HARMONY

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Bainbridge NY, Broome County NY, Colesville NY, Harmony Pennsylvania, Joseph Smith, Mormon Beginnings, Reverend Peck, Scranton, Susquehanna Pennsylvania, Susquehanna River

Remember when we were looking at the Starucca Viaduct; that manmade wonder of the world?

The small town of Harmony is a short walk from the viaduct.

When discussing the viaduct I mentioned Joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon religion. There is a lot of common information about Joseph Smith in Palmyra, New York and Ohio and Missouri and his followers in Utah.

HOWEVER – – –

There is little common knowledge about his life in Harmony, Pennsylvania.

Oh – – – I don’t mean that the Mormons have little knowledge about their leader when he was in Harmony. What I mean is that most of us non-Mormons know little about this part of his life.

Like in Ohio and Missouri, Josesph Smith was under scrutiny and attack, jailed and not understood.

For example, here is some second hand and very aged information from a Christian minister.

 

 

The good reverend Peck doesn’t sound too Christian too me.

However Joseph Smith related, “my wife’s father’s family were very much opposed to our being married. I  was therefore, under the necessity of taking her elsewhere” 

Isaac (Jesse) Hale reported that while he was absent from home Joseph “carried off my daughter, into the state of New York, where they were married without my approbation or consent.”

Peter Ingersoll, a neighbor of the Smiths, was hired to take Joseph and Emma back to Pennsylvania in his wagon. Peter said that as they drove into the yard, Father Hale came out in an agitated state and amidst a “flood of tears” confronted Joseph for having “carried away” his daughter. However, Isaac asked Joseph to move to Harmony and said he “would assist him getting into business.”

Harmony is a rural township on the Great Bend of the Susquehanna River. Great Bend is where the  river takes a dip out of New York State and into Pennsylvania before returning back up north for another fifty miles. Then it returns to Pennsylvania for most of the remainder of its life.

 

And then it dies in the Chesapeake Bay

Joseph Smith found himself in trouble with mobs; not in Harmony but when he decided to visit his northern neighbors in New York.

Following a conference of the Church, Joseph Smith, his wife Emma, and others visited the farm of Joseph Knight of Colesville, New York. A number of converts applied for baptism at that time. A dam was made on the stream coming out of Pickerel Pond. However, their enemies tried to intervene by breaking down the dam. But the “font” was reconstructed and the baptisms carried out.

As the baptisms were concluded, they were greeted by a hostile crowd. When they were leaving the water they were met by many of Knight’s neighbors. 

Before Joseph Smith could “confirm” his followers he was taken by officers to Chenango County in South Bainbridge, New York for trial. He was accused of asserting that the Book of Mormon was a revelation from God.

Joseph Knight employed two lawyers, James Davidson and John Reid, to plead for Smith. They cleared Joseph Smith of any wrongdoing.

 Before Joseph Smith was able to return to Knight’s farm he was taken again, to be tried in Broome Co. at Colesville. Knight employed the same lawyers who cleared him again. And that is the story that tells where Joseph Smith’s troubles began; in Harmony.

Ironic, right?

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #52 McFee

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9/11, Barclay, Borges, Bradford, Brown's Landing, Buffalo, Gouldie, Hudson, Immigrant, Indentured Servtitude, Ireland, Irish, Jay Gould, Scranton

I know, I know. You are right. I should have addressed this long ago.

I identified parts of Bogdan Yelcovich’s life in the Immigrant.

I also told you a bit about me in the Scranton railroad yard.

And I discussed people such as Borges, Hudson, Gould, and cities such as Bradford and Buffalo; and even places such as Brown’s Landing.

Not to mention Henryville where we visited his Uncle Eppy and Aunt Polly.

So now we must talk about Jim McFee; the third member of the “Three Railroad Men.”

Come, come now. You know who they are.

Bogdan Yelcovich, Jim McFee and myself; Wally.

Now Jim McFee does not have as much written history as some of the above subjects, but he does have a background.

First we need to straighten out some misconceptions. The name McFee likes to be claimed by the Scots. However, forty percent of the McFees are Irish – – – and that is what we should discuss today.

Another misconception was that all the Irish immigrated here during the great famine of 1845 to 1852. Not so.

