Mary Baker Gravesite

The Mary Baker graveside has a single internment.

It is located on Rte. 4 nearly opposite to where Whittemore Road enters Rte 4 off the lane connecting Rte 4 to rte 127 and close to if not on their residence at the time.

It is in the process of being renovated.

Her spouse John Baker, MD. was born in Salisbury and practiced here from 1841-1851.

Mary was the sister of his first wife Esther Town.

In Jan 2, 2845 Mary died, leaving one son George who moved to Nebraska.

Dr, Baker practiced in Antrim,  Hillsborough, Salisbury and Lowell Mass. from whence he went to Arkansas, dying June 1851.

Hence the single grave.

Obelisks

Examples of Pyramid top and Obelisk pylon, Smiths Corner graveyard adjacent to Maplewood cemetery

Several Classical Revival Egyptian style obelisks can be found in Oak Hill and Smith’s Corner cemeteries, among others.

Mourning Draperies

Urn with Mourning Drapery

Mourning draperies were used as decorative symbols on tombstones to signify sorrow.

Before the existence of funeral parlors the body would lay in state in the parlor. It was the custom to cover everything in black. The use of draperies became the style. Some had fancy frills and tassels. They became the expression of mourning. They were used even after burial for a time as a symbol of mourning.

 

Remembering Early Telecommunications


Oral Histories

PS-Paul Shaw is the interviewer and author of. They Said in Salisbury is available from the Salisbury Historical Society and on view at the Salisbury Free Library.


Fred L Adams born 1911

Excerpts from an Interview by Paul S. Shaw, MD. re: Telecommunications

Date Feb 1989

Place:  Fred’s house, North Road Salisbury

Published in They Said It In Salisbury by Paul S. Shaw, MD pgs 5-6

PS- Your Dad was involved with the telephone company, in the formation. Can you tell me something about that?

F- My Dad didn’t come here till about 1909, somewhere around there. He had been in a New York in a brokerage firm working there. He was and an accountant. He and mother were married and lived in New Jersey for a year and a half, and then came back here. He took over the telephone company at that time.

PS-Your mother’s father was one of the directors?

F- Yes. he took over management of the company. That was located where Fred Richardson lives now.     (note-this is house #1 a the crossroad of rte 127&rte 4 NE corner)

PS- Yes, I have of tape of Liza Buzzell’s description of geing the first operator.

F- I would say she probably was over in the old store across the road but I wouldn’t swear to this. Eventually in was in the Richardson’s house, the front room of the house on the corner, the room next to the driveway in the front.

PS- How complicated a system did you have in those days?

F- It wasn’t very complicated, just a pair of wires running here and there. Eighteen people on one line or more, sometimes up to twenty.  There were two toll circuits going into Franklin then, later there eight or nine. There there was a circuit into Penacoock and one into Concord.

PS- Any interesting stories about the company in your fathers day?

F- The most interesting was the storms. They could be snow or hurricanes. They’d blow the stuff  down and you have’d to go up and work like hell.

PS- When you got through school you went to work with the telephone company?

F-Yes

PS- How big a crew did you have and what part of the telephone lines did you cover?

F- Well, were into Wilmot, Andover, Danbury, East Andover, Salisbury, Webster, Boscawen and into the edge of Franklin

PS- How big a crew?

F- In the wintertime, two and that wasn’t full time either. In the summertime we’d have three or four especially if we were putting in a line, setting poles and running new wires. As the company grew we had to keep putting up cross arms and wires on the poles, so there were five pairs of wires on each cross arm. At one time going between the Crossroads and the Heights there were four ten-pin cross arms on the poles, so there were five pair of wires on each cross arm. Also, the first cables we had there were just a few short pieces around the village here, because we had so many wires going out we didn’t know what to do with them.

PS-The people that don’t remember the old days before cables can’t get a picture of wha the world would be today if we had separate pair of wires for every telephone.

F-Oh my God! It would be impossible, you just can’t do it. I know today (note: 1989), especially in New London the they have condominiums they are putting in two pairs of wires for each unit. And that isn’t enough. One fellow up there recently wanted four or five lines for one unit.

pg 8-

PS. How about natural catastrophes such as hurricanes, or anything like that.   Anything unusual happen with the telephone Company?

