Commemoration of Maj. Charles Frost


on the
Two Hundredth Anniversary of his Massacre
by the Indians
Sunday, July Fourth, 1697
by the Elliot Maine Historical Society






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on the 

Two Hundredth Anniversary of his Massacre 

by the Indians 

Sunday, July Fourth, i697 


On February 8, of this year, the Eliot Historical
Society was formed, for the purpose of ascertaining and
putting in enduring form, the almost forgotten facts of our
old town's history. 

The first Field Day of the society was on Monday,
July 5, in honor of Maj. Charles Frost, who was killed
by Indians, Sunday, July 4, 1697. 

The exercises were on the western slope of Frost's Hill,
and were attended by about one thousand people, — citizens
of the town, and descendants of Maj. Frost from various
parts of the country. 

The following pages contain a complete account of the
proceedings of the day. 

Eliot, Maine, July, 1S97. J. L. M. W. 


At ii o'clock A. M. Concert on the grounds by the 

North Berwick Band. 

At 12 o'clock, Basket Lunch. 


Exercises of the Eliot Historical Society at two o'clock. 

I. Selection by the Band. 

II. Prayer, by the Chaplain, Rev. Andrew L- Chase. 

III. Singing by the School Children : 

"The Star Spangled Banner." 

IV. Introductory Remarks. Dr. J. L. M. Willis, 

President of the Eliot Historical Society. 

V, Oration. Rev. William Salter, D. D., 

Burlington, Iowa. 

" Two Hundred Years Ago. King Williams W i 

VI. Selection by the Band.
VII. Poem. Dr. William Hale, Gloucester, Mass. 

"The Hero of Great Hill." 

VIII. Singing by School Children and Audience,
" America." 

A Procession was formed and proceeded to
Ambush Rock. 

Singing by the School Children. Keller's Hymn, 

" Angel of Peace." 

II. Address by Francis Keefe, Esq., 

Vice President of the Eliot Historical Society, 

"The Lesson of a Rock." 

III. Unveiling of the Tablet. 

IV. Ode. 

V. Benediction. Rev. William Salter, D. D. 

The Rev'd Andrew L. Chase, First Congregational Church, Eliot. 

The people assembled at two o'clock, Dr. J. L. M.
Willis in the chair; and as the music of the band ceased,
he requested the Rev'd Andrew L-" Chase to lead
devotionally : 

Mr. Chase's invocation embodied thanksgivings to God
for the many memories associated with the Fourth of
July, — the day of our country's Independence, — and the
patriotism it ever inspires ; for the occasion of interest
which had brought so many together ; for the revelation
of God through the beauty of the surrounding nature ;
and for the courage, self-sacrifice and religious principles
of the early settlers,— especially those whom the service

He asked for those assembled, and for all the citizens
of the town, that lessons of wisdom might be gained from
the contemplations of valued lives ; and that the exercises
of the afternoon might inspire the courage to be pioneers
in the problems of the Present; and to be willing and
self-forgetful in solving these problems; and that all
might possess and be guided everywhere by strong and
wholsome principles. 


Dr. J. L. M. Willis, President of Eliot Historical Society. 

Wk have met to day, to do honor to the
memory of our most distinguished towns-
man of former days. To commemorate the
anniversary of the death of Maj. Charles
Frost, which took place two hundred
years ago, (as the calendar reads,) this
fourth of July. 

The story of his death is quickly told ;
but who can adequately tell the story of
his life with its struggles and triumphs,
and its influence on the generations whien
have followed him? 

It is especially fitting at this time, that
we take a backward look ; and lay by for a
little, the all-absorbing Present, as we
study not merely the record of tragedy and
struggle, but the grand achievements which
have made possible the developments of

This is why we have organized and arc-
sustaining the Eliot Historical Society ;
and this is why the society has made the
effort to revive the memory of Maj. Charles
Frost, who was the most venturesome and
fearless spirit of his generation. And not
his life alone, but of the many others, who
with him did so much to claim the wilder-
ness for civilization. 

Old Eliot has made many noble pages of
history, few of which have as yet been 

written. This indeed becomes the office of
our Society, and we hope to place in
permanent form these records. 

We are today in the midst of reminders
of Maj. Frost. The land we are on once
belonged to him. But a little way down the
road is the site of his old homestead.
While just to the north of us, and within
sound of my voice, on the old trail which
led from Sturgeon Creek to Newichawan-
nock, is Ambush Rock where he met his
death. But a short distance from here, in
the orchard close by his old home, he lies

Many of his descendants and their
friends are here to-day, and will visit with
us these spots. In behalf of the Eliot
Historical Society, I bid you a most cor-
dial welcome, hoping the day may prove
an enjoyable one to you ; and that you may
go away with a strengthened spirit of
patriotism, and a greater love for old Eliot. 

We have the good fortune to have with
us a distinguished descendant of Maj.
Charles Frost, who will entertain us with
an address on " King William's War. Two
Hundred Years Ago." I take great pleas-
ure in introducing the Orator of the day, —
the Rev'd William Salter, D. D., of
Burlington, Iowa. 


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Upon tiik Two Hundredth Anniversary of his Massacre by the Indians 

Sunday, July Fourth, i6Q7 

Delivered before the Eliot Historical Society, Eliot, Maine, July Fifth, 1S97
By the Rev'd William Salter, D. D., 

Member of The Society "I Colonial Wars in the Statu- of Iowa 


The civilization of the world has been
largely carried forward by colonies that
have gone from more enlightened to less
enlightened or to newly discovered lands. 

At the dawn of history the Phoenicians
were the disseminators of letters and civili-
zation by the colonies they planted upon
the shores of the Mediteranean, and by the
commerce and trade and the alphabet they
carried with them. Hence sprang up
philosophy and art in Greece, and law and
jurisprudence in Italy. In turn, Greece
and Rome carried civilization to other
lands. They extended their dominion by
force of arms, but by colonies and provin-
cial establishments they knit distant peoples
together in the exchanges of commerce ;
they softened manners ; they ameliorated
the world. The arts and the language of
Greece followed the sword of Alexander.
The laws of Rome followed the conquests of
Caesar. The largest and fairest city on the
Rhine by its name {Coin) recalls the fact
that it was originally a Roman colony. 

Upon the discovery of America, every
portion of the continent fell under Euro-
pean domination. For three centuries the
history of America is an elongation of
European history, and in no portion in-
dependent of it until 1776. Colonies from
the Old World took possession of the New.
In the course of two centuries, large por-
tions of America were known as " New
Spain," or " New France ;" a little por-
tion as " New England." The former
names have disappeared ; the latter re-
mains ; and may remain in times afar. 

The discovery of the different parts of
the continent that form the United States 

was made by different nations, by Spain,
England, France, Holland, and Russia;
and it covered a period of two centuries
and a half, from the first sight of Florida
by Americus Vespucius in 1497 to the dis-
covery of Alaska by Vitus Bering in 1741.
As this vast region came to the knowledge
of successive generetions, the natives in
every part were found to be roving and
barbarous tribes, at war with one another,
and, while for a time friendly to the white
people, sooner or later resisting their pro-
gress, and making war upon them with the
single exception of William Penn's colony
upon the Delaware, the neighboring In-
dians just before the planting of that
colony having been badly worsted in their
wars with other tribes. 

In America for one hundred years after
its discovery, Spain was the dominant pow-
er, and held almost exclusive possession.
There came a change at the beginning of
the seventeenth century. Then France and
England began to plant colonies, and a
struggle arose between them. The struggle
lasted one hundred and sixty years. 

Samuel Champlain was upon the Saint
Lawrence at the same time Captain John
Smith sailed up the James river and made
the first settlement in Virginia. Five years
before the Pilgrims set foot upon Plymouth
Rock, Champlain had set foot upon the
shores of Lake Huron. When John En-
dicott, Francis Higginson, John Winthrop,
John Mason and Ferdinando Gorges were
founding settlements at Salem, Boston, and
upon "the Long Reach of the Piscataqua,"
Cardinal Richelieu, Champlain, and opu-
lent merchants of Paris organized a '" Com- 


pany of One Hunched Associates," for the
settlement of Canada ; and at the same
time a company of Jesuit Fathers landed
nt Quebec. 

The earliest wars were life-and-death
struggles for existence. The red man re-
garded the white people as intruders, as
having no right upon the soil but by suf-
ferance, and, when jealousies and misun-
standings arose, he sought nothing less
than their extermination. The same diffi-
culties and misfortunes were encountered
in all the colonies, and in Canada by the
French, as in Virginia and Massachusetts
by the English, and in New York by the
Dutch. Upon landing in Canada, Cham-
plain found the Algonquins and Hurons at
war with the Iroquois, and it was as he
went on the war-path with the former
against the latter, that he first saw the
peaceful lake that perpetuates his name.
In the scattered villages upon the banks of
James river in Virginia, three hundred and
forty-seven persons, men, women and
children, were killed on a single day,
(March 22, 1622.) In a second massacre,
twenty-two years later, there were three
hundred victims. The wars of the Iroquois
and Hurons overwhelmed the early Jesuit
missions in Canada with indescribable
horrors of torture and massacre. The
Mohawks were long the terror of New York
before they buried the tomahawk. Massa-
chusetts lost nearly a thousand of her sons,
the flower of the colony, in King Philip's
war; six hundred houses were burnt;
scores of women and children were slain.
The ravages of that war extended to the
Piscataqiia and the Kennebec, where two
hundred and sixty persons were killed by
the Indians or carried captive. In 1689 the
Iroquois burnt LaChine, just above Mon-
treal, and massacred two hundred people. 

So unsparing of all Europeans were the
Indians, that it was at one time proposed
that the French and the English should
join in common measures for mutual pro-
tection against them. But the proposition 

miscarried, and afterwards, as the French
in Canada and the English colonies became
embroiled in the wars of Europe, the savages
were eager to take part in every fray, and
could not be restrained. For the last half
of the struggle to which I have referred,
the colonial wars were French and Indian
wars. They were known among our fath-
ers mostly by names from over the sea, as
King William's War (1688-97;) Queen
Anne's War ( 1704-13 ;)King George's War,
George II, ( 1744-8 ;) and the Seven Years'
War (1756-63;) in which France lost

Two hundred years ago, Europe was in
hostile camps. In a perspective of that
time from this distance two names are seen
at the head of the conflict on their respec-
tive sides, Louis XIV of France and Wil-
liam III of England. They were repres-
entative men, each of force and weight, but
opposite in character, of different ideas,
sentiments, manners, and habits, antago-
nistic in their views of what constitutes a
State, of what pleases God, of what en-
nobles life. In their day those two men
had as much todoin shaping the destiny
of nations as perhaps any two men have
had in any period of history. 

At the time referred to (1697,) Louis
XIV had been upon the throne of France
forty-six years from his fourtenth year.
Since Charlemagne no monarch in Europe
had gaineel equal renown or power. Of
stately person and royal air, he calletl to
mind the pride, the magnificence, the ab-
solutism of the Caesars. In pomp and
pageantry, in gorgeous retinues, in em-
bellishments of art, in dazzling carousals,
in extravagant and wanton luxury, his
court surpassed every other in the annals of
Europe. It rivalled the fabled glare and
glory of Babylon and Persia. It had also
the support and blandishment of the
philosophers, poets, and wits of the time,
men of renown, and of the bishops and
clergy of the realm. France was then the
wealthiest country in Europe, and the king 


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aggrandized that wealth to himself. —
"Everything in our dominion belongs
to us," was his saying. He maintained the
largest standing army that had been seen in
Europe for a thousand years, and acted as
sovereign of the continent. To sustain his
pride and pomp he laid heavy taxes upon
the French people, but his expenditures,
whether in war or peace, exceeded his rev-
enues, and at his death he left an immense
debt which a famous scheme, mortgaging
the wealth of the Indies and the Mississippi,
was devised to liquidate. It was known as
the South Sea Bubble. 

Of imperious disposition Louis XIV ac-
knowledged no rule but his own will. He
scorned obeisance to any other authority.
" I am the State," was his motto. He
ground opposition to the dust. He revoked
the Edict of Nantes that had given pro-
tection to protestants, and ran them down
with the Dragouuades, or drove them from
Fiance. Of his religion he made a show,
but it was a matter of pretence and interest,
ami never interfered with his vices, but was
such a sanctimonious combination of self-
assertion with infamous principles a; led a
leader of opinion in the next century to
say, " Ecrazze L' Infame." By force of arms
or by menace and artifice, he intimidated
surrounding nations. He seized the free
city of Strasbourg on the Rhine. He joined
hands with the Sultan, and confederated
with Mahometans against christians to
avenge himself upon Austria. When the
amiable Fenelon chided the king's pride,
he sent him into disgrace. When Innocent
XI resisted his aggression and abuse, the
king was so contumacious and obstinate
that the Pope supported the coalition
which Catholic and Protestant princes
formed against him, headed by the Prince
of Orange. So long as the Stuarts held the
throne of England, Louis XIV dominated
the policy of that country in his interest.
He made Charles II and James II his pen-
sioners and vassals that they might over-
ride the parliament and people of England. 

He made Charles II believe that it were
better for him to be "viceroy of the Orand
Monarch than slave to five hundred of his
insolent subjects," the English Parliament.
After the death of Charles II, he offered
assistance to keep James II on the throne,
when his subjects were muttering against
him ; and later, when James iled from
England, he received him at his court with
royal pageantry, and paid him stipends.
Upon the accession of William, Prince of
Orange, to the throne, by election of Par-
liament, and upon his coronation in West-
minster Abbey, Louis XIV denounced him
as a usurper, and declared war against

Two hundred years ago (1697) William
III was in the ninth year of his reign,
lie had defended himself against theGrand
Monarch, and now that the war was draw-
ing to a close, and negotiations for peace
were in progress he was still defiant, and
said "that the only way of treating with
France is with our swords-in our hands."
Finally, a treaty of peace was signed on the
1 ith of September, 1697. 

