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Benjamin Cutter, William R. Cutter, History of the town of Arlington, Massachusetts, ormerly the second precinct in Cambridge, or District of Menotomy, afterward the town of West Cambridge. 1635-1879 with a genealogical register of the inhabitants of the precinct., chapter 4 (search)
d—at Hartford—and in Hadley. The estate in England after some time my grandfather sold, but employing a knave, lost it. The estate at Hartford he gave to his son Aaron. That in Hadley to his sons Westwood and Samuel, and to his son Moses his estate from his own father in Northampton. He died 1716, aged 76. He had eight children: viz., Sarah, married to Daniel Hovey; Joanna, to Samuel Porter; Aaron, at Hartford; Westwood, Samuel and Moses, all married at Hadley; Elizabeth, married to Ichabod Smith, and Bridget, married to John Bernard. These all had large families, and all survived my grandfather, except Joanna, who died in 1712, soon after the birth of her eighteenth living child. My grandmother Sarah Cooke died 1730, aged 87. Mr. Westwood died in 1669, and his wife in 1676; the will of each is on record in Hadley, with the inventory of his estate; there is no allusion to any property in England, which must have been sold—and lost, perhaps—before his death. He had no estate
The Daily Dispatch: March 21, 1863., [Electronic resource], Ventriloquism. (search)
an, disrobed a dead Yankee, and assumed the garb of a Federal sergeant — While on his way to Richmond, a ventriloquist, one of the tribe of Benjamin, learned the story connected with the negro's apparel. After nightfall, when the negro was nodding with a valise between his feet, a deep-toned voice proceeded from it. Voice--I say, Sam, wake up; them's my clothes you've got on. Sam--Who's dat ? (The Colonel says that Sam's eyeballs protruded a foot when the carpet-sack began the colloquy.) Voice--I'm Ichabod Smith of the 13th Connecticut, killed at Lexington, Kentucky. You robbed me of my clothes. Sam--Fore God, massa Yankee, I didn't spec you'd want em no more. Voice--Off with em, d — n you. In less than a minute Sam shucked himself. There he stood in the fireless car, on a cold winter night. His teeth chattering, his napped wool straightened, and his eyes rolled about in the agony of hopeless terror. Never since has Sam touched the Yankee clothes