The Sayward Family; Being the History and Genealogy of Henry Sayward of York, and His Descendants. with a Brief Account of Other Sayward

The Sayward Family; Being the History and Genealogy of Henry Sayward of York, and His Descendants. with a Brief Account of Other Sayward

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ...Palfrey, ' Feb. 14, 1774. She was b. July 18, 1753, and d. Dec. 26, 1843. Children: 109. 1. Lydia, b. Odt. 18, 1774, m. Moses Keller of St. George, Me. She d. Jan. 25. 1873. 110. n. George, b. July 6, 1776. F1fth Generat1on. 59. James, b. Dec. 9, 1751, was the eldest son of James (28) and Berthula (Bradbury) Sayward. He was at New Bristol with his father and after his marriage resided in Castine, then called Bigaduce, and was engaged in lumbering until the troubles of the Revolution began to thicken, when he was compelled to leave early in 1775. He started for York on a dark and tempestuous night in an open boat, taking his wife, a little babe, and such household goods as he could carry, and coasted along the shore by night, and laid in the woods during the day to avoid the British Cruisers which were then hovering about the coast and reached York after a long journey. The following poem, written by Miss S. Jennie Sayward, was read at the reunion of his descendants held on the Sayward Farm in Shapleigh, Me., Aug. 28, 1884. 1. As mist indriven before the coming gale, Enfolds the mountains, fields and running streams. So night, the harbinger of coming dreams, Enwrapped the trees that stood like warriors hale Round Bigaduce; the night was dark and wild; The starry heavens with weeping clouds were veiled: The trees, by rude winds swept, like banshees wailed, Or moaning, tossed like a weary suffering child, Across the threshold of his much loved home, With wife and sleeping babe, our ancestor, Passed out to brave the night and raging war. 'Tween earth and sky;--the time they feared had come, When England's yoke too heavy bore, her friends, Too near, too glad to further all her ends. 2. With one sad gaze where each familiar thing. Each rock and bush, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 113g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236647068
  • 9781236647061