Of the European complications of that
war it is not my province to speak, except
that King William's part as the mortal
enemy of Louis XIV saved not only Eng-
land, but other nations as well, from falling
under an arbitrary despotism. In fact it
was chiefly in view of bringing the help
and resources of England to break down
that despotism, that the Prince of Orange
left his native and beloved Holland and
took the English throne. His heart re-
mained all his days in Holland, the land of
his great ancestor, William the Silent.
The enterprise he undertook, says Macau-
lay, "was the most arduous and important
in the history of modern Europe." "It
saved Europe from Slavery," is the verdict
of a dispassionate French statesman aii^l
historian in this century (Guizot). 

To then far-away America King Wil-
liam's War was of ominous and absorbing 



interest, as it involved the success of our
father's experiment in planting Liberty
upon the shores of the new world, and as it
involved the fate of the struggle to which I
have referred for the possession of the
continent. The war, however, was not
generally known as an American war, or as
King William's War. In Europe it was
called the " Grand Alliance," or "the Co-
alition," because different nations were
confederate against Louis XIV. In Eng-
land it was known as the "Revolution;" in
France and Germany as the "War of the
Palatinate," because the French troops
overrun and devoured that Country ; in
Canada as " Frontenac's war," because
Frontenac carried it on with resolute and
remorseless rigor against the colonies. To
the English colonies it was " King Wil-
liam's war," because to them King Wil-
liam was the head and front of the move-
ment, and because he was the advocate
and defender of that free spirit by which
they had been animated from the begin-
ning, for which they had braved the ocean
and the wilderness. In the colonies they
had enjoyed their own institutions of gov-
ernment, had made their own laws, and
chosen their own officers. They had sub-
dued the soil, and had maintained them-
selves against the savages without help
from abroad. The mother country had
looked upon them askance or treated them
with neglect. Charles II and James II
had overridden their charters, and imposed
unworthy and arbitrary men as commis-
sioners and governors. Connecticut had
refused to give up its charter and hid it in
the hollow of an oak. Upon hearing of the
landing of the Prince of Orange in Eng-
land, Massachusetts, weary of the misrule
of Sir Edmund Andros, rose in insurrec-
tion against the royal governor, put him
in arrest, and reinstated a former governor,
then in his eighty-five year, the last sur-
vivor of the founders of the colony. A
zealot for James II, Andros had seemed to
act in collusion with Louis XIY against 

the liberties of Englishmen. His govern-
ment was denounced at the time as a
" French government," and it became "an
abomination to posterity," as was foretold
of it at the time. 

Nowhere was the accession of William
III received with greater joy than in the
colonies. It acknowledged their rights and
liberties, and put an end to the tyranny of
Andros and the Stuarts. There was never
before such rejoicing in America. It was
more hearty and universal than in Eng-
land, where James had many adherents,
where a reactionary spirit soon broke out,
and where it could hardly be forgiven Wil-
liam that he was a Dutchman. New Eng-
land had no such prejudice, for Holland
had given shelter and home to the Pilgrims
when exiled from their native land, and
the Dutch people were the original found-
ers of the colony of New York. 

To Louis XIY the establishment of his
rule and power in America was an object "I
exceeding interest and desire. He set his
heart inordinately upon it. He did more
to make a New France in America than all
the k i n >; s of England ever did for the
establishment or support of the English
colonies. It was in his reign that the
valley of the Mississippi was discovered,
and La Salle had named the vast region
Louisiana in his honor. Canada and Lou-
isiana were found to be interlaced and
interlocked. Nature seemed to have
marked both regions for one country. At
several points the portage between the
waters that flow to the St. Lawrence and
those that flow to the Mississippi is hardly
a stone's throw, and in seasons of flood
those waters intermingle. Could Louis
XIY have conquered the English colonies
on the Atlantic, the whole continent would
have been his. New England would have
been blotted from the map, the St. Law-
rence, the Mississippi and the Atlantic
slope would have all alike become New

Among the friends and courtiers of Louis 



XIV was Count Frontenac, Governor of
Canada at the time of the discovery of the
Mississippi, and appointed Governor a
second time at the beginning of King
William's war. He was an ardent sympa-
thizer in the ambitious projects of the
Grand Monarch, as also in his absolutist
ideas and arbitrary measures. In ability,
enterprise, and vigor of character, he was
superior to any other public man that
either France or England sent over to
America. He was eager to do his part
against the subjects of King William in
the English colonies, and more than any
one else he threatened and endangered the
existence of the colonies. Upon his de-
parture from France for his second term of
command. Louis ordered him to conquer
New York, the blow to be struck at once,
the English to be taken by surprise. With
a thousand regulars and six hundred Can-
adian militia he was to march from Lake
Champlain to the Hudson, capture Albany,
seize all boats, and descend to the mouth
of the river, where two ships of war were
to join in the capture of New York, then
containing about two hundred houses and
four hunched fighting men. All lands in
the colony, except those of Catholics, were
to be granted to the French officers and
soldiers. The other inhabitants were to be
driven off, the nearest settlements of New
England to be destroyed, ami those more
remote to be laid under contribution. 

That scheme failed. Frontenac found
on reaching Quebec that the Iroquois had 

visited his own province with a frightful
devastation, that they had massacred two
hundred of his people, as ahead}- stated, in
a village close to Montreal. Not until
mid-winter was he able to assume the
offensive, when he sent out war-parties of
French and Indians wdio burnt Schenec-
tady, and spread dismay and death among
the frontier towns of New Hampshire and

At this time Major Charles Frost was
commander of the military forces of Maine.
He had come in his early childhood, when
three or four years old, with his parents
from the west of England, and had grown
up with the country among the hardy
adventurers of the Piscataqua. Of those
people some hewed the forests, cleared the
land, and turned the wilderness into
fruitful fields ; some followed the fishing
industry; others built ships and engaged
in commerce and trade. There was work
for all, and there were willing hands. A
happy and prosperous condition of things
existed. There is no happier work than
opening up a new country. The long
reaches of the Piscataqua and the indented
coast of Maine, became "on many accounts
the most charming part of New England,"
as was said of it at the time (Magnalia ii,
659.) For forty years the settlers lived
amicably with the Indians of the region,
until they were incited in King Philip's
war to take part in that conspiracy for
the extermination of the English people. 

Charles Frost had been enrolled a sol-
dier at sixteen years of age. Both in civil
and military life he had early gained ad-
vancement. From his twenty-sixth year
he had been chosen a representative to
the General Court of Massachusetts for six
years. He had been captain of a company
in King Philip's war under Major Wal-
dron, who was in command of the Maine
troops during that war. He had shared in
its hazards and seen its horrors, and won
distinction as "fearless, brave and ready."
He had taken part under Major Waldron
in the famous strategy by which three
hundred Indians were captured. The
measure was a desperate one, and provoked
a desperate revenge that long rankled in
the savage breast. 

King William's war was anticipated in
America before it was formally declared 



in Europe. The French in Canada ami 

their Indian allies, under the inspiration of
the Jesuit Fathers, snuffed the battle from
afar, and entered upon the fray the sum-
mer before. 

In the first year of King William, soon
after the news of his coronation had crossed
the ocean, and had been celebrated in
Boston with such pageantry as was never
known there before, Major Waldron was
murdered by the Indians, by stealth, and
with cruel torture, in his own house. Upon
him, after thirteen years, the savages
wreaked their full measure of revenge. At
the same time they killed or carried cap-
tive fifty-two other persons. 

Two months after the death of Major
Waldron, Charles Frost, who hud lost
favor and standing under Governor Andros,
was appointed Major of the Military forces
of Maine. The Indians and French were
now spreading desolation far and near.
Many families abandoned their homes. —
York, Wells, Portland, Salmon Falls, and
Durham suffered the extreme horrors of
savage warfare. Wc spare you any grew-
some details. The history is of authentic
record by Belknap and Williamson the his-
torians of New Hampshire and Maine, and
by Bancroft, Palfrey, Parkman, and other
standard authors. Belknap writing more
than a century ago from his home in the
very spot where some of those attrocities
had occurred, took pains to compare the
published narratives and public records
with old manuscripts and verbal traditions
of the sufferers and their descendants. He
said, "The particular incidents may be
tedious to strangers, but they will be read
with avidity by the posterity of those whose
misfortunes and bravery were so conspic-

At the end of this war the number of
Englishmen killed on the frontier towns of
Maine and New Hampshire was more than
seven hundred ; and two hundred and fifty
carried captive, many never to return. 

Nor, while the French were the most 

aggressive, was the war only a defensive
one on the part of the English colonies.
They captured Acadia, then consisting of
the eastern part of Maine and of Nova
Scotia, and they planned to conquer Can-
ada. Massachusetts fitted out a fleet
against Quebec, with which New York was
to join a land force. The latter failed, but
the fleet reached Quebec, and in the name
of King William demanded its surrender,
offering terms of mercy while declaring
that the French and Indian outrages upon
New England might justly prompt to a
severe revenge. Frontenac defiantly re-
plied that he did not recognize King Wil-
liam, that the New England people were
heretics, and traitors to their lawful king,
James II, that they had taken up with a
usurper, and made a revolution, but for
which New England and Fiance would be
all one. 

A siege was begun, but after reverses,
and the small pox breaking out in the fleet,
the enterprise was abandoned, and as the
fleet sailed away Quebec was jubilant, and
kindled a great bonfire in honor of Fron-
tenac. While Boston was in humiliation
and chagrin with the return of the fleet,
the news went over the ocean, and elated
Louis XIV, who caused a medal to be
struck with the inscription : 




Frontenac wrote to Louis XIY: "The
King has triumphed by land and by sea.
Now let him crush the Parliamentarians of
Boston and the English of New York, and
secure the whole sea coast with the fish-
eries of the Grand Bank." 

Later, the colonies were dismayed by
rumor that a French fleet was hovering
along the coast, "intending a destroying
visit" upon New York and Boston. The
rumor had foundation ; for in the spring of
[697 a powerful squadron was under ordeis 



to proceed to the mouth of the Penobscot,
there to be joined by Indian warriors and
fifteen hundred Canadian troops under
Frontenac, the whole force to fall upon
Boston. They had an exact knowledge of
the town, with a map of the harbor, and
had prepared a plan of attack. After Bos-
ton was taken, the land forces, French and
Indian, were to march on Salem, and
thence to the Piscataqua, the ships pro-
ceeding along the coast. The towns were
to be destroyed, a portion of the plunder to
be divided among the officers and men, the
rest to be stowed in ships for transporta-
tion to France. Frontenac collected men,
canoes, and supplies for the march across
the wilderness of Canada and Maine to the
Penobscot. But the fleet met with deten-
tion and contrary winds, and the enterprise
came to nought. 

Meanwhile wary and prowling bands of
Indians continued to infest the settlements.
They never fought in the open, but hid in
thickets or behind logs or rocks, and were
rarely seen before they did execution. 

On the 15th of March, 1697, the Indian
prowlers seized a young mother in Haver-
hill, Mass., burnt her home, dashed her
babe against a tree, and carried her into
captivity. While they slept one night on
an island in the Merrimac, she rose upon
her captors in their slumbers, tomahawked
them with quick and vigorous blows, and
made good her escape down the river in a
canoe to her people. This is the story of
Hannah Dustin, whose descendants are
spread over the continent. I found one of
them more than half a century ago among
the hardy pioneers of Iowa. 

On the 10th of June, 1697, a party of
Indians were discovered near Exeter, N.
H., lying in ambush, by some women and
children who had gone into the woods to
pick strawberries. An alarm was given,
and the Indians fled after killing one per-
son and taking another captive. 

On the 4th of July following, then a? this
year the Lord's Day, Major Frost and two
others with him fell victims to the merci-
less savage. It was twenty years since the
stratagem by which so many Indians had
been captured at the close of King Philip's
war, and eight years since the Indians had
killed Major Waldron. They now wreaked
their full measure of revenge in killing
Major Frost. He was in his sixty-fifth year.
He had been active all his life in military
service until he was sixty years of age,
when he was again chosen one of the Gov-
ernor's Council (1693). By his ceaseless
vigilance, while other towns were diserted,
or burnt, and their inhabitants massacred,
this immediate region of the frontier upon
the east bank of the Piscataqua had been
preserved for the most part from savage
incursions. To the last he continued to be
employed in a general superintendence of
military movements. 

Faithful in frequenting public worship,
according to the law and custom of the
time, and as a magistrate enforcing that
law, he attended public worship on the day
mentioned, and it was afterwards remem-
bered that he expressed a strong desire to
do so that Sabbath morning. On returning
home towards evening, a part of his family
and some neighbors with him were fired
upon by savages who lay in ambush at Am-
bush Rock. Some of the party in which were
his two sons (Charles and John) escaped,
but Major Frost and two others (Mrs.
Heard and Dennis Downing) were killed,
and Mr. Heard wounded. 

