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George P. Rowell and Company's American Newspaper Directory containing accurate lists of all the newspapers and periodicals published in the United States and territories, and the dominion of Canada, and British Colonies of North America, together with a description of the towns and cities in which they are published: description of towns and cities. (ed. George P. Rowell and company), New Hampshire, Dover, Strafford County, New Hampshire (search)
Dover, Strafford County, New Hampshire a city of 10,000 pop., on Cocheco River, 12 miles from Portsmouth. Largely engaged in manufacturing.
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Narrative and legendary poems (search)
day, While, like the actors in a play, Pass in their ancient guise along The figures of my border song: What time beside Cocheco's flood The white man and the red man stood, With words of peace and brotherhood; When passed the sacred calumet From liBut evermore Squando's heart is sad and sore; And his poor squaw waits at home For the feet that never come! Waldron of Cocheco, hear! Squando speaks, who laughs at fear; Take the captives he has ta'en; Let the land have peace again! “ As the wordthe Master's look, He measured his path with prayers of pain For peace with God and nature again. And in after years to Cocheco came The bruit of a once familiar name; How among the Dutch of New Netherlands, From wild Danskamer to Haarlem sandls, Aress an able and manly letter to the court at Salem, remonstrating against the witchcraft trials. the tossing spray of Cocheco's fall Hardened to ice on its rocky wall, As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn, Three women passed, at the cart
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Index of first lines (search)
The sunlight glitters keen and bright, II. 14. The suns of eighteen centuries have shone, III. 275. The sun that brief December day, II. 135. The sweet spring day is glad with music, IV. 120. The sword was sheathed: in April's sun, IV. 286. The tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, III. 356. The tent-lights glimmer on the land, III. 230. The threads our hands in blindness spin, II. 311. The time of gifts has come again, II. 64. The tossing spray of Cocheco's fall, i. 400. The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed, II. 339. The wave is breaking on the shore, III. 63. The winding way the serpent takes, i. 285. The years are but half a score, III. 371. The years are many since his hand, IV. 88. The years are many since, in youth and hope, i. 289. The years that since we met have flown, IV. 407. They hear They thee not, O God! nor see, II. 209. They left their home of summer ease, II. 76. They sat in silent w
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Margaret Smith's Journal (search)
m and his people unless he did join with the Eastern Indians to cut off the English. I remember, said Rebecca, of hearing my father speak of this Squando's kindness to a young maid taken captive some years ago at Presumpscot. I saw her at Cocheco, said the sick man. Squando found her in a sad plight, and scarcely alive, took her to his wigwam, where his squaw did lovingly nurse and comfort her; and when she was able to travel, he brought her to Major Waldron's, asking no ransom for her. ot for a certainty. November 8. Yesterday, to my great joy, came my beloved Cousin Rebecca from Boston. In her company also came the worthy minister and doctor of medicine, Mr. Russ, formerly of Wells, but now settled at a plantation near Cocheco. He is to make some little tarry in this town, where at this present time many complain of sickness. Rebecca saith he is one of the excellent of the earth, and, like his blessed Lord and Master, delighteth in going about doing good, and comfor
George Bancroft, History of the United States from the Discovery of the American Continent, Vol. 3, 15th edition., Chapter XXI (search)
nglish no trading house in the bay, except that of which, in 1685, they had dispossessed the French at Port Nelson. That post remained to the English; but the sons of Lemoine intercepted the forces which were sent to proclaim William of Orange monarch over jagged cliffs, 1689. and deep ravines never warmed by a sunbeam,—over the glaciers and mountains, the rivers and tradinghouses in Hudson's Bay. Exulting in their success, they returned to Quebec. In the east, blood was first shed at Cocheco, where, 1689. June 27. thirteen years before, an unsuspecting party of three hundred and fifty Indians had been taken prisoners, and shipped for Boston, to be sold into foreign slavery. The memory of the treachery was indelible; and the Indian emissaries of Castin easily excited the tribe of Penacook to revenge. On the evening of the twentyseventh of June, two squaws repaired to the house of Richard Waldron, and the octogenarian magistrate bade them lodge on the floor At night, they rise
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., Medford Branch railroad. (search)
drawing, made by one we know capable, that tallies with this, which is said to have appeared first in Gleason's Pictorial and reprinted in some other in later years. The views in Barber's Historical Collection almost always showed men and boys under tall hats, and even the first steam train in America is notable therefor. In our old-time picture the engine men wear the more sensible cap, while the fuel shown is wood. There were then no coal-burning engines. Next there was Engine Cocheco, built at Lowell, on the Branch a long time; weight, twelve tons. And later, and for many years, the engine Camilla, that weighed twenty tons and was built in Boston. We fancy that Mr. Crook, the conductor, with his hat, dickey and resplendent badge would create a sensation on the Medford Branch today. The Branch has not been without its fatalities, one in its early days— James B. Gregg, a prominent business man in Medford, was killed on the Branch at Medford Junction April 28,