the way to 
the sitting-room. Here I look upon the old wall 
decorations. Our mission to this town is to make 
the acquaintance of members of George Wash- 
ington Lodge, No. 123, which was instituted 
March 26, 1890, by Grand Master Hon. A. S. 
Kimball, assisted by Grand Marshal A. L. F. 
Pike, Lee, and Oliver, of Calais, Mildon and 
Wood, of Eastport, with twenty-two members of 
other lodges. We are to meet with the brothers 
in the hall to-night and aid them in conferring the 
initiatory degree on twelve candidates. The lodge 



140 ON THE ROAD. 

has made a splendid beginning, and will make a 
strong pillar in the temple of Odd Fellowship in 
Washington County. I will be greatly pleased to 
have the autographs of every brother present. It 
will be interesting to me and other brothers of the 
Order to read the names of the pioneers of the 
first lodge organized in Pembroke. Brothers, I 
invite you to write your names in my book. 
Here they are: J. A. Gilpatrick, J. W. Holland, 
Ed. E. Wilder, J. W. Hilton, E. W. Farley, 
Horace Hersey, Fred Laughton, A. G. Levey, 
Frank J. Wilder, John R. Thompson, Wm. H. 
Welch, Edward P. Wilder, Luther Lakin, Jr., 
Howard Anthony, Sullivan B. Clark, Elmer H. 
Knowlton, C. H. Phinney, D. C. Spofford, W T illiam 
A. Blackwood, and George H. Stevens. We will 
now leave the brothers to progress with their 
business. 

It is Saturday morning. The mail stage left 
the village at an early hour. There is no public 
conveyance to Eastport during the day. Our 
plan was to spend Sunday with friends on " the 
Island." Brother Reader, you don't seem to 
understand what I mean by that expression. The 
town of Eastport is built on an island, the water 
surrounding "it is Passamaquoddy Bay. We will 
either procure a team and drive down ourselves, 
or engage passage with " Cal " Gardner, the livery- 
stable man. He is at the other village. Yes, 
" Cal " will find a stowaway place for us in his 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. 141 

single-seated buggy, if we can be folded up like 
an umbrella. Here we are, tucked in as " snug as 
a bug in a rug." The fast-stepping horse has 
made the miles seem shorter than in the days of 
slow jogging along with the old farm horse. 
Here we are back again at the Bucknam House, 
to enjoy hours of rest for to-morrow's labors. 

The steamer " Charles Houghton " is at the wharf. 
It will be a pleasant excursion up the St. Croix 
River to-day, touching at St. Andrews, N.B., and 
Robbinston. 

The steamer has made a quick run. The tide is 
favorable for going above the Ledge, and we 
shall soon reach the upper landing. This is 

CALAIS, THE BORDER CITY. 

Many changes have been wrought since my last 
visit. Our first business will be to find Brother 
W. H. Nichols, treasurer of the St. Croix Cotton 
Mills Corporation. He was superintendent of 
the Maine Central Railroad Repair Shops, at 
Waterville, sixteen years ago. He has been one 
of my warmest friends all these years past. We 
will follow Brother Nichols' advice about finding 
the members of Fellowship Lodge. The hall is 
in this block, up two flights. The room is small 
and affords poor accommodations for the lodge 
and encampment. I am pleased to meet Brother 
Nichols among the members to-night. There are 



142 ON THE ROAD. 

thirty- four brethren present to assist in conferring 
second degree upon four candidates. When the 
new hall, now in progress, is completed, there 
will be ample room for rendering the work in a 
more satisfactory manner. The following brothers 
have answered to their names at roll-call : 
J. W. McAllister, W. H. Nichols, R. H. Saunders, 
Charles L. Harris, E. C. Jackson, Thomas Mc- 
Cullough, George R. Gardner, Rev. A. W. C. An- 
derson, F. P. Dunning. We will cross the toll 
bridge over the St. Croix River and spend an hour 
with our brothers " on the other side," as they say 
here. This is 

ST. STEPHEN, N.B. 

There is no lodge in this place; but a number of 
brothers are members of Fellowship Lodge. We 
will enter this candy manufactory and speak with 
Brothers L. M. Robinson and George A. Mc- 
Andrews. 

It is time to return to Calais and board the 
steamer for a passage to 

ST. JOHN, N.B., 

where the Grand Lodge of the Lower Provinces of 
B.N. A. will convene in annual session to-morrow. 
The sight of the city, as we are sailing up the 
harbor, brings fresh to my memory the time when 
I, in company with hundreds of others, came here 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. 1 43 

by steamer from Eastport to witness the appear- 
ing of Albert Edward, Prince of Wales. Since 
that time I have frequently visited the city. Let 
us walk up Prince William street, and rest awhile 
in Kings square. There is no lack of hotel 
accommodations. Some of the names are quite 
American, — Bangor House, Central House. 

We will examine the register of Queen Hotel. 
Here is the name, " Henry A. Taylor, Halifax, 
N.S." He is Grand Treasurer of the Grand Lodge 
in this jurisdiction. I must seek him out. It was 
over forty years ago when I was initiated into 
Acadia Lodge, No. 26, at Halifax, N.S., and this 
same Taylor was conductor. I think he will recall 
the events of that night. Here is the gentleman. 
I will make the first advances, and see if he 
answers to the name of Henry A. Taylor. Brother 
Reader, he is the man I have been looking for. 
We meet for the first time after forty years' sep- 
aration. Two old friends and veteran brother 
Odd Fallows. What a happy meeting ! The 
advance of time, the burdens and cares of life, 
and the weight of many years are upon us. We 
have indeed seen years, and many, many solemn 
changes have come to us. But he is, as he styles 
himself, " the same old Taylor," as mirth-pro- 
voking, joke- cracking a fellow as in the days of 
yore. Nothing suits him better, and none can do 
it with less effort than he. Well, this has been 
one of the pleasantest and happiest meetings of 



144 ON THE ROAD. 

ni}- life. Now we arc ready to accompany our 
brother, — whom we thought to be dead, and is 
alive again; " he was lost and is found," — to see 
the sights about the ancient city. 

Our visiting cards will admit us to seats in the 
Grand Lodge. Brother Taylor covets the privi- 
lege to wait upon us in the anteroom and intro- 
duce us to Grand Master Wilson and the lafgfe 
body of representatives. We are pleased to make 
the acquaintance of Brothers Theo. L. Chappell, 
J. P. Edmunds, Hon. C. H. Skinner, J. C. P. 
Frazer, and hundreds of others, who extend their 
cordial greeting. We will remain in the city one 
week to attend the meetings of Pioneer, Beacon, 
Peerless, Siloam, and Golden Rule lodges, all of 
which are enjoying a good de'gree of prosperity. 
At the different lodges we have met a large num- 
ber of earnest, fraternal brothers : Damery, J. A. 
Paul, W. C. Cristie, M.D., Andre Cushing, R. B. 
Barnes, Joseph A. Murdock, and one hundred 
and fifty- six others, who have kindly placed their 
autographs in my book. Our time is up, we must 
return to Portland, Me., and thence to 

teak's island. 

We are now justly entitled to a week of rest and 
recreation after our long journcyings. There is no 
pleasanter place to pass the time than on Peak's 
Island. We arc just in time to step on board 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. 145 

the steamer " Greenwood," with Captain Dean. 
Clerk Webber has placed seats for us near the 
pilot-house that we may have an unobstructed 
view of points along the route. We are now 
passing the " breakwater," extending far out into 
bold water. It is a master-piece of masonry 
work. Here we see Forts Preble and Gorges. 
Fort Scammel is on this small island, known as 
House Island. The work of building the strong 
battery was commenced in 1808 and closed in 
1875, for lack of appropriations by Government. 
We are now in full view of Jones' Landing. 
That large oval-roofed building is Forest City 
Rink, where roller-skating, in its day, was en- 
joyed by old and young in large measure. The 
building is now occupied by Gordon's toboggan 
chute, and other fascinating pastimes, in which 
large numbers of people participate. We are at 
the landing. Let us walk up the street. Here is 
the Peak's Island House, kept by Landlord Saw- 
yer. We shall be well accommodated and satis- 
fied with the fare he furnishes. We turn off here 
and keep the plank-walk. The high grounds give 
a grand view of the harbor, white with sails. In 
the channel are the war-ships of the North Ameri- 
can squadron. We shall hear the booning of 
their guns at morning and night. This long build- 
ing, extending far down the embankment, is Forest 
City Pavilion, where theatrical entertainments are 
given afternoon and evening. This is the en- 



1 4-6 ON Till'. ROAD. 

trance to Greenwood Garden. We have a pass 
from Manager Knowlton. We will enter the gar- 
den and visit the menagerie. The grounds are 
beautifully laid out with walks and flower-gardens. 
The steamer of the Casco Bay Line, in addition to 
the Greenwood Garden Line, make frequent trips 
daily, furnishing cheap and ample communication 
between the city and island until a late hour of 
the night. 

We will now continue our walk up the hill. 
Here we are at the top. Now cast your eyes 
about. Look to the right. There is White Head 
at the upper end of Cushing's Island. You can 
see the Ottawa House, kept by Landlord Gibson. 
At the left is Great and Little Diamond islands. 
Both are covered with neat cottages owned by 
members of the Diamond Island Association." 
They are beautiful summer resorts. Now turn 
around and get a sight of the many cottages on 
this plot of green. They are occupied by fami- 
lies from Portland and visitors from cities and 
towns throughout New England. Here are the 
Rickers, the Trues, Colesworthy, Dow, Phinney, 
Stevens, Nelson, Foss, Crabtrcc, Litchfield, and 
members of the colony. Down by the shore, 
opposite White Head, are two large buildings, the 
headquarters of the 5th and 8th Maine Regi- 
ments, where comrades and their families spend 
a portion of the season in rest and recrea- 
tion. In the woods are the campers' grounds, 



VISIT TO THE FATHERLAND. 1 47 

Camp Preble, Camp Outing, Camp Casco, Camp 
O. M.'s and O. B.'s. They are in living order. 
There is music in the air among them " oft in the 
stilly night." 

Casco Bay abounds in islands, large and small. 
Over the stone wall is land owned by the Brack- 
ets and Stirlings, decendants of the original set- 
tlers of that part of the island. Here are a num- 
ber of cosey little cottages owned by parties in 
Natick, Mass. We will now walk up Island 
avenue and get a view along the water front. 
Here are a number of large cottages. Some of 
them are constructed for comfortable winter dwell- 
ings. Here are the stores : Brackett Brothers and 
the post-office, Littlefield & Co., Melville Morse, 
J. Brewster & Co., Skillings & Brewer. Here 
is the little church on the hill. This unique cot- 
tage with a long flight of stairs in front is owned 
by Mrs. Sarah Frye, of Portland. Here is the 
high school brick building. A little beyond is 
Golden Cross Hall. 

We shall make Peak's our headquarters until 
about the middle of August, with an outing now 
and again in Cumberland County. Our first trip 
is over the mountain branch of the Maine Central 
Railroad, passing Sebago Lake, Cornish, and 
towns along the line to where we change to the 
narrow gauge road for 



I48 ON THE ROAD. 



BRIDGETON. 

Here are woollen and cotton mills. We find here 
industrious, thrifty farmers. I have many pleas- 
ant acquaintances among the members of old 
Cumberland Lodge : Brothers Gleason, Stailey, 
Chamberlan, Wight, Libby, Gibbs, and Douglass. 

A short ride will carry us to the North Village, 
where Brother Bryon Kimball, P.G.M., has a large 
furniture manufactory; P.G. W. D. Hatch, of Li- 
gonia Lodge, Portland, is employed in the paint- 
ing department. 

Here is a conveyance to take us three miles 
through the woods to the pretty little village of 

HARRISON. 

We will accept the invitation of Brother Libby to 
ride with him. It is the same old road I travelled 
years before. Here are a number of the brothers 
of Harrison Lodge, which was instituted March 
14, 1889. Brothers, will you please stand up and 
be counted? Stewart, Emery, Tarbox, Hinds, 
Pitts, Jordan, Rose, Twitchell, Thomas, Kneeland, 
and John Walker. Brother Isaac F. Berry, you 
are from Denmark, they say? We have just time 
to shake hands with the boys all round and regain 
our seats in the wagon to return to Bridgeton, 
where we will attend the lodge and spend the night. 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. I 49 

The first train leaves at an early hour; we must 
cut our stories short or " get left." The seats in 
this car are like the individual salts at the family- 
table, each person has one to himself. We are at 
the Union station ; horse-cars to the steam-boat 
landing. 



Chapter XVI. 

A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. 

" Over and over again 
My duties wait for me; 
It is travel and labor and tire, 
'Till life's journey ceases to be." 

CAN it be possible that our vacation season is 
over? Here is the programme: Start on 
journey to-morrow morning; stop in fifty-six cities 
and towns ; visit one hundred and thirty-six 
lodges. It will be a ten-months' job. 

We must lose no time in taking the 9.30 train 
over the Boston & Maine road to 

DOVER, N.II. 

This is a city of mills and business stir. It is not 
the season of the year for a large attendance at 
lodge meetings; but there is much to interest 



150 "ON THE ROAI>. 

visitors in such a thriving city. We shall stop at 
the Dover House, near the railroad station. I have 
the names of some of the members of Mount 
Pleasant Lodge whom we will call upon. The 
lodge hall is down the street, opposite the post- 
office, in the Library building. It is a large and 
handsomely fitted-up hall, owned in common by 
Mount Pleasant and Wecohamit lodges. Here 
are Brothers E. L. Currier, Charles Gray, Willis 
W. Hoyt, Reuben Nason, F. W. Stevens, Frank H. 
Cummings, and Wright B. Bunker. They have 
given us cordial greetings. If we visit the city 
again on the night of lodge meeting, we will spend 
the hour with them. 