Thus ended the life of a brave and reso-
lute man two hundred years ago who did
his part to open the wilderness to civiliza-
tion, to save the infant settlements from
utter extinction, and secure to after times
the immunities and blessings that make
the homes upon the Piscataqua among the
happiest and most favored in the world.
It was through such services and sacrifices
that our ancestors maintained their foot-
hold upon the continent, and that in the 


course of tims a nation arose, founded not over the Mississippi Valley at Fort Du
upon arbitrary and irresponsible power, not Quesne, Vineennes, Prairie du Chien,
upon bigotry and persecution, as repre- Kaskaskia, and New Orleans. But finally
sented by the Grand Monarch of France, those standards and the whole region (ex-
but upon liberty and justice and the toler- cept New Orleans and the territory west of
ation of religious differences, as represented the Mississippi which fell to Spain) sue-
by William III. eumbed to British rule with the fall of Can- 

The Ten Years of King William's War ada on the Heights of Abraham in 1759.
were called Dcccnnium Luctuosum, a Mourn- Meanwhile, though the English Colonies 

ful Decade, by an annualist of the period. had been saved from failing into the hands 

He made a record of them "while they of Louis XIV, other wars followed, and in 

were fresh and new," end put a detailed the reverse of history it came about that 

account of the miseries and sufferings and the tables were completely turned. The 

cruelties into his famous Magnalia Christi subsequent royal governments of England 

Americana, ere they should be "lo.-,t in proved oppressive to the colonies, and 

oblivion." That history closes with an France, their dread and terror in the period 

improvement ol the " Great Calamities of under review, became seventy-five years 

a War with Indian-Salvages" in a sermon later their friend and helper against a 

at Boston Lecture, July 27, 1698. The British King who was "unlit to be the 

preacher said that in the most charming ruler of a free people " And as in the 

part of New England, where men had sown course of events the United States of 

fields along the shore for a hundred miles America took a separate and equal place 

together, the fruitful land had been turned among the powers of the earth, France and 

into barrenness, and a cluster of towns had Holland were first and foremost to ac- 

been diminished and brought low through knowledge the independence and welcome 

oppression, affliction and sorrow. He add- them into the family of nations,
ed that no part of the English had been The arbitrary rule of Louis KIV went 

more preyed upon at sea during these Ten down in ignominy and shame in his own 

Years than that which had gone out of country in the terror and retribu- 

New England. He referred to Major tiou of the French Revolution at the 

Waldron and Major Frost as "two of our close of the eighteenth century, — 

magistrates treacherously and barbarously while the ideas and principles of William 

killed by the Indian murderers," and he I II have become more and more ascendant 

honors William III as "the greatest mon- in the counsels of advancing civilization:
arch that ever sat on the British throne." King William was the herald of the new 

A few months after that Lecture was de- age that discredits prerogative and ' divine
livered in Boston, the foremost enemy of right," whether in church or state, and
the English Colonies, Frontenac, died in makes authority and government respon-
Canada. He had been the chief agent in sible and amenable to the Eternal Justice
building up New France, and in extend- and to the public conscience and the delib-
iug over the vast region which he had aided crate judgment of mankind. He anticipa-
te discover the authority and name of ted that entire freedom of religion which is
Louis XIY. the distinctive principle of our American 

national life. A Protestant by original 

In the first half of the next century the conviction, and the head of a Protestant 

standards of French authority were set up kingdom, he favored the abolition of relig- 

upon the Great Lakes, at Detroit, Sault ions tests, so that any Protestant, whether 

St. Marie, Mackinaw, and Green Bay, ami j„ the national church or not, might le 



admitted to public employment. He was
a latitudiiiarian. He owned different creeds
and different forms of church government,
while he preferred his own. It was grate-
ful to him — England had never such a day
before or since — when upon his arrival in
London all religious parties joined to do
him honor, and eminent nonconformist
divines marched in a procession headed by
the bishop of London. He said he should
like the Church of England better if its
rites reminded him less of the rites of the
Church of Rome, and at the same time he
was so considerate of the Church of Rome
that Protestant zealots of the time put his
charity towards Catholics to his disadvan-
tage and reproach. It is the verdict of
Hallam's Constitutional History of Eng-
land, that he was "the most magnanimous
and heroic character of that age. Though
not exempt from errors, it is to his superi-
ority over all her own natives that England
is indebted for the preservation of her
honor and liberty when the Commonwealth
was never so close to shipwreck, and in
danger of becoming a province to France.
It must ever be an honor to the English
crown that it was worn by him." 

Though our ancestors suffered so severe-
ly in the Ten Years' War, they were saved
from falling a prey utterly to the spoiler.
They appreciated the character and hon-
ored the name of King William. The
second college in the colonies was the
College of William and Mary in Virginia.
The name William and Mary was given to
the old castle at the mouth of the Piscata-
qua, the King having made a present of
some great guns which were mounted there.
The fort retained the name for more than a
century. Appropriately on that very spot,
which commemorated the English Revolu-
tion of 1688, occurred the first overt act of
the American Revolution nearly a century
later in the capture (Dec. 13-15, 1774) of
the powder and arms that were stored there,
which were put to use the next year by the
patriots at Lexington and Bunker Hill. 

A leading public man of two hundred years
ago, a President of Harvard College, said
that if New England could have her
ancient rights and privileges, she would
make William III "the emperor of Ameri-
ca." And so for substance and in moral
effect it has come about. His principles
have dominated in America even more than
England. They have permeated our
national character. We have moved on
upon the lines of progress indicated by
King William. The Declaration of Right
upon which he took the throne of England
in 1689 proceeded upon the same principles
as our Declaration of Independence in
1776; and without the former the latter
had never been. And those principles
assure the further improvement of the
world and better laws and better institu-
tions of government, as the public weal may
require in the midst of an advancing civil-
ization and under new conditions of hu-
man society. 

After two hundred years we behold the
principles of liberty and constitutional
government for which King William stood,
as against the arbitrary principles for
which Louis XIV stood, incorporated into
the organic life of the forty-five States of
the American Union, that have sprung
from the feeble colonies upon the Atlantic,
and that now stretch across the continent
to the Pacific. 

" What change! through pathless wilds no more
lli. fierce and naked savage roams;
Sweel praise along the cultured shore 

Breaks from ten thousand happy homes," 

and the songs of Liberty arise from millions
.and millions of a free and happy people. 

Because in this transformation a crea-
tive and constructive part fell to the lot of
.Major Erost, we today bring
our tribute of honor and veneration to
his memory. Some of his descendants
remain near the ancestral home and keep 


up in these ancient seats the watch-fires GEORGE, another son of John Frost and 

of Liberty and hold forth the torch of Mary Pepperell, was a member of the Con-
Truth. Others are scattered over the con- tinental Congress ( 1776-9).
tinent and enjoy the fruits of the labors Sarah, another of those seventeen chil- 

and sacrifices that have brought so many dren> was married to the Rev . j h n Blunt,
inestimable blessings to our common conn- f Newcastle. In addition to those of that
try. Major Frost left a widow and nine {amily o{ the name of Blunt who served
children most of whom had families of thdr country well was USHER PARSONS,
their own. M D) wno was a surgeon in the navy with 

Commodore Perry at the Battle of Lake
Erie. The descendants of Major Frost arc-
under great obligations to him for his
memoir of their ancestor published in the
New England Historical and Genealogical
Register (1849). His Life of Sir William
Pepperrell is a precious contribution to
colonial historv. 

His eldest son Charles shared in the
same honors as his father in both military
and civil life. The Funeral Sermon upon
his death by Jeremiah Wise, M. A., Pas-
tor of the Church of Christ in Berwick, was
published. It gives him the character of
"a man of great natural abilities, of a
clear head, of a solid judgment, and of
considerable attainments in useful learn- \ complete genealogy of the descendants
ing, and so polite that his conversation f Major Frost would show a widening in-
was admired as pleasant and profitable by fluence of his life through successive gen-
men of letters that had travelled abroad. erations of those who have perpetuated and
Hewasaman of religion as well as jus- extended far and wide the principles for
tice : a devout attendant on God's public which he stood "fearless and brave." As
worship, and in his advanced years con- we are gathered here amid the scenes of
staut to the devotions of family-religion, his devoted and laborious life, and near the
not suffering himself to be diverted from spot of his tragic fate, and as we recall t lic-
it by any occurrent whatsoever." changes from the wilderness of two centu-
ries ago to the magnificent inheritances the
John, the 2nd son of Major Charles Frost, continent now affords seventy millions of
married Mary, the eldest daughter of Wil- our countrymen, may some divine inspira-
liaui Pepperell, and sister of Sir William. tjon inflame our hearts with awe and ven-
They had seventeen children, of whom eration for the heroic memories of the place
John was the father of General John a nd the occasion, and enkindle in every
FROST, who served with the Colonial breast a generous zeal, a public spirit, and
troops at the reduction of Canada in 1759. a religious devotion for the cause of our
ar.d with the Continental troops at Saratoga country and mankind, that to those who
at Burgoyne's surrender. John Frost, shall come after us another two hundred
LL.L., of Philadelphia, the learned and years 

voluminous author, was son of General << we mny bequeath the I; 

Tohll Frost That the g ,n " grew hi-hintl us when \ 

Dr. William Hale, Gloucester, Mass. 

Sfie I|e:ro of Great If iff. 

Inscribed with brave good elieer to 




0, sixteen hundred and ninety-seven !
Lean from Thy heights, Thou Lord of 

Heaven !
Upon our saddened lives have heed ;
Protect us in our hour of need,
And in Thine own good season bless
The widow and the fatherless!" 

Thus prayed the people of Kittery,
Full of anguish and misery,
When far and wide the news was spread,
That Major Frost of Great Hill lay dead ;
And that the Indians once more
With terror filled the Quamphegan shore. 

Never, since with his followers rash
Searching our shores for sassafras
Came thet marauder, Martin Pring,
Hath there happened a bloodier thing
Between settler and settled, red and white,
Skirmish or fray or open fight.
In all the fair Quamphegan vale
Than that which is told in this sad tale.
Between red man and while man nothing 

Do the horrid Indian wars rehearse,
Than that which befell one fair Lord's day
On the banks of the proud Piscataqua. 

Since our great grandsire, the Black Prince,
Fought with the Frenchmen inch by inch,
On Cressey, Poictiers and Agincourt,
And other red fields "holding the fort ;"
Since the blunt days of Bunker Hill
That make a Yankee's blood boil still ;
Since Bull Run, Shiloh, and Gettysburg,
( Foul is war's hell on beach or berg) ;
Suice Fort Fisher and Colonel Shaw,
Who himself enslaved in slavery's war;
S race Barbara Frietchie and "Stonewall" 

To prove that heroes are living yet,
Pluck is man's proudest heritage,
The grandest heirloom of any age. 

There's a halo around a hero's name 

That puts a coronet to shame ; 

There's something in a good man's face, 

However poor, that gives it grace ; 

There's something in a brave man's gaze 

That all the pride of courts outweighs ; 

And grander is an honest name 

Than tarnished tinsel of rank and fame: 

Just as the rose at sunset's hush, 

Puts tawdry court splendor to the blush. 

Beautiful it was that summer morn, 

When in the cool of the early dawn, 

Leaving wife and babes at his cottage door. 

Whom, alas, he should see no more, 

Major Frost his stout steed bestrode, 

And, winding along the river road, 

Went to meeting, this man of war, 

In Quamphegan, up the Piscataqua. 

Not as one now goes in these fair days 

Went the Major his God to praise, 

But with trusty musket and pistols true, 

A powder horn and a knife or two 

Stuck in belt and boots, and saddh -bags 

That the weight of bullets sorely sags. 

Thus, ready for fight or prayer, rode he 

At the head of a little company 

Of godly folk that no foe could make 

Their Lord and his holy house forsake. 

Braving the forest and the foe, 

As conscience bade them did they go, 

Come feast or famine, good or ill, 

The soul's deep longing by prayer to fill. 

Dreary and sad that awful year :
It was a time of want and fear.
The famine and fighting and winter's cold
Had made the desperate savage bold ;
As winter dragged slowly into spring
He grew an accursed and evil thing;
And a thousand devils seemed to lurk
In the red man's heart and the red man's



Yet blithely that morning, from Sturgeon 

To old Quamphegan, his Lord to seek,
The Major went. He often smiled,
As if he spake to his todlin' child ;
His face was calm as a Quaker's ; but
Through his keen gray eyes, half shut,
He swiftly glanced to left and right,
As a desperate gladiator might.
It a twig but snapped or acorn fell,
Or a fox rushed wildly down the dell,
He knew it, and in the saddle turned
As if some foe man he discerned,
Reined in his horse, and cautious felt
The weapons in his leathern belt;
While his sinewy, nervous fingers played
With pistol-butt and with gleaming blade. 

" Aye, troublous times, upon my word !"
Quoth he, turning to Mistress Heard ;
"The redskins are near, and the coppery 

Arc as thick as yonder copse's leaves.
Hist ! do ye hear that whip-poor-will,
Down there behind the old grist-mill ?
'Twas never a bird that made that note ;
It came from a skulking redskin's throat!
The valley is full of them, far and wide,
I see their traces on every side:
There's a feeling I cannot drive away, —
Methinks there'll be trouble here today !" 

" Fie on you, Major !" the goodwife said,
" What's got into your foolish head?
Things looked dark this spring, I know,
But the redskins have melted with the snow :
From Quochecho to Saco's falls
On war-path red no savage calls;
The genial summer is with us now,
Pray wipe that scowl from off thy brow !" 

Upspake brave Dennis Downing then, 

First of the Major's chosen men, 

Riding along at his leaders side, 

With a conscious air of honest pride, — 

" What think ye, good woman, are we such 

That naught we learn in the redman's 


There's never a trick that these tawnies try
But we can knock them all sky-high !" 

And the Major, leaning on saddle-bow,
Loudly laughed, "Downing is right, I trow,
These idle, mawkish, woman's fears
Hardly become one of my years." 

So with loud laugh and deep-lunged jest
On to meeting they bravely pressed,
Where the Newichawannock foaming falls,
While the salmon strikes and the fish-hawk 

And leaps to the unbridged Piscataqua
Through its bridal-veil of flying spray. 

" You know, father," said his strapping lad
Who rode behind, "the tawnies are mad
Since we thrashed 'em in that wholesale 

On Oyster River and up Great Bay.
You remember what Noah Emery said,"
(He went on, shaking his curly head,)
"At Goodman Shapleigh's the other night;
He said he heard a terrible sight
Of crackling of sticks, and sighs and groans
And rattling as of dead men's bones,
As he went for his eolt in the heater-piece ;
All of a sudden these sounds did cease ;
Then a whistle from under the hemlock 

Made all the blood in his body freeze.
'Twas witches, or injuus, or the evil one,
For devil and redskin are as one." 

" Ho, ho, my sapling!" doth the Major 

"Are ye a man to let such chaff
Scare ye stark mad ?" And he whistled 

his dog
That whined and sniffed by a beechen log.
And thus the little cavalcade
Its pious way to meeting made. 

The parson was at his best that day;
All hearts were touched by his earnest way,
His mellow voice with fervor shook
As leaning o'er the sacred Book 


He besought his flock from strife to cease, As martyr might to the cruel stake, 

For his theme (like ours today) was peace. Giving his life for conscience' sake. 

