Browsing named entities in Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17.. You can also browse the collection for Caleb Swan or search for Caleb Swan in all documents.

Your search returned 8 results in 2 document sections:

Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., Medford Smelt and Smelt Brooks. (search)
catch smelts in Whitmore brook. Another and older Medford boy, Caleb Swan, has left the following written record of December, 1855:— Meing-house brook rises north of Mr. Dudley Hall's land, and east of Mr. Swan's woods called Ram-head. It runs through Mr. Peter C. Hall's farm, and through Mr. Swan's meadow, and unites with the creek from the river by the old meeting-house lot owned by Mr. Swan. In April, immense nMr. Swan. In April, immense numbers of smelts come up from the river and creek into the brook. They are taken in scoop-nets by the boys, early in the morning, in great qury sides; 6 to 8 inches long, and 6 to 10 weigh a pound. . . . Dr. Swan wrote B. L. S., His brother, Benjamin L. Swan, of Oyster Bay, N of smelts last night; he says they have come quite plenty. Mr. Caleb Swan, living in New York, made note thus, January 3, 1863:— Somea-pound smelts of the New York market were doubtless degenerate in Mr. Swan's estimation, as the brother doctor's letters from Medford stirred
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., Deacon's demijohn destroyed. (search)
t some funny stories relative of course to Medford or her people. In Vol. II. p. 167 of the Register is a memoir of Deacon Samuel Train, the man of solemn aspect mentioned in this issue by Mr. Stetson. It contains a story of the accidental breaking of a demijohn of choice whiskey just presented him. A large one too, as according to the deacon's statement, the whiskey for ten feet around was six inches deep, and his clothes smelt so strong that his daughter thought he was intoxicated. Caleb Swan made note of another occurence in which the deacon met his match, and records that the deacon (probably proud of his smart grandson) told Mrs. Peggy Swan that he shouted up the stairway to the boy, Keep still or I'll come and cut your liver out, and then the boy replied, What will you do with it, grandpa,—cook it for breakfast? Of course it must be understood that such were the whimsical exaggerations and expressions of a good and worthy man; habits fixed perhaps before acquiring the sole