The Duke of Stockbridge: A Romance of Shays' RebellionBellamy, Edward
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The Duke of Stockbridge: A Romance of Shays' Rebellion
Bellamy, Edward
Shays' Rebellion, 1786-1787 -- Fiction
In the dearth of any further details of the Northampton uprising,
the talk among the crowd on Stockbridge Green turned largely upon
reminiscences and anecdotes of the disturbances at the same place,
and at Hatfield four or five years previous. Ezra Phelps, who had
been concerned in them, having subsequently removed from Hatfield to
Stockbridge, enjoyed by virtue of that fact an oracular eminence, and
as he stood under the shadow of the buttonwood tree before the tavern,
relating his experiences, the people hung upon his lips.
“Parson Ely,” he explained, “Parson Sam'l Ely wuz kinder tew the head on
us. He wuz a nice sorter man, I tell yew. He wuz the on'y parson I ever
seen ez hed any flesh in his heart for poor folks, 'nless it be some o'
them ere Methody an Baptis preachers ez hez come in sence the war, an
I callate they ain' reglar parsons nuther. Leastways, thuther parsons,
they turned Parson Ely aout o' the min'stry daown to Somers whar he wuz,
fer a tellin the poor folks they didn' git their rights. Times wuz hard
four or five year ago, though they warn't so all-fired hard ez they be
naow. Taxes wuz high 'nuff, an money wuz dretful skurce, an thar wuz
lots o' lawin an suein o' poor folks. But gosh, ef we'd a known haow
much wuss all them things wuz a going tew git, we sh'd a said we wuz
well orf. But ye see we warn't so uster bein starved an cheated an
jailed an knocked roun' then's we be sence, an so we wuz kinder desprit,
an a slew on us come daown from Hatfield tew Northampton an stopped the
court, wen t'wuz gonter set in the spring o' '82. I callate we went tew
work baout the same ez Dan Shays an them fellers did las' week. Wal,
arter we'd did the job an gone hum agin, Sheriff Porter up an nabbed the
parson, an chucked him inter jail. He was long with us ye see, though
he warn't no more tew blame nor any of us. Wal, ye see, we callated
t'wouldn't be ezzackly fa'r tew let parson git intew trouble fer
befriendin on us, an so baout 300 on us went daown tew Northampton agin,
and broke open the jail an tuk parson aout. The sheriff didn' hev nothin
tew say wen we wuz thar, but ez soon ez we'd gone hum, he up an took
three o' the parson's frens as lived to Northampton an chucked em inter
jail fer tew hold ez sorter hostiges. He callated he'd hev a ring in the
parson's nose that ere way, so's he wouldn' dass dew nothin. Thar warn't
no law nor no reason in sech doins, but 'twuz plantin time, leastways
gittin on tew it, and he callated the farmers wouldn' leave ther farms,
not fer nothin. But he mistook. Ye see we wuz fightin mad. Baout 500 on
us tuk our guns an made tracks fer Northampton. Sheriff he'd got more'n
a thousan milishy tew defend the jail, but the milishy didn' wanter
fight, an we did, an that made a sight o' odds, fer wen we stopped night
tew the taown an sent word that ef he didn' let them fellers aout o'
jail we'd come an take em aout, he let em aout dum quick.”
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