heir dealings with their servants.
His own clock will help us answer these questions.
In Charles Brooks' History of Medford, is a story that is still touching, even if it is packed away in a lot nning a course of plunder and slaughter, killed, among others, the parents of these children.
Mr. Brooks relates how the orphans in some unknown way escaped and fled to the wharves and found a friendigation into this tradition will give us an insight into the Medford homes of two centuries ago. Brooks, in his history, used about all the existing material concerning John Albree.
The first record n different ways, according to which word, orphans or clock, made the deeper impression.
To Charles Brooks' sympathetic nature, the word orphans appealed.
His history shows what a delightful man he cial acts, determined for us who twenty-five of the best citizens were, and the list is found in Brooks' History of Medford (page 334). Who of us would dare to serve on a committee to nominate the twe
f the blaze was at such distance from the reservoir that one company had to draw and pass the water to the tub nearest the fire.
The rivalry here was unbounded, and the washing (that is, causing an overflow), or the emptying of the tub nearest the fire, called for the loudest of cheers from the victorious company.
Fires were sometimes set by persons who coveted the enjoyment of this rivalry.
Of this a notorious instance occurred soon after the completion of the reservoir at the head of Brooks park in 1853.
A fire was first set in the stable at the Royall House, and when that was nearly consumed, another was started in a barn on the south corner of Main street and Stearns avenue. Saturday night was chosen for the sport, which did not end till well into Sunday morning.
The most disastrous fire the town ever suffered occurred November 2, 1850, when the buildings, thirty-six in all, on both sides of Main street, from the bridge to South street, were consumed.
Fifteen engines cam
re James Bride and Augustus Baker.
Directly opposite the hotel, on the site of the present police station, was the home of Nathan Wait, blacksmith.
His buildings extended on Short street (Swan) to Union street, and his premises, on Union and Main street to the Sparrell estate.
The three dwelling houses next south of the police station, and others in the rear, are on land which was Mr. Wait's orchard.
Mr. Wait's shop was near Cradock bridge; he carried on business there for fifty years. Brooks' history accords him the honor of being the first to rescue a fugitive slave in the United States.
He died in Medford, January 5, 1840.
Jonathan Perkins, who married Nathan Wait's daughter, built, lived and died in the third house from the police station.
It was the first dwelling built in Mr. Wait's orchard.
John Sparrell, ship builder, surveyor of land, wood and lumber, and general business man, owned the next lot. His house is still in the possession of his family, and is known as No.