r two engines were of the same type and build, and our illustration may well portray the one in charge of the Governor Brooks Company.
There is much in these old books that throws light upon the doings and diversions of some of the men of the time before the war. The apparatus they used is obsolete, the volunteer system a thing of the past, but the records are both instructive and amusing.
The original company of the name was formed in November, 1835. James T. Floyd was foreman and George L. Stearns, clerk.
By July 2, 1839, its numbers had been so reduced that it was voted to surrender the engine to the selectmen and disband.
Twenty days later a new company of twenty-nine men was formed, with John T. White as foreman and D. H. Forbes, clerk and treasurer.
The town had procured a new engine, to which the same name was given, and had voted to sell the old one.
Passing over a period of ten years, we find that the company celebrated its anniversary on June 6, 1850, which was th
ed off from the branch canal which brought timber to the river from the Middlesex canal at a point near the Columbian hotel.
On the south the yard had no fence except the side of a linseed oil factory, owned by Henry Stearns, brother of Major George L. Stearns.
This mill was an instance of abominable heedlessness.
Instead of delivering its escaping steam into the upper air by a high chimney, it actually delivered it into the school yard through a level pipe on the ground.
The steam was hot, now.
Perhaps all this beautiful scene is now spoiled by the dam below or by the great sewer construction.
I have not seen it for sixty years.
Boating on the river was good.
Captain King, who originally lived in the house later of Major Geo. L. Stearns, moved to a house near the river a little off South street, and set up a fine able boat.
She was schooner rigged, a style best for shortening sail in our twisting river.
His son George, a schoolmate of mine, was the skipper and would o