F-Yes. The 1938 Hurricane kicked out most of the equipment we had outside those were all single wires in those days. It took three weeks before we got the last telephone working  and that’s working from daylight until dark. We stayed in Andover and worked as long as we could see, and took off the next morning just as soon as there was light enough for us to see. Then we’ve had a lot of heavy snowstorms that have taken a lot of stuff down I can’t tell you the years or when.


Oral Histories

Liza Buzzell b. 1887 and worked at theTelephone office by 1901.

Excerpts from an Interview by Paul S. Shaw, MD. and Joy Chamberlain Re: Telecommunications

Date Dec. 6, 1988

Place:  New London Nursing Center

Published in They Said It In Salisbury by Paul S. Shaw, MD

p 45-46

L- I went to work for the telephone company when I was fourteen. I got a dollar and a half a week, and if I had half a day off a month I was lucky. And I got paid when they went collecting. When I got trough I was getting five dollars.

PS- Was the telephone office right here in the house? (note: House #1 NE Crossroads of rte 127 & rte 4 referred to as the Richardson house by Fred Adams)

L-  The office first was in the back of Little’s Store. that was across the street. They had a back room.

PS- Was that beside the church?

L- No, it was across the street, where the Crossroads Store is now. Chapman’s hotel was next. There were four buildings there. And the Grand Army got the building and fixed it up, made a dance hall, a dining room and a check room.-everything it was lovely. And up in the attic a fire started . etc  (note: This area was devastated by a fire and the buildings burned in 1894) 


page 50-52 Excerpts

PS- Tell us about the Telephone Company:

L- John Little was the manager, and tom Little the general manger. W.W, Burbank was president and lived in Webster….(etc. see p.50 They Said It in Salisbury.)

PS- Who else worked there?

L- Etta Holmes, and she was Etta Taylor, she married Fred Taylor. Viral Taylor she just died she worked there. George Fellow’s wife worked there. I think those were the (ones).  I liked the telephone company work. I wish I had stayed with it.

PS- You say you had to crank the thing to make it ring?

L- Oh, yes.  You had to crank the phone, and in the switchboard you had to turn that- alarm at night. And then they brought the thing to ring with batteries…(etc.)

PS- You had several people on each line and you had a different rings for different people?

L- Yes. long rings and short. They’d ring each other and  there’d be four or five talking. It was a party line. Ha! Ha! You’d have go in and ask for the line.

PS- Was there a tea room in the telephone office?

L-??? No there was one across the street in the store.  (note: Another building existed between her house and the church thats was called The Red Tea House for a time after around 1938).

L- They moved the telephone office to the front room in our house, in  my room.  That’s where it was last. Now they don’t have a telephone office. (note: Update-There is currently a Kearsarge Telephone Company building located a short distance away on rte 4)

PS- Fred Adams’ father, Bert, was pretty active in the telephone company wasn’t he?

His mother was a Little.

L- Yes.  Carrie Little, Tom Little’s daughter. Ralph Little and George were in the telephone office when I was, and Tom Little was general manger.

NH Early African American communities of Warner, Salisbury, Gilmanton (Belknap Co), Canterbury, Sanbornton

Salisbury NH;

James Haskell, an African American, served in the Civil War in the famous Mass. 54th Regiment under Robert Gould Shaw, survived and is buried at the Smith’s Corner/Bean Cemetery in Salisbury though he died in Newport NH.

We know his grandfather John Haskell lived a short distance away over the town line in Warner, a short distance from the original Smith’s Corner/Bean cemetery, before it was moved to Rte 4  out of the Blackwater Flood plain in the 1940’s.

Prior to that a record was made of inscriptions on tombstones in that graveyard and James Haskell is not listed though he is indeed buried with a readable stone in the new graveyard by that name.

We know his father, William Haskell, was a well known basket maker who lived in Warner NH but his burial site is unknown

We know he is connected to the famed Anthony Clark of Warner and Sampson Battis/Moore (1752-1853) of Revolutionary war fame from Canterbury.

We know he was married to Dorcas Paul who resided in Sanbornton shortly after the Civil War to her death.

Any further info on the connected Paul, Clark and Battis/Moore lines are welcome.