Our next stopping-place will be 

MANCHESTER, N.H. 

Here we are at New Market Junction. The season 
is far in advance of central or eastern Maine. We 
are entering the city. The Manchester House, 
under the management of my old friend, A. M. 
Winchester, a native of Eastport, Me., formerly 
proprietor of the Maine Centrr.l Railroad dining 
hall at Portland, will be our home. We are in one 
of the finest manufacturing cities in New England. 
It has a population of more than 40,000, runs 
11,000 spindles, employs many thousand opera- 
tives. There arc 266 streets and avenues laid out at 
right angles, four public parks, and thirty public 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. 151 

halls. The Odd Fellow fraternity stands promi- 
nently among the fraternal organizations. There 
are three lodges, Hillsborough, Mechanics, and 
Wilday, numbering 1,033 members. We have 
passed pleasant hours among the brothers at all 
the lodges. 

Our watchword is " Go on ! " The train is ready 
to take us through towns and villages on to 

HAVERHILL, MASS., 

where the poet Whittier tells his story of the 
" Barefoot Boy": — 

" On Haverhill's pleasant hills there played 
Some seventy years ago, 
In turned- up trousers, battered hat, 
Patches, and freckles, and all that, 
The barefoot boy we know." 

This is the city of " soles." Making shoes is the 
chief occupation of all classes. 

In years gone by I had the opportunity to test 
the friendship of scores of men who earned their 
daily bread by the sweat of their brow. I always 
found them with hands extended, ready to perform 
kind offices. Mutual Relief and Mizpah lodges 
number 854 members. They occupy a beautiful 
hall. The membership comprises the leading 
influential business men of the city. But I must 
have some of the brothers' names for a future 
reminder of the pleasant associations during our 
five days' visit among them. Here are Brothers 



152 ON THE ROAD. 

E. H. Nichols, the printer ; Walter Aycr, the hatter ; 
Fred S. Howard, Frank B. Emery, E. Frank 
Dollof, Timothy Hues, Edgar A. Russell, Charles 
W. Webster, C. K. Russell, M. D. Malbon, B. 
Frank Holbrook, and sixty- five others, who have 
promised to purchase a neat pocket album and 
place their autographs upon its pages and forward 
it to me by mail. At some future time I may 
exhibit such a highly prized token of fraternal 
regard. To " go over the ground clean," as the 
haymakers say to the boy who rakes after the 
load, we should circle around and compass Ames- 
bury, Merrimac, Newburyport, Georgetown, 
Topsfield, and other places on the line of the 
Eastern Division of the Boston & Maine Railroad ; 
but we will leave them until the closing up of the 
happy days of our long journey. In Bible times 
the best wine was kept until the last day of the 
feast. 

As this life is made up of joy and sorrow, so is 
our daily experience. Meeting and parting, and 
must it ever be? We hope not. It is no use to 
hang our harp upon the willow and refuse to 
sing, or be unhappy, because we are on board 
the train moving out of the station with our 
baggage checked for 

LOWELL, 

the city of spindles, the home of General Butler 
and other men of public note. Here Odd Fellow- 



A LONG ROAD TO [RAVEL. 1 53 

ship flourishes. There are seven lodges, with a 
total membership of 2,151 and two lodges of 
Daughters of Rebekah. Past Grand Master Hon. 
Francis Jewett is an active member in Oberlin 
Lodge. We are pleased to meet so many brothers 
who formerly resided in Maine. Brother W. H. 
Dane, of Lincoln Lodge, has shown us much at- 
tention. We have enjoyed his company this 
evening at Highland Lodge. We shall ever re- 
member the courtesies shown us by Brothers 
Pressey, Haskell, Doyle, Bennett, Jones, Jensen, 
Robey, and Batterson. Brother Henry Wood, the 
ever faithful janitor of Odd Fellows Hall, shall have 
a place in our kind remembrances. The one hun- 
dred and forty-five names of the brothers with 
whom we have exchanged friendly greetings 
would fill the pages of a very large book if their 
autographs were after the John Hancock style of 
chirography. I will not occupy your time, Brother 
Reader, with looking over the list, as we have only 
ten minutes to get on board the train for 

LAWRENCE, 

where are cotton mills and various manufacturing 
establishments. There are two lodges, Lawrence 
and Monadnock. We meet but few brothers at 
the meeting of Lawrence Lodge. The member- 
ship is largely men of foreign birth. Monadnock 
is composed of young men, fired with zeal. We 



154 ON THE ROAD. 

have greatly enjoyed meeting with them to-night 
This is a fine block. It is the property of the 
lodge, occupied by lodges, encampment, and a 
Rebekah degree lodge. On the second floor is 
a large reading-room and library. Brother Tom 
Watts, the janitor of the building, is the first to 
place his autograph in my book. He is followed 
by Brothers Eastman, Cole, Hooper, Henderson, 
Bonney, Warren, Fattershall, Chaney, Anderson, 
and a dozen others. 

The time is drawing near for the great event in the 
history of Massachusetts Odd Fellowship, laying 
the corner-stone of the Odd Fellows Home at 

WORCESTER, MASS., 

a booming city of 85,000 souls. It is the heart 
of the Commonwealth. The census reports show 
there are 1,500 or more Maine people residing 
within its limits, occupying positions of trust and 
responsibility among the successful business men 
and mechanics. There are five lodges, Quinsiga- 
mond, Worcester, Central, Ridgely, and Anchoria, 
having a total membership of 1,661. Mt. Vernon 
and Wachusett encampments have 700 members ; 
Worcester, Canton, Patriarch, Militant has 125 
chevaliers. Queen Esther and Noami lodges, 
Daughters of Rebekah, have 800 members. The 
lodges and encampments occupy halls on Pearl, 
Pleasant, and Front street, with excellent accom- 
modations. 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. 1 55 

One of the pleasant and best appointed institu- 
tions connected with Worcester Odd Fellowship 
are the rooms of the Shaffner Society on Main 
street, a suite of three or more commodious upper 
rooms, in this large block, fitted up and furnished 
in fine style with library and reading-room, billiard 
hall and smoking-room. Everything connected 
with it is for the convenience and comfort of the 
members of the society, — Odd Fellows only, — 
who are entitled to the privileges by the payment 
of a regularly established entrance fee and yearly 
assessment. In these rooms the members of the 
different lodges mingle and exchange the greet- 
ings of the fraternity. 

The location of the Home in Worcester, and 
the grand demonstration connected with the laying 
of the corner-stone, has awakened a lively interest 
in the resident members and put new life into all 
branches of the order, and has induced large num- 
bers of worthy men to enter the circle of the great 
and honorable brotherhood. 

We will make the city our headquarters for a 
number of weeks. I have secured nice rooms at 
146 Main street. To-night we will attend the 
meeting of Quinsigamond Lodge. The initiatory 
first and second degrees are to be conferred upon 
His Honor Francis A. Harrington, mayor of the 
city. There are 230 members present. Every 
inch of space in the large hall is occupied. The 
work has been finely performed by a thoroughly 



156 ON THE ROAD. 

drilled degree staff, fully up to the mark of per- 
fection, in point of accuracy. 

The memorable day, October 8th, has dawned 
upon us. Thousands of people from all parts of 
the State are crowding into the city to take in or 
witness the magnificent pageant. The sky be- 
tokens rain, and now, just as the unbroken column 
of chevaliers, patriarchs, lodge members, Daughters 
of Rebekah, and high officials in carriages, are 
moving down Main street, displaying showy uni- 
forms and regalias with banners spread, and the 
music of many bands floating on the air, the 
clouds part, and the fast falling rain reverses the 
programme. This is a vivid picture of human life. 
In the words of the Scottish bard, " The best laid 
plans of mice and men gang aft agley." 

The corner-stone of the Home has been fittingly 
laid, and the visitors are fast leaving the city. 
You and I, Brother Reader, are ready to return to 
our beds. On the morrow we will lay out a route, 
and, first of all, we will take in 

WESTBORO'. 

Here we are in a busy manufacturing town. 
The lodge hall is near by the railroad station. 
The boys say this is " the day after," not the 
Concord fight ; but the long march up there 
and back. Not very much can we expect of them 
after such a hard day's experience. Notwithstand- 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. I 57 

ing the weary limbs and the drooping eyelids, we 
meet a goodly number at the lodge, with Brother 
George L. Smith, Noble Grand, to despatch the 
business. The evening has passed pleasantly. 
Hockomock Lodge exhibited a noticeable charac- 
ter among its members on the day of the grand 
parade in Worcester. It was the " Big Injun," a 
fine representation of the red-skin tribe, in savage 
war paint and feathers. Some of the uninitiated 
thought him to be a native of the wilds of Maine, 
for sure, when he was following the trail of the 
pale face brothers, watching the progress of 
civilization, and feeling the benign influences of 
friendship and love. The brothers here to-night 
have " let the cat out of the bag." We are sur- 
prised to learn that the bright young brother who 
occupies the venerable warden's chair was the 
self-same " Injun." We have had a jolly time 
among the brothers, and will not detain them with 
any long stories, as they are ready to close the 
lodge and go to their homes to make up for 
lost time, in the land of pleasant dreams. 

Brother A. D. White, janitor of the hall, desires 
us to call upon him early in the morning. He 
will escort us about the town. We shall spend 
the night at the Whitney House, with Landlord 
W. J. Taft, a worthy brother. 

We are prompt on the hour, Brother White, 
ready for a walk with you. We desire to join 
hands with every brother we may meet in our 



I 5<S ON THE ROAD. 

travels. Here is George L. Smith, Noble Grand; 
and now we meet Brothers Achorn, Edwards, 
Easton, Freeman, Hasty, Turner, Leighton, Ayer, 
Cutting, Jordan, Tufts, Powers, Ainsworth, Bridgh, 
Browne, Martin, and forty others. We shall be at 
Lincoln square to take the 1.36 train for 

MARLBORO'. 

It will be quite a long journey. We have to 
change at Clinton Junction. The time has passed 
quickly. Yes, this is the hotel we were advised to 
stop at. It is only a step from the depot. We 
will register and secure comfortable quarters for 
the night. The hall of Marlboro' Lodge is a little 
way up the street. It is near the hour of meet- 
ing. Here are Brothers Hastings, Bill, Charlton, 
and Brigham enjoying a social game in the ante- 
room. They " throw up their hands " to take 
ours, and say, " Welcome, brothers !" This is a 
magnificent hall, one of the best we have entered 
in the State. The boys say there is no work or 
special business to attend to. It is decided to fill 
up the time with familiar talk, Brother Cook to 
start the ball in motion ; Brothers Berry, Ed. 
Bryham, Andrews, Clifford, Woods, Hart, Jones, 
and George F. Nelson to follow. 

Brother George H. Bill has consented to show 
us about town to-morrow, " if the rain holds off.' 
It is a good and pleasant thing to behold the sun 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. I 59 

this morning. We leave town to-day on the 10.30 
train and go directly on to 

LEOMINSTER, MASS. 

Perhaps it will be well to step into the meat 
market and inquire of the man attired in white 
where we can obtain a good " square meal." It 
is Brother J. W. Stewart, a member of Iuka Lodge, 
No. 311, Kansas. He says, "Any one who 
knows you to be strangers will take you in." Yes, 
my good brother, there is many a poor fellow in 
this world who has been taken in among strangers. 
Brother Stewart makes known another fact, that 
"the woods are full of them." He would have us 
understand that there are over two hundred and 
thirty Odd Fellows, members of Leominster 
Lodge. Having supplied the wants of the inner 
man, we will call on Brother F. S. Farnsworth, 
Noble Grand, L. M. Blood, and H. E. Burrage. 
We will be at the hall early and speak a word 
with Brother W. F. Watkins, the Secretary. What 
has called out so many brothers to-night? Con- 
ferring degrees ; official visit of the District Deputy 
Grand Master and suite ; and the report of the 
committee on ways and means for fitting and 
furnishing the new hall now in progress of build- 
ing. The hands of the clock point to twelve, and 
still the talk goes on, Brothers Blood, Turnbull, 
Haywood, Garland, and twenty-five others, express 
their opinions on the debatable questions. 



l6o ON THE ROAD. 

A few miles farther on the line of the railroad 
we have travelled over is the city of 

FITCHBURG, 

a great railroad centre with many attractions. We 
can "take in" Mount Roulstone Lodge to-night by 
cutting short our stay in this place. This is my 
first visit to the city. Have you spent any time 
here, Brother Reader? It is quite a smart city, 
and has 22,000 population. This is a steep hill 
from the station. Odd Fellows Hall is in this 
brick block. See the " I. O. O. F." over the en- 
trance. Here is Brother N. C. Upham's name on 
this sign. We will ascend the stairs and introduce 
ourselves to him. Very courteous and communi- 
cative, wasn't he? Brother F. L. Drury is in the 
grocery store on the opposite corner. He directs 
us to continue down the street, take the first street on 
the left, and call at Dr. E. Luscomb's residence. 
The doctor is Noble Grand this term. He answers 
the bell. He suspects we are in want of professional 
services. He will be surprised when we make known 
the real object of our visit. I will show him my 
visiting-card with the long array of lodges and 
signatures of secretaries indorsed on it. He will 
soon understand that it is not pills or physic we 
are wanting, but something more palatable to the 
taste and less troublesome to retain on the stomach. 
He assures us, with his open right hand, that there 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. l6l 

will be no difficulty in gaining admission within the 
walls of Mount Roulstone Lodge to-night. We 
will now call at the machine-shop and see Brother 
F. E. Brown, secretary of the lodge, and Brother 
F. D. Tuttle, permanent secretary, at the railroad 
freight-office. 