Well – – – not necessarily so. Although a lot of them did migrate to Canada before the famine. Canada could not handle the large influx so they departed and headed for the United States.

Nova Scotia in particular had a great influx of people from the southern Irish counties of Wexford, Waterford, Kilkenny, Tipperary, Cork and Kerry. They arrived in Halifax and Pictou. Some lesser numbers landed at the Gulf of Canso, Sydney, Yarmouth and other ports.

How do I reach the conclusion that there were great migrations before the famine?

Every governmental study of Ireland that was done in the early 1800’s said that Ireland was on the verge of collapse.

Unemployment was high, productivity was low, and the potato crop was the singular thing keeping famine from the doorstep.

The Irish were not ignorant of these facts – – – and a lot of them immigrated before the great famine; leaving their beautiful land behind.

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Just check out the origins of the people in the cemetery at Barclay.

Some of those even returned to the province of Nova Scotia in Canada.

They populated the working force that worked on our canals and slaved as household servants.

Take a look at any census report from the early 1800’s and see who was doing the heavy lifting and drudgery. Look to see who the indentured servants were. Then look at the column that states their country of origin.
 
They left an impact on all aspects of our past:

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And, I am sure, they will continue to sacrifice in whatever the future deals to this great country.

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©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #23 WHITE STAR LINE

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Charles Burroughs, Dante Alighieri, Dante Society, Guido Guinizelli, Harvard University, Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, Lewis Freeman Mott, Scranton, Steamships, The Crisis, The Divine Comedy, Virgil, White Star Line

It was one of the few times I returned to New York City.

The reason was not my doing. And it wasn’t Bogdan Yelcovich’s either; well, not directly.

However, I was introduced to a different part of the world than I am used to.

No, I am not speaking of my wanderlust. I am speaking of a steamship passenger.

Word got out that I was heading to New York City.  There were two ladies, one from Scranton and another from Binghamton, who desperately needed to get their letters to that passenger. All I could imagine was some sort of tryst.

But that was not the case. It appears that this special passenger, once aboard the ship, was no longer able to receive mail. Whatever he would receive required hand-carried delivery.

That was my task.

The gentleman who I was to deliver the letters to was Lewis Freeman Mott.

I am not at liberty to say who the two ladies were.

Now this Mott fellow was happily married so that ruled out the tryst. It appears as though he was very important in the “Dante Society.”

Mott, being an influential fellow on the subject, was going to make a presentation in Italy on Dante Alighieri’s famous piece of literature; “The Divine Comedy.”

Mott was also prepared to give additional presentations. These presentations would be on the work of the two ladies; from Scranton and Binghamton respectively.

The emergency delivery was for their most recent updates to their work. They wanted Mott to have perfect manuscripts to present from.

It seems (at least to me) as though everyone and his brother had previously visited the topic; but what do I know.

All this was pretty hot stuff.

Or if they had not commented – – – then they were mentioned in the works.

However, Mott had written a short treatise on the subject that was hot off the presses.

A copy was given to Harvard.

Mott was a professor who gave the underdog a chance to be heard.

Bourroughs was cited in various magazines.

So I personally delivered the letters to Professor Mott. He thanked me and offered me some currency but I had to refuse.

My payment had already been made when I was introduced to this new part of the world.

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #22 APALACHICOLA

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Alligators, Cotton Mouth Moccasins, Erie Canal, George Raney, Oyster Fishermen, Scranton, Shrimpers, Snapping Turtles, Spiders, Spongers, Syracuse NY, Thomas Ormon

Hell, I was almost  to Apalachicola, Florida when I was in Savannah.

Why not take another day to visit there?  I had heard so much about the fishing, both finned and shelled. And hunting – – –  it was outstanding. I thought I may wish to settle there someday.

So I scouted the place out.

Of course the first place I headed for were the fishing wharfs.

The fellows on this boat were quite friendly. I asked them how they shrimped.

They said they “oystered” most of the time. The shrimp and sponges were getting scarce. Then they gave me a demonstration with their rakes.

I asked if I could go out with the oyster pickers the next day. They said “NO!”.

It was supposed to storm and they were not going out.

They normally raked the bay at the end of the river. The bay was shallow and when a storm came up the waves were horrendous.