Please consider the attached PDF genealogies as works in progress and not definitive genealogy reports. Corrections and additions welcome:

John Haskell

Jacob Paul

 

Remembering the Artillery Range


These postings are dedicated to gathering information, data, photographs, impression/remembrances of the days when Smith’s Corner served as a site for the National Guard Artillery. At the time Salisbury was sparsely populated compared to its earlier days and today but the area effected would also include Tucker Pond, Watson District, Couchtown Warner, East warner, Scribner’s Corners, West Salisbury and likely farther. Please add whatever you have to give us some sense of those days.

In an interview in 1988 by Paul Shaw (PS), later compiled in “They Said It in Salisbury”, Fred Courser (FC) recounts one citizens impression of the use of Smith’s Corner and Mt. Kearsarge as a firing range between 1922-1935.

One man’s view: p. 79-80

FC- “Sometime in the twenties, before we moved back, the 172nd field artillery of the State of New Hampshire National Guard made up their mind they wanted a target range and they just moved up to McAlister’s (Smith’s Corner) set up their guns and started firing, saying nothing to nobody. They scared a couple of horses over the mountain. Father had to pay $33 to get them back. They killed one animal of his .”…

FC- “It didn’t seem right they come and shot up the land”

At this point in the conversation he seems to refer to a lawsuit.

-PS- “Did they keep coming in during the intervening years?”

FC- “Well after they won the suit they.. Col. Morrril would come around and hire the open part of the pasture and he hired part of the open part of the Sawyer pasture. They paid then a small fee for the privilege of shooting up in there, but there wasn’t suppose to be any cattle in there, although I can remember as a small boy going up and getting the cattle out and getting them over onto the Sutton side of the mountain”.

PS- “The first few years they shot they used the 105 mm Howitzers roughly a six-inch gun. The last of it they were firing one pounders”.’

FC- “The one pounders were the ones that Lefty Harris and Jeb Harriman were fooling around with when they got stove up.” (shot up?)

PS- ” That was a small projectile about 1 1/2 in. diameter. These two boys from Warner were handling it when it exploded, and the Harris boy lost part of his hand.”

“A Day With The Websters”

A PLEASANT REMINISCENCE.

The following is from the pen of the late Gen. Walter Harriman, who gave much examination to the early history of the town of Salisbury, and no little research into the character of its inhabitants, he having been a native and a long time resident of the adjoining town of Warner.-This intro by John Dearborn History of Salisbury 1890

Published in the Granite Monthly May 1880:

A DAY WITH THE WEBSTERS

One bright morning in August, 1875, we ( Mrs. H. and myself) took a suitable team at Concord, with one day’s rations, and, in light marching order, set off for Elms Farm, Shaw’s Corner and Searle Hill. We desired more light on a few points in reference to the early life of Daniel Webster. At Boscawen Plains, that ancient village, with its broad street, shaded houses and “magnificent distances,” we made our first halt. A venerable lady of intelligence and culture gave us the information we there sought. She knew Daniel Webster and his brother Ezekiel. She related interesting anecdotes concerning their life in Boscawen, and pointed out the exact spot where, in 1805, Daniel Webster opened his first law office, and commenced (as he used to express it) “making writs.” He occupied this office but two years, when he gave it up to Ezekiel, and went to Portsmouth. This office, at the Plains, was a small building attached to a dwelling house, just above the ancient cemetery, and on the same side of the street, but it was removed from this place many years ago, and the ground on which it stood is now a shaded lawn.

Some of the readers of this periodical will remember how the country was shocked by the sudden termination of the life of Ezekiel Webster. On the 10th day of April, 1829, while arguing a case in the Court-House at Concord, he fell lifeless to the floor.

Having visited the ancient cemetery at Boscawen, and particularly noticed the inscriptions on the tombstones of Ezekiel Webster and his first wife, we proceeded on our journey. We soon passed the county buildings (and the magnificent farm connected therewith) which overlook the charming valley of the Merrimack, and came to Stirrup-Iron Brook, which comes down from Salisbury, passes under the Northern Railroad and falls into the river. This brook takes its name from the circumstances, that, sometime after the independence of the colonies was acknowledged, Gen. Dearborn, of Revolutionary fame, while going, on horseback, to visit a sister at Andover, in fording this stream, which was then at a high stage of water, lost one of his stirrup-irons.