There is a large attendance of brothers at the 
lodge ; over eighty have taken seats in the hall 
before the lodge is open. There is a lively interest 
in conferring the third degree. Past Grand G. C. 
F. Gillis is master of ceremonies, assisted by 
brothers of the degree staff. The work has been 
rendered in a manner not excelled by any lodge in 
the State which we have visited. There were a 
number of new features introduced in dramatic 
work which I have never witnessed before ; and 
the occasion has been one of rare enjoyment to 
me. Does it strike you that way, Brother Reader? 
Brothers Osgood, French, Strout, and forty others 
of you, please place your names in my book. 

We have only a step across the street to the 
Drury House. We must be up "betimes" in the 
morning to take the first train for 

CLINTON. 

This must be a local-option town or city, if I am 
able to interpret the meaning of the word 
" lager." Everything about the town exhibits 
signs of business activity and thrift. To start 



1 62 ON THE ROAD. 

right we must " get advices " from a brother Odd 
Fellow. I remember now the name of one men- 
tioned by a brother of Ridgely Lodge. Here it 
is on the sign, in front of this jewelry store — 
"Joseph F. Bartlett." We will enter and try him. 
He answers the challenge with hand and voice. 
We have found a brother and a friend. There is 
"a ring" in almost all lodges, so it is said. It 
would be a strange thing if we did not find a ring 
in a jewelry store. Here seems to be one made 
up of Brothers Bartlett, James, A. C. Adams, 
E. P. Sawtell, S. W. Tyler, Warren Goodale, and 
S. Rolla Carter. It is best to go on the street, 
invite more brothers, and make the ring 
larger. Here arc Brothers F. A. Sawyer and A. 
E. Jewett, knights of the razor. This is a very 
respectable ring. It is studded with the precious 
stones of 

"F. L. T." 

There are two lodges in the city, Lancaster and 
Clinton, each doing work in advancing the cause 
of the Order, growing in membership, and pros- 
perous. We shall remain in town a few days, 
and make a business of interviewing the brothers. 
While I am taking a stroll about town, you, 
Brother Reader, can make yourself comfort- 
able in the hair-dressing rooms over the post- 
office, and place yourself in the hands of the 
scientific tonsorial artist, Brother Jewett. Brother 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. 1 63 

Sawyer, the proprietor, sends you his compliments. 
He says : — 

"Draw near, my friend, and listen to it, 
The wonders of ' Al.' E. Jewett; 
He shaves so clean and cuts so nice, 
Will brush you down in just a trice, 
With water hot and razors keen; 
Walk in, my friend, he'll shave you clean." 

Well, Brother Reader, we have been separated for 
some little time. I am curious to know how you 
fared at the hands of the knight of the razor. 
Shaved you clean, didn't he? 

" So clean he'll shave, that you will find 
Not even the skin he'll leave behind." 

I have " struck a bonanza." See ! here are 
one hundred and thirty-seven names of brothers 
who have purchased copies of "Binding of the 
Links." 

You are at liberty to look the list over at any 
time ; but we must bid adieu to the good brothers 
and return to Worcester, again to leave a pleasant 
home and part with kind friends, to make a con- 
tinuous journey into the western section of the 
State, stopping first at 

MILLBURY, MASS., 

six miles out, on the line of the Boston & Albany 
road. The icy streets remind us that " the wicked 



164 ON THE ROAD. 

stand on slippery places." I will engage a pas- 
sage with the mail-carrier. He says we will find 
"a Hood feller" in the laundry, around in Post- 
Office square. I will rap on the door. Hark ! a 
voice within calls, "Who comes there?" — "We 
are pilgrims and strangers, in search of food and a 
comfortable shelter for the night." It is Brother 
Stone, Noble Grand. He is leading the way to 
an inn. Do you see that bright light, Brother 
Reader, on the opposite side of the street, shining 
through the transparency, bearing the words, 
" Morning Star Lodge, I.O.O.F. Welcome Vis- 
itors"? Here are a few of the faithful gathered 
in the audience-room at this early hour. They 
little expected to have visitors come into their 
circle to-night. Small attendance; no work or 
special business to occupy the time. Albeit there 
are seeming discouragements, the meeting has 
been one of interest to all present. It has been 
what a family should be, — harmonious, and every 
member active in promoting brotherly love and 
the welfare of his fellow-man. Let us have your 
hands, Brothers Maxwell, Powers, Edgar S. Stone, 
Scarles, Dean, Cudworth, Bolster, Barron, Van 
Ostrand, Goss, Coffin, and a dozen others, before 
we separate for the night. 

While stopping at Worcester, I met a stranger 
standing on the corner of Main and Front streets, 
one pleasant September day. On his vestment 
were the modest three golden links. I had no 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. 1 65 

difficulty in ascertaining his name, his place of 
residence, and his occupation. It was Brother 
J. M. Newton, a worthy Odd Fellow. He was 
greatly interested in the grand event then soon to 
take place, — laying the corner-stone, in which, 
he said, " The members of Good Will Lodge will 
take an active part." He invited me to visit the 
stirring town of 

SPENCER. 

It is on the direct line of the railroad, a few 
miles from Millbury. Will you accompany me, 
Brother Reader? I remember Brother Newton's 
saying that he occupied the office over the post- 
office, with A. W. Curtis, Esq. This is a " pointer " 
for us. We have only to find out in what direction 
the post-office is from the railroad station, and we 
will come out all right. Here are the names on the 
door, "A. W. Curtis, Attorney-at-Law ; J. M. New- 
ton, Deputy Sheriff." We are in a way to obtain 
legal advice, and be taken care of , should we go 
wrong. I will break the ice and address the gen- 
tleman seated at the desk. " Is this Mr. Curtis ? " — 
"That is my name. What do you desire?" — " We 
are members of the ' chain gang,' and desire 
to find the headquarters of Good Will Lodge." 
Ah ! this is not only Lawyer Curtis, but a brother 
and a friend. He directs us to the house of Mrs. 
Slayton, a Daughter of Rebekah, where we may 
be accommodated with agreeable entertainment. 



1 66 ON THE ROAD. 

Now we arc well fixed, and free to look about the 
town. Here is "the largest shoe manufacturing 
establishment in the world," so they say. It is 
near the hour for lodge meeting. Here are fifty 
or more brothers in the hall, and more to follow. 
Here is District Deputy Grand Master C. E. Olney 
and suite. They have come to inspect the work. 
The staff are preparing to confer the second degree. 
It is past eleven o'clock, and the business of the 
lodge is not finished. Brother Reader, you and I 
had better retire ; we may be locked out for the 
night. Yes, the door is bolted. I will ring the 
bell. There is no response. Ring again. I hear 
footsteps. It is the voice of a female speaking. 
She asks, "Who are you? Where do you come 
from at this late hour of night? " I will give her 
a token. It is all right. " The door is open," she 
says ; " enter, patriarchs." The rising-bell has not 
a welcome sound this morning, when one is so 
tired and weary with the toils of life. 

" What though we're tired, my heart and I? 
It matters not, there's more to come; 
We must live on, we cannot die, 
Must rise and gird our armor on." 

I have left my book containing the autographs 
of Brothers Curtis, Knowlton, White, Bacon, Wat- 
son, J. M. Newton, and twenty-five others, in the 
hall. I must hasten and get it before we go to 
the station to take the train for 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. 1 67 



WARREN. 

It has been a short and pleasant ride. Here we 
are in the heart of the village. The direction in 
my note-book reads : " Call at Tarbell Brothers, 
clothing, on Main street." Here is the place. 
This young man must be Mr. George E. Tarbell. 
He answers to the name. He introduces us to 
Brothers D. E. Grand, E. L. Fosket, and H. S. 
Howe. This must be the headquarters for the 
brothers. I have a constant reminder — a corn — 
that "Jordan is a hard road to travel." So we 
will be content to rest until the shades of night 
appear and the lights burn brightly in the lodge 
hall. It is a neat, cosey room, fitted up in the third 
story of the town hall. There is- no work to-night, 
and but few members present. We are pleased 
to meet such warm-hearted brothers as Holly, 
Price, Nash, Adams, Graham, Pendergrast, Sime, 
Sweetzer, Moore, Nichols, Drake, and Smith. 

It is morning. We are told to " Make haste ! 
speed ! stay not! " for the train is moving out of 
the station. It is the train that will take us to 

PALMER, 

The adage, " a miss is as good as a mile," may be 
consoling when one has had a hairbreadth escape 
from being killed ; but this getting on board the 
train " by the skin of the teeth " is not at all a 



1 68 ON THE ROAD. 

pleasant or a safe thing to do ; but, thanks to a 
kind Providence, we are here all right, and are 
rushing along at full speed. The journey has 
been pleasant and safe. It is dangerous crossing 
this net-work of rails and sleepers while puffing 
locomotives are moving about in every direction. 
There is a safe way by the overhead bridge, a few 
steps below the station. Let us inquire at this 
store for Brother C. A. Royes. He recommends 
us to Brother Harraman's house for comfortable 
lodgings. Brother H. is a member of Hampden 
Lodge, Springfield. We will find excellent fare 
at Brother George F. Hill's restaurant down the 
street, near the railroad crossing. Brother W. B. 
Ham will show us about the town. The first store 
we enter is Ed. Goodie's, the man of soles ; a 
whole-souled Odd Fellow he is, too. Here are 
Brothers McQuid, Patrell, and Harrison. We will 
continue down the street, call at all the stores and 
shops, and speak a word with Brothers Clark, 
Marcy, Millard, Robinson, Conant, Richardson, 
and a host more of them. It is now time to 
return for dinner. Here is Brother and Mrs. 
Bennett, the guests of Brother Hill, from 
Kcene, N.H. Our work in this town is about 
finished. We will look inside the lodge hall, 
and take in its length and breadth. 

We have had fifteen miles' ride this beautiful 
morning. Soon we shall arrive at the emporium 
of Western Massachusetts, 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. 1 69 



SPRINGFIELD. 

Odd Fellows block is in the upper part of the 
city. We can readily find C. W. Mutell & Co.'s 
headquarters. It is in the Odd Fellows build- 
ing. Here is the new post-office building. I 
see Brother Mutell's office from this corner. 
We will walk over. Good-morning, Brother Mu- 
tell ; glad to meet you. Allow me to introduce 
you to my brother and friend, Mr. Reader. We 
are here for the purpose of taking in all we can 
that is good in your booming city. Our first 
business is to secure a comfortable home. Brother 
Mutell recommends the Vendome. That name 
is high-sounding to us ; but we will accompany 
the brother who kindly offers to escort us to the 
house and introduce us to Mrs. Blackman, the 
landlady. We are assigned pleasant rooms. 

I have business at the Western Union Tele- 
graph office. Here is Grand Master Henry 
Denver. He recognizes me as the veteran Odd 
Fellow who was introduced to the Grand Lodge in 
this jurisdiction, February 13, 1890, by Grand 
Instructor Price. There are four flourishing 
lodges in the city : Hampden, Amity, Morning 
Star, and De Soto. We shall remain here a week, 
or longer, and visit them all. Hampden, Amity, 
and Morning Star lodges occupy the hall in Odd 
Fellows building. De Soto has a hall farther 
down the street. This is my first visit to lodges 



I/O ON THE ROAD. 

in this city. I have been greatly interested in the 
work of conferring the second degree this even- 
ing. There were one or more of the members 
of the original degree staff of De Soto Lodge on 
the floor. 

I ask a favor of the brothers to place their 
names in my book. Grand Master Henry Den- 
ver is the first. Here follows A. L. Pease, Noble 
Grand ; S. W. White, Secretary ; John Lobsitz, 
Treasurer; F. A. Barbour, V L. Owen, M.D., 
Frank L. Leonard, Fred H. Colton, Past Grands; 
and a number of others. If we had the time we 
could gather sufficient statistics to fill a volume 
equal in size to Webster's Unabridged Dictionary. 
I had in mind the name of Rev. Marion Crosley, 
formerly pastor of the Church of the Messiah, 
Portland, Me., now settled over the Universalist 
church in this city. We will visit him at his 
home before leaving this morning. 

We can pass an enjoyable evening with the 
members of Tokoa Lodge, 

WEST SPRINGFIELD. 

It is a short ride on the street-cars to that town. 
Here are a goodly number of the brothers. They 
have come from the labors of the day : engi- 
neers, firemen, mechanics, workmen in machine- 
shops, foundries, and various places of industry. 
They are men possessing honest hearts. Brother 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. I 7 1 

Seymour is the first to head the list. He is followed 
by A. A. Lewis, E. F. Brann (formerly of Gardiner, 
Me.), C. A. Palmer, E. A. Adams, N. A. Tink- 
ham, and Robert G. Peterson. We are greatly 
obliged to the brothers for their kind attention. 

This is an off night for lodge meetings in the 
city. We had better follow the suggestion of 
Grand Master Denver, and go to 

CHICOPEE FALLS. 