This is the sponge exchange in downtown Apalachicola.

One of the fellows that sold sponges said that Apalachicola was previously known as a trading post called Cottonton.

Cottonton grew because of the bay and the river. On the other side of the river was a great forestland full of deer, turkeys and bears.

One fellow from the oyster boat said he was going hunting in the forest across the river because he could not fish. Asked me if I wanted to tag along.

I jumped at the chance.

Besides turkeys, deer and bears I saw a cotton-mouth moccasin, an alligator, a snapping turtle and some the largest spiders I had ever seen.

I hate spiders!

This home was constructed in 1830 by George Raney

There were some big old estates built in Apalachicola.

Then the north won the battle – – – and the town – – – with large ships.

The civil war ended but the port kept on growing.

Apalachicola grew fast and became third busiest port in the Gulf of Mexico.

The port created wealth and a diverse population, building the foundation for a great city.

Thomas Ormon is credited with carving a large portion of the city out of wilderness.

The Ormon House was built partly in Syracuse, New York and shipped to Apalachicola. Then the parts were assembled here.

I wonder if it followed the same route as I did? I bet not. Probably took the Erie Canal from Syracuse to the Hudson River and then down to New York City. The remainder was probably on the ocean.

The original blueprints for Apalachicola were modeled after Philadelphia.

In 1831, the town changed its name. The change was made to recognize the Apalachicola Tribe.

The name of the tribe meant “Those on the other side of the river.”

But somehow, and don’t ask me why, I think Apalachicola will be famous far into the future – – – or
                              – – – possibly – – –

                                                            just a little into the future.

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #21 SAVANNAH

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Banjo, Hank Williams the Elder, In The Pines, Luke the Drifter, Ol' Hannah, Queenie, Royal, Savannah, Scranton

Holy cow. Was that a long trip.

It was a good thing that the Scranton Railroad Yard allowed me to take off for three weeks.

Without pay of course.

Bogdan mapped out the route for me to take from Scranton to Savannah, Georgia. It involved railroads, rivers and canals – – –  and a few miles of riding on a buckboard.

I will show the route to you someday.

Right now I can’t wait to tell you about a family I met and what they taught me.

I had a great time.

That is Royal, his wife Queenie and their ten children.

Queenie is holding the youngest one they call Child. The two older ones on the right are named King and Sarah. The little guy with the tie standing in front of Sarah is Edward. To the left of Sarah are Emily and Gale. The little guy to the left of Gale is Ben and the little girl to the left of Ben is Kitt. Standing next to her father is his favorite; Cheeney. Now, and finally, can you see that little head between Cheeney and baby Child? That is Quiet. She is very bashful.

Royal built that home himself. It was so perfectly done I had to look closer. My bricklaying background kicked in when I saw the chimney.

I was a little nervy by knocking on the door and asking who built the home. When Royal told me he built the home I just had to learn some of his secrets of bricklaying; which obviously, he had a few.

It was a Saturday. When we finished discussing the finer points of bricklaying Royal asked me to come back on Sunday. He said that Queenie was having a birthday party for King and they would like to have me stop for some treats.

So I did; and had a great time.

Royal played an instrument that he made with his own hands. He made it out of an old tin tea box that someone had thrown out.

I wish you could have heard Royal play that old hunk of wood with the tea cabinet attached. He was absolutely amazing.






Now here is a guy that works with his hands laying up bricks and still has the sensitivity to not only make a banjo but play it well also.




 Amazing!








So I asked him to play me his favorite song.






He told me he can’t play a song – – – he can only play me a story.










And this was his story.

We sat there most of the day with Royal playing stories and Queenie silently weeping. I could see the tears running down her cheeks.

The older boy looked away – – – not in embarrassment – – – but more afraid that he was going to cry after seeing his mother cry.

Royal told another story I liked particularly well. It was sort of a wanderlust song but had that part about humble people just trying to make a go of it. They were stuck doing their work in the cold forest. However, their hearts, minds and imaginations traveled along the rails.

I don’t think Royal knew it but there was a white man, yet to be born, who would catch the hearts of many other white men. He wasn’t going to catch them with tricks or anything else. He was going to catch them with the clear logic of the black man.

