The story of Martha's Vineyard, from the lips of its inhabitants, newspaper files and those who have visited its shores, including stray notes on local history and industries; . d, and it was said the purchaser was prettybadly taken in. Now Uncle Joe was a good Methodist, as wasalso Aunt Becky, and when the story got to the old lady, as itdid in the course of time, in all its details, the good woman wassadly shocked, and raising her hands and eyes to Heaven ex- Site of the Peabody liouse, West Tisbury- Win. Pea-boi\j-, of Plymouth, was one of the nrigiual pur-chasers of the hand now embraced i
The story of Martha's Vineyard, from the lips of its inhabitants, newspaper files and those who have visited its shores, including stray notes on local history and industries; . d, and it was said the purchaser was prettybadly taken in. Now Uncle Joe was a good Methodist, as wasalso Aunt Becky, and when the story got to the old lady, as itdid in the course of time, in all its details, the good woman wassadly shocked, and raising her hands and eyes to Heaven ex- Site of the Peabody liouse, West Tisbury- Win. Pea-boi\j-, of Plymouth, was one of the nrigiual pur-chasers of the hand now embraced inthe town of West Tisbury. 175 MARTHAS VINEYARD. claimed what a bad man was that druggist who sold the hair dye. JAMES ATHEARN JONES. James Athearn Jones wasborn October 17, 1791, in WestTisbury town, in a house nearthe seashore and directly on theEdgartown boundary line. Heearly gave evidence of literaryability, and studied under Thaxter and years he traveled amongthe Indians and elsewhere,making a study of Indian leg-ends and wrote considerableprose and poetry. The follow-ing verse from the Storm atSea is said to be a good exam-ple of his work:—. lu iiieiuory of Jlr. Joliii Peas. Died March, 1(599, in y 33nl year of his ase. I ride along the dark blue oceanOn the sportive dolphinsback;And I sink to rest in the fathomless caves Beyond the sea-sharks hide my head in the pitiless storm In caverns dark and deep;My couch of ooze is pleasant and warm. And soft and sweet my rise again when the winds are the waves have sunk to rest;And call, with my conch-shell, strong and mate to the Salt Lakes breast. WEST TISBURY. 177 He finally returned to Tisbury and lived in the old house,astonishing his neighbors with the crops he raised. Once whenhe was working in a field near his home with others who wereploughing, the ploughshare turned up a pot of money, butJones, who was in another part of the field, knew nothing ofthe find, and
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