His " Peace on earth, good will to men," 

Was followed by many a deep " Amen" - Ah me !" quoth the parson, "it grieves 

From pew and aisle. Ami then at last, me - 

The sermon ended, came the repast That our guest goes sadly from our door ; 

On the church steps, or under the trees, I never saw him so stern and grave ; 

Where gathered to catch the summer breeze How piteous that last glance he gave! 

The ilk loved to linger long Whether our lives pass swiit or slow, 

story, gossip, jest and song. Heaven lies nearer than we know. 

For the church then was a Parliament, I hope no danger our friends have run, — 

House of Lord and man together blent, — The Lord is gracious. His will be done. 

Where one might tarry and hear discussed y\ ny tnev find peace on this Sabbath Hay, 

All topics pertaining to mortal dust, The Lord be with them— let us pray !"
As well as those celestial themes, 

The creatures of our bravest dreams. ( . (id blegs thfc Reverend j erry W ise ! 

And so it was late when the Major said ( , m j.^,^ bhuu pilQt ()f [he g kies 

Good-night to the parson, and at the head Nq dear£r n;inR . th;m his shal ] be 

Of his faithful, [earless, little band E'er lisped by lip in Kitte.v ; 

In clarion tones gave the command, A1)|)vc the roaring river > s fallS] 

And started away on his fatal rule, Saintly and sweet his voice vet calls. 

Nor dreamed that Death his horse sat We j, wag hg nanR . (1 whQ , aught 

aslnUL '- The soul the thorny way it sought. 

Now it chanced that, waiting to see them Braye j KKKMIAH Wis , v well ( , nm ., 

P asi >' ^ Servant of God! the victory's won ! 

A sorrowful woman sighed "Alas !" 

And a timid maid on the edge of the crowd 

Wrung her white hands and sobbed aloud : 

" To look at the Major makes me afraid ! 

»,.,,,, , , , , , , , ,, Scarce had the eagle, seeking rest, 

He looks like the Lord by Jude betrayed. 6 ° , . 

„ . , , ,,-',", His proud flight curved to shelt ring nest, 

The Major heard and bit his lip, ' ' , . , 

, , . Scarce had the heron, at proach of night, 

),,,,,,„ ,o,t lo m iiu ic hie udnn * 

How swiftly direful news is rolled !
How soon a tale of blood is t< 

Bowed low to all, and as his whip
Fell on his horse's flank, replied :
" The Lord is good, his mercy wide !
('rood friends, 1 thank ye for your prayers;
But calm your minds and dismiss your 

cares ;
I tear no foe that ever fought,
No weapon that ever mortal wrought ;
Who crosses my path does so indeed
At his peril, and had best have heed ;
May my old musket never rust
Till every savage has bit the dust ;
I'll defend my folk at any cost,
For my blood is hot though my name be 

So, stroking his steed, he said "good-day, "
And grandly, solemnly, rode away, 

Over the river winged its flight, 

Sending alar its wierd lone cry, 

As dervishes for them that die, 

Scarce aglow were the meadows damp 

With the firefly's incandescent lamp, 

Scarce over the misty river bank 

In bed of blood the sun slow sank, 

When, as if from hell's mad sea of flame, 

This news unto Quamphegan came : 

" The toe is upon us — all is lost ! 

The tawnies have butchered Major Frost !" 

Then swift and sure the dread news flew, 

Too fleet to be checked, too sad to be true, 

How the Major's party without harm 

Had reached the confines of his farm, 

And with their happy homes in sight, 



Each fond heart throbbed with love and 

How the Major, uttering his last word,
Said proudly, turning to Mistress Heard,
"Praise God, good friends, we're home 

again !"
While his faithful followers cried "amen."
When, without so much as a warning breath,
Like hell-hounds from the jaws of death,
The savages leaped from behind a rock,
And gave the great leader his death-shock ; 

*he Major fell with never a word,
And Dennis Downing ; but Mistress Heard,
Mortally wounded, from pillion prone 

to the earth, and with dying groan
To her husband turning, said: "I die I
For the children's sake leave me and fly!" 

That night, before the dawn of day,
The Major was laid in his grave away
On this gentle knoll, where the apple-trees 

pie the meadow and scent the breeze.
But not to rest, for the wily foe 

the hated pale chief lying low,
Snatches :ts cold, 

re it to the hilltop bold,
re in the morning light it hung,
The ghastliest sight by sage e'er sung,
/rewsome Christ on its cross of woe,
: grimly on the town be: 

" Ho, Yengee Sachem!" the red skins 

" Your last fight is fought, your last feast
held !
.ho Walderne of Quocheeo slew,
And Roger Plaisted, now sla;. too ! 

Tht -agamore will kiss no more 

His While Fawn squaw in cabin-door ; 

will he hunt the red man down,
.ore will he burn his wigwam brown.
unever the red man hath for 

y Hunting Ground swift g
Major as martyrs go
Straight . id's mansion here below 

To the house abo re bravely wait 

Tht the lowly, the truly great. 

t Mistress Frost, bowed low wi th grief,
Unto her Lord turned for relief : 

" Hath a merciful Lord brought this to 

pass ?
I live no longer! alas! alas!
My days are full of misery, —
God pity me! God pity me!
Open, Heaven, and let me go
To him, my all, above or below!" 

To which a good woman with tear-dimmed 

d the widowed one, and made reply:
" The good Lord keepe our troubled ways,
And sanctify to our perreles days
His dispensations that smite
Like lightning on the cave of night." 

Dark, baleful days for Kittery,
And the Province to utmost boundary.
Each goodman's heart was full of fears,
And ever}' goodwife's full of tears. 

Red skin and pale face are now as one:
The feud's forgot, the race is run.
No longer the stake and ambuscade
Strike terror to Christian man and maid ; 

ongerthe goodmanwith babes and wife
Hastes to the garrison for life ; 

. ;er our river the birch canoe
Paints with its tawny, ochred crew ;
No longer the Indians our wood-ways stalk
With cruel arrow and tomahawk ;
No more doth yon peaceful, sun-kissed hill
Our souls with anguish and horror fill
At sight of that stark corpse looking down,
Ghastly and scalpless, upon the town,
A new-world Christ on his Calvary
Impaled for love and liberty. 

No longer the savage (God be praised !)
Is slain like the ox, his wigwam razed ; 

more the warrior by boot and spur
Is kicked and cursed like a mongrel cur; 

more the haughty, untamed brave
Is led to the shambles and sold as slave,
Th' imperious lord of creation sold
For pale-face wampum, damned gold,
Dragged from his home, his council fires,
Thi heritage of hoary sires;
No more the squaw, with poor pappoose,
Is into the forest wilds turned loose,
The trembling prey of wolf and bear, 


And the screaming scavengers of the air. 

Now, in the voice of pine and spruce. 

The Great Spirit hath called truce. 

Red man and white man rest side by side 

In the Almighty's graveyard wide. 

Now, in death's calm, untroubled sleep, 

The Lord of all doth his brave ones keep. 

Sleep well, great souls, and know no fear, 

With all ye love and hold most dear ; 

Soon to the Happy Hunting Ground 

Ye bravely go, when the trump shell sound 

Side by side in a common bed, 

They sleep, the white man and the red. 

Hotior and censure to both belong, 

For each was right and each was wrong. 

God grant their spirits in sweet release, 

To smoke forever the pipe of peace ! 

We are the People of the Pine. 

Our rugged state is a power divine ; 

An homely Yankee paradise 

Of the bravest hearts beneath God's skies ; 

And every brave home hath its Eve, 

And its apple, too, we may well believe. 

Better these homely farms of ours 

Than serf-tilled acres and lordly towers ; 

Better these free hearts stout and true, 

That beat for the good that they can do. 

That battle not with sword and shield. 

But marshalled on a bloodless field 

Live to fulfil the Master's plan. 

And draw man nearer unto man. 

'Tis brave earth holds a hero's bones,
Holy his bine grave's lichened stones ;
Sacied the dust where a brave man lies.
Shall we not, Sons of the White Christ, rise,
Rise to his height superb, and claim
All men as brothers, In His Name?
Knowing, whatever the skin may lie,
The high, the lowly, the bond, the free.
Only that soul is white that brings
Blessing to others, to all "Souls sings.
Beneath its tenement of clay
The white soul bides that shall live for aye,
A spirit transfigured by faith, love, prayer,
To be with the White Christ joint-heir. 

Here was his home by yonder hill : 

His name its proud height beareth still.
But rather Hero's Hill, think we,
The grander, prouder name would be.
And thus with our hero face to face,
We christen his hallowed resting-place.
Here was his dark Gethsemane,
And there his gory Calvary.
Honor to him forevermore,
This hero of an hero-shore !
This new-time Saviour ; who gave
Himself his snffering world to save;
Who grandly lived, as one deified,
Yet lived not grander than he died. 

Who gotten of love comes to earth's estate 

Hath conception immaculate; 

Who daily, grandly, godlike lives 

Himself divinity truly is ; 

Who bravely for another dies 

Is ever a Christ in angel-eyes; 

His Master's name may he not take 

Who gives himself for his Master's sake? 

This vale was his black Gethsemane, 

Yon hill his bloody Calvary; 

Blessed be this Saviour, who died that we 

Might henceforth saved and blessed lie ! 

The last of that grand triumvirate,
Unflinching martyrs of a common fate,
Waldron and Plaistcd and Frost, these three,
The flower of New England chivalry!
All honor be theirs! And let us raise
Unto these heroes of bygone days
Tablet and stone and monument.
Nor think we, friends, our means ill-spent
If, in honoring the dead, ourselves we raise,
And our children's children to grander

Guard your good name at any cost,
Ye men who bear the name of Frost !
Frost, Fernald, Shapleigh, Downing, 

Heard, —
A nugget of gold is every word!
Blush, town, with pride! Such names as 

Yoiced by billow and bird and breeze,
Are a richer dower, a costlier crown,
Than any that kings have handed down! 



They stand for homes that reach God's 

Of happy hearts the paradise ;
They stand for men that are brave and free,
They stand for souls that kingly be. 

Here dwelt one who with magician's wand,
(Saintly in soul, impish in hand,)
Harnessed the thunderbolt, and made
It slave of every art and trade,
As with bronzed brow and sweaty locks
Yon farmer yokes the patient ox. 

Here, gracious, loving, sweet, abode
In Bittersweet beside yon road,
One whose deep love each glad year yields
An incense sweeter than the fields.
Though living from the world apart,
A port of refuge was her heart.
And every little storm-tossed waif,
Harbored in her great heart was safe,
Thank God, from sin and want and shame,
In that Home builded In His Name.
Because her own lamb the Shepherd took,
She herself assumed the Shepherd's crook.
Of deathless memory is she
To name whom, pausing reverently,
"Dear Mother Rosemary!" we say,
Then braver, better, go our way. 

But still from Heaven her sweet voice calls;
On her beloved yet gently falls
The mantle of her love and prayer.
As if filled with diviner air,
There moves today among us one
Whose mission, glorious as the sun,
Touches with gold all hearts, and makes
Kach home a Greenacre; and breaks
Devoutly, in the Christ's sweet stead,
For all who will, the Living Bread.
" Peace on earth, good will to men,"
The watchword of her heart and pen.
Serene, divine, her rare philosophy :
Serener and diviner, she. 

Today a healer with us walks,
Companion of our thoughts, our talks, 

Beloved physician, whose kindly speech
Is more than bolus huge, or leech ,
More potent his contagious cheer
Than physic, reaching far and near,
Casting out devils of dismay,
Turning fear to joy, and night to day,
Bidding the well be glad and brave,
The sick to triumph o'er the grave.
Ministering alone for the sweet sake
Of Him who Bread of Life once break,
Now praised, now damned, as good men be,
The weary rounds all patiently
He faithful plods, to blame or praise
Alike indifferent, through nights and days.
Mindful of one whose life alone
Seems the fair pattern for his own,
The loved disciple in truth is he
Of Him who healed in Galilee,
And blessed the holy marriage feast
With miracle, God's great High Priest,
The lame , the halt, the blind swift healed
By God's great love in Him revealed,
The leper cleansed, raised widow's son,
To say at last, " Thy will be done."
And such the magic of his smile
That as he jogs each dusty mile
His wondrous epidemic spreads,
As rainbows do, to hearts and beads,
And jocund health his "sorrel" tags,
And mirth drips from his saddle-bags ;
While joy spreads swift from heart to heart,
And makes all flesh blessed by his art. 

Here Whittier came, a grateful guest,
To find tor mind and soul sweet rest,
And on Piscataqua's proud shore
See the Great Spirit smile once more.
And with him came that gentle pair
Whose names we breathe as if in prayer,
The sharers of his blood and tame,
At every hearth of honored name,
Whose beauteous home, to him oped wide,
Was Heaven itself, personified. 

Blush honest hearts with conscious pride,
Whose sires as heroes lived and died !
Yours is man's goodliest heritage 


On hoary history's blood-stained page, —
The dower of courage, love and light,
Making men equal in God's sight. 

Aye, blush, 3'e men of Eliot, 

Whose 'scutcheon rude hath no foul blot ! 

Like him whose honored name ye bear. 

Be ye, too, sober, brave and fair. 

Like that apostle Jehovah sent 

Unto the Indian, in brave content 

Do ye your days with sweetness fill, 

Working, all humbly, the Master's will. 

Broader than Eliot's, not more brave, 

Your lives shall reach beyond earth's grave. 

Press on, brave hearts, nor strivings cease ! 

Beget a B rot lie) hood of Peace. 

Till over every star and world 

Love's banner fair is wide unfurled. 

No less apostles here today 

We fight the fight and go our way; 

Nor will our mission ended be 

Till every land and race is free. 

Shall we, brave souls, rest here at ease 

While suffer sister-nations over seas ? 

Are we content to sit at feast 

While sups that "Sick man of the East," 

Incarnate hell, off Armenia's bones, 

And filleth as with travail-groans 

This world of ours ? Nay, God forbid ! 