As I was walking past that black church in Savannah I just had to write everything down that I heard the preacher say. It was all so clear.

I think that the “yet to be born” white story teller will do justice to the preacher’s words.

Well, that is all I can say.

I am starting to feel a little like Queenie’s older boy; weepy.

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #19 DANVILLE

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Canal System, Gomer Thomas, Hanging Rock, moose, Pennsylvania, Scranton, Susquehanna River, Waldorf Phillips

What a great view.

They call this “Hanging Rock.”  I wonder why.

It is in Danville, Pennsylvania.

However, the area between the river and the cliff is a little narrow for a roadway, a railroad and a canal.

I met the man who took this picture. He said it is going to be placed in the United States Library of Congress.

I hope so.

The hanging rock may puzzle some but I have seen this type thing happen before. It is the “natural progression of progress” – – – if I may use that phrase.

First the rivers were used by rafters to ship produce from rural areas to places like Baltimore and Philadelphia.

It happened on the Susquehanna River, which by the way is the river in the picture, and on the Delaware River – – – just to name two.

Then the canal systems were built. What better place to get water from than the small streams that ran into the rivers. Besides – – – it was already surveyed by God and deemed to be the most level place to build a canal.

Right on their tails were the railroads. So the railroads had to build next to the canals. They did not want to go uphill and downhill either. But there were existing roads in those locations.

So the railroad companies had to blast new roadways for the carriages. And they were not about to go the extra mile. So they blasted just enough for the carriages to pass.

Oh yes – – – how did I get here in Danville, Pennsylvania?

It was Jim McFee again. His relatives had come here from Ireland and built the canals. Some of them stayed in the area to work in the iron works.

See that fellow in the wagon? He is hauling iron ore down to the iron works.

It is that factory down there in the valley.

So Jim’s Uncle Eppy – – – from Henryville – – – sent him this map.  He wanted to show Jim how he was supposed to use the river and the canal system to get to Danville to visit his relatives.

See how the canal followed the Susquehanna River from New York all the way to Northumberland?

Danville is only fifteen miles from Northumberland. Uncle Eppy made it look a little closer to Scranton. Maybe he was trying to make the trip look a little easier than it was.

Anyway, we made the trip to Nanticoke by raft, then hopped on a canal boat just to see what that was all about. The canal boat took us right to the boat basin in downtown Danville.

We had a good time downtown. There were a lot of pretty girls there. I think I will return by myself some day.

Oh – – – I almost forgot to tell you. Guess who I met while I was standing on the bridge going over the canal. Give up?  Gomer Thomas!

Yes – – – that Gomer Thomas. I wanted to meet Waldorf Phillips but Gomer told me he had another engagement in Baltimore.

It wasn’t a big trip. You can take the river or a railroad to get to Baltimore. Gomer gave me this fancy cover page – –  – and the following second page of his and Waldorf’s music.

He must have been thrilled that I recognized him right off.

I had seen a woodcut of him on the Opera House in Scranton. It was a very good likeness.

Gomer took us to see the new bridge that they had just built across the Susquehanna River.

We left Danville and headed back to Scranton after a day or two. Jim had sort of a falling out with his relatives. They sure were not any Uncle Eppy or Aunt Polly.


On the canal ride back we saw a moose in the woods – – –

– – – and several beautiful waterfalls.

It was a nice trip back but Jim was very moody.

With good reason.

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #18 PURE SCIENCE

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Dancing Bears, Glass Coffin, Letter to the Editor, Prince Radziwill, Scientific American, Scranton, Steam Ship, Steamship Cambria, Wilber and Orville, Wright Brothers

I love to read scientific magazines.

You can learn so much about windlasses, gears, brakes, steam engines, Mr. Howes Incredible Sewing Machine and so on and so forth.

So let us get on with the learning of science.

They have me wondering. How is this glass coffin working out? 

Do the relatives sit around with their guarantees of “slow decomposition.”

If so, do they have a lawyer at hand in case things don’t work out too well? 

Or possibly these coffins are only for those who “lay in state” whatever that means.

In either situation, I would keep a case of incense at hand.

That is not the woodcut of the steamship “Cambria”, it is a schooner.

Sheeeesh.

