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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 14., An old Medford Landmark. (search)
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Story of the Royall house.
Read before the Boston Tea Party Chapter, D. A. R., upon the completion of their room in the Royall House.
In this room is one of the original tea chests that was emptied into the big teapot (Boston Harbor) on December 16, 1773. Under the grand old forest trees, With a song on his lips and a gun in his hand, John Winthrop walked over the hills and the leas, And gazed with calm pride on God's gift of land. ‘Ten Hills’ pointed upwards toward Heaven's own blue, All around him the woods grew dense and tall, He walked till the path was lost to view; And the sound of the winds and the night birds' call, Were all familiar things he knew; The dark came down, but he felt no fear, He lighted a fire, and sung a psalm, His voice in thanksgiving rang true and clear, For he trusted in God to keep him from harm. When daylight came he looked around, ‘I will build me a house on this land’ said he; “The oak and the pine shall be cut for the frame, The bricks sh
The legend of cheese Rock.
For the Forest Festival, June 7, 1882. In sixteen hundred thirty-one, It was a winter day, When Winthrop, Nowell, Eliot, To northward strolled away. The frozen Mistick flood they crossed, Ere Cradock's mansion stood; O'er swamps and rocky hills they pressed, Through miles of lofty wood. They crossed a lovely ice-bound lake, With islands here and there; ‘spot pond’ they called it, from the rocks That showed their noddles bare. Then up northwestwardly they climbed, A hill well crowned with trees, And hungry there, as well might be, They dined on simple cheese. For, why?
the guv'nor's man in haste, And careless how they fed, His basket loaded with the cheese And quite forgot the bread. This fact so simple and so grand, To us they handed down; ‘cheese Rock’ they named that lovely hill, Those men of high renown. Some smaller men cut off the trees And then they named it ‘Bare’; And when the bushes wildly grew The spelled it ‘B-e-a-r.’ But natu