Arise ! The world from sin swift rid. 

And let us give, as heroes do, 

Not prayer alone, but powder, too. 

Our might no grander cause may seek 

Than, rising, to out-Greek the Greek, 

And help poor Hellas in her fight 

'Gainst Turkish tyranny for right. 

Our "liberty" something slavish means, 

When over seas the Phillipines 

Send vainly their request for aid. 

Shall we hold back aghast, afraid? 

Nay, nay, brave freemen — God forbid ! 

Not till the world of sin is rid. 

Not worthy freemen shall we be 

Until our freedom doth Cuba free ! 

Cursed be the man that cowers and shrinks, 

And like a whipped whelp whines and 

slinks !
Cursed be that land forever more
That hides a tyrant on its shore !
Hail ! Freedom's first and fairest child,
With banner white and undefiled.
Shall we strike sail and spike the gun ?
Nay, God forbid ! Not till life is done, 

. And every shore and soul shall be
As we today, thank God, free, free!
Hail, proudest land beneath the skies !
Columbia, Freedom's paradise. 

Hamlet of brave hearts! Eliot men!
Vain were tribute of tongue or pen
Were it not for the spirit that over broods
Our fretful lives, our changeful moods,
And bids us in a voice scarce heard,
To rise above the beast and bird,
And pntting off the cloging clay
Seek serener levels day by day,
Like the greatest Sachem and Sagamore
That ever dwelt on our rugged shore,
The grandest spirit e'er forest hid, —
The Indian prophet, St. Aspenquid.
The good old chief, about to die,
Gathered his people far and nigh
To his home on Agamenticus,
The death-feast spread, and addressed
them thus : 

" My people live at peace with all ;
Love white man! White man's God is tall.
Bury the hatchet ; from discord cease ,
With Great Spirit smoke pipe of peace." 

So we, like Aspenquid of old, 

(Forgive, nor deem ns overbold,) 

So we stand with ye here today, 

And sing our song and go our way. 

Like ships that pass at night we be, 

Steadfastly faring o'er life's sea. 

We signal, greet, and parting cheer, 

As each barque to its course doth veer, 

" All's well ! All's well ! Where bound ? 

Where bound ?"
Till, hull-down, silence answers sound.
So we who may not here remain,
Nor look, perchance, dear friends, again
Into your kindly faces, give God-speed,
Imploring Him whose love doth heed
liven the sparrow's fall, to let
His light shine on us, Homeward set.
We spread for ye the feast, and bid
Ye welcome, like good Aspenquid.
The death-feast this ; and this fair earth
Death's charnel-house. But lo ! new birth
Aivaiteth us ! Thank God, at last,
When all is o'er, earth's poor repast
The soul's birth-feast shall prove ; and we
Like Aspenqnid, in victory
Know the Great Spirit as He is,
His life our life, and ours His. 

Valley of brave men, heed ! attend !
Mark well these words — the tale doth end. 


>ist©ri@ I^ocsSs. 

Francis Keefe, Esq.,
First Vice President of The Eliot Historical Society. 


Mr. President and F'riends: 

It would be strangely interesting if all
the legends of Rocks could be gathered
into a volume. Rocks are centres of His-
tory. Even legends become historic. 

The Hebrew Jacob evidently believed in
the " Testimony of the Rocks," for he used
one for his pillow and saw the skies divide
in his dreams. He made a rock, too, a
"pillar of witness" and benediction; and
he called it Mizpah, — a name that from him
has been adopted as one of the sacred
words, and is in common use to-day. 

That strangely occult man, Moses, —
educated among the Egyptians, familiar
with the lore of an age that has hardly been
excelled, — saw, pent up in a cliff at Horeb,
a spring of water, to meet an intense need.
Eor aught we know that spring pours forth
its stream to-day. 

Later still, in Roman history, we see
Tarpeia. the vestal virgin, dazzled by the
jewels of the Sabines. When told to open
her father's city-gates, and promised that
she should have all they wore upon their
left arms, the fascinated woman unbolted
the bars. Surely they kept their word.
She was crushed by the weight of their
shields which they heaped upon her. To
this hour that rock of fate is called by her
name, — the Tarpeian Rock, and has its

We wander about England and France
to see the old Cromlechs of the Druids ;
strange, weird, vague, as if haunted by the
bards and vates of that mysterious people. 

We go into Westminster Abbey and sit
in the Coronation Chair which has for its
cushion an old boulder on which for cen-
turies the line of Kings and Queens, — even
Her Majesty, Victoria, — have been seated
to be crowned. And we are told that it
was the veritable Jacob, s pillow of vision 

and beauty. Whether we believe it or not,
we s^eek the old oaken throne and sit upon
the rock. 

Lesser rocks have their associations.
Every town has some old boulder covered
with poetic fancy or stern historic fact. 

Across the valley from where we stand is
the rock on which the sedate and quiet
people of our town used to alight from their
horses at the door of the little Quaker

Dr. Hale, our Poet to-day, has a song of
a Heart-break rock in the old Massachu-
setts town of Ipswich, re-telling a quaint
and yet pathetic Indian legend. 

Singularly enough most of these varied
fancies and facts are asssociated with war-
fare, victory, massacre, terror, distress,
brutality, or leaps to success in life. 

In all ages, men and women have fled to
Rocks for shelter; hence even a boulder
means strength to us. 

The old Rock at Plymouth gives strength
to the soles of Pilgrim feet as they step
upon its solidity. 

To-day we stand beside all that remains
of a once huge and really a double boulder.
Behind it stood the red man, the native of
the soil, whose well-aimed gun brought the
stern, relentless, determined old warrior, —
Major Charles Frost, — to the ground. 

Our exercises have commemorated this
Soldier and the Englishmen of his day.
But, at the rock where he fell, we glance
for a moment at the Wild Man who stood
behind it; the arm that- pointed the gun,
and brought low the sturdiest dweller of
the Piscataqua. 

The Indian is a study. The more we
study him, the better we like him. We find
in him the wonderful gifts, powers, abilities
and aspirations of most veritable manhood ;
the qualities which seem the ruo^t revolting 



and inhuman, as we review them, would
— rightly evolved — have made him a noble

We never cease to hear about the spirit of
revenge, which is actually a tinge of Indian
blood. It gives us the impression of the
venom of cruelty and savageness. Is it so? 

Revenge really is that keen sense of
Justice that found its earliest breath in the
mind of God Justice is never anything
but Divine Revenge only needed to be
re-channeled in the red man's brain, and it
would have been a poise of peculiar quiet-
ness and thought which kts any deed vvoik
out its recompense. 

Nobody took a more vvholsome and true
interest in the Indian than John Eliot who
lived contemporaneously with M jor Frost.
" I most desire," said Eliot, "to communi-
cate unto the Indians in their owne lan-
guage." And "wee shall have sundry of
them able to read and write every man for
himselfe" and this "the indians do much
also desire." 

Eliot's books in the Algonquin tongue
were printed in editions of a thousand

Eet us take Cotton Mather's thought of
the tribes. He was a more renowned schol-
ar than Eliot. He regarded the Indian as
on the plane of tigers ; and he wrote : 

" Tho there were enough of the Dog in
their temper, there can scarce be found an
R in their language." 

" Their Alphabet be short, but their
Words are long enough to tire the patience
of any scholar in the World." 

John Eliot saw the intellect and ingen-
iousness of the Indian. Cotton Mather saw
the dog of them, and the long words. It is
just as we fix our eyeglass,— spirit or brute,
angel or demon. 

John Eliot thought the Indian words had
the breath of the Hebrew in them. Cotton
Mather found an Indian who was what we
should call "mediumistic." He called him
a "possessed man." Mather read to his
"demon" out of the Hebrew Bible, to test 

Eliot's assertion. Alas ! the said "demon"
could not undersiand a syllable of Hebrew,
a sure proof, Cotton Mather said, that our
Indians were in no sense allied to the "cho-
sen people." 

But we have only to read our own Pis-
cataqua Sagamore's soulful plea for his
people to get a glimpse of an Indian's
heart and brain. The old Sagamore, — the
last of the l'i^cataqua Sagamore's, went by
the name of Kuolles, — Hansard Knolles.
How he got this English cognomen we
never may know, and it matters not. But
this we perceive, he was a true lover of his
country and his men ; and a nobleman of
Nature's own moulding. When he was
dying of old age, he sent for the men of our
KittLry to meet him at Berwick, and his
plea was : 

' Through all these plantations are rights
of my children. I am forced to humbly
request a few acres of land to be marked out
for them and recorded as a public act in the
Town books, so that when I am gone they
may not be perishing beggars in the pleas-
ant places of their birth. 

" A great war will shortly break out be-
tween the white men and the Indians. At
first the Indians will prevail ; but they
will finally be rooted out and utterly des-
troyed !" 

It was an anxious looking forth for the
fate of his people, — a strangely keen intui-
tion of the Sagamore. 

Ten years before Knolles gave expression
to the foregoing, the ruler aud Powwow on
the Merrimac, gave as "the last words of a

" The White Men are Sons of the Morn-
ing. Sure as you light the fires, the breath
of heaven will turn the flames upon you." 

With the word from our old Sagamore's
lips, let us turn to 


behind which the red men who had teen 



Knolles face to face, and who had given
him the homage his position required,
secreted themselves. We may wish that
the wild man had witheld his gun and
arrow; but we will remember this : What
he did on July 4, 1697, and why he made
this boulder historic, was his native relish
for these hills and valleys, — the grand,
deep forests and river. 

Major Charles Frost was a man born
to achieve. He recognized no impedi-
ment. He hesitated not for life or death.
We honor him as a man of iron will, — and
we have Written his Name in Marble
where he fell ; 

Two centuries later we read the young
stalwart red-faced warrior in clearer char-
acters ; and we give him, also, a place in
our estimate and respect. 

Ambush Rock from this day will be a 

more notable historic memory. We give
out anew its legends to this and all other
generations. It is a glory to our Eliot;
we feel the pulse of strength to be near it. 

If the voice of the red man who aimed his
gun at the brow of Major Frost could re-
echo today, it would utter, even as we do,
"God and my Native Land!" 

Who knows but the red man and white
man in the realms beyond, are in close
affinity ; and have learned to understand
each other better, as we do here ? 

True light shall shine, 

And in the end
Comes recompense 

For foe and friend. 

And we ennobled 

By their thought,
Grow wiser by 

What others wrought. 

Umuulina of the Cablet. 

The tablet of marble inserted in Ambush
Rock was covered with the American Flag.
As the speaker (Mr. Keefe,) alluded to the
historic spot and its memorial slab, the
Flag was removed, — the 

Tablet Unveiled 



son of Mr. Charles Frost, of Eliot,— who 

is a lineal descendant of the hero and mar- 

tyr of 1697. 



Major Charles Frost, 

Mrs. John Heard, Dennis Downing, 

Killed by Indians on this spot 

July 4, 1697. 

— o — 

Marked by Citizens 

of Eliot, 

July 4, 1897. 



Augustine Caldwell,
Sung at Ambush Rock. Air,— "Auld Lang Syne."
One noble life inspires an age . 

One brave heart, far and strong
Entwines its powers; its influence sheds
In word and work and song. 

Heroic deeds, the strength of arm, 

Firmness of faith and zest,
Are atmospheres of life and health,— 

Reveal man at his best. 

Here we recall one fearless soul; 

A steady step and sure;
We honor all his sturdy ways,— 

The name, the rank he bore; 

But— sword nor bayonet to Jay! 

Nor bullet, shot nor shell !
In clearer brain and purer light 

Reaso:i and Love shall tell. 

Enlisted in progressive thought, 

With Charity for all,
We see the noblest Truths arise,— 

We see all Evils fall ! 

The plowshares of our richest soils
Molded from sword and gun, — 

Head, heart and hand equipped complete
With LOVE— the world is won. 


Rev. William Salter, D. D. 

And now may Almighty God, who
brought our fathers over the sea that they
might reclaim the wilderness and plant
the homes of civilization upon these
shores, bless this day's commemoration of
their valor and piety to their children's

Standing around the rock where Major
Charles Frost suffered and died, we renew
with one accord our devotion to the memo-
ry of our fathers and to the God of our
fathers, that He may be with us and with
coming generations as He was with them,
that glory may dwell in the land ; 

And may the grace of the Lord Jesus
Christ, and the love of God, and the com-
munion of the Holy Spirit be with you all. 


The Exercises of the 200th Anniversary
of the Massacre of Major CHARLES
FROST were ended. As the assembly
slowly drifted from the Rock, groups of
interested descendants visited the quaint
slab that covers the Hero's dust, and read : 

Here lyeth jnterred ye body
of mj Charles Frost aged
65 years Deed July ye 4th


A Paper Prepared at the request of the Eliot Historical Society. 

As we meet to commemorate the two
hundredth anniversary of the tragic death
of Major Charles Frost, it is fitting that we
review the varied achievements of his life,
and the history of his father's settlement in
the Province of Mayne. 

Nicholas Frost, the father of Major
Charles Frost, came from the town of Tiv-
erton, in Devonshire, England, where he
was born about 1585. His father's name
was John, and his mother's name was Anna
Hamden ; and he was one of six children,
four of whom were boys. 

Nicholas married Bertha Cadwalla from
Tavistock, in January, 1630, when he was
forty-five years old. His bride was only

It is believed that Nicholas and his wife
and two sons, Charles (born July 30, 1631,)
and John (born August 7, 1633,) sailed
from Plimouth, Devon, in Aprill, 1634, in
ye shipp Wulfrana, Alevin Wellborn,
master, and arrived at Little Harbor in
June of yt year. 

It is said that the bill of lading of his
goods is among old papers in tht ancient
Pepperell house at Kittery Point. 