We cross the railroad and are soon looking both to the right and left upon the broad, smooth acres of the Elms Farm (now the Orphans’ Home). To this place Daniel Webster was brought, with the family, when he was about one year of age, and around this sacred spot clustered all his early recollections. He owned this farm, after his father’s decease, and made annual pilgrimages to it till the year he died. Here was the theatre of his early sports and joys, as well as trials and disappointments. Here his school days began; from here he went to Philips Academy at Exeter for a term of six months, when fourteen years of age; from here he went to Boscawen Plains, under the instruction of Rev. Samuel Wood, D.D., to prepare for college, in the spring of 1797; from here he went to Dartmouth, and when he graduated, with distinction, in 1801, it was right here where he entered the law office of Thomas W. Thompson, as a student of Blackstone.

This Thompson first opened an office at Salisbury South Road, but after remaining there a year he came down to the river road, where his office was nearly opposite the Webster House. This office was removed many years ago and made the ell of a house standing on the hill towards Shaw’s Corner. Thompson finally went to Concord, and after a life of industry and success, having filled the chair of Speaker of our House of Representatives in June, and served as Senator in the Congress of the United States from June, 1814, to March, 1817 (to fill a vacancy), he died and was buried in Concord.

With reverent step we entered the Webster cemetery at the Elms Farm; saw where Captain Ebenezer Webster and his wife, Abigail, (the parents of Daniel) as well as many others of his kindred, were laid to rest, and we felt that this was the proper place for the dust of the great expounder to sleep instead of being secreted off in that lonely pasture at Marshfield. We felt, too, that Webster made a mistake in cultivating the barren slopes of Green Harbor and making a home there, when the Elms Farm presented opportunities so much better. We visited the celebrated oak tree on which (as tradition has it) Daniel hung his scythe after failing to make it suit him, hung in any other way. But the tree was then dead on the mow-field. Time had laid it low, as it had him who had often basked in its shade.

Writing of this place toward the close of his life, in a letter to a friend, Webster says: “Looking out at the east windows, with a beautiful sun just breaking out, my eye sweeps along a level field of 100 acres. At the end of it, a third of a mile off, I see plain marble gravestones, designating the places where repose my father and mother, and brothers, and sisters, Mahitable, Abigail and Sarah—good scripture names, inherited from their Puritan ancestors. This fair field is before me. I could see a lamb on my part of it. I have ploughed it, raked it, but I never mowed it; somehow I could never learn to hang a scythe. My brother Joseph used to say that my father sent me to college in order to make me equal to the rest of the children.”

We crossed the mouth of Punch Brook, just above the Elms Farm, and, turning immediately to the left, proceeded on up the old road running to Shaw’s Corner. About half way up, and near where the road crosses the brook, we find the foundations of a saw-mill which Capt. Webster owned when Daniel was a lad. From letters of the latter we learn, that, while at work with his father in this mill, while listening to the roar of the water-fall and gazing on the mountains and forests in their grandeur, Daniel Webster had his first visions of future eminence, or of the possibility of it. Here, to this youth, there were “sermons in stones, tongues in trees, and books in the running brooks.”

A half a mile or more to the northward of Shaw’s Corner, on a road leading to East Andover, and on the charmed banks of Punch Brook, where the birds sing sweetly in May, is the birthplace of Daniel Webster. Here Judge Webster, coming up from Kingston, selected his farm in the wilderness. It was average land for tillage and pasture, and was quite valuable on account of its pine timber, but by years of neglect and waste the farm has become very ordinary. The old log cabin was demolished before Daniel’s birth, but the spot where it stood is still visible, as well as the foundations of the grist-mill which Capt. Webster erected on Punch Brook. The well and the historic elm are there, and a part of the little frame house in which Daniel Webster was born is there, constituting the ell of the present two story house standing on the premises. The room in which Daniel was born is there, precisely as it was Jan. l8, 1782, excepting that now there are two windows in front, whereas, at the former period, there was but one. Of all these facts we satisfied ourselves after patient and thorough investigation.

We now began our toilsome ascent. The sun having passed an hour beyond its high meridian, and our experiences for the day having been not totally unlike those of him of the olden time, who, “in weariness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings,” pursued his high calling, we halted and went into bivouac. On the eastern slope of Searle Mountain, under the shade of a large rock-maple which stood by the side of a sparkling rivulet, we supplied our wants. A fire was kindled, —the coffee-pot and frying-pan were taken from the carriage, and “salt-hoss and hard-tack” (the soldier’s fare) made the foundation of our meal. Old “Nimrod,” the faithful animal who had been ridden in the army, was not forgotten, but was led “into green pastures,” and had set before him his coveted “gallon of shoe pegs” which had been brought along for the occasion.

