. The Mohawk Valley : its legends and its history. per ; Peter Young, miller; William Phillips, wagon-maker; James Davis, hatter; Peter Yost, tanner; Adrian VanSickler, Major John Little, and Zephaniah Bachelor. Henamed the placed Johnstown, built a court-house, jail, church,taverns, and numerous dwellings for his tenants. It would seem as though his baronial mansion, as JohnsonHall is sometimes called, must have been considered a tem-porary structure, being constructed of wood (although afternearly a century and a half it is in an excellent state of pre-servation), because his other and older
. The Mohawk Valley : its legends and its history. per ; Peter Young, miller; William Phillips, wagon-maker; James Davis, hatter; Peter Yost, tanner; Adrian VanSickler, Major John Little, and Zephaniah Bachelor. Henamed the placed Johnstown, built a court-house, jail, church,taverns, and numerous dwellings for his tenants. It would seem as though his baronial mansion, as JohnsonHall is sometimes called, must have been considered a tem-porary structure, being constructed of wood (although afternearly a century and a half it is in an excellent state of pre-servation), because his other and older home, Fort Johnson,and the home of his daughter, Guy Park, both on the Mo-hawk, are well built of stone, with interiors much better fin-ished than Johnson Hall. The 25th of March, 1898, was a typical spring day, althoughthe weather was not such as we are in the habit of having inthe Mohawk Valley in that windy month. However, it waspleasant enough to induce me to take a trip to Johnson Hall,Johnstown. Perhaps I was in a mood to dream of the past. CO Z> Xo 1-1 <;» zo Z KO ^. Johnstown, New York i97 and on that account the route to the old historic villageseemed to be void of all modern improvements, and I was be-ing transported through forests and lonely settlements. In passing Guy Park I saw the rough stone walls of theoriginal building surrounded by forests and rude instrumentsof husbandry. Fort Johnson impressed me with its antiquitywithout any stretch of imagination. A short distance above,the mind recalled the palisaded Fort Hunter, with the stonewalls of Queen Annes chapel in its centre, and I could seethe group of dirty Indians crowding its wall and accepting areligion they knew nothing and cared nothing about. Look-ing- across the Schoharie and over the hills to the west, I seethe form of Father Jogues, with his long, black robe, tiedaround the waist with a rope, and his rosary hanging at hisside, shrinking from warrior and squaw as though expectingsome new cruel
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