The weather is not propitious for a large attend- 
ance at Chicopee Lodge ; but this seems to be the 
only opportunity for visiting the brothers in that 
village. We go by train. The lodge hall is up 
the street, near where the light is shining. Here 
comes the janitor with a lantern and keys. He 
will open the door. He asks our names and 
where we come from. Brother Markman gives us 
a cordial welcome, says he is afraid there will not 
be many of the brothers out to-night; there is no 
work. He has despatched a messenger to go out 
into the " highways and hedges " to invite the 
brothers to come in that we may have a happy 
meeting. See ! Before the hour for opening the 
lodge, there are many more brothers present than 
often " show up " in lodges with fourfold larger 
membership than it, unless it be at a banquet. 
The brothers, one and all, have done their part 
toward filling to the brim our cup of joy. Such 



172 ON THE ROAD. 

acts of good-will as these brothers have per- 
formed go far toward smoothing the rough places 
along life's highway. In order that we may not 
get them mixed with the hundreds of others, I 
will ask " the boys " to give me their autographs. 
R. D. Earle, T. E. Bigelow, W. H. Hamilton, L. 
I. Gibbs, Thos. J. Schofield, James H. Loomis, 
J. Cowperthwa'te, L. R. Wright, Thomas Ed- 
wards, and Geo. D. Bartlett. 

We are now about to make our last visit to 
lodges in this part of the State. It is a cold, 
rainy day, November 17. We would gladly 
remain in our comfortable quarters in the city; 
but every day brings its labors and responsibil- 
ities. We feel obliged to journey on to 

WESTFIELD, 



a town of wide-spread reputation among Odd 
Fellows in the New England States. Here is the 
home office of the Odd Fellows' Fraternal Ac- 
cident Association of America. Brother H. N. 
Kingsbury is secretary and treasurer of the asso- 
ciation. He is also Noble Grand of Woronaco 
Lodge. We will call at his office. The lady at 
the desk says, " Brother Kingsbury started for 
Springfield a short time ago, by private team, in 
company with a friend, to hear Professor Stanley 
speak this evening." It would be pleasant to find 
comfortable quarters where we could rest until the 



A LONG ROAD TO TRAVEL. I 73 

hour of lodge meeting. Here is an Odd Fellow; 
we will make our wishes known to him. He says, 
" If you do not care to put up at the Metropolitan, 
home-like accommodations can be had for the 
night at number 27 Main street, Mrs. Smith's 
boarding-house. We will inquire. Yes, Mrs. 
Smith and her daughter will furnish us with the 
best their house affords. Who could do more? 
What is more enjoyable for a man who has seen 
years and experienced many changes, away from 
his home and family, than a seat in the large rock- 
ing-chair facing the bright open fire, with interest- 
ing literature at hand? 

There is a small attendance at the lodge. Vice- 
Grand James L. Smith conducts the business of 
the meeting. It will be pleasant to read the 
names of the brothers who have received us so 
cordially. I will detain them a few moments at 
the close of the meeting and request them to use 
the pen. Here, Brother Henry Randall, please 
start the ball. Next come Dr. Caswell, Wm. Al- 
stram, Wm. McGiven, H. B. Norton, L. H. Dicky, 
H. S. Pierce, F. P. Coase, F. W. Bosworth, and 
James L. Smith. Westfield Lodge meets on Fri- 
day night; but we cannot visit the brothers at this 
time, as we must return to Springfield this morn- 
ing, after calling upon Brother Kingsbury. Mrs. 
George Smith, our landlady, desires to place her 
name in my book. We are pleased to have its 
pages graced by the name of the hospitable 
" mother in Israel." 



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Chapter XVII. 

LITTLE RIIODY, AND HOMEWARD 
BOUND. 

We will purchase tickets at this station for a 
through passage to 

PROVIDENCE, R. I. 

Our route is over the same ground as we travelled 
all the way from Worcester. It is the fast express. 
We shall make but few stops on the way. This is 
Woonsocket. A short time will bring us to our 
objective point. Here we are, entering the station. 
We will cross the square and walk up Exchange 
street. It is near the hour for supper. Let 
us go into this dining-room. Here is my good 
brother, Lindsay Anderson, looking as he did 
years ago. He has changed his quarters. I 
think the present location is better than the other 
up on the street. Here is Brother Peter Trumpler, 
Deputy Grand Master of the jurisdiction. 

We will find excellent fare at Brother Anderson's 
tables. We have secured comfortable rooms up 
town. Now everything is all right for business. 

There are nineteen lodges in the city and suburbs, 
with over 2,600 members. Two lodges meet on 
Monday night, seven on Tuesday, four on Wednes- 



LITTLE RHODY, AND HOMEWARD BOUND. I 75 

day, three on Thursday, and three on Friday. Six 
of the lodges meet in Odd Fellows Hall, 97 Wey- 
bosset street. There are other halls: one at 192 
and one at 146 Westminster street, in the Conrad 
building, in Lyceum building, at 373 High street, 
at 18 Chalkston avenue, in Unity Hall, South 
Providence, in Academy avenue, in Elks Hall, and 
in North Main street. We will need a guide to 
find them all. 

This is Wednesday evening. Roger Williams 
Lodge meets at 97 Weybosset street. We will go 
there. Perhaps I may see some of my brothers 
of former days. Yes, here is Brother W. H. T. 
Mosley, treasurer of the lodge. He still holds 
the offices of Grand Secretary and Grand Scribe 
in the Grand bodies. Past Grand Master Lindsey 
Anderson is always present, and just as interested 
in the affairs of the lodge to-day as when I met 
here years ago. We are pleased to make the ac- 
quaintance of George T. Kilner, Noble Grand. 

Let us look over the names of the lodges we 
have visited : Roger Williams, Eagle, Olive 
Branch, Canonicus, Hope, James Wood, Swarts, 
Pilgrim, North Star, Friendly Union, Westminster, 
Manufacturers', and Mayflower. I have two hun- 
dred and sixty-three autographs of the brothers. 
Here are some of them : Wm. R. Dutemple, 
P.G.M.; Eugene H. Lincoln, P. G.M. ; Lester S. 
Hill, P.G.M.; Hollis M. Coombs, P.G.M. ; Edwin 
A. Beasley, P.G.P. ; Fred A. Gay, F. C. Balcom. 



IjG ON THE ROAD. 

We cannot soon forget the enjoyable hour we 
passed in Pilgrim, Swarts, James Wood, and 
Westminster lodges. The boys of Pilgrim 
Lodge, on the hill, made our visit one of pleasure. 
They were " glad to have us come." Although 
but few in numbers, they possessed hearts throb- 
bing with kind emotions. Please examine the list 
of names of the brothers present that evening: 
Hoffers, Cook, Gore, Robinson, Addy, Martin, 
Tyler, Fenner, Homer, Cox, and Lewis. 

I was glad to meet so many of the brothers of 
Swarts Lodge who remembered me so kindly at 
the time of my visit among them three years be- 
fore : Giddings, Wilson, Devon, Griswold, John- 
son, Wood, and others. Do you remember the 
jubilee " the boys " of Westminster Lodge had the 
night we met them in Conrad building? They 
took the business into their own hands. There 
were thirty-five present. Brother W. A. Viall sat 
me down near the secretary's desk, and took pos- 
session of the contents of my grip. He declared 
he would not leave a copy of " Binding of the 
Links" unsold. He was as good as his word, 
for before the Noble Grand called the lodge to 
order every book was disposed of, and he had 
orders for more copies to be filled the next day. 

When such brothers as Johnson, Gardner, Holt, 
Cranston, Potter, Creswcll, and thirty others get 
started on a raid, it requires something more than 
an average stripling to stop them. It was on the 



LITTLE RHODY, AND HOMEWARD BOUND. I 77 

evening of December 2d when James Wood 
Lodge had the brothers of Swarts and Park Hill 
lodges for its guests, in the beautiful Academy 
Hall. The spread furnished by James Wood was 
befitting an embassy of dukes and lords. Brothers 
Colvin, McCarthy, Doten, James, and Past Grand 
Master Coombs entertained the jovial company 
with pleasing talk. We have nearly finished up 
our work in this city. It is best for us to visit 
that other younger blooming city of 

PAWTUCKET. 

The horse-cars will take us near the hall of Good 
Samaritan Lodge. I remember meeting with the 
brothers in 1882. Yes, here is the same room I 
was in eight years ago. Here is the big stove, 
and the seats along the wall where the boys sat 
and enjoyed their smoke. Here are the stairs 
leading up to the hall above. Everything comes 
fresh to my memory. I wonder if any of these 
brothers standing by the stove will remember me. 
I will introduce myself to them. Here are Broth- 
ers Fisk, Washburn, Barney, Stoddard, Daven- 
port, Eastman, Peterson, and fifteen others. 
Some of the younger ones have come in since I 
was here. It is election of officers. Brother 
Charles Barnes is Noble Grand. There does not 
appear to be very much fighting for the offices. 
The warden has about all that there is to do in 



178 I >\ THE ROAD. 

casting the ballot of the lodge. The business of 
the meeting has been quickly despatched, and we 
are just in time to take the car back to Provi- 
dence. 

\\ e have made our last visit to lodges in this 
city. We will go to Pawtucket to-night and meet 
with the brothers of Enterprise Lodge. The 
streets will be in better condition for pedestrians 
than when we travelled them one week ago. The 
hall of Enterprise Lodge is down the street in 
that tall brick block with the clock on the tower. 
We are a little early, but the door is not locked. 
Here is a dim light. It will be nice and comfort- 
able by the hot coal fire. We have a good view 
of this part of the city by gaslight. The post- 
office building is being remodelled and greatly 
improved. Listen ! I hear footsteps on the stairs. 
The door opens. It is Brother P. A. Moon, also 
Azariah Fiske, G. M. Woodward, L. F. Butler, 
Noble Grand, and a dozen others. It is election 
of officers. Quite an interesting and animated 
time. We should be pleased to remain with you, 
brothers, but circumstances make it necessary for 
us to retire before the lodge is regularly closed. 
This is our last night in Rhode Island. We are 
sorry to leave the State and the many kind broth- 
ers whom we have met. We hope to meet you 
and hundreds of others again before many winters 
have passed. Good-night, brothers ! We will re- 
turn to our headquarters, take account of stock, 



LITTLE RHODY, AND HOMEWARD BOUND. I 79 

speak the parting words with whatever brothers 
we may chance to meet, and take the early train 
for 

TAUNTON, MASS. 

This is a city of 25,448 population, with numerous 
furnaces and many manufacturing establishments. 
We find but few loafers about the street-corners 
here. All who have a disposition to work can 
find employment. The people are of the stirring 
kind. "Progress" is their watchword. I have 
no personal acquaintances in the city. The only 
name that would sound familiar, if I should hear 
it spoken, is Leander Gifford, permanent secretary 
of King Philip Lodge. In 1882 I sent out sample 
copies of the "Odd Fellows' Register" to the 
secretaries of lodges throughout the New England 
States. In response to my request for brothers of 
lodges to interest themselves in increasing the 
circulation of the " Register," I received a letter 
from Brother Gifford, of this city, enclosing a list 
of subscribers and a money-order for the payment 
of the yearly subscription. This created a friendly 
correspondence, and frequent letters passed be- 
tween us. The " Register " was favored from time 
to time with interesting communications on matters 
connected with Odd Fellowship in its different 
branches. 

I do not know where to find the brother; but 
I do not apprehend there will be any great diffi- 



ISO ON TIFF. ROAD. 

culty in the matter. Here is a grocery store. 
The names on the sign are " Gilford & Horton." 
We may be able to learn the whereabouts of the 
Gifford we are in pursuit of. Jnst so ! The 
young man says, " Leander is my father." He is 
a machinist, employed by a large manufacturing 
company. His house is on Cohannet street. I 
really believe I shall know the brother at sight. 
That is the gentleman advancing towards us. "Is 
this Brother Gifford I address?" — " Yes, sir, that 
is my name." — "Well, to go farther, do you re- 
member the name of the editor of the ' O. F. 
Register,' when that journal was published in 
Portland, Me.?" — "Oh, yes. It was Brother 
Kilby." — " You now have him by the hand." We 
follow him to the house near by. This is the 
home of a kind brother and his wife, a Daughter 
of Rebekah. He says we are to make it our 
home while we remain in the city. A quiet rest 
on the sofa before the fire will conduce more to 
the comfort and enjoyment of a weary traveller 
suffering from a torturing headache than wander- 
ing about the streets of a strange city. Good 
Samaritan Lodge meets this evening. We have 
Brother Gifford to show us the way and introduce 
us. Here are a wide-awake lot of " boys." Brother 
W. F. Jennsine is round among them. He is 
preaching a short sermon to Brothers Vinecombe, 
Winslow, Porter, Whitters, Elliott, and others. 
There is work in conferring the second and third 



LITTLE RIIODY, AND HOMEWARD BOUND. l8l 

decrees on a number of candidates. We will not 
remain late. " Brother Jennsine, you will please 
convey our kind regards to the brothers in open 
lodge, and invite as many of them as can make 
it convenient to attend King Philip Lodge, Thurs- 
day evening." We agree to give them a pleasing 
entertainment. "Brother Gifford, we are prepared 
to retire with you to find rest under the patri- 
arch's tent." This is a disagreeable, rainy morning. 
Our plans for " doing the town " are frustrated. 
Perhaps we may dodge out between showers and 
see some of the brothers. Here is Frank P. 
Elliott, A. W. Hall, J. C. Barstow, L. S. Walker, 
C. E. Jones, and S. H. Soule. I have the names 
of forty-seven in my book. 

