CHAPTER III.

In maritime towns, at a season of the year when there is no inducement

for them to wander into the fields, boys who have nothing else to do, on

play-days, are very apt to lounge, more or less, on the wharves and in

the Market Place. When quite a youngster, I witnessed a scene on the spot

last named, the incidents of which are as vivid in my memory as at the

moment when they occurred, more than half a century ago. Though the

commerce of our town had very materially declined from its former

condition of wonderful activity and enterprise, it was still kept up with

considerable semblance of its former spirit, and, besides our native

vessels, a foreign ship occasionally sailed up our beautiful river. A few

miles beyond the stream, in the neighboring State, dwelt a population

chiefly agricultural, a portion of which, pursuing the avocation of

small farmers and fishermen, alternately, for they were directly on the

borders of the sea and somewhat isolated in their position, besides, were

certainly a little wild in character and habits; though I am told that

great improvement among them, in these respects, has taken place of later

years. We called them "Algerines," from which epithet, more opprobrious

than probably just, our estimate of their pretensions to civilization may

be inferred. It was the practice of these people to bring their fish in

whale-boats to our market, which was the nearest to their homes, and to

dispose of this fruit of their often perilous labors either for money, or

for such commodities as they required. I was standing, one afternoon,

near a group of foreign sailors, believed to be Spaniards, with the

natural curiosity of a boy, and rough-looking specimens of humanity they

certainly were. It seemed that they had fallen into dispute with the

crew, some three or four men, of an Algerine boat, and though the

language on one side and the other was altogether unintelligible to the

parties, the tones were uncommonly high. Doubtless, the Spaniards were

resenting some insult offered by the Algerines,--prompted by that sort of

jealousy and dislike with which the lower classes of English blood have

been in the habit of regarding those of other nationalities. The quarrel

seemed especially at its height between one of the Spanish crew and a

young man of remarkable stature in coarse seaman's dress, with a great

bush of long yellow locks hanging over the collar of his jacket, whose

name it appeared was Souter. The Spanish champion had drawn an ugly

looking knife, from which unfamiliar weapon, flourished so near his

person, the Algerine instinctively flinched. At this critical moment, the

patriarch of the Yankee crew, a tall, gaunt old man, with grizzled hair,

stepped into the arena, and, seizing the foreigner by the collar, cried

out,--"Now I'll bet Tom Souter" (pronounced Saouter) "could take this

'ere fellow right here by the collar and shake every g---- right aout of

him,"--using a more vulgar phrase, and suiting the action to the word so

vigorously that the reeling and astounded Spaniard was glad enough to

relinquish the field and to slink away crestfallen with his companions.

As a further illustration of the ways of our neighbors, I will give one

more anecdote of an affair which occurred years afterwards. Not far from

the hamlet of our friends, the Algerines, but within the borders of

Massachusetts, was another settlement, on the outskirts of a thriving

village, the male inhabitants of which also followed the calling of small

farmers and fishermen, some of them diversifying these pursuits by the

occupation of shoemaking, at the ungenial season of the year. They were

industrious, and far less rude than their compatriots, to whom reference

has just been made. At this point lived three young men, hard by each

other, and brothers, of the name, I will say, of Lowe. One day a tall and

respectable looking old gentleman called upon the writer of this history,

announcing himself as Colonel Lowe, and the father of the three young men

in question. He had formerly commanded, it seems, a regiment of militia,

and had a sort of semi-military bearing. He was now in great agitation

and distress, occasioned by some trouble in which his sons were involved,

through forcible resistance to the civil authorities of the Commonwealth,

and he required the professional services of the writer for their

defence. He justly regarded it as a case likely to lead to very serious

consequences, and particularly dreaded for the young men the disgraceful

punishment of the State Prison. It was a case to elicit every degree of

sympathy for the worthy Colonel, and to prompt every effort for his

relief. The facts, as they appeared at the trial before the Court of

Common Pleas, were quite picturesque. A constable had appeared with an

execution against one of the young Lowes, in the matter of a claim which

he disputed as unjust; but without giving the peace-officer opportunity

to discharge his duty, he was driven from the ground by the trio, in

mortal terror of his life. The execution of the process was then

undertaken by a somewhat fantastic country deputy sheriff; who was

ordered off as he attempted to approach the parties in defence, and

between them and the officer there was a good deal of raillery, which had

an important bearing upon the final result of the trial. At length, the

elder brother Lowe drew a line with a stick across the road and defied

the officer to pass it, which he declined to do, but at once made good

his retreat, smothering his indignation at such a rebuff, until he could

give it vent in more safety than the existing circumstances warranted.

Such reckless conduct was not to be endured, and no doubt the deputy was

laughed at by his neighbors for his failure to carry his purpose into

effect. The majesty of the Commonwealth had been insulted in his official

person, and he determined to summon a _posse comitatus_, to vindicate the

power and dignity of the law. Stories in the country, especially those

involving any extraordinary incidents, sometimes fly faster than in town,

and accordingly these young rebels forewarned, no doubt, of the peril in

prospect, prepared themselves, as well as they could, to resist the more

formidable invasion presently to be expected. Before daylight, one

morning, the mustered force of some twenty men, variously armed, led by

the valiant sheriff's officer, cautiously drew near the premises, in the

hope of catching the culprits asleep. The brothers were too quick for

their visitors, however, and evidently having been on the watch had

retreated to a barn, securely fastening the door, and awaited the

approach of the enemy. They had with them certain weapons, which were

exhibited in the court, consisting of ancient rusty halberds and

spontoons, probably borne in turn by their gallant father, in his several

gradations of military service. As they were summoned to surrender, a

musket was discharged out of a window of the barn, over the heads of the

assailants, occasioning considerable confusion in their line. Assuming

courage, at length, axes and crowbars were brought into requisition, and

the door was forced. As the attacking party entered, however, the Lowes

let down the stairs leading to the story above a heavy broad cart-wheel,

and as it bounded clattering towards the floor below, the assailants fled

out of doors in a panic, and taking advantage of their disorder, the

Lowes, disregarding the vast disproportion of numbers, rushed upon them,

and a regular mêleé began. It is thought, that the smaller party would

have been victorious, but for an ugly blow on the head of the youngest

brother, which felled and disabled him; whereupon his associates escaped

unmolested and he was taken helpless into the house, where he remained

until the time of the trial. Of course, the jury found him guilty, for

the facts of the case were patent; but it was taken up, by exceptions to

the ruling of the Judge, into the Supreme Court, in which, though it

would be irreverent to intimate that the justices entered at all into the

humor of such a Donnybrook Fair sort of scrimmage, yet, after argument,

and it is presumed in consideration of some provocation on the part of

the sheriff's deputy, especially the needlessly warlike and really

ridiculous aspect he impressed on the affair, leading the young men to

look upon it rather as an invitation to play their part, than as a

serious purpose to violate the law, the sentence imposed was only a few

months' imprisonment in the common jail. The prosecution was never

enforced against the brothers, and never was more lively gratitude

displayed, than at the escape of the convicted culprit from sentence to

the ignominious seclusion of the State Prison.

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