That Nicholas Frost was in this locality
in 1634 or 1635, we know by a deposition of
Phillip Swadden, who lived in a wigwam
near the Pascataquacke River. His depos-
tion taken in 1673, says that "thirty-eight
or thirty-nine years since, living then at
pishchataqua, I do positively knew yt Mr.
Thomas Wannerton gave to Nicholas Frost
a Prcell of Land up in Pischataqua River,
now known by the name of Kittery, which
pcell of Land was bounded, on the East
with a little Cove, Joyneing to the Fort
Poynt, on the South West on the River, on
the North West Northerly with a great 

stumpe called the Mantill-tree stumpe ;
which is about the middle of the Lane, wch
Joynes to ye Land which Major Nicholas
Shapleigh now possesseth, & soe runneing
into ye woods, as fare backe as the sayd
Wannerton's Land went, which Tract of
Land Mr. Thomas Wannerton gave to the
sayd Nicholas Frost to come to bee his

Capt. Thomas Wannerton had charge of
Mason and Gorges trading station in 1633,
and lived in the Great House at Strawberry
Bank until 1644. 

Nicholas Frost and his family seem to
have tarried in that vicinity for a time, as
his daughter Anna was born at Little Har-
bor, April 17, 1635. 

Afterwards, it is said, Nicholas pur-
chased four hundred acres of land on the
North East side of Piscataqua river, and
on that land built a small rude log house
for his family. 

He began to lay the foundation of one of
our town roads : for we find that in 1637,
" Mr. Alexander Shapleigh & Mr. James
Treworgie did agree with the neighbors
dwelling at and about Sturgeon Creek, that
there should be alwayes a highway from
Nicholas ffro?ts house down to Sturgeon
Creek, and soe along to the ceaders " This
was done because the "said f frost desired of
sd Shapleigh a way to be left from the sd
creek to his house." 

In 1640 Nicholas Frost was appointed
constable at Piscataqua, by the first General
Court held in Saco by the Councillors of
Sir Ferdinando Gorges. 

In 1640, it is said, Nicholas built a large
two-story house of square hewn logs, that
was known as the ffrost's Garrison. 

The York Deeds contain a record dated 



May, 1633, which says "when the marsh
was divided, Mr. Alexander Shapleigh did
find that Nicholas Frost had too little
marsh for his stock of cattle, and therefore
did freely give him the five acres of marsh
allotted to him, the said Alexander Shap-

A question seems to have arisen several
years later, about the boundary line be-
tween Mr. Alexander .Shapleigh and Nicho :
Frost; for John Whitte, a former servant
of Sh;ipleigh, testified in 1662, that he
knew the bounds at Sturgeon Cricke med-
dow that were set down by Mr. Taynter,
between Mr. Alexander Shapleigh and
Nicho : Frost, about 22 years since, and
that to his best discerning the said bounds
still remain. 

It is said that Nicholas Frost's two
brothers came to New Engl ind about 1640.
One brother, John, owned and commanded
a merchant or trading vessel, the Anna of
Devon, and he came over from England,
bringing with him a younger brother,
Charles, and an old friend of the family,
Thomas Belcher. 

After some years Chailes returned to
England. He is said to have presented a
Bible to his nephew, Charles Frost, son of
Nicholas. A family Bible printed in 1599,
is now in possession of William S. Frost of
Allston, Mass. 

Thomas Belcher remained with the fam-
ily of Nicholas, and died in 1632. Possible-
it was Belcher's grandson who made a will
in 1730, in which he gives all his property
to Mr. Charles Frost, a grandson of Major
Charles Frost. John Belcher, Joyner, for-
merly of Boston, gives these reasons for
making Charles Frost his heir: " Whereas
I the said John Belcher, have lived at the
house of Mr. Charles Frost in Kittery, near
about fourty years, and have been com-
fortably supported and provided for, no
Relations or other Persons whatsoever
haveing done anything for my help or com-
fort at any time since I have lived in the
Eastern parts, but ye said Charles Frost 

and his father and Grandfather, and now
in my old age and helpless condition, I am
comfortably supported and provided for
with convenient food and raiment and oth-
er necessaryes of life, by ye said Charles

This John Belcher, it is said, used to
raise onion seeds to sell to the neighbors ;
and he always used a cocoanut shell to
measure the seeds in. After his death
there was great search made for his money,
which was supposed to be hidden under a
stone. Even after the old Garrison was
pulled down, thirty years later, the founda-
tion stones were dug around and over-
turned again and again, in vain attempts to
discover the treasure. 

When Charles Frost was fifteen years old,
he accidentally killed a companion, War-
wick Heard, — March 24, 1646. His story of
the affair is in the Court Records of that
time : 

" Charles Frost sayeth that he being
about his father's door, looking into the
marsh, saw three geese light in the marsh,
as he thought, by a little puddle of water ;
and he taking a piece ran down into the
marsh to get a shot at them : and he coming
there crept along on his belly. Warwick
Heard seeing the same three geese light,
and being crept into the bush and long
grass before him, he not knowing him to be
there, and it being after sunset, — Warwick
Heard beirrg upon his knees ready to give
fire, and the wind blowing the skirts of his
jacket abroad, Charles Frost lifting up his
head, as he was creeping, thought it to be
a goose picking herself, presently gave fire,
and so shot him." 

He was taken before the Cororrer's Jury,
who gave their verdict that Charles Frost
was not guilty of wilfull murder of War-
wick Heard ; and the higher Court con-
firmed the verdict and discharged Charles

In T649, Nicholas Frost with Capt. 



Xicho : Shapleigh and John Heard, served
as "ye select Townsman" in the newly in-
corporated town of Kittery. They were the
first selectmen elected in Kittery. Again
in 1651 we find him serving in the same
capacity with Nicho : Shapleigh and An-
thony Emery, — who was the first Emery at
Sturgeon Creek. 

It is a family tradition that Nicholas
Frost's wife Bertha, and daughter Anna,
were captured by the Indians on the night
of July 4, 1650, and carried to an Indian
camp near the mouth of Sturgeon Creek,
during the absence of Nicholas and his
son Charles. On their return from York,
Nicholas and Charles went to the rescue of
mother and daughter, but were unsuccess-
ful ; Charles, however, killed two Indians,
(a Chief and a Brave,) in' his desperation.
Calling a few of the other settlers, Charles
and his father went back to the Indian
camp next day but found it deserted, ex-
cepting for the mangled bodies of Bertha
and Anna, which they brought up and
buried near the old Garrison. 

Kittery, in 1651, granted to Nicholas
Frost 340 acres of land, "joining on the
west to Anthony Emery's land, and on ye
east side of ye land with a brook which
runs into Agmenticus river, and on ye
south to ye end of ye plains." Twenty acres
more were granted to him in 1653. 

Both Nicholas Frost and his son Charles
signed the papers of " Submission to the
government of the Massachusetts Bay in
New England," in 1652. On this occasion
Nicholas Frost's mark was unusually bold.
He combined N. F. in a simple monogram
as his usual mark. 

Charles Frost was about twenty-one year's
old at this time ; and the town of Kittery
granted to him, December 16, 1652, one
hundred acres of land "at Tompson's point,
of twenty-four Poles wide, & so running
backward the same breadth over the Rocky
Hills untill ye sd one hundred acres be
accomplished." Twelve years later he
sold one half of this land to the Oliver 

brothers, who were fishermen at the Isles
of Shoals. 

During the year of his majority, Charles
Frost was interested with others in plan-
ning a Meeting House, said to be the or.e
in the Parish of Unity, in which he attend-
ed service for the last time on that fatal
July day. This will be seen by the follow-
ing copy of an old paper : 

" By this Courte & Authoritee Then.ff :
Holden ye ffourth daye of Maye, 1652, Att
ye place called Franks Forte, For ye chus-
ing off ye fittest men for ye selection a Lott,
& Building thereon a Meeting House. Itt
is ordered — that Charles Frost, James Ncal
James Emery, Win. Chadbourne, Icho :
Plaisted, John Heard, Have ye athoritee to
selecte a Lott yett undisposed & Build
theron a Meeting House as they shalle
judge meete for ye goode of ye Inhabitants. 

" It is ordered — That ye Meeting House
shall be builded forthwith, Tliirtie by
fourtie foote & ye Timbers shalle be cutl,
if yt can be found sutible. from ye Lott. 

Itt is ordered — That when ye Courte
have agreed uppon ye siiraiii of Monye to
bee Levyed uppon ye sevrall people within
this Jurissdiction ytt a Comittee bee chuseu
to sett & apoynt W'ch shall bee ye propo-
tion of every Man to Paye of ye sd Levye. —
John Wiocoll, Sec'y." 

In 1657 several of the inhabitants of the
tcwnes of Yorke, Kittery, Wells, Sacoe
and Cape Porpus, sent a petition to Oliver
Cromwell, Lord Protector of Eng. praying
to be continued under the government of
Massachusetts "which through God's mer-
cy wee now Injoy to o'r good satisfaction."
Nicholas Frost and his son Charles both
sign this petition. The reasons for sending
this petition are stated as follows : 

"Because wee feare ye hurtfullnesse of
our changes, as o'r govermt now is, our
prsons & Estate stand undr ye securitie of
wholesome Lawes, watchfull Governors, ye
fathers of our nourishment and peace,
whose joyous care not only tollerates but
maintaines us ye pure Institutions, for ye 



pure Institutions, for ye Incouragemt of
godly psons both Ministrs and othrs, to
reside amongst us, but changing it, may
throw us back into our former Estate to
live under negligent masters, ye dangr of a
confused Annarchy, & such other incon-
veniences as may make us a fitt shelter for
ye worst men, delinquents & ill affected
psons to make their recourse unto, thereby
to exempt themselves from their justly de-
served punishment." 

Charles Frost was a representative to the
General Court of Massachusetts in 1658,
and held the office for five years. The
same year that he was elected, the General
Court appointed his father, Nicholas Frost,
with Nieho : Shapleigh & Bryan Pendleton
"to pitch & lay out the deviding lyr.e be-
tweene the townes of Yorke and Wells. 

Nicholas Frost died July 20th, 1663, and
was buried within the stockade of the old
Garrison. The Court divided his property
among his five children. Charles was given
a double share "for his former care and
trouble" of his father; and the homestead
and five hundred acres of land fell to his
share. It included the great hill now
known as Frost's Hill, and a portion of this
land has remained in the family. 

The inventory of Nicholas Frost's estate
includes 1042 acres of land, 27 head of cat-
tle, 19 hogs, 4 horses, and one servant boy,
7 1-4 years old ; stores of grain, farming im-
plements, tools, and house furnishings.
Charles Frost was administrator, and his
bond was ^1000. 

Charles Frost's brothers were John ; and
Nicholas who was about sixteen years old
when his father died. His sisters were
Ca'herine, who married William Leighton,
and after his death married Joseph Ham-
mond, Register of Deeds and Judge of Pro-
bate ; and Elizabeth who married William
Gowine, alias Smyth. 

After the death of his father, Nicholas
chose his brother Charles to be his guar-
dian, "untill he come to twenty one years
of a^e ; so alsoe of his portion, amounting 

to yevalew of one hundred pounds; thyrty
pounds wrof is in Lands, & tenn pounds he
already hath received by accopt of schooel-
ing, cloathing & otherwise." 

Charles gives a bond of two hundred
pounds, and agrees "to pay or cause to be
payd in due pportion after the rate of six
pounds p hundren, yearely, & yeare by
yeare, for the Intrest of ye sum of sixty
pounds, unto my sd brother Nicholas, in
merchandable dry Codd fish, or provissions
at Current prices, at or before the last day
of Octobr. yearely, being about four yeares
and six months from the date thereof. He
also agrees to re-deliver the possession ot
the Lands and the sixty pounds to his
brother Nicholas when he becomes of age.
Charles Frost signed this bond the 5 day of
March, 1663-4. 

I find in indenture, dated 25th of March,
1662, "Citty of Bristoll," and witnessed by
the Mayor, by which one Nicholas Frost
binds himself to Thomas Orchard "from the
day of the date hereof, untill his
first and next arival at New England, &
after, for & during the term of five years to
serve in such service & imploymt as hee
the sd Thomas Orchard, or his assigns
shall there imploy him according to the
costome of the Countrey In the like kind.
In consideration wrof the said Thomas doth
hereby covenant & grant to & with the sd
Nicholas to pay for his passage, to find &
allow him meat, drink, apparell, & Lodg-
ing, with other necessarys, dureiug said
term." At the end "to pay accordding to
the costome of the country." 

In July 1663, Thomas Orchard assigns
Nicho : Frost over to serve William Scad-
locke for four years. Scadlocke lived on
the west side of Sacoe River near its

Scadlocke, with the consent of Nicholas
Frost, assigned him to Francis Littlefejld
the Elder, who lived in Wells, next to
Joseph Bolles, and was a "Planter," or
"husbandman;" and was part owner in a 


sow mill and corne mill a< Webhanett falls. Cause us to goe to some port Contrary to 

Littlefejld 1 1 i < 1 an apprentice at the same ourorders. 

time, who was to serve foi eight years, I pray you present my scervice to Mr. 

recei\ ing board and clothes, and at the end Vaughan, & my love to all my relations as 

ol his term to have "two sujts ol apparell well in Boston as with you: soe hopeing 

>\ a mayre cowlt." to see you indue tyme, 1 committ you to 

li has been said that this Nicholas Frost ye protection <>l god, & remajne your loue- 

Charles Frost's youngei brother. brother till death. 

Dates and othei facts contradict it. [ doe [request you in case ol Mortality, 

that 1 nevei return home, that all you have 

Thru- is a tradition that the Noun;/, in youi hands as Well Lands as other es- 

Nicholas of om storj made several voyages tate, bee devided aequally betwen yoi chil- 

md troni England and America with his dren & brother Leightons, when of age, 

uncle, Capt. John Frost, on the Anna oj vvch is desired by youi bro'r, 

Devon, and when Capt. John became feeble, Nicholas Frost.
he gave Nicholas an interest in, and the 

command ol his vessel, lie continued his That same year, August i, 1673, Nicli 

voyages until his death. We find this copy olas died in Limrick, Ireland, but his 

<>l his last Uttei to Ins brother Charles property was divided b) the Conrt equally 

Frost : between In-- two brothers and sisters. 