Glad to see the clouds rolling by; we shall have 
a fine evening for our meeting. Brother Gifford 
proposes that we take a street-car and ride directly 
to the hall. This large number of brothers have 
come in to hear what you, Brother Reader, and I 
have to say to them. We will try to interest them. 
We have passed our time pleasantly in the city, 
have been hospitably entertained by Brother Gif- 
ford and his estimable wife and the members of 
their household. We must now proceed to 

ATTLEBORO'. 

The principal business of the town is manu- 
facturing jewelry. The storm will greatly interfere 
with our taking a walk. We will make ourselves 



1 82 ON THE ROAD. 

comfortable at the Bates Mouse until evening. 
Orient Lodge Hall is on Main street, in that hand- 
some new block near the post-office. We will go 
over to the hall. Perhaps it may be open. No 
light yet. We will be just as comfortable seated on 
the stairs as in any other place. The door opens. 
I behold the face of a man under the gaslight. 
He is moving slowly up, up the second flight. 
Perhaps he is an Odd Fellow. Yes, it is Brother 
W. J. Newman. This is a beautiful, large hall, 
with first-class appointments. But there is a lack 
of interest among the members. The cause, they 
say, for it all is that there are so many secret and 
beneficial organizations in the town that people 
cannot attend them all. The burden of taxation 
is destroying the energy and life of those who are 
trying to carry the load ; consequently the seats in 
the spacious hall are many of them vacant on 
lodge nights. 

We are pleased to pass the evening with Brothers 
Edward Burtonwood, John Slater, S. E. Amesbury, 
and M. F. Ashley. We hope to visit them again 
when the sun of prosperity shines more brightly, 
to cheer them in their work. 

We take the first train this morning and go to 

NORTH ATTLEBORO'. 

This is a branch road for the accommodation of 
the two villages. They are also connected by the 
electric road. It has been a quick run. Here 



LITTLE RHODY, AND HOMEWARD BOUND. I 83 

are hotels on each side of the street. This is Odd 
Fellows block. There seem to be changes going 
on ; carpenters and masons are at work. I will 
inquire of the man on the staging inside. He 
says the building is being enlarged to make room 
for a public hall and municipal offices. We are 
at liberty to look over the premises. The lodge 
hall is up two flights. It will not be easy climb- 
ing over the debris up the temporary stairs. I 
think we can gain further information in some of 
the law or doctors' offices. What name is this? 
" Dr. Kilby's office." As sure as I live, Brother 
Reader, this is Cousin Henry S. Kilby, a native of 
Eastport, Me. I remember, now, he is a prac- 
tising physician in this village. 

It is drawing near to twelve o'clock. There are 
a number of familiar faces among those wall 
decorations. We have our choice of reading 
from the large supply of interesting literature. 
Listen ! I hear heavy footsteps in the passage- 
way. We meet. He is the same boy whom I 
used to see in his childhood's home, away down 
East, years ago. Brother Reader, allow me to 
introduce you to the doctor, the elder son of 
Mr. William H. Kilby, well known in Boston as 
agent of the International Steamship Line. You 
have frequently read " Quoddy's " writings in the 
" Eastport Sentinel." We are very fortunate to 
secure such comfortable accommodations at the 
Jackson House, only a few steps from the hall. 



I 84 ON THE ROAD. 

Brother John S. Jackson is a member of Excelsior 
Lodge, Foxboro'. 

The lodge-room is in a state of chaos ; prepara- 
tions are being made for reconstruction and grand 
improvements. The condition of things docs not 
put the boys out in the least. They have three 
candidates for the first degree, and the work will 
be performed, even if the floor is minus a carpet; 
and the general appearance of things shows that 
it is the spring house-cleaning time. Here are 
Brothers Hamilton, Cummins, Shaw, Thompson, 
White, Derry, and others, earnest in the work of 
getting things ready for business. The Vice- 
Grand of Orient Lodge is present. He has in- 
vited the degree staff of Aurora Lodge to occupy 
the hall of his lodge next week when conferring 
the second degree on the candidates. The lodge 
has voted to accept the invitation. It is a late 
hour of the night. The landlord of the Jackson 
House is awaiting our return. 

We have time this morning to enjoy a short 
drive about the village with the doctor. We will 
take the noon train for Mansfield Junction, where 
we change cars for 



't> 



FOXBORO', 

a busy manufacturing village, six or eight miles 
away. Here are shoe and straw shops. It is also 
quite a farming district. In sight of the railroad 



LITTLE RIIODY. AND HOMEWARD BOUND. I 85 

station is a neat, home-like boarding-house, kept 
by Brother Smith, a Maine man. He is a mem- 
ber of Livermore Falls Lodge. We have again 
fallen into the hands of a kind friend. 

As there are few attractions in the street, we 
will remain indoors and rest until evening. The 
hall is some distance up the street, not far from 
the church on the hill. Excelsior Lodge has a 
small and scattered membership. The work of 
sustaining the organization falls upon a few 
earnest brothers. This is a neat, cosey hall, fitted 
up in good taste. 

It was expected that the second degree would be 
conferred on one candidate to-night, but he has 
failed to put in an appearance. The time will not 
run to waste, as there are a number of good 
talkers present. They are known, and their names 
will be announced by the secretary as fast as they 
enter the hall. Here they come : J. W. Richard- 
son, George Foster, F. S. Lane, C. V. Stiff, J. H. 
Dow, A. Smith, W. C. Goodwin, J. M. McLeod, 
H. Dadkin, G. F. Jolbert, N. S. Small, G. B. 
Nickerson, C. A. Smith, and C. G. Hodges. It 
has been one of the lively meetings of the season. 
We are ready to go with Brother Smith, and be 
laid away for sleep and pleasant dreams until the 
breaking of another day. Now we hear the call 
for breakfast. Again we clasp the hand of a 
brother and friend. The good-bys are spoken. 
The train moves on. 



1 86 ON THE ROAD. 

Our next point is 

\\ M.I'OLE, 

a busy manufacturing town. We have to take a 
carriage to the hotel, as it is quite a distance from 
the station. It has been a pleasant ride, and we 
are happy in the assurance of a safe arrival at the 
inn. 

The village is half a mile up the street, so the 
landlord informs me. We will rest awhile before 
taking the walk through the mud. 

What is that I hear you speaking of, landlord? 
" There is to be a big gathering of Odd Fellows 
at the house to-night ; visitors from Norwood, 
members of Tiot and neighboring lodges. The 
degree staff is coming to work for Reliance Lodge. 
They will have supper here after lodge work." 

This will be a grand opportunity for us. If you, 
Brother Reader, will give me the support of your 
right arm, I will try to walk up the street to the 
village and see whom we can find that will answer 
to the name of an Odd Fellow. We will inquire at 
this clothing store. The young man, Hartshorn, 
says Mr. Arthur W. Cram is the proprietor. He 
is engaged at the selectmen's room in the Town 
House, on the opposite side of the street. I will 
go over and enter the council of the " Town 
Fathers." Mr. Cram will be with us shortly. " I 
am pleased to make your acquaintance. This is 



LITTLE RHODY, AND HOMEWARD BOUND. I 87 

the programme for the evening. We shall be 
happy to have you a:;d your associate come in 
with us and enjoy the courtesies we extend to 
our brothers from the neighboring lodges to- 
night." 

The hall is in the post-office building. It is 
near the hour for meeting. We have quite a long 
walk, and it is raining. We had better be moving 
along. Here is quite a gathering of brothers at 
this early hour. They are filing into the hall in 
double column. It is a pleasing sight, such a large 
number of Odd Fellows, one hundred and fifty 
brothers seated around the hall. The work has 
been admirably performed. It is nearing the hour 
of eleven o'clock. Now we take up our line of 
march to the hotel. Landlord Rector stands at 
the open door to show his guests the way into the 
dining-hall. The dicjiu brings an approving smile 
from the company of stalwarts. All have freely 
discussed the subject laid before them, and the 
long-felt want has been fully satisfied. The visit- 
ing brothers are preparing to depart. They will 
be experiencing a disagreeable ride over bad roads 
in the rain, while you and I, my brother, are 
peacefully sleeping in the comfortable beds pro- 
vided by our kind host and brother, Rector. We 
will heed the call of the breakfast bell. The 
carriage is in waiting at the door to convey us to 
the station. We have half an hour or more to 
wait before the train leaves for 



I 88 ON THE ROAD. 



FRANKLIN. 



I will thank you to purchase the tickets, while I 
arrange the names of the brothers who kindly 
placed their autographs in my book in the ban- 
quet hall last night. There was so much con- 
fusion I had not time to attend to it. I will get 
them in alphabetical order, as near as possible. 
First is A. E. Arnold, then Eugene Bonney, E. S. 
Babb, Arthur W. Cram, Frank C. Coburn, Geo. 
Coburn, Edward Everett, Charles H. Evans, C. W. 
Faulkner, Elmer Fisher, Frank A. Gay, Robert B. 
Graves, W. H. Healy, C. H. Huff, Charles O. 
Hall, P. H. Joyce. 

The train is coming. We have less than one 
hour's ride. Here is the station. I will inquire 
of the baggage-master where we can find a hotel 
in the village near Odd Fellows Hall. He says, 
"The Darling House is handy; just up on the 
street, and is a tip-top house." The name sounds 
inviting; I think we had better look it up. The 
small boy says, " Til show you the place, mister, 
for a nickel." Here, my boy, take this grip and 
move along. We have only turned the corner, 
and there, is the sign — Darling House. "Mr. 
Landlord, we desire supper, lodging, and break- 
fast." — "Please register, gentlemen." There is 
the Odd Fellows Hall on the opposite side of 
the street. I am going to make a few inquiries 



LITTLE RIIODY, AND HOMEWARD .BOUND. I 89 

of the landlord, as I*see the mysterious link on his 
vestments. Yes, he is our brother, a Past Grand 
in King David Lodge, which meets to-night. The 
janitor of the hall boards at the house; we can 
accompany him to the hall. There is no work, 
and but few brothers present. Among those who 
are so earnestly discussing matters connected 
with the future event are E. A. Mason, A. M. Wil- 
lard, S. E. Sargent, C. P. Johnson, J. O. Sanborn, 
E. B. Way, Geo. M. Whipple, and P. A. Briggs. 
This has been a short session. We return to our 
pleasant quarters at a much earlier hour than 
usual when attending lodge meetings. This is a 
beautiful, sunny morning. We must bid our 
hospitable Brother Darling and other kind friends 
adieu, and board the train for 

CANTON. 

We change cars at Canton Junction, and make a 
short run to the village. There are no hotels in 
the place, and only one boarding-house. The 
best accommodation offered is at the boarding- 
house, a short distance from the railroad station. 

The hall of Blue Hill Lodge is in the large 
block on Main street. This is a manufacturing 
town. It is here Mr. Morse makes his celebrated 
" Rising Sun Stove Polish." It is a stirring busi- 
ness place. 

There are men standing in front of the entrance 



I QO I »N THE ROAD. 

to Odd Fellows Hall. Let us walk over and find 
them out. Here are the customary stairs to 
climb. This is the anteroom. Open this door 
and you will see a neat, cosey hall, where the 
brothers enjoy themselves in social greetings. 
Let us see if they will enlarge " the ring" to take 
us in, that we may become better acquainted with 
the jovial fellows: Ed. Fuller, Fred. P. Drake, 
C. F. Coleman, John Tate, F. H. Messer, O. D. 
Capin, Thomas L. Ray, Henry C. Davis, and 
others. There seems to be no objection, as they 
take us by the hand and join in singing, " Brothers 
of our friendly order, Honor here asserts her 
sway." We have passed an enjoyable evening 
among the brothers, and received their gracious 
benediction. I gladly accept the proffered sup- 
port of the strong arm of this good brother to 
assist me over the rough road. 

There are services at the chapel. We have a 
full view from this window of the immense crowd 
that is moving along the street. Some are in car- 
riages, some in two-wheel vehicles, and hundreds 
on foot. They are on their way to sacredly cele- 
brate the memory of the holy saint. 

We have the day before us. I think the atmos- 
phere will be more genial in Boston, where the 
force of the wind is broken by high walls of brick 
and mortar, than out here in the country. It is 
now past ten o'clock. We have waited until the 
appointed hour, and we shall now go to the station 



LITTLE RIIODY, AND HOMEWARD BOUND. 191 

and continue on to Boston, and pass the day with 
Brother Boise on Bovvdoin street. 

The day is past and gone. The shades of even- 
ing are coming apace. We will walk up by the 
State House, cross the Common, and make a short 
cut to the Providence depot, and go to 

HYDE PARK, 

a smart, fast-growing manufacturing city with 
10,193 population. The hall of Forest Lodge is 
up town on Main street. We will cross the street 
here and enter. Here are Brothers J. H. Tucker- 
man, Jr., and J. C. Hanscom. They have a look of 
surprise while they are examining the list of lodges 
and secretaries' indorsements on our visiting-card, 
but are earnest in their words and handshakings of 
welcome. 

Forest Lodge numbers nearly 200 mem- 
bers. It has done a large amount of work the 
past term. There is no special business to be 
attended to this evening, but the brothers are all 
interested in the great mission of the Order. We 
have been well entertained by the remarks of 
Brothers Munroe, Titcomb, Fellows, Bartlett, 
Wetherbee, Tibbitts, the Doctor, Stevens, and 
others. It is near the hour for the last train for 
Boston. There is always a place for an Odd Fel- 
low to lay his weary head when he has " got left" 
by too close attention to lodge meetings. So we 



192 ON THE ROAD. 

will follow the lead of Brother George M. Gardner 
and find comfortable lodgings for the night. To- 
day we will return to the Hub and spend a few 
hours among old friends before settling in our 
headquarters at Maiden. Hotel Maiden, under the 
excellent management of Mrs. Mary E. Smith, 
will be our home while we remain in Massachu- 
setts. 



