The three judges: story of the men who beheaded their king . from the circum-stance, that when the judges were first conductedhither by Mr. Sperry, one of the party exclaimed, Would to God we had a hatchet! Almost im-mediately a hatchet was found, left there • perhapsby some wandering hunter, with which they cutdown boughs and made a temporary shelter, inconsequence of which the spring was namedHatchet Harbor. This was a sufficiently secure retreat, beingsituated in the heart of the forest, but for obviousreasons it was less eligible than might be had onsome of the neighboring hills which comm
The three judges: story of the men who beheaded their king . from the circum-stance, that when the judges were first conductedhither by Mr. Sperry, one of the party exclaimed, Would to God we had a hatchet! Almost im-mediately a hatchet was found, left there • perhapsby some wandering hunter, with which they cutdown boughs and made a temporary shelter, inconsequence of which the spring was namedHatchet Harbor. This was a sufficiently secure retreat, beingsituated in the heart of the forest, but for obviousreasons it was less eligible than might be had onsome of the neighboring hills which commanded aview of the town and harbor of New Haven. Theysoon removed, therefore, to a location about a milefurther west, near the present residence of DeaconWilliam Peck. Here, by the side of a ledge ofrocks some twenty feet high, was built a cabin ofstone, eight by ten feet in dimensions, and coveredover by trunks and leaves of trees. The remainsof the walls are still visible, a sketch of which isgiven in the engraving opposite. From the top of ?4 [<. THE LODGE AND THE STONE STORE. 215 the ledge is a fine view of the city and Long IslandSound, with the intervening villages and scatteredfarms and dwellings. A little spring of clear waterissues from the crevices of a rock a few rods dis-tant. This, says President Stiles, was undoubt-edly their great and principal lodge — a mostconvenient and secure situation for exile and ob-livion. In this rude abode amid the solitudes of thewilderness, these refugees from royal vengeancewere compelled to make their home. How greata contrast with the abundance of their Englishestates, the emoluments of high rank, and thesplendors of the Protectorate Court, all of whichhad faded from their grasp as a dream! The dryleaves of the forest, with perhaps a blanket or twoto cover them, were now their only couch, thestores sent at intervals by their indefatigable friend,Mr. Jones, with perhaps a few wild mountainberries, or it may be some small game
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