Mr. Vaughan, mentioned in the letter, 

From Patoxou in Mary Land was son-in-law to Mr. Robert Eliot; and 

Apnll s [i, the relatives in Boston were probably his 

Loueing brothei Charles: brothel John's family. John Frost, "mari 

My kind lone to you & youi wile & little nor ol Boston," was dead in 10S7. His 

ones, trusting in almighty these hues will widow's name was Mary, .md his children 

find you in health, as 1 my selfe am at were Charles, Mehitable, Elizabeth and 

present, & have been evei since my depart- Mary. Mary Frost, widow of "Capt John 

ure from you, thankes bee to god, tor his Frost, late ol Boston, in ye county ol Suf- 

irving mercy therein ; 1 have sent you folk, Marinor," sold 340 acres ol land in 

louie letters before tin. & could not as yet Kittery, in 1705; and the laud is described 

understand whithei you have any one oi as being that granted to Nicholas Frost, 

them. 1 doe wondei at it. 1 was doubt- father of the sd John Frost, by the sel 

lull you had all bee dead, 01 youi Rivers men ol Kittery, in 1051. and a small lot 

11 up, that you could not come * * * granted in 1653.
put .1 Uttei on board tvn soe man) opei 

tuuitys have prsented, 01 yt you had forgot other Frost families had settled in this 

ten m. 1 have sent you by Christopher section early. We find George Frost in 

Addams, two Row Is ot Toba : weighing Cascoe in 1637. 

aboutsixtj pounds, well It come to your John Frost, fisherman, of the Isles ol 

hands, 1 praj you disposs ol foi money. 1 Shoals, was the sou ot John who owned 

did send you sonic by Mi. be - ter, \ land at Bricksome"; and sold a tract ot 

thought to have sent more, but have other land in York near '.he harbor's mouth in 

wise ordered It. Wee arc ready to sayle 1074; in [67S bewasdead, leaving a widow 

\: have been Laden this 10: days, but Olll Rose Frost, and daughtei Annas Maxell, 

Mrehant hath no: finished his bussiness; and two sons, Phillip and Jehu ol the [sles 

Wee are informed ot some dutch Privaters ol Shoals, 

yt aie upon this Cost : 1 wis they may not William Frost was at Winter Harboi 



In 1675, — two years after the death of
Nicholas Frost, jr., and twelve years after
Nicholas Frost, senior, died, we find a
Ni hoi is Frost at Kittery, buying 100 acres
of land of Abra : Conley, and 60 acres of
John Craford. Tb res he sold at 

once to George Bi ughton ; and the <l
ofsaleshows the mark of Nicholas Frost
and his wife Mary. And his mark is very
unlike the mark of our Nichol is Frost. II is
wife Mary w .s twenty-one years of age;
and was the sister of Edward Smale. This
may h ive been the Nicholas Frost who was
tried lor theft at the Court held in Yorke in
1690, and who brought disgrace on his
name at many other times. 

At th' Point of Craves in Portsmouth, is
a stone bearing the name of Elizabeth
Frost, and the dale 16 >6. 

A few years after the death of his father,
Ch >rl s Frost was appointed Captain oi
the militia in Kittery. The date of his ap-
pointment was J ul_\- 6, 1 ' 

In 1669, he was one of the three Rep-
1 m Yorkshire to the General 

C u it held in Boston. 

In 1671 he was Town Clerk of Kittery. 

In [672, we find Capt Charles buying
ten a res ol sault marsh of Joseph Holies ot
Wells, who was the Town Clerk and a
pr mine I mm; and three years later. —
D ' '75 — he married Joseph Holies' 

daughter Mary. At the time of his mar-
riage Charles was forty four years old and
Mary Holies was thirty-three. 

In 1675 King Philip's war began ; and
Capt. Charles Frost had charge of the
garrisons at Sturgeon Creek. The Indians
attacked Durham, Ncwichewanack
Salmon Falls, and sev the settlers 

were killed in each place ; among them
Capt. Frost's lieutenant, Roger Plaisted. 

Capt Frost in the following lettei
ceived permission to garrison his house : 

Capt. Frost and Sergent Neall, 

Gentlemen : I thought to have meet 

with you here at maior Shaply's but ender-
-I anding the guns were herd about Star-
geon Creek, it is well yon 1 

as you did my dasiei and order is that you
garrison sour owne house with ten men,
and doe your beste now the snow is upon
the grond, which will he Advantage upon
ther tracks. Your letter I reseved about
garrisoning your house. We have a party
of men upon your side, commanded by
man banmore ; and John Wingut and
ph Fild aie going out this night: and
incase you want men, goe to the garrison
above, and especially Samon (anil, and
men foi any expedition : and all the
- omandi rs of thi  as are hereby re- 

quired to Atand your order herein, and this
shall be your suficant warrent.
dated this nomber, 1075, about 3 o'< lo< 1: .
Your Servant, RICHARD WALD) 

Sergent maior
I intend god willing to be at nachwau-
ack to morrow moining, therfor would da-
sier to her from you. R : W : 

It was in September of the next
that Major Waldron and Capt. 

is to kill all hostile Indians.
Two companies were sent from Boston with
the same orders ; and they came to Dover
on their way to Maine. There they found
foul hundred Indians assembled at th'
rison oi Maj. Waldron, with whom they had
made peace at the death of King Philip,
one month before. T;  

were for a ' once ; but Wal- 

dron wanted to take- them by strati
He proposed to the Indians to have a
fight; and then he sent orders for C
Frost to bring his company from 1'iscataqua.
Waldron and Frost with their men, and the
is from Boston formed one- parly; and
tie: unsuspecting Indians another. The
Indians were indu fire the fi 

when the whites surrounded and disarmed
them, and took them all prisoners. '1
who were known to be friendly • y dis-
missed. About three hundred strange In- 


dians irom the south and west were sent to
Huston : seven or eight of these were known
to be murderers, and they were hanged.
The rest were sold in to foreign slavery! 

Two days after this "base Yankee trick,"
as the Indians rightly called it, Capt. Frost
his men proceedeil to Ossipee. Trus-
trum Harris was one of the company. On
way he told Francis Smale that in case
he should fall by the hand of the enemy, or
,howsoever his end should come, he intend-
ed his estate for the children of Captain
Frost's sister Elisabeth, who married Wil-
liam Gowen alias Smyth. He told the
same to John Tomson, another member of
the company. Shortly after this Harris
was killed by thelndians, and his property
divided among the Gowen-Smyth children. 

In 1677. VValdron and Frost with 150
men, sailed from Boston to Brunswick and
the mouth of the Kennebec. They held
parley with the Indians in both places, and
rescued three captives. They killed Indians
and captured five ; and returned to Boston
without losing a man. 

To appreciate the duties devolving on
Capt. Frost at this time, we must read the
following instructions from the Major Gen-
eral. — Daniel Denison, of Ipswich. Mass 

-April [2, 1(17- : 

Instructions tor Capt. Charles Frost : 

You must take notice that the party of
Hers now sent you are designed chiefly
for the defense of Yorkshire & the dwell-
ings on the upper parts of Pascatay. You
are therefore, piincipally so to improve
them, by your constant marches about the
borders oi Wells, Yorke, Xochiwannick,
Cocheco, Exeter, Haveril, &c, as you
shall have intelligence of the enemies' mo-
tion, whom you are upon every opportunity
without delay to persue & endeavor to
take Captive, kill and destroy. 

Having notice of any partie of the enemy
at any fishing place or other rendezvous,
you shall lay hold on such opportunity to
•ailt the enemy. 

If you shall understand the enemy to be
too numerous for your smal partie, you shal
advise with Major Walderne, and desire
his assistance to furnish you with a greater
force for a present service, but if you judg
the opportunity or advantage may be 1< st
by such delay, you shall for a present ser-
vice require the inhabitants or garrison
souldiers of the place where you are, or so
many as may be necessary for you & sr.fe
for the place, immediately to attend you
upon such present service for destroying
the enemy. 

In all your motions & marches, silence
and speed will be your advantage & se-

You must stipph your present wai ts of
victuals & animation for your souldiers cut
of the townes and places where you come,
especially from Portsmouth, to whom I
have writt for that end, & if a larger sup-
ply be wanting, you shall give notice there-
of to myself or the Govcnour & Counsel. 

The necessity & distress of those parts,
& confidence of your courage & industry,
doe require your utmost activity in the
management of this business, without
spending needeless expensive delayes. Up"
and be doing ; & the Lord prosper your

You shall from time to time give intelli-
gence of all occurences of moment, to Major
Walderne and my selfe, and as much as
may be without prejudice of the service,
advise with Major Walderne and the Gen-
tlemen of Portsmouth, upon whom you
must principally depend for your present

In 1678, Charles Frost represented Maine
in the General Court at Boston. While
attending faithfully to his military and po-
litical duties, he still found time to attend
to his own affairs, and sold land, and often
served es appraiser of property, or to settle
estates. On one occasion he was chosen
with John Wincoll, James Emery and Wil-
liam Gowen alias Smyth, to settle a 'con- 



troversy usually ariseing betwen William
Furbush and Mary Forgisson, touching
the dividing lyne of thejr home Lotts." 

In 16S3, Ch irles Frost, Francis Cham-
pernown and Francis Hooke, settled an es-
tate in Saco. 

In 1665, Charles Frost was appointed by
the Governor of Massachusetts, one of
President Danforth's Council of the Prov-
ince of Maine, for a term of six years.
These Councillors were also the Judges of
a Supreme Court, and Magistrates through-
out the province 

The Indian War known as King Wil-
liam's broke out in 16S9, and Capt.
Charles Frost was appointed the Com-
mander-in-Chief of the military forces of
Maine. The date of his commission is
August 23, 1689. 

From this time Major Frost was actively
engaged in military service. Knowing that
his life was in peril at all times, he made
his will in 1691, in which he disposed of
his large estate to his wife and children : —
Mary, Charles, John, Nicholas, Sarah
Shipway, Abigail ffryer, Lidia, Elizabeth,
and Mehitable. 

His three negroes, " Tony," 'Es [.," and
" Prince," he gave to his three sons, 

The next year, 1692, the Indians led by
Canadian Frenchmen, descended on York,
and killed and carried ciptive over one
hundred and fitty of the settkrs, and
burned nearly all the h nises. Doubtless
Sturgeon Cretk \*ould have had a like vis-
itaii .mi, ha 1 not Vajcr Frost kept his sol-
diers const ntl en the alert, watching for
the approach of Indian spies. Even then,
some of our settlers were killed, perhaps
when the Maj >r had gone with his soldiers
to the relief of other settlements. We quote
the following frcm a letter written by
Ichabod Plais'ed, and dated June 9, 1693: 

" Last night we had four persons carried
away from the garrison by the Indians, and
one wounded. The place was at Sturgeon
Creek. And those carried away were Nich-
olas Frost's wife and two children and the 

widow Smith." 

It would seem that Nicholas Frost, jr.,
had no wife, from the fact that he wanted
his property divided between the children
of his brother, Major Charles, and the
children of his sister, Catharine Leighton,
as he requested in the letter written shortly
before he'died. Therefore this captive may
have been the wife of the stranger Nicholas
who bought land at Sturgeon Creek in 1675.
Major Charles' youngest son, Nicholas,
was a mere child at this time, as his eldest
brother Charles was born in 167S, and his
brother John and one of his sisters were
older than Nicholas. 

Major Frost's daughter Mary was mar-
ried in 1694 to Capt. John Hill, who was
then in command of Fort Mary, at Winter
Harbor, or Saco. He previously had charge
of the building of the Fort, which he named
in honor of Mary Frost 

In [694, Major Frost built a saw mill
with James Emery, jr., and Noah Emery,
on Wirk pond brook,— on the land of James
Emery, senior. 

Major Frost was elected a member of the
Governor's Council, in 1693; and from 1680
to the time of his death in 1697, (with the
possible exceptions of 16S7-8S,) we find
records of his frequent work as a Justice of
the Peace. 

From 1689 we find him with his associate
Justices, four times each year holding "His
Majesties Court of Quarter Sessions," at
York and Wells. Some of the business
brought before this Court, is of interest to
us, when we remember that it occupied
Major Frost's mind : At the October ses-
sion in 1691 : 

" It is ordered that there be a Day of pub-
lick thanksgiving kept on the 5th Day of
Noveuber next, & all servile worke on that
Day is hereby prohibited." 

" Days of Sollemn fasting and prayer,"
were also appointed. 

In 1692, the Court ordered a ferry to be
kept by John Woodman from Withers point
to Strawbery banke, and he was to keep a 


sufficient boate or Gundelo for horse and

In October, 1696, the Court ordered a
bridge to be built within six weeks over
Sturgeon Creek. 

A letter written from fforte Loyall, Fal-
mouth, in September, 1696, states that
"Major Swaine with Major ffrost & Major
Swaines Life Gard, came to this Towne,
23th of this Instant, whare the 2 Comanders
had a very Loving Corrispondency to
Geather, & Conference to order matters for
the defence of the Country." 

Honoored Charles Frost was present at
the January and April Sessions of Court,
1697, presiding with his associate Justices.
Then his name drops from the records. 

He met his death Sunday, July 4, 1697.
He was returning from the Meeting House
in the Parish of Unity, where he had at-
tended service with his two sons and sever-
al neighbors. Within a mile of his Gar-
rison House, the party were fired upon by
Indians who had made an ambush near the
great Rock by the roadside. 

Major Frost was killed. His sons Charles
and John escaped. 

Dennis Downing, the blacksmith, was

The wile of John Heard was mortally
wounded. Her husband tried to put her on
the horse ; but she fell, and begged him to
leave her and save their children at home.
The savages chased him and shot his horse
which fell under him when near his Gar-
rison. He ran to its shelter and escaped
his pursuers. 

The letter written by Joseph Storer of
Wells to Capt. John Hill gives an account
of the death of Major Frost, and the funeral
which he attended. 