Chapter XVIII. 

NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 

BROTHER READER, we have passed a very en- 
joyable week among our friends in this city of stir 
and pleasing attractions. Our visits to Middlesex 
and Maiden lodges have been pleasant events. It 
will be well for us to lay out our route for the com- 
ing week and take a fair start Monday morning. 
Here is my programme. You can look it over and 
suggest such changes as you think proper. 

ARLINGTON 

will be our first stopping-place. We have to go 
to Boston and take the Boston & Lowell road. 
We are here in season to take the 6.15 train. The 
cars are loaded. Many people are leaving the city 
for the night. 

The Town Hall is a few rods up the street. Odd 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 1 93 

Fellows Hall is at the other end of the village. 
Our polite escort wishes us to understand that he 
is not a member of the Order, but he " boards 
with a man who is one," Mr. McLeod. It is early 
in the evening. We shall find it more comfortable 
waiting in a brother's house than wandering about 
the streets. Let us walk along with the gentle- 
man. He is very kind, and offers me his arm to 
assist me over the rough road. We have reached 
the house in safety and are invited to a seat in the 
comfortable arm-chair. A lady and gentleman are 
entering the room. Our friend introduces them : 
" Mr. McLeod and his daughter, Miss Mary." 

" Supper is ready, gentlemen," Mr. McLeod 
says. " Walk out and partake with us." 

Thanks ! But it would be violating the laws of 
hygiene to eat two suppers in the same evening. 
Please allow us to entertain ourselves with these 
books while you and the family are engaged in the 
other room. 

Now we are ready to accompany you to the hall. 
The first brothers to greet us are Arthur L. Bacon, 
Charles A. Hardy, N. E. Whittier Theodore 
Schwamb, George A. Sawyer, Henry T. Gregory, 
and Albert T. Tilden. There is important business 
to be transacted. It is past the hour for opening 
the lodge. We shall have only a short time to re- 
main before the last train leaves for Boston. We 
thank the brothers for their courtesies and hasten 
to the station. Brother McLeod will go with us. 



194 ON THE ROAD. 

It is 10.50. We shall remain in the city to-night 
and return to Maiden by the early morning train. 
In the early days of my life I used to hear 
people who daily and openly indulged in the use 
of the ardent tell about the " good old Jamaica 
and the pure Medford." I never had seen a dis- 
tillery in Maine, and was quite surprised when 
shown one in Massachusetts. While riding 
through the towns adjoining the city, Maiden, 
then a town, my friend pointed out to me an old 
stone building called the Distillery. We will take 
the horse-cars this afternoon and ride over to the 
town of 

MEDFORD. 

The hall of Harmony Lodge is a few steps from 
the Town House, on the corner, in the square. It 
is a handsome new building, owned by the lodge. 
I have a strong desire to meet with the brothers 
after hearing such flattering. accounts of the lodge 
from one of the members in Boston last winter. 
The city of Maiden and town of Medford are 
closely united. Here is the square. It is the 
converging point of the street-railway lines on the 
Maiden and Medford circuit, with a branch from 
this point to West Medford. Here is the entrance 
to the hall ; we ascend three flights of stairs. The 
janitor will admit us to the beautiful hall. It is 
occupied by a number of fraternal organizations. 
Here comes Brother Walter F. Cushing. I met 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 195 

him in Boston last winter. Brother Cashing, we 
are glad to meet you. Please introduce us to the 
brothers gathered in the anteroom. Here you 
have them : S. XV. Keene, John E. Barrows, John 
Clark, Warren Dowe, Wm. H. Smith, R. M. Gow, 
Fitch A. Taylor, Richard Booth, N. Taylor, 
Thomas Getchell, J. XV. Copeland, Joseph E. 
Clark, M.D. We must bid the kind brothers 
adieu, and make it a point to call again when there 
are more present. 

To-day we board the Boston & Maine train at 
Maiden station and ride to 

MELROSE. 

It is a stormy day. We shall not remain in the 
village to-night to attend lodge. Perhaps we may 
meet some of the brothers on the street. Here is 
John Larrabee, John Grundy, F. A. Pratt, and H. 
B. Orcutt. Melrose Lodge has a membership of 
130; but few of the brothers reside in the village. 
I will check the name of this lodge for our second 
visit. 

READING 

is our next stopping-place. Security Lodge, 
No. 208, was instituted here two weeks ago, by 
Grand Master Denver and suite. The place of 
meeting is in Red Men's Hall. It is very bad 
travelling, the streets are so icy. The anteroom 



196 ON THE ROAD. 

is filling up with brothers, earnest in the work to 
be accomplished this evening: conferring degrees 
until midnight, then comes the banquet. " We 
must be excused, brothers; can't afford to indulge 
But you will greatly oblige us with your names. 
Please write them on this sheet." Jas. P. Clement, 
C. L. Walker, E. M. Knight, J. A. Ellison, E. F. 
Brooks, J. I. Glcason, George E. Gill, O. L. 
Martinp, W. S. Bickford, L. S. Williams, C. L. 
Richardson, A. E. Batcheldcr. Thanks, brothers, 
for your kind favors. We wish you and the lodge 
long life and abundant prosperity. We must 
hasten to the station and return home at an early 
hour. 

We will continue on the main line to-day and 
stop at 

WAKEFIELD. 

I well remember the first time I visited this town 
and spent a few days with my old friend, J. Wash- 
ington Hartshorn, in 1873. Six years after, the 
name of the town had been changed from South 
Reading to its present name. It is a thriving 
business town. Soughegan Lodge meets in the 
hall across the street. We will make inquiry in 
this shoe-store and ascertain who on the street are 
members of the lodge. The proprietor of the 
store is Richard Britton. He is a member. Here 
are the names of a number of others: W. A. Cot- 
ter, J. F. Emerson, C. A. Chanerry, W. F. Spaniel- 



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ing, S. F. Littlefield, G. H. Hathaway, and A. P. 
Linncll. The degree staff and a large delegation 
from New England Lodge, Cambridge, are present 
to confer the degrees. There is hardly standing 
room in the hall. We may be able to get a seat, 
but it will be after the hour for the last train into 
Boston when the lodge closes. It is best that we 
enjoy a little social chat with " the boys," and 
leave before the door is closed. I will ask 
the brothers to write their names while there is an 
opportunity: Frank Parker, C. F. Cushman, A. G. 
Andrews, G. E. Donald, Fred O. Clark, A. D. 

Call, Ernest Hayward, Peter . That brother 

has dropped his pencil and " skipped " inside. 
Good-night, brothers, we have just twelve minutes 
to catch the next train. All aboard ! We can 
reach the next places on our programme by horse- 
cars or train. It will avoid changes and consider- 
able inconvenience if we take the horse-cars of 
the Middlesex Street Railway at the waiting-room. 
The car is marked " Through Line." We get a 
sight of the villages of Melrose, Wyoming, Melrose 
Highlands ; and now we come to 

STONEHAM. 

Here we will rest for a while. I remember my 
first visit to the village in 1883. At that time I 
made the pleasant acquaintance of a number of 
brothers of Columbia Lodge. I now recall the 



198 <>\ THE ROAD. 

name of W. Ward Child, secretary of the lodge. 
I find his name in the Grand Lodge reports of 
1890. He is one of the veteran officials in the 
service. The lodge hall is on the opposite side 
of the street. How familiar everything in the ante- 
room looks ! Here is the same large table in the 
centre of the room between the square pillars. 
What is going on? I see the brothers are to have a 
social sit-down after the business is finished. This 
brother seems to recognize me. He says he re- 
members the night I visited the lodge seven years 
ago. I recall his name, O. F. Huntoon, and this 
other brother, W. H. Jones. I should like to see 
the secretary. He is coming down the* stair. 
He writes his name, W. Ward Child. I would 
know that signature if I should see it in France. 
Here are the examining committee. They say, 
" It must be all right with a fellow who has such 
a batch of indorsements on his card," as we have. 
It is election of officers. The business has been 
quickly despatched, and the brothers are allowed 
a few moments for social chatting. brothers 
Batchelder, Weston, Head, Jones, White, Hill, 
Hobesh, Brown, Pryor, Tupper, Allen, and others 
sien their names. A cordial invitation for us to • 
remain and enjoy the festivities is extended to us. 
Brother Reader, we will go to 



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WOBURN, 

a manufacturing city of 13,500 population, the 
"Hub" of trade and the market centre for sur- 
rounding towns. 

The hall of Crystal Fount Lodge is in the large 
brick block down the street. I have no acquaint- 
ances here. The name of " Henry L. Andrews, 
job printer," is on this sign. He is permanent 
secretary of the lodge. We will interview him. 
He says, " It is near the holiday season ; people 
are very busy ; the attendance at the lodge will be 
small ; we shall find a comfortable waiting-place 
at the drug-store near the hall." We shall have 
time to exchange greetings with the brothers 
before the lodge opens. 

Election of officers, conferring degrees, and 
reports of committees will leave little time for new 
business. We will accept Brother Andrews' arm, 
and allow him to introduce us to Brothers B. J. 
Goodrich, Noble Grand ; Cyrus Lambert, H. D. 
Blanchard, B. F. Morgan, and L. G. Pike, Past 
Grands ; and Brothers Tibbetts, Sheldon, Dow, and 
Carney. We will take the train over the Boston & 
Main and reach home at 11.15. 

Dear Reader, there is a city of considerable note 
among the shoe manufacturing places we passed 
by after leaving South Framingham. I remember. 
It is 



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NATICK. 



It was on our list of places to visit that week, but 
the storm, and premonitions of a blinding head- 
ache, induced me to return to Boston. We will 
make a special of that city to-day. 

It is a twenty-five-mile ride over the Boston & 
Albany Railroad. Takawambait Lodge is among 
the small numbers, but has 230 members, and 
occupies a fine hall. Shoe manufacturing is the 
principal business of the people. We are glad to 
find a resting-place within the walls of the lodge. 
Brothers, we have come to see you. Our names 
arc on this card. Please read the names and 
examine the card. We are weary, and have but 
few words to say. We thank you for your cordial 
greeting, your pleasant words, and what our eyes 
behold. You will confer a favor by placing your 
names in this book. Brother J. W. Clem, please 
set the ball in motion. Walter H. Wordell will 
follow, then N. P. Young, Edgar Hayes, Milton E. 
Smith, J. Mahard, Edward H. Sweetland, F. E. 
Cummings, and D. J. Washburn. This has been 
a lively meeting. The boys arc making arrange- 
ments to go to Holliston to assist in instituting a 
new lodge at that place. We hope to hear a good 
report from them. I shall hope to sec some of 
them at Peak's Island, Me., among the Natick 
people on Massachusetts avenue. 



NEAR1NG THE LAST MILESTONE. 201 

We will get advice this morning in regard to the 
most direct route to our next objective point. It 
seems to have been a long way round, but we are 
at 

BROCKTON, 

all the same, a city of 27,294 souls, and a thou- 
sand times more than that number of soles. Mr. 
Policeman, will you please direct us to the Hol- 
brook House? " Go up this street, take the first 
right on Main street, and continue on four blocks. 
You will see the sign." Correct. Here is the 
house. This young man at the desk is Mr. Charles 
Coleman, the proprietor. We shall find pleasant 
quarters here. Everything is in city style, and all 
looks gay under electric lights. The express 
company has been prompt in filling our orders. 
This package has come in time. Electric Lodge, 
recently instituted, meets to-night in Red Men's 
Hall, down the street, below the post-office. The 
hall is open. The first brother we meet is H. A. 
Bumpus, of Pioneer Lodge, Bridgewater. All the 
brothers have a kind word for us, — Bartlett, Pool, 
Hayes, Leonard, Hall, Barker, and others. We 
must go into the reception-room to pass a rigid 
examination by the committee. This is a grand 
sight, one hundred and fifty brothers, active young 
men, full of enthusiasm, engaged in lodge work, 
making new members, perfecting plans for build- 
ing up a large, flourishing organization. We say, 



202 ON THE ROAD. 

God-speed to you, brothers. We will not occupy 
your valuable time to-night, but will come among 
you again. We will call on Brother A. F. Crush- 
ing this morning at the hardware store, and get 
posted on the ways about the town. This is 
a nicely laid out city, with many fine, large 
blocks. To-night Massasoit Lodge meets in Odd 
Fellows Hall, on the opposite side of the street 
from where we were last night. There are long, 
hard flights of stairs to climb, and plenty of ante- 
room space, and a large, airy hall. It is after the 
old style, — fine oil wall and ceiling decorations. 
Here is Brother John H. Holbrook. We met him 
at Electric Lodge last night. Wendell S. Holmes, 
Noble Grand, is the first brother to greet us. 
Thomas, Truman, Wilbur, Park, Snow, Steel, 
Baker, Holt, Shaw, Soule, Andrews, and many 
others are joining in the conversation. There are 
three candidates for the initiatory degree. Im- 
portant business creates lengthy discussions. It 
it past eleven o'clock. The Noble Grand has not 
called for new business. We must retire. To- 
day we will go to 

STOUGHTON. 