The summit of Searle Hill (more commonly known, perhaps, as Meeting-house Hill) was now our objective point. It is a mile west of Shaw’s Corner, on an old road leading to Salisbury Centre. The ascent of this hill, especially from the east, is attended with much labor. The hill is both long and steep—very steep, even for the mountainous regions of New Hampshire. The road is rough, and is now entirely abandoned as a public highway. Giving the horse his head, we toiled up this mountain as pedestrians. Half way up from Shaw’s Corner, on the right hand side of the road, is seen an old cellar and all the foundations of extensive farm, buildings, lint the voices which rang on that mountain side are hushed. It was William Webster, a brother to Capt. Ebenezer, who settled on this spot.  Here, in his early manhood, he came and selected his home. Here he raised his large family, lived a life of usefulness and died. But this deserted place is further made memorable by the fact that Daniel Webster, after leaving Exeter Academy in the spring of 1797, and before commencing with Rev. Mr. Wood at Boscawen Plains, taught a private school for a few weeks, on this side-hill, occupying for his schoolhouse a room here in his Uncle William’s dwelling-house. Daniel had a fine class of girls and boys, and his brief charge here, it is said, was pleasant and bewitching. This was

“In life’s morning march, when his bosom Was young.”

On the top of Searle Hill, on the left hand side of the road as we are travelling, stood the first church edifice erected in Salisbury. It could not be hid. It was a large two-story building, without a steeple, with but little inside finish, and with it pulpit at a dizzy height. Think of bleak December,— the cold blasts sweeping down these old mountains, the roads blocked full in every direction,— no fire in the church, but two long sermons, reaching up to sixteenthly, every Sunday. It’s enough to make It saint shudder I

Jonathan Searle, the first occupant of this pulpit, commenced his labors here before the Revolution, viz., in 1773, and closed them, after 18 years of faithful service, in 1791. He was a graduate of Harvard,—a man of large ability and of lofty and dignified bearing. He was also a man of fine personal appearance. He wore a tri-cornered cocked hat, powdered wig, ornamented knee and shoe buckles, with the most ample surplice and gown. All the Websters worshipped in his congregation. Young Daniel was baptised here, by the Rev. Mr. Searle, in the summer of 1782. The day was pleasant and warm, but on that mountain top there was a strong breeze. After the ceremony of baptism, as the Webster family were leaving the church, a Mrs. Clay, who no doubt was an excellent lady though a little intrusive, made herself quite conspicuous. She had on a new bonnet, and a large one,— it was large for the fashion, and fashion at that time justified one simply immense. This bonnet was liberally decked with flowers, feathers and ribbons, and taking it all in all was well calculated to make a sensation on Searle Hill. This good woman pushed her way into the aisle, congratulated the minister on the felicity of his performance, congratulated Captain Webster and his wife on the auspicious event, patted little Daniel lovingly on the cheek, and chiefly cut off the view of the rest of the congregation. Just as she was leaving the vestibule of the church, a sudden flaw of wind struck her ponderous bonnet, snapped the slender thread that fastened it under her chin, and like riches that noted bonnet ” took to itself wings.” This woman called lustily on the dignified Searle, who was nearest to it, to seize the fugitive article of head-adornment; and Searle was willing, but it would be un-ministerial for him to run. She called again — “Do, Reverend sir, catch my bonnet; it will be ruined!”  He quickened his pace a little, but still preserved a measured and dignified tread. The distance between pursued and pursuer began rapidly to widen, when good Mrs. Clay, becoming frantic and unguarded, sang out, “Searle, you devil you, why don’t you run!” The reverend gentleman did then accelerate his motion, and overtaking that indispensable article of headgear, bore it in triumph to its distracted owner.

A grandson of this reverend ambassador for Christ is one of the prominent and solid lawyers of Concord, and it is said that in personal appearance and in many characteristics of mind he bears a striking resemblance to his worthy ancestor.

