. 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; . that reminds me that quahaug is a comparatively newword for these parts, for Dr. Freeman noted in 1807 that Thepoquag called the quahaug in the county of Barnstable, is foundin Old Town harbour, Cape Poge and in Menemsha Pond,great quantities are exported. Two thousand dollars worthof clams at $ a barrel were sold in Edgartown in 1807. TheRev. Dr. Freeman visited the island in 1807 to ascertain thespo
. 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; . that reminds me that quahaug is a comparatively newword for these parts, for Dr. Freeman noted in 1807 that Thepoquag called the quahaug in the county of Barnstable, is foundin Old Town harbour, Cape Poge and in Menemsha Pond,great quantities are exported. Two thousand dollars worthof clams at $ a barrel were sold in Edgartown in 1807. TheRev. Dr. Freeman visited the island in 1807 to ascertain thespots proper for placing huts and other accommodations forshipwrecked mariners, and we shall have frequent occasionto quote him. THE LEGEND OF KATAMA AND MATTAKESSETT. Katama was a beautiful Indian maiden, even as are theyoung maidens of to-day whose sires have power or chief of Wintucket, her father, seeking a proper alliancefor his only child, betrothed her to a grumpy, old straight-hair,who was the chief of the proud Ahquampachas, and the girlconsented, not that she loved the old man—her heart had neverbeen stirred and she knew not what love was. EDGAKTOWN. 17. As in later days great storesof linen were spun and wovenfor the bride to be, so the In-dians wove grass mats in an-ticipation of the new wigwam,and Katama, seeking for thefinest and most beautiful gras-ses, wandered in her canoe asfar as Quanomiqua, wherethey grew, and here for ihefirst time her heart was set a-throbbing and the scales fellfrom her eyes. Mattakessett,the young and handsome chiefof the tribe that planted theGreat Plain, had also come toQuanomiqua to hunt—not forgrasses, however, nor yet for love—but, peering from thecovert over the marshy waste, his heart was smitten as withthe arrow of fate as he saw the fair vision pushing her canoeamong the rushes, and there on the shores of the beautifulwaters love came to both. The maiden, knowing well her father, said nothing of hernew found joy. b
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