The sawing of mahogany logs was on the decline; other mills, steam-mills, were being started nearer to or in the city, obviating the necessity of rafting the logs from below bridges to the mill two miles or more.
Evidently that side of the mill added nothing to the profits of the establishment.
was tired of it. It was, therefore, upon the gristmill that Quint
must rely for his living.
There were two runs of stone, and the grinding was good.
Farmers and storekeepers brought the corn, wheat, oats, etc., to the mill, and waited for the product.
It was a busy place.
He kept seven horses and employed five men, which would indicate that independently of the business brought to his mill by the farmers and others, he hauled to and from much grain with his own teams for the wholesale dealers in Boston
, who received grain by vessel chiefly in those days, elevators being unknown.
Then came an unexpected and stunning blow from none other than the county commissioners.
From being a private way the turnpike was to develop into a county road.
It must be improved, in fact, rebuilt, and the work was begun.
The way was closed to all travel; only for a short period was Quint
able to pass even over the private way known as ‘Gypsy lane,’ which left the turnpike at a point nearly opposite the mill, and opened on to Main streeet, Medford
, where the entrance to Combination Park
is now; after that he was completely isolated; all business was cut off. He was fenced out, frozen out, starved out. Financially it resulted in a dismal failure, and Quint
was obliged to find other business.
He could get no redress and finally after the avenue was opened he sold the property to a man, a neighbor, for an entirely different use; the purchaser, as Quint
informed me, cheated him outrageously, so that taking it all in all Quint
had a hard experience on the turnpike.
I recall a scene that happened at Ben Fisk's house one spring morning in ‘65.
, big, ruddy, somewhat gray, lived in a little one-story house just off the turnpike on ‘Gypsy Lane’ on the borders of the old canal just about at the easterly end of the Combination Park
property; the site is still visible; in fact, a portion