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New Castle, historic and picturesque . he entrance to Jaffrey Point and the nextopen fleld on the south was testified to by Sampson Sheafe, in1707, as always known to him by the name of Lux, his is no howsoever small parcel of land, or shore, or littlehill, or back-yard in New Castle but has its prescriptive title, orsometimes nickname. And I find that it was always the fashionhere; and that consequently there are often several names bywhich to identify, and sometimes confuse, places, as somethingwould give rise, in the course of generations, to a new name,while the older one still
New Castle, historic and picturesque . he entrance to Jaffrey Point and the nextopen fleld on the south was testified to by Sampson Sheafe, in1707, as always known to him by the name of Lux, his is no howsoever small parcel of land, or shore, or littlehill, or back-yard in New Castle but has its prescriptive title, orsometimes nickname. And I find that it was always the fashionhere; and that consequently there are often several names bywhich to identify, and sometimes confuse, places, as somethingwould give rise, in the course of generations, to a new name,while the older one still lingered on in deeds and views on the right of the way we are now traversing areterminated by hill and forest. The higher of the hills, and oneof the highest in New Castle, is known as Bosn Hill. Thetradition is that it received its name from a certain boatswain inearly times who hung himself there to a pine tree, and that whena storm is brewing his whistle begins to be heard, and increasesin loudness Avith the HISTOEIC AND PICTUBESqUE 59 BOSN HILL. (A NEW CASTLE, N. II., LEGEND.] The wind blows wild on Bosn Hill,Far off is heard the oceans rote; Low overhead the gulls scream homeward scuds each little boat. Then the dead Bosn wakes in gleeTo hear the storm-kings song; And from the top of mast-pine treeHe blows his whistle loud and long. The village sailors hear the call, Lips pale and eyes grow dim;Well know they, though he pipes them all. He means but one shall answer him. He pipes the dead up from their graves, Whose bones the tanzy hides;He pipes the dead beneath the waves, They hear and cleave the rising tides. But sailors know when next they sail Beyond the Hilltojis view,There s one amongst them shall not fail To join the Bosns crew. Anyone who guesses me to be either historian or antiquarianwill be compelled to guess again; or, if he chance to read thislittle volume, he Avill not need to guess at all. Yet I may be par-doned for introd
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