Now this Henry fellow, the one “who lately attempted to shoot the King of France,”

Was he late in his attempt or was this a recent attempt? And what the heck are the galleys?

Does he have to work in a kitchen or does he have to remain chained to a bench and row one of those boats for the remainder of his life?

That Prince Radziwill – – – he is such a cut-up.

And “four girls of uncommon beauty.”

Sounds like the Deutsche concept of ‘polymorphously perverse’ didn’t have much over the prince.

 The above is just beyond ridiculous so I will hold my comments.

And weren’t we all just dying to hear our good correspondent from Providence, Rhode Island expound on the size of an eagle’s wings?

Well – – – so much for “pure” science.

At least we got some from Orville and Wilber.

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #17 HENRYVILLE

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Henryville, Henryville RR Station, Making Soap, Pocono Mountains, Scranton

There we stood – – – beside the rails.

I looked at Bogdan Yelcovich and he looked at me and then we both looked at Jim McFee.

You remember Bogdan from Russia and Jim from Knoxville, Tennessee don’t you?

Jim asked “Well what are you two goons looking at?”

“You” we said in unison. “What the heck are we going to do here in Henryville on a Friday night?” I continued on.

Jim looked at me and shrugged his shoulders as if to say “I have no idea.”

You see, the three of us had just taken a train for a fifty mile trip from Scranton to Henryville; all on Jim McFee’s word that we would have a good time. He said he had family there.

So we asked the man at the station where the McFees lived. He gave us good directions and then smiled. It was not a friendly smile – – – it was more of a “I know something that you don’t know” smile.
 
Well, it was a heck of a walk. When we got there Jims Uncle Eppy and Aunt Polly were doing chores.

Uncle Eppy had fire going and Aunt Polly was making soap.

When they saw Jim they immediately dropped what they were doing and ran over to him. Jim got hugged like no man ever got hugged.

We said we did not wish to interrupt them so they asked us to stay and watch. It was an interesting experience. I had never seen anyone make soap before. Bogdan said he used to make soap when he lived in Russia or Eastern Europe or wherever he lived before Scranton and the Isthmus of Darien.

Uncle Eppy and Aunt Polly made us promise to stay for supper and then they would  put us up overnight. Real nice people. 

The next morning Jim’s Uncle Eppy gave us some fishing poles and took us trout fishing. We had a good time on the stream. I was surprised to see so many couples walking across the footbridge.

Uncle Eppy said that we were close to some big hotels in the Pocono Mountains. That was the reason for all these people. Lots of vacationers.

I am glad that they were all dressed up and not fishing. That left a lot of fish for us to catch. Aunt Polly cooked them up for us that night. She made some fish-head soup for us to eat the next day, before we caught the train back to Scranton.

We slept well in the fresh Pocono air. Aunt Polly fixed us breakfast; bacon and fresh eggs from the coop. Uncle Eppy had walked over to the next farm and brought back home-made butter.

That was the best breakfast I ever had. Especially with that fresh butter on Aunt Polly’s sourdough bread. MMMmmm.

We took another walk to see more of the stream. We didn’t fish but we did see a bear. That was a little frightening. Everyone was excited to tell Aunt Polly about the bear. She listened courteously but I think she had seen a bear before.

We had our fish-head soup, which was delicious, and caught our train back to Scranton. Aunt Polly Sent us a postcard about two months later.

She was so nice.

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #13 HARMONY

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Harmony Pennsylvania, Joseph Smith, Mormon Beginnings, Reverend Peck, Scranton, Susquehanna Pennsylvania, Susquehanna River

Remember when we were looking at the Starucca Viaduct; that manmade wonder of the world?

The small town of Harmony is a short walk from the viaduct.

When discussing the viaduct I mentioned Joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon religion. There is a lot of common information about Joseph Smith in Palmyra, New York and Ohio and Missouri and his followers in Utah.

HOWEVER – – –

There is little common knowledge about his life in Harmony, Pennsylvania.

Oh – – – I don’t mean that the Mormons have little knowledge about their leader when he was in Harmony. What I mean is that most of us non-Mormons know little about this part of his life.

Like in Ohio and Missouri, Josesph Smith was under scrutiny and attack, jailed and not understood.

For example, here is some second hand and very aged information from a Christian minister.