The venerable sanctuary, which the winds and rains of heaven beat upon in the last century, has been gone a great many years, and on the old mountain, which was once the abode of numerous and thrify families, silence now reigns undisturbed. Still the distant view from the summit is as varied and grand as in the days of Daniel Webster’s infancy; still the eye takes a broad reach over mountain, mead and vale, embracing no insignificant fraction of

“This universal frame — thus wondrous fair.”

Coming on down to the South Road, where stands the chief village of Salisbury, we were fortunate in finding a Mrs. Eastman, a native of that town, and a very intelligent old lady, who was pleased to favor us with items of much interest, and who pointed out the very house,(now in a good state of preservation) in which “Daniel Webster, Esq., of Portsmouth, and Miss Grace Fletcher, of Salisbury,” were married, in June, 1808.

Night approaching, and the object of our short trip having been more than realized, we struck a bee-line for Concord.

 

Note the: house wherw Daniwl Webster was married is currently occupied by Dot Bartlett on route 127 near the rossroad.

 

Chasing the Devil

A story from the book New Hampshire Folk Tales compiled by Mrs. Moody P. Gore and Mrs. Guy E. Speare, New Hampshire  Federation of Women’s Club, 1949,   concerns the Reverend Jonathan Searle and what may be called an exorcism.  page 162

Related by: Asa Reddington of Waterville Maine, Revolutionary veteran employed to work a corn field adjacent to “Devils”Rock”. According to the skeptical Mr. Reddington “I did not attend the scene of folly, but the meeting took place in sight of the field where I was howing corn”. It would seem Mr. Reddington was not a follower of Reverend Searle.

Date: Late 1700’s

A certain Mrs. Bailey who was fond of her “toddy” came in after a thunderstorm and made an odd proclamation to those in her home that she had met the Devil. “During the shower the Prince of Darkness appeared to her. In consideration of some valuable promises made her, she entered into a contract with him agreeing to give herself up body and soul to his Infernal Majesty on a certain hour about six days after this interview”. 

When the news was given to Reverend Searle he announced a gathering at that appointed time to perform an “exorcism” and  chase off the devil. Twelve ministers from surrounding towns and parishioners surrounded Mrs. Bailey in a circle singing and praying and supplicating the tempter.  The women was delivered from her tempter and the danger was over at 5 in the afternoon.

Location: Below Searle’s Hill

The location for this event is Split Rock called Devil Rock at the time. This is a deposited glacial rock, very large in size that now exists on private, posted land in a densely wooded area next to a residence but was at one time a “tourist” stop for those coming up along Stirrup Iron Brook by coach via the Gerrish Train stop in Boscawen.

 

Moses Fellows

Larry Johnson  to Salisbury Historical Society

Apr 30, 2017

Dear Sir or Madam, 

I am a descendant of Moses and Sarah Fellows. They lie buried in an old cemetery in your town. Moses was a Revolutionary War hero and lived to a ripe old age, as did his wife. In 1886 there was an obelisk erected and dedicated to his memory “in the southwest corner of the cemetery at the South Road village in Salisbury, N.H.” which I had the good fortune of visiting with my daughter in 1978. It took some effort to find it, since the cemetery at that time was closed and had been somewhat overgrown with vegetation. My daughter and I did a happy little dance when we found the monument.

In 1902 another ancestor of mine wrote in considerable detail about Moses Fellows in a detailed genealogy that must have entailed gathering text from historical documents still extant at the time. He wrote it on a typewriter (which must have been a new invention then), and fortunately his account survives. There is fascinating lore to be found there, and you can download it from this URL: https://media.wix.com/ugd/740e62_3f69171b222c4ed99365c95973862119.pdf.

Here is a summary and some excerpts regarding Moses, whose biography reads like a history of the Revolutionary War itself:

At age 19 Moses enlisted in the Continental Army on May 10, 1775 for eight months service in Capt. Isaac Baldwin’s company. He fought in the Battle of Bunker Hill on June 17, 1775 in Col. John Stark’s regiment (known as the Connecticut Regiment), “stationed at the rail fence extending their line down to Mystic River. Their ammunition was very limited, only twelve rounds to each man. Orders were issued all along the lines not to fire until the whites of their eyes and then aim at their waistbands. Thus they waited the approach of the British regulars on the morning of June 17th 1775. During the battle Cap’t Baldwin was mortally wounded and borne from the field by two men from Hillsborough, viz. McNeil and Andrews. A ball fired by the British cut off the end of his power horn. With his last charge of power having no ball he fired his ramrod and killed one of the British.”