The night following the burial, the In-
dians opened the grave, took the body and
carried it to the top of Frost's Hill, sus-
pended it on a stake, — piercing the body.
The place where this savage act was com-
mitted, was the highest point, where the 

fence now crosses the western side of the
hill. Elderly people remember a very
large old pine tree, which stood just acrcss
the fence, near the supposed spot. Early
the next morning the Indians were heard
making most hideous noises on the hill.
Charles, (then about nineteen years old,)
went out to ascertain the cause, and dis-
covered that the body had been disinterred.
A few men hastily gotten together recov-
ered it, and a guard was kept over the
grave until a large flat stone was laid upon
it. The Indians feared this was a trap for
them, and troubled it no more. 

Tradition says the stone was brought
from York woods some years before on a
dragg; and was intended to be used as a
door step at the old Garrison. It was nearly
twice its present size, being a flat irregular
stone of a peculiar formation. Some years
after the Major's death, the stone ,vas
cut into its present shape, and lettered by a
Welch man from Portsmouth : 

HERE lyeth Jnterrd ye body 

of mj. Charles Frost aged 

65 years Deed July ye 4th

A line is cut around the stone, and in
each corner is a clearly chiseled fleur de lis.
Near by is the gravestone of the Major's
grandson, Eliot Frost, and other members
of the family. And all about are unmarked
and unknown graves. 

The site of the old Garrison can still be
seen quite a little distance down the hill
from the burying ground. Crossing the
highway, we go down into the middle of a
field, where the land slopes abruptly to the
marsh. On this spot stood the old Gar-
rison House, which was razed to the ground
in 1760, after standing one hundred and
twenty years. The old cellar was then used
as a dumping ground for all loose materials
about the field. A great many years later,
this field was plowed ; and much to the
surprise of all, there came up a beautiful 



crop of tobacco all around the edge of the
old cellar. Wild parsnips used to grow
there; and every spring an old asparagus
root sends up its shoots close by. Whose
hand planted it we may not know. 

This part of the field was plowed again
several years later, and a spoon was found
where the garrison stood. It has a mark in
the bowl, and on the mark are three tiny
spoons, with the word Dovclc above. The
handle is straight with an ornamented end. 

A gold ring was found there about the
same time. It has a round raised piece on
the back ; and on it is a heart with a crown
above it, and the letter L, at one side. 

Another relic found there, is the side of a
bottle with the name, "Sir William Pep-
per 11" hluwn into the glass. Maj. Frost's
son J"hn married Sir William Pepperell's
sister Mary. His son Charles married Jane
Eliot Pepperell, a sister-in-law of Sir.
Willi. un. The Major's grandson Charles,
married Sarah Pepperell, a neice of Sir
William. It does not seem strange, there-
fore, that the glass relic was found there. 

M ]< r CI arles Frost's son Charles dated
his will the 24 day of September in the
Eleventh Year of his Majts Reign, anno
Dom 1724, — a document so complete that it
is almost a biography of himself,— and,
among other silver treasures, he Gave the
Church in Berwick "My Small Silver

The old Garrison house was vacated in
1756, when the Frost family then living in
it, moved into a new house near the bury-
ing ground. That house, too, has disap-
peared. Generation after generation of the
Frosts have gone to their long home; but
"the little brook by Nicholas Frost's
house," still runs on its way through the
marshes, as it did on that sad Sunday eve-
ning,— July 4, 1697. 





An inventory of the goods, lands, Cattle
& chatties with yr appurtenances, given p.
Nicholas Frost late of Kittery, deseased,
unto his Children, as by his deeds of gyft,
bearing date ye 12th day ol Sept. 1650 : 

Imps his wearing apyarell 15 06 00 

A homestall of dwelling house,
barne & other out houses, orchards
Cornfields, meddows & Pastures
adjoining, Contayueing in all
300 acres more or less att 205 

A former grant of Land of three
hundred acers frome ye proprie-
tors agent, Jo> ncing to his home
land, viddzt. Mr. Roger Gard 18 

The long Marsh, by estimate Tenn
acers, & the grants of Land be-
longing to itt, Three hundred
acres more or less 60 

Two acers & an halfe of sault
M.irsh In York bounds 5 

The house & L;.nd at Kiuery,
Joyneing to Willia. Leighton, by
estimation 30 acers 20 

A grant of one hundred acers of
Land on the South tide of
Sturgeon Cricke 10 

One h dgtd of Wheate one H> dgid
of Mault 3 

7 acers & 12 sorred with Inglish
grasse 15 

Pease and oates at Kittery 1 16 00 

Indean Corne & fruite on ye ground 6
Corne & oates up in ye Chambtr 1
Hay at home & Abroad 16 

6 Oxen att 44 

7 Cows att 3 2
Horses and Mayres in ye Woods 

one ould Mayre att 10 

one Mayre Cowlt at two jears 1-2
ould 10 

1 Horse 2 years 1-2 ould 7 

one Cowlt of one yeare & 1-2 ould 6 


491 11 oc 



Cattle in the Woods
One Cowe i Heffer one Calfe 9 

3 Heffers 3 Stears 1 bull 18 

one steare 1 bull 3 yeares 1-2 ould 10
one Steare of 4 years ould 7 

An ould Ox att 7 

1 1 ould swine att 12 

2 Sows 2 05 00
Three shoatts and 3 piggs 2 

Two ould Carts, one peyre wheels
1 slead, Copp Irons & roape, att 2
Three plows & ould Hodgeds 1 

3 yoakes, 3 chaynes, 1 wheelbarrow 1 10 00
1 Tymber Chasse, 1 harrow & 

lumber 2 1 00 

3 beetles, 5 Wedges, 1 ould Hatehett 

& five axes at 00 7 00 

3 Hows, 2 Spades, one Shovell 11 

1 Iron Crow, 5 forke tynes, ould 

Rakes 14 

1 Dungforke, 1 Cross cutt saw, 

1 mattaeke, 2 playnes att 10 06 

In the Kitchen
one muskett, 1 fowling piece & rest 2 00 00 

2 Iron potts, 1 Iron Kettle, 

2 pott hookes att 4 6 00 

3 brass Kettles, skellett & 

1 bayson att 3 15 00 

Two andirons, one Tramell & 

one peyr of Tonges 10 

one frying pann, 1 grid iron, 

1 spitt, 1 flesh forke 8 

3 Tynn pudding panns, 11 Wooden 

trayes, Laddies, 1 scemmer, 

one Lampe, all att 9 

1 wooden morter & pestell, 3 payles 5 

1 Curry Come, 12 Trenchers & lumber 8 

Working Towles
1 mortessing axe, 2 adges 07 06 

3 mayson's Hamers att 7 6 

4 augers, 3 Chissells, 3 Gowges, 

one square all att 8 

In the Inner Chamber
1 bedsteade, 1 feather bedd &
bowlster, 2 pillows, one blankett
1 peyr sheets, I Rugg & 1 Coverlidd 9 1 1 00
One Trundle bedstead &
feather bedd & feather
bowlster & pillow 5 

1 peyre sheetes, ] blankett & Rugg 1
1 Chest, 1 ould blankett and 4 yds
of blanketting 1 1 1 00 

Two blanketts and Thread 14 

A remnant of Canvice 1 

1 Chest, 2 ould Chests 13 

1 peyer of Compasses, 1 peyer of
sheers, 1 Hammer 7 06 

1 Tablj, 1 frame, 1 Chayrc 5 

5 pewter dishes and 10 small peeces 

of pewter all att . 15 co 

9 pewter spcones, 3 Oceamy spoones 6 

1 Tinndrippine pann, 1 brish & 

one Runlett all att 3 

Prickers, Compasses and Lumber 7 

Two peyres of sheetes 1 05 00 

2 bowlsters Cases, 1 pyr of sheeUs 13
2 peyre of Dimitty sheetes 2 

4 pillow bearers att 4 

12 napkines, 1 Table Cloath 14 

6 Course Napkines, 1 Table Cloath 15 

1 \\ utm.ia c pann att 3 06 

26 03 00
00 06 00 

2 files, one Wrest, 1 Hamer, one
fore playne all att 

10 4 00 

3 00 

In ye upper Chamber
2 Corne sives, 3 Meale sives
8 Sackes at 40s, 1 bedsteade,
1 Canvas bed, 1 feather bowlster, 

1 ould blankett, 1 ould rugg 20s 3 

2 saws 16s, 5 syths, 3 seads and
Tackeling att 15 1 1 1 00
8 reape hookes, 4 Howpes att 1 1 

3 bushs of ground Mault att 12
3 bushs of wheate Meale & 1 

bushel of Indian Meale 13 

1 Winnowing sheete, 1 pecke, 1
saddle ould one wth a bridle 13 

3 Tubbes & Some Lumber 5 

3 pecks of Sault & some hopps 1 

8 11 00 





In the Cellar
One Chyrne, 2 Keelers
A Milke Ceene 2 Kellers 

2 beere barrells & some sope
7 yds 1-2 of Course Cayrsey 

3 blanketts 1 pillow ease 

In the Darie
30 younds of butter att
17 Cheeses att 

4 Cheese fatts & covers 6t 30
Trayes att 

5 earthern panns 6 earthern potts
4 small earthern vessells 

1 peyre of scyles 6£ 2 weights 

Tallow Candles & Sugar 

one Cheese presse att 

In Silver 

A servant boy 7 years 3-4 

36 14 7
Debt due to the Estate p. book
or bill 81 2 o 

The Estate is Dr. to severall prsons 

In the whole 24 1 1 6 

p : Edw. Risworth
Roger Playsteade
John Wincoll Apprizers.
Charles Frost doth attest upon oath be-
fore this Court yt this Inventory above
written is a true Aecopt of those particular
goods, Lands & Chattels left by his father
Nic : Frost, lately deseased wch hee, ye sd
Charles gave unto ye apprizers. Taken
this 3d of Uctobr, '63 

p : Edw. Richvvorth, Assotiate.
The Court was held at Wells, Sept. 29,
1663, and^Charles Frost's bond as adminis- 


( )0 1 x > 


15 00 


05 OO 


18 00 

5 ° 6 

1 06 


03 00 




13 07 


00 00 

trator was .£1000. The addition of the
figures in the above inventory make the
estate to value /640 15 7. 


We bring this series of Commemorative
Papers to an end with the Letter and the
Poem of Mr. George W. Frosst of Wash-
ington, D. C, — written in anticipation ot
this day and its exercises. The Letter is
addressed to his relative, Mr. Howard
Furbish : 

June 30, 1897. 

Dear Cousin Howard : It would be im-
possible for you to know, or even think,
how much I regret that my health will not
permit me to mingle with the good people
of Old Eliot, at the Commemoration,
to be held near the old Homestead, —
July 4, 1897. 

When it was announced that the Eliot
Historical Society, and other interested
parties, would observe the Two Hundredth
Anniversary of the Massacre of Major
CHARLES FROST, I indulged the hope
that it was possible for me to be present. 

as i am the oldest living member of the
Frost family who inherited the original
Homestead, I had a great desire to witness
the honor to be given to his memory. 

Since it will be impossible for me to meet
my "kith and kin," I send best wishes for
the great and interesting Day, and the
accompanying Lines, which the occasion
has suggested : — 

"Two Centuries Numbered with the Brave." 


As I aspire in this rude song of mine, 

To make his name in greater lustre shine, 

And though his dust lies slumbering in the grave, 

He left a name unstained, heroic, brave ; 

A name which echoes through the tented past 

Like sound of charge, rung in a bugle's blast. 

4 6 

By heaven 'tis often given to the great, 

To find their day of fame the hour of fate; 

So with the Father of old Eliots sons and daughters, 

Who walked with Death near Old Piscataqua's waters, 

Which still will bear his glory on the tide, 

Till in Eternity their waves subside. 

Fate full of heaven! its mercy and its power, — 

Man made immortal in his mortal hour, — 

So Major Charlks with thee; the hour that wrought 

Thy fame, thy footsteps to the grave hath brought ; 

The same thy closing and thy opening scene, 

But, Oh ! with many a sad, sad year between. 

Thus fate pursued the paths marked out by Fame 

With laggard speed and with misguided aim, 

Till Glory's courses thou hadst gone around, 

And Fate o'erlooked thee where first fame had found ; 

But not until the cycle thou hadst run 

Of all Old Eliot's warriors known beneath the sun. 

And endless thus as the Creator's span, 

Must be the memory of this noble man 

Whose name a calm and steady radiance throws 

On Eliot's early history, like the sun's repose ; 

Two centuries has he slumbered in the grave, 

Two centuries he's been numbered with the Brave ! 

Had I the power I well might pause to scan
The varied years of this heroic man ;
Might follow through his strange heroic life,
Where oft was seen the Indians bloody knife ;
And tell how fields were stained in this fair clime.
By blood and tears, rapacity and crime. 

Where the wild Indian dance or war-whoop rose,
The scene is now of plenty and repose ;
The quiver of the Indian race is empty now,
His bow lies broken underneath the plow ;
And where the wheat fields tustle in the gale,
The vanished Indian scarcely leaves a trail. 

OCT 7-

3 thoughts on “Commemoration of Maj. Charles Frost

  1. This is indeed an interresting read.

    We have a book on the Nicholas Frost family history.

    As you may know (or not) George Washington Frosst (originally spelled as Frost) was also a desdcendant. I an not quite certain how Frost went from Frost to Frosst, but there was a development that started Frosst Pharmaceuticals here in Canada from a Charles E. Frosst at the end of the 19th centuary. He was my great grandfather. He had a son called Eliot S. Frosst who had a son (my father) named Eliot B. Frosst.
    Interestingly enough the whole Frost (Frosst) family had its origins in Normandy France and from what I understand they went to England during the Norman Invasion back in the 12oos and settled in Tiverton, England. There is a Tiverton on Brier Island here in Nova Scotia that has a lot of Frosts and Frossts (but the ones I have spoken to claim that there is no relation and that they were all of whaling origin). Oddly enough I have some old 16th and 17th centurary whale bone and whaling captain pipes that have been in the family for years.

    As you can see, I am also trying to amass Frost and Frosst memorabelia and history.

    Anything one can contribute or lead me in the direction of would be greatly appreciated.

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