This is a busy little village. It contains quite a 
number of shoe-shops. We have time to call on 
JohnN. Drake, R. B. Ward, W. F. Fuller, Gor- 
don Southworth, John Soule, and C. H. Peffers 



HEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 203 

before evening. The hall is around the corner 
from the hotel. We are early, but I hear foot- 
steps on the floor in the room above. Yes, the 
hall is open. There are some of the Stoughton 
boys we heard spoken of in our travels. It is just 
as Will said, they are " as full of fun as a nut is 
full of meat." This is a splendid hall. The degree 
team is busy in the paraphernalia-room. It will 
be very late when the lodge closes. We had 
better retire. I will speak with Brothers Graham, 
Burnham, Holman, Curtis, Rolfe, Henry Burn- 
ham, Hussey, Standish, and Cornish, while they 
are at leisure. Good-night, brothers ! We shall 
long remember this pleasant meeting. 

SOUTH BRAINTREE 

comes next on our list. Brother W. A. Kane, 
whom we met at King Philip Lodge, Taunton, 
resides in this village. We will inquire of the gate- 
tender at the crossing where we can find him. 
" He has a store on Main street." We will dine 
at the hotel before our walk. Here is the hall of 
Puritan Lodge, just a step from the hotel. Now 
we will go to the store and look up Brother Kane. 
The man in the rear of the store breaking ice 
says, " He is upstairs." He hears my voice and 
comes down. Brother Kane, we meet again. Is 
that a rhyme? I will introduce you to my 
travelling companion, Brother Reader. He has 



204 ON THE ROAD. 

become pretty well acquainted with my familiar 
talk with " the boys," as he calls them. We don't 
allow a good opportunity to pass when we can 
spend ah evening pleasantly with brothers in the 
lodge-room. We have accepted your kind invita- 
tion to visit Puritan Lodge to-night. If there arc 
any brothers on the street we can sec this after- 
noon, please direct us to where they can be found. 
We wait your reply. That is all right; we will 
wait until evening. Here are the committee come 
to test our proofs of membership in the order: 
Brothers Boyer, Tupper, Leonard, Stevens, Hath- 
away, Kane, Monk, and Morrill. Are you satisfied, 
brothers? They say they are perfectly satisfied. 
They are conferring the first degree on the young 
lawyer. He has stood the fiery ordeal man- 
full)'. No doubt but he will make a good Odd 
Fellow, for he has got the grit, as was said of 
initiates forty years ago. Brother Kane advises 
us to take in 

SOUTH WEYMOUTH 

next, as it is on the direct line of the railroad from 
this place. We will take this carriage and ride to 
the Custing House. Here we are at the Custing 
House. This is a good place for rest and reflec- 
tion. Landlord, please order the 'bus to con- 
vey us to Odd Fellows Hall, at 6.30. Wilday 
Lodge meets to-night. Here are Brothers A. F. 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. .205 

Buttock, Noble Grand; M. E. Gardner, E. W. 
Shaw, A. L. Blanchard, Frank Burbank, and 
Josiah Pratt, of Hingham. It is work in the 
second degree. The hands of the clock are point- 
ing to eleven. The question that interests us most 
is how we are to get back to the hotel ; no 'bus 
at this hour of night; raining, muddy roads, with 
no light or guide. It will be like taking a leap in 
the dark. Brother George M. Sawyer has put an 
end to all anxiety. He has a two-seated carriage at 
the door, with a safe horse and experienced driver. 
How changed the prospect ! The friendly chat- 
ting along the road has been pleasant and the 
journey safe. We will retire for a few hours' sleep. 
We will carry out our original plan this morning, 
and go on to 

WHITMAN. 

Everything here is strange to us. I hardly know 
which way to go. The village must be in this 
direction. We will inquire at this barber-shop, kept 
by James Jordan, colored. " My friend, can you in- 
form us in which direction to find a public house?" 
" Come in, gentlemen, out of the rain. The village 
is up the street a quarter of a mile." We desire 
to find a comfortable place to stop as near Odd 
Fellows Hall as possible. "Are you folks Odd 
Fellows ? " — " We are." — "I s'pose I am a brother 
member of the parent organization, Manchester 
Unity Odd Fellows. The color line, you know, 



206. ON THE ROAD. 

makes a difference, you know, with some folks. 
You hold on a minute, I'll speak to a member of 
Webster Lodge. He keeps the bakery round 
the corner in this building." — "We are pleased to 
make your acquaintance, Brother Higgins." — " My 
man will be here soon with the team and take 
you up town to a hotel." — " Thank you, brother." 
The hall is on Main street, a few blocks from the 
corner, over Peterson's periodical store. There is 
a G. A. R. entertainment to-night ; quite a number 
of the brothers of the lodge will attend it. Here 
are Brothers Fogg, Pickett, Dudley, Clapp, Ford, 
Harding, Kenncy, and my good brother from 
Belfast, Me., Ivory O. Estes. With all those wide- 
awake brothers, we can carry on the business 
and make an interesting meeting. The G.A.R. 
members, no doubt, have strong inclinations to- 
ward the other hall, where their comrades and 
lady friends are enjoying the festivities. They 
are excused from attending to duty here, and 
may joy fill their hearts while they kindle the 
camp fires over there ! Brother Ford, it will give 
us great pleasure to accompany you to your 
home, and talk over the events of other days. 
Late hours at lodge meetings often keep the 
faithful wife anxiously waiting to hear the familiar 
footsteps at the door. But if she be a Daughter 
of Rebekah, as is Brother Ford's companion, 
then there is no need of excuses for keeping late 
hours at lodge, for they " know how it is them- 



NEARtNG THE LAST MILESTONE. 207 

selves." Brother Ford has to go on with his work 
this morning. He has kindly invited us to ride 
in the carriage with him to the station. Here we 
must part with our brother and friend. We hope 
soon to meet again. 

ABINGTON 

is the next station. We will take the 'bus to 
the Central House. This was called an old town 
more than a century ago. There is much of 
historic interest concerning it. There is something 
significant in the name " Pilgrim Lodge." The 
hall is on the second street, a little way from the 
Central House. It is the old school building re- 
constructed, affording a spacious banquet hall on 
the first floor, with a beautiful lodge hall and ante- 
rooms on the second floor. The lodge member- 
ship is 70. The brothers are Odd Fellows, 
good and true. Where have we attended a lodge 
in a country village where there was nothing 
especial to call the brothers out, and had the 
pleasure of taking over one-third of the entire 
membership by the hand? Brothers Lewis, Nash, 
Wilbur, Hunt, David, Churchill, Cheesman, Blake, 
Moore, and Barber, we wish you health, wealth, 
and prosperity ! May the charter of Webster 
Lodge be handed down through successive gener- 
ations of members bearing your own names ! We 
bid you good-night ; we will leave on the early 
morning train for 



20S ON THE ROAD. 



NORTH ABINGTON. 

The Culver House is opposite the station. This 
can rightly be called the rainy season. There lias 
been no let up to light and heavy rain for nearly 
two weeks. Winthrop Lodge meets to-night. The 
hall is up the street, near the stores. It is only 
6.30 o'clock, and the hall is open. The "boys" 
seem to be having a gala time. Hear their shouts 
of laughter! Let us go up and see what it is all 
about. Yes, they are making preparations to go 
away. A team has been engaged to take Brothers 
Hanson, Loud, Pearsons, Young, Judkins, and 
Smith to East Weymouth, to assist in degree work. 
It is time for them to start. It gives us pleasure 
to meet these brothers ; but we are greatly dis- 
appointed not to have the privilege of sitting with 
them in open lodge. There is only one way to 
make it satisfactory, — we will come again Feb- 
ruary 26, and spend the evening with them. 
Brothers E. W. Cushing, Geo. P. Hattie, I. P. 
Nash, and L. H. Hunt have been chosen a com- 
mittee to make arrangements for a good time. 
Brother Nash invites us to be his guest at that 
time. We will not say good-by to the brothers, 
as we expect to meet them again very soon. 
There is another part of Abington, that was 
formerly called the East Village. We take the 
train over the branch road this morning and ride 
one mile to the stirring village of 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 209 



ROCKLAND. 

We sec not many rocks here, but well laid out 
streets, large, handsome brick and wooden blocks. 
Business of various kinds is engaged in by men 
and women of enterprise and capital. Everything 
about the village is new and attractive. Standish 
Lodge occupies a prominent place among the 
social and fraternal organizations. We will walk 
about town and make the acquaintance of some of 
the brothers. L. W. Easton is in the drug-store. 
Here are Brothers Barry, Gifford, Beals, Maries, 
and Wade. Let us return to Hotel Jackson and 
rest until evening. Here is Brother Fred S. 
Childs, of Natick. He gives us a good account 
of the lodge at that place. This is a fine hall. 
The banquet hall looks as if the boys had been 
earnestly discussing the good things of life, and no 
one had been in since their departure, in the " wee, 
sma' ' hours of night. Brothers Damon and 
Cooper can give us a full account of the affair, if 
we desire to hear their story. Brothers Brooks, 
Home, and Hunt tell them to "go on." It is time 
to open the lodge. The boys are expressing 
pleasure because there is no work or business to 
make a long session. It is early to bed with them 
to-night. 

We will continue on the branch road this morn- 
ing and make 



2IO ON THE ROAD. 



HANOVER, 

generally called the " Four Corners." We are 
pretty well out in the country now. The gentle- 
manly conductor is doing us a kind favor by show- 
ing us the way to the public house. Our landlord 
is Brother J. G. Knight, a veteran member ot 
Tremont Lodge, Boston. We will try to make 
our way to that large building. Brother Charles 
D. Barnard has a harness-shop upstairs. He has 
experienced some of the physical misfortunes 
which come to man as well as those who have 
seen more years than he. We were told by the 
brothers of Winthrop Lodge that the members 
of North River Lodge are noted for their punctual 
attendance at the weekly meetings. No matter 
what the condition of the weather, they come from 
the east, west, north, and south, and sit down to- 
gether, a band of united brothers. This is not 
much of a night for excursion parties on foot or 
by team ; but there are thirty-five brothers present. 
Some of them have come three and four miles to 
exchange pleasant greetings. It is not special 
business or degree work that has called them out. 
This is a nice, coscy hall, with ample room for a 
social sit-down. North River Lodge has one 
hundred and forty-eight members, and is finan- 
cially strong and prosperous. I shall deem it a 
great favor to have the brothers place their auto- 



NEARINC THE LAST MILESTONE. 211 

graphs in my book. Brothers E. P. Littlefield, 
Noble Grand, please place your name on this 
line. John G. Knight, George H. Bates, W. 
A. Josselyn, W. A. Howard, E. E„ Turner, J. 
T. Bates, E. C. Waterman, Thomas Bastow, L. 
T. Harmond, T. A. Lawrence, A. L. Powers. I 
thank you, brothers, for your signatures. The 
sight of these will afford me pleasure in years to 
come. We shall long remember our meeting 
with the brothers of North Star Lodge. Here are 
three members of the Order, guests at the hotel : 
C. F. Drew, Charlestown ; C. R. Alger, Coopers- 
town, N.Y. ; A. D. Jaquith, Boston. We will take 
the train this morning and journey on to 

BRIDGEWATER. 

I have business which calls me into this section of 
the State to-day. We will remain in the village 
overnight and attend the meeting of Pioneer 
Lodge. F. Dean Swift is the gentleman I wish to 
call upon. He is employed in the grocery store 
on the lower street. I was not aware that he was 
a brother Odd Fellow. As he has done us one 
good turn, I will ask him to direct us to other 
brothers. Here are the names on the card he 
handed you : A. J. Chamberlain, G. W. Pratt, W. 
M. Carroll, Charles Lee, L. B. Chamberlain. The 
hall is near the post-office. The lodge is increas- 
ing in membership. The hall accommodations 



212 ON THE ROAD. 

are poor. TI12 question of larger and better 
quarters has been earnestly discussed by Brothers 
Moulton, Turner, and Wilbur. 

" Just closing up the house, gentlemen ; past 
eleven o'clock." That was the night clerk speak- 
in";. It would be hard on us to be shut into the 
street all night. We need rest to fit us for our 
journey to-morrow, when wc go to 

RANDOLPH. 

This is quite a busy village. The shoe manu- 
facturing business is dull, so " the boys " say. We 
will spend the evening with them. Perhaps we 
may meet some old friend. The hall is down 
street. The entrance is through this narrow pas- 
sage, one flight up. It is Rising Star Lodge ; 
George L. Pierce is Noble Grand. The brothers 
are considering the matter of celebrating the 
seventy-second anniversary of the introduction of 
Odd Fellowship into America, April 26th. 

Brothers Willard, Stetson, Jones, Houghton, 
and others have expressed their opinions freely 
regarding it. We will take the train this morning 
for Boston, attend to business an hour, and then 
rest for a season. 

How quickly the days have passed ! We are 
again making preparations for another tour. This 
time it is to spend a quiet Sunday with an old 
friend, one who in my boyhood days walked the 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 213 

path of life with me. I invite you, Brother 
Reader, to accompany me on this trip to a town 
where there is no Odd Fellows' lodge and not, to 
my knowledge, any members of the Order residing. 
We take the train over the Massachusetts Central 
road from the Boston & Lowell station and ride 
sixteen miles to the town of 



WAYLAND, MASS. 



