| Show train had fine memory the most wonderful instance of memory said bernard I 1 houghton a commercial traveler who has been going down through new england tor fifteen years and who was approached by a writer for this paper at the bos ton tavern last week occurred a few years ago at squantum mass across the harbor from boston A society of commercial drummers called the shutter club had given a banquet at youngs hotel and had in voted george francis train as a guest in the afternoon we all went down to squantum train and a party of us sat on the piazza of the squantum inn and the old man was telling stories about his youth in boston and waltham after his family had been wiped out by yel low fever in new orleans I 1 came down here on a sunday school picnic on the fourth of july said mriln during the after noon the superintendent of the sun day school gave a talk upon old in dian days and showed us youngsters how the savages made their toma haahs with a heavy stone he knocked out a rough indian stone hatchet from a piece of flat rock it seemed a wonderful thing to me and after he had thrown it aside and the boys had done playing with it I 1 ran and picked it up intending to carry it home but not having any pocket in my pantaloons I 1 was eight years old I 1 hid the hatchet in a crack in the rocks down by the shore there that was sixty three years ago I 1 remember that the cleft in the rock or ledge was shaped like a cross of the church do you suppose that you could find the place now someone jokingly asked mr train at that we all laughed and train got up and said come with me and we bill see it it is there we went down over the bank by a the boston city sewerage department buildings and train walked along the shore to a cross shaped crack in the ledge and dug away the accumulated rubbish of years of tides and winds then he stopped and lifted out a little hatchet shaped stone that had been carefully broken out in the shape 0 an indian tomahawk boston jour i nal t d |
