Dungeon Rock; or, the pirate's cave, at LynnEmerson, N. S. (Nannette Snow)
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Dungeon Rock; or, the pirate's cave, at Lynn
Emerson, N. S. (Nannette Snow)
Pirates -- Massachusetts -- Lynn -- History
Again the hand of time has made its mark in and around Dungeon Rock.
Twenty-eight years have come and gone since this little book first
went on its mission, and with them, many of those most interested in
the progress and prosperity of the work and workers at the cave, have
passed on to spirit life. One only, of the little family yet lives.
Far away in the sunny South-west, in her own home, the first to say
farewell to home and loved ones. Next the gentle, kind-hearted wife and
mother, was called away by death’s relentless hand. The father and son
still held steadfast to their faith, working winters and attending to
visitors during the summer and autumn months. Friends always came in
times of need, and when hope was ready to give way to doubt, and when
hands and hearts grew weary with their labors, some cheering message
from the other side, or the fulfilment of a long ago communication,
gave them new courage and energy, and thus the work continued. The
father’s health had been gradually failing, and in 1868 he joined the
spirit band without having reached the cave occupied by the pirates,
though quite a cave had been made by the excavators, and a huge pile of
stone near by gave ample proof of the unwavering purpose of this man’s
life for nearly twenty years. Intelligent, energetic and capable,
sharp and clear-sighted, with a vein of humor, and pleasing manner, he
welcomed all to his humble abode, whether believer or skeptic, with
the same good natured, honest expressions of interest and assurance in
the work, that he fully believed was given him to do by disembodied
spirits, receiving, as he sometimes said all things as compliments,
whether donations of money, provisions, or a profusion of wordy advice
or ridicule. He had many firm friends, who were ever ready to lend
their assistance in life, and in his death missed the companionship of
a good and upright man.
Thus Hiram Marble, the Excavator, finds rest from his labors, and
his inanimate form is placed beside that of his wife in the little
church-yard of his native town in western Massachusetts.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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