The good reverend Peck doesn’t sound too Christian too me.

However Joseph Smith related, “my wife’s father’s family were very much opposed to our being married. I  was therefore, under the necessity of taking her elsewhere” 

Isaac Hale reported that while he was absent from home Joseph “carried off my daughter, into the state of New York, where they were married without my approbation or consent.”

Peter Ingersoll, a neighbor of the Smiths, was hired to take Joseph and Emma back to Pennsylvania in his wagon. Peter said that as they drove into the yard, Father Hale came out in an agitated state and amidst a “flood of tears” confronted Joseph for having “carried away” his daughter. However, Isaac asked Joseph to move to Harmony and said he “would assist him getting into business.”

Harmony is a rural township on the Great Bend of the Susquehanna River. Great Bend is where the  river takes a dip out of New York State and into Pennsylvania before returning back up north for another fifty miles. Then it returns to Pennsylvania for most of the remainder of its life.

Joseph Smith found himself in trouble with mobs; not in Harmony but when he decided to visit his northern neighbors in New York.

Following a conference of the Church, Joseph Smith, his wife Emma, and others visited the farm of Joseph Knight of Colesville, New York. A number of converts applied for baptism at that time. A dam was made on the stream coming out of Pickerel Pond. However, their enemies tried to intervene by breaking down the dam. But the “font” was reconstructed and the baptisms carried out.

As the baptisms were concluded, they were greeted by a hostile crowd. When they were leaving the water they were met by many of Knight’s neighbors. 

Before Joseph Smith could “confirm” his followers he was taken by officers to Chenango County in South Bainbridge, New York for trial. He was accused of asserting that the Book of Mormon was a revelation from God.

Joseph Knight employed two lawyers, James Davidson and John Reid, to plead for Smith. They cleared Joseph Smith of any wrongdoing.

 Before Joseph Smith was able to return to Knight’s farm he was taken again, to be tried in Broome Co. at Colesville. Knight employed the same lawyers who cleared him again. And that is the story that tells where Joseph Smith’s troubles began; in Harmony.

Ironic.

©W. Tomosky♠

AS I WANDERED #12 THE IMMIGRANT

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Bogdan, Cortez, Darien, dye wood, King Nicholas, Russia, Scranton

As I have said before – – – I was not too sure where Bogdan Yelcovich was from or what his background was – – – other than he was one heck of a knowledgeable fellow.

I could not stand it any longer.

So one day  I just out and out asked him “Bogdan, where the hell did you come from?”

And he told me the most interesting story.

It seems as though he was a carriage-man on the royal payroll of Aleksandr II Nikolaevich, aka Alexander II of Russia, aka Emperor of Russia, aka Alexander the Liberator.

That would translate to Russian Tsar for most of us.

Bogdan informed me that he was one of several Cossack carriage-men with the king when Alexander was assassinated.

Bogdan had somehow escaped but was forever fearful for his life. That is why he would never say where he was really from.

“So how did you end up in Scranton?” I asked him.

Bogdan told me that through his Cossack network he was able to get to Spain and then to Cartagena, Columbia. He spent his days there hiding and working as a laborer in the Darien Strait. Of course I had no idea what the Darien Strait was so Bogdan informed me. He even had an old map of the area.

“It is a thin piece of land between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. The indigenous people there still referred to the Atlantic as the North Sea and the Pacific as the South Sea. As a laborer I cut dye-woods from the swamps.”

I asked him what dye-wood was. Bogdan said it grew only in the swamps of the isthmus at Darien. The wood was pulpy and of a dark purple color. The world over wanted that wood and it was very valuable. He also told me he was covered with water leaches at the end of each cutting. The workers would have to use burning sticks to force the leaches to release their hold.

“Is that why you avoided Brown’s Landing in Florida?” I asked him.

Bogdan’s reply was terse, “Exactly.”

“So how did you find your way here?” I repeated my question.

He said “I had enough money for passage to New York city. It was such a magical place – – –

– – – for a while – – -.

Bogdan continued “Then I saw the misery of the immigrants and I heard about the coal mines here. It was an easy decision to leave New York City.”

I said “I am glad you came here Bogdan. You have turned out to be a good friend.”

“As are you” he answered, “as are you.”

©W. Tomosky♠