Then Moses Fellows served in a campaign into Canada that was led by General Benedict Arnold. In the wilderness the soldiers soon found themselves exhausted and lacking for food. Moses survived by killing a partridge. Others ate their moccasins and a dog. On December 13, 1775, they reached Quebec and engaged the British. Moses was one of 60 men under Capt. Morgan who “went to within twenty rods of the palace gate, and discharged a mortar five times at the city. They (the enemy) fired upon them with double headed shot.” That was the last battle before they retreated.

Smallpox broke out among the troops. “About the middle of Jan. 1776, Gen. Arnold’s men that were not taken prisoner left for Montreal.” At that point Moses’ enlistment was up and he went to Fort Chantely in Canada, where he enlisted a second time. That ended after four weeks. On his way home, there occurred this delightful “yankee trick”: 

“He and his comrade, John Bowen, and others started for home on foot, thru the new country. Yankee tricks cropped out occasionally. One day a man killed a partridge and another killed a crow and they skinned them both and put the partridge’s skin on the crow’s body and sold the false partridge at the first tavern they came to for some rum.”

In April 1777 he enlisted for a third time, for three years, along with 10 others in Salisbury who are named in this document. They fought in the battle of Fort Ticonderoga before retreating from Gen. Burgoyne. Then he was in the Battle of Block House. On Aug. 16, 1777, he fought in the Battle of Bennington. And on it goes, there are more details about a number of battles until Moses winds up in Valley Forge on December 11, 1777. There is a vivid description over a couple of pages about the deprivations suffered by the troops there. 

Then on June 27, 1778, he fought in the Battle of Monmouth. “During the battle he captured a British soldier with a horse, conducted him to the rear, delivered him to the proper authorities, and later succeeded in selling the horse for forty dollars.”

In August 1779 he fought an army of Indians and Tories at Tioga, New York (7 miles from present day Elmira, NY) under Gen. Sullivan, where the enemy was routed. Sullivan’s army then went on a path of destruction trough Indian and Tory settlements. They destroyed Indian villages all along the Genesee River and in the town of Genesee itself. 

Then Sullivan’s army settled in for the winter at Morristown, NJ, “where they suffered much more than they did at Valley Forge.”

Moses Fellows was discharged as an Orderly Sergeant at West Point on April 20, 1780. The equipment he brought home with him from the war is described in detail and was still in the family’s possession in 1902. 

In 1780 he enlisted for a fourth time but was not sent to the front. 

In November 1781 he “appears on the town record among a list of soldiers enlisting for three months service.” He enlisted a total of five times.

“In afterlife when his old comrades visited him to talk over times and to drink of his ‘good cider’ it was ’Sergeant Fellows,’ but his neighbors knew him better as ‘Uncle Mose.’”

On March 29, 1832, he was given a pension by Congress, No. 3670, “to commence Mar. 4th 1831. He drew one hundred dollars annually.”

He is buried “in the southwest corner of the cemetery at the South Road village in Salisbury, N.H.” 

“On the 5th day of July 1886, forty years after his interment, his descendants by contributions erected a granite monument over his remains the inscriptions on which read as follows:  

                          “Moses Fellows

         ” Died Jan 39th 1846. Aged 90 Yrs. 5 months and 21 days. 

          A soldier in the Revolution. He fought at the Battle of Bunker Hill   

          and during the war was Sergt. of a company from this vicinity under Gen.

          Stark, at the Battles of Bennings and Saratoga.” 

This family history also has this account of Moses’s father:

John Fellows, born in Salisbury, N.H., April 27, 1720, died there in 1812. He enlisted in the militia assembled in Kingston, N.H. in September of 1755 as one of “three months men” and was stationed in Salisbury “to protect the inhabitants from the Indians.” He was a signatory in 1776 to the Articles of Association sent out by Congress on March 16, 1768. He had been in the British army at the Battle of Quebec in 1759 when General Wolf defeated the French. In 1777 he enlisted in Capt. Ebenezer Webster’s company of Salisbury, N.H. and fought at the Battle of Bennington on August 16, 1777 in Col. Stickney’s regiment.

I trust this genealogy as prepared by John Little in 1902 will be of interest to your Historical Society.