You have heard of different kinds of smiths : 
black, white, gold, and silver smiths. The Smith I 
am about to bring to your notice came from away 
down in the eastern part of Maine, not many miles 
from where I first beheld the light of day. He 
is William L. Smith. He can give us valuable in- 
formation on practical farming. From early boy- 
hood he has tilled the soil. We are nearing the 
station. Here is the Mr. Smith I have been 
speaking about. He invites us to a seat in his 
fine carriage. We have a two-mile drive. Here 
is the large farm-house. Mrs. Smith has a lunch 
ready for us in the dining-room. We are now 
going with our friend and his dog "Sam" for a 
walk. We will keep our eyes and ears open while 
Mr. Smith spreads before us the picturesque land- 
scape. Here is a farm of four hundred acres: 
grass, tillage, wood, and pasture lands. It was 
once owned by the late Mr. dishing, of Boston. 
Later it became the property of Mr. George W. 



214 ON THE ROAD. 

Perkins, of Brookline, Mass. It is now owned by 
the ladies who are Mr. Perkins' heirs. On the 
summit of that hill is the mansion where the ladies 
and their invited guests spend the summer months. 
Mr. George Hancock, the man at work in the field, 
has superintended the farm forty-three years. Mr. 
Perkins generously remembered him in his will. 
He is the owner of that large farm adjoining this. 
Our friend Smith is successor to Mr. Hancock in 
superintending the farm and looking after the 
interests of the proprietors of the estate. 

We must now part with our friend and away 
to the station. Mr. Smith says the team will be 
ready very soon. It will be very pleasant to have 
his company to the depot. Our next stopping- 
place is 

HUDSON. 

The business part of this village is a short distance 
from the station. The hotel, post-office, and Odd 
Fellows Hall are within a stone's throw of each 
other. There are no familiar faces on the street. 
The hall of Hudson Lodge will be open in fifteen 
minutes. We have time to walk down the street 
and return on the opposite side. There is a light 
in the window. Here are three brothers: E. S. 
Locke, I. H. Moore, and Fred W. Millay. You 
have a fine hall here, brothers. How large is the 
lodge membership? "About one hundred and 
'fifty." Here is the Noble Grand, Fred \V. Ware, 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 21 5 

and Secretary E. F. Welch. We have the lost 
Charlie Ross with us and his brother Ernest. 
Brother F. P. Glazier is the noted dog-fancier. 
He and George H. Harlow go on some big hunt- 
ing expeditions. They always send a special 
invitation to Brothers Powers, Chase, Coolidge, 
Kinney, Colburn and Holden to accompany them, 
and are very liberal in their distribution of the 
game. 

There are only five more towns on our list to be 
visited, and then our journeyings will come to an 
end. 

How pleasing the thought, nearing home. This 
morning we will go to Boston. Then we can take 
the 5.30 P.M. train on the Saugus branch at the 
Eastern station for 

CLIFTONDALE. 

This is a village in the town of Saugus, a quiet 
resting-place for people doing business in Boston. 
There are a few stores and small manufactories. 
The Odd Fellows Hall of Cliftondale is in the 
large building up the street. We are just in time 
to go up the stairs with Brother S. L. Powell. 
Here is a fine hall with large anterooms, where 
the brothers can pass their evenings enjoyably. 
The degree staff is preparing to show us some 
good work to-night. Here is Brother L. L. 
DeLaite, secretary. If he has a spare moment he 



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may favor us with an introduction to Brothers 
Rowell, A. H. Hayden, D. B. Hatch, A. F. Hill, 
H. O. Patch, F. W. Feakins, C. F. Fife, and D. 
II. Carter. We have time to see the work. 
There are a number of brothers going on the last 
train. 

This is the morning we hail with gladness. 
To-day we gather up our personal effects and set 
our faces homeward. We have a few more 
places to visit along the route. The first is 

NEWBURYPORT. 

It has been a long, tedious ride. We are in the 
busy part of the city. The shoe-shops are all 
running with a large force of employees. " Qua- 
scacunquen" Lodge numbers upward of three 
hundred members. The hall is on the upper 
street. We will find our way up the long 
flight of winding stairs. The first brothers to 
salute us with friendly greetings are S. Warren 
Frost, Noble Grand, and W. H. Welch. There 
arc a large number of brothers present. The 
question of better hall accommodations has brought 
them out. The grand entertainment given the 
brothers by the members of Mutual Relief Lodge, 
Haverhill, has fanned the flame of fraternal devo- 
tion and created a desire to reciprocate the cour- 
tesies shown them. The only hinderance in the 
way to give the Haverhill brothers a royal recep- 



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tion is the poor accommodation afforded by their 
hall. The adage, " Where there's a will, there's 
a way," has removed every stumbling-block, and 
the committee will see that the wishes of the 
large majority are carried out. It will be a hard 
matter for a few brothers to run counter to the 
plans of such workers as Brothers Morrison, Lord, 
Littlefield, Cooper, Hollis, Hopkins, Reed, and 
dozens of equally cool-headed, resolute men. 
We take those cars this afternoon and ride to 

AMESBURY, 

the great carriage manufacturing town. I am not 
at a loss where to find an old brother and friend 
in this place. We will walk down the street to 
the large store opposite the railroad station and 
inquire for John M. Garland. He was head clerk 
in that store eight years ago. I think he will 
remember me. The young man at the desk says, 
" Mr. Garland is upstairs in the packing-room." 
He smiles as we approach him. What does he 
say? " It is the Veteran Past Grand, editor of 
the ' Odd Fellows' Register.' " — "You are right in 
part, my brother, I am the ex-editor. Brother 
Garland, where can we find comfortable quarters 
for the night? We are here to visit Pow-Wow 
River Lodge." — "You will find excellent accom- 
modations at Mrs. Carswell's house on the oppo- 
site side of the street." Mrs. Carswell is an 



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estimable lady. Mr. Carswcll, the doctor, is an 
aged gentleman, the subject of disease. He is an 
ancient Odd Fellow. We are really fortunate in 
getting into such a home-like place. The lodge 
hall is in the building near the mills. It is the 
same as when I visited the lodge years ago. 
Here are Brothers Randall, Curtis, Gibson, and 
Webb. Brother Garland will officiate as Degree 
Master. We will return and call upon some of 
the brothers about town in the morning. Per- 
haps we may obtain permission to look into some 
of the large carriage-shops. Here is Brother S. 
H. Wiggin's hair- dressing rooms. He will give 
us a list of names of brothers to call upon: G. 
H. Pcttengill, C. W. Allen, C. F. Camp, W. N. 
Park, C. L. Kelley, N. O. Sawyer, G. W. Crou- 
ther, Henry Oaks. We will now go to the elec- 
tric-car station and start for 

MERRIMAC. 

It is quite a long ride, but we are travelling nearly 
as fast as by steam. There are but few stations 
along the route. We will call at this harness-shop 
and inquire for D. W. Gould. The man at 
the cutting-bench answers to that name. Glad 
we have found a brother and friend. He 
desires us to go to the large carriage manufactory 
shops and inquire for the Pease Brothers. There 
are three of them, all members of Riverside Lodge. 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 219 

Brother Gould will go and introduce us to the 
proprietors of the establishment of James, Frank, 
and John T. Pease. One of the brothers volun- 
teers to show us through the shop and allow 
us to interview the workmen. Many of them 
are members of the Order. Here are Brothers 
Cunningham, Sawyer, Smith, Crouse, Davis, 
George Crouse, Burke, and Follansbee. We will 
go to the restaurant and have supper. It is over 
one hour before the lodge opens. Mr. Hill is at 
work in the harness shop. I used to be acquainted 
with him years ago in Skowhegan, Me. We will 
have a social chat. The lodge hall is in the large 
block on the street below the post-office. There 
are quite a number of brothers present. Many of 
them we have not met in the shops. Here are the 
Pease Brothers. We are glad to meet you again ; 
also Brothers McDonald, Wells, Stevens, Tucker- 
well, Cummings, and Williams. We have passed 
a pleasant evening among you. Hope to come 
and see you again. Brother W. W. Chose invited 
us to go home with him and spend the night. 
Good-night, brothers ! 

To-day we reach the end of our long journey, 
after we have spent one more evening among the 
brothers at 

GEORGETOWN. 

Here we are in a smart shoe manufacturing 
town, among wide-awake Odd Fellows. I well 



220 ON THE ROAD. 

remember my first visit to this place, in 1882. 
The hall of Protection Lodge is the same as when 
I met with the brothers at that time. We had 
better rest at the hotel until the hall is open. 
Here arc Brothers Perlcy, Smith, Howe, Prescott, 
Tilton, Mctcalf, Hall, and Bailey. This is one of 
the finest halls in the State. Do you notice the 
beautiful wall decorations and oil paintings? 
Here all the lessons of the ritual are vividly por- 
trayed. We would be pleased to meet with the 
brothers when there are a large number present, 
and will make it a point to do so at some future 
time. We will make some calls at the shoe-shops 
this morning and speak with Brother J. E. Bailey, 
proprietor. He is very kind in permitting us to 
converse with Brothers Daniels and Charles J. 
Bailey. He says, " There are a number of broth- 
ers in the shop on the opposite side of the street. 
Inquire for J. L. Huntington." He will show us 
Brothers Fairbrother, Wiley, Peaks, Scates, Cor- 
wins, Palmer, White, and Batchelder. 

The expected moment has arrived. We will 
hasten on board the train, and in the words of the 
poet say, " Fly swift around, ye wheel of time, and 
bring the welcome clay ! " How rapidly we are 
passing the stations along the route ! We are at 
the Scarboro' crossing. Now the Maine General 
Hospital and the high grounds of Bramhall come 
fully to view. We are entering the Union station. 
Horse-cars to the city. Down Congress, Middle, 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 221 

Pearl, and Commercial street, and we are on 
board the steamer upon the smooth waters in 
Portland harbor. 

Brother Reader, I invite you to take a stroll 
with me to-day. We will go to the city. I will 
introduce you to some of my newspaper acquaint- 
ances. First we will call at the office of the 
" Portland Daily Press." In years past I have 
been pleasantly connected with the paper as re- 
porter and correspondent. Allow me to introduce 
you to Messrs. Cobb, Wade, Hinds, and Fassett, 
of the editorial staff; Mr. Nutter and Mr. Morton, 
business managers and book-keepers ; and Mr. 
George H. Lefavor, foreman of the composing- 
room. You will find them all gentlemanly, 
obliging newspaper-makers. In this office are 
Messrs. Osgood, Barrows, and Melvin, of the 
"Argus'' editorial staff. On Market street is the 
" Sunday Times " office. This is Mr. Giles O. 
Bailey, the editor. This gentleman at the desk is 
Mr. Robert Rexdale, Portland's gifted poet, local 
editor of the " Times." 

At the post-office I will introduce you to Hon. 
Herbert G. Briggs, postmaster, and Leroy S. San- 
born, Esq., chief clerk. Down on Exchange 
street is the office of the " Odd Fellows' Register." 
We will ascend the stairs and speak with Mr. T. 
D. Sale, the editor and proprietor. 

You will enjoy a sail this beautiful day in the 
harbor on the steam-ferry " Cornelia H." The 



222 ON THE ROAD. 

boat is ready to start. The landing on the oppo- 
site side of the harbor is 

SOUTH PORTLAND. 

A short walk up the street, and we will find a 
comfortable resting-place at the office of the 
" Cape Elizabeth Sentinel," edited and published 
by Harford Brothers. Here is my old friend 
John Henry. He is busy reading proof and 
making up the form. Brother Harford, allow me 
to introduce you to Brother Reader, my old trav- 
elling companion. He desires to look about your 
village, to enter Castle Hall, and sec where the 
K.P. and I.O.O.F. boys hold their weekly assem- 
blies. We have some time to remain here before 
returning to the city. I will introduce you to some 
of the brothers of Elizabeth City Lodge. There 
are a number of them doing business on the street. 
Here are Brothers Knight, Hoes, Spear, Turrell, 
J. O. Smith, Cole, March, Kemp, and Willard. 
Let us walk up the road, over the hill, and visit 
that part of the town called 

WILLARD. 

Here we will meet men who may exhibit a 
rough, unseemly exterior, but possess a good, true 
heart within. They go down to the sea in small 
boats, and not infrequently get in return for days 



NEARING THE LAST MILESTONE. 223 

and nights of hard labor the fishermen's luck. 
Here are some of them just landing at the shore. 
Let us see how many little and big fishes they 
have caught. Here are Henry, Jcdediah, Samuel, 
Elijah, and George Loviett, and Allen Cole. This 
is the Loviett District. Mr. Simonton keeps the 
store and post-office. We will keep the shore 
road down to the ferry-landing, and return to the 
city. 

This is a fine morning. I will procure a team, 
that we may enjoy a drive to Knightville, Turner's 
Island, Ligonia, and the Rolling Mills. We have 
a grand view from Bramhall and Munjoy. 

END OF THE JOURNEY. 

Here, Brother Reader, I cannot better express 
my feelings than in the words of the poet when I 
clasp your friendly hand : — 



" When a man ain't got a cent, and he's feelin' kind o' blue, 
An' the clouds hang dark an' heavj', an' won't let the sun- 
shine through, 
It's a great thing, oh, my brethren, for a feller just to lay 
His hand upon your shoulder in a friendly sort o' way. 



" It makes a man feel curious; it makes the teardrops start, 
And you sort o' feel a nutter in the region of the heart. • 
You can't look up an' meet his eyes; you don't know what to 

say, 
When his hand is on your shoulder in a friendly sort o' way. 



224 0-^ T THE ROAD. 

" Oh, the world's a curious compound, with its honey and its 

gall, 
With its cares and bitter cross; but a good world after all. 
And a good Got! must have made it — leastways that's what I 

say, 
When a hand rests on my shoulder in a friendly sort o' wav." 



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