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Not
one
man
who
participated
in
that
terrible
raid
could
ever
be
induced
to
say
a
word
concerning
it
,
and
every
fragment
of
the
vague
data
which
survives
comes
from
those
outside
the
final
fighting
party
.
There
is
something
frightful
in
the
care
with
which
these
actual
raiders
destroyed
each
scrap
which
bore
the
least
allusion
to
the
matter
.
Eight
sailors
had
been
killed
,
but
although
their
bodies
were
not
produced
their
families
were
satisfied
with
the
statement
that
a
clash
with
customs
officers
had
occurred
.
The
same
statement
also
covered
the
numerous
cases
of
wounds
,
all
of
which
were
extensively
bandaged
and
treated
only
by
Dr.
Jabez
Bowen
,
who
had
accompanied
the
party
.
Hardest
to
explain
was
the
nameless
odor
clinging
to
all
the
raiders
,
a
thing
which
was
discussed
for
weeks
.
Of
the
citizen
leaders
,
Capt.
Whipple
and
Moses
Brown
were
most
severely
hurt
,
and
letters
of
their
wives
testify
the
bewilderment
which
their
reticence
and
close
guarding
of
their
bandages
produced
.
Psychologically
every
participant
was
aged
,
sobered
,
and
shaken
.
It
is
fortunate
that
they
were
all
strong
men
of
action
and
simple
,
orthodox
religionists
,
for
with
more
subtle
introspectiveness
and
mental
complexity
they
would
have
fared
ill
indeed
.
President
Manning
was
the
most
disturbed
;
but
even
he
outgrew
the
darkest
shadow
,
and
smothered
memories
in
prayers
.
Every
man
of
those
leaders
had
a
stirring
part
to
play
in
later
years
,
and
it
is
perhaps
fortunate
that
this
is
so
.
Little
more
than
a
twelvemonth
afterward
Capt.
Whipple
led
the
mob
who
burnt
the
revenue
ship
Gaspee
,
and
in
this
bold
act
we
may
trace
one
step
in
the
blotting
out
of
unwholesome
images
.
There
was
delivered
to
the
widow
of
Joseph
Curwen
a
sealed
leaden
coffin
of
curious
design
,
obviously
found
ready
on
the
spot
when
needed
,
in
which
she
was
told
her
husband
's
body
lay
.
He
had
,
it
was
explained
,
been
killed
in
a
customs
battle
about
which
it
was
not
politic
to
give
details
.
More
than
this
no
tongue
ever
uttered
of
Joseph
Curwen
's
end
,
and
Charles
Ward
had
only
a
single
hint
wherewith
to
construct
a
theory
.
This
hint
was
the
merest
thread
--
a
shaky
underscoring
of
a
passage
in
Jedediah
Orne
's
confiscated
letter
to
Curwen
,
as
partly
copied
in
Ezra
Weeden
's
handwriting
.
The
copy
was
found
in
the
possession
of
Smith
's
descendants
;
and
we
are
left
to
decide
whether
Weeden
gave
it
to
his
companion
after
the
end
,
as
a
mute
clue
to
the
abnormality
which
had
occurred
,
or
whether
,
as
is
more
probable
,
Smith
had
it
before
,
and
added
the
underscoring
himself
from
what
he
had
managed
to
extract
from
his
friend
by
shrewd
guessing
and
adroit
cross-questioning
.
The
underlined
passage
is
merely
this
:
I
say
to
you
againe
,
doe
not
call
up
Any
that
you
can
not
put
downe
;
by
the
Which
I
meane
,
Any
that
can
in
Turne
call
up
Somewhat
against
you
,
whereby
your
Powerfullest
Devices
may
not
be
of
use
.
Ask
of
the
Lesser
,
lest
the
Greater
shal
not
wish
to
Answer
,
and
shal
commande
more
than
you
.
In
the
light
of
this
passage
,
and
reflecting
on
what
last
unmentionable
allies
a
beaten
man
might
try
to
summon
in
his
direst
extremity
,
Charles
Ward
may
well
have
wondered
whether
any
citizen
of
Providence
killed
Joseph
Curwen
.
The
deliberate
effacement
of
every
memory
of
the
dead
man
from
Providence
life
and
annals
was
vastly
aided
by
the
influence
of
the
raiding
leaders
.
They
had
not
at
first
meant
to
be
so
thorough
,
and
had
allowed
the
widow
and
her
father
and
child
to
remain
in
ignorance
of
the
true
conditions
;
but
Capt.
Tillinghast
was
an
astute
man
,
and
soon
uncovered
enough
rumors
to
whet
his
horror
and
cause
him
to
demand
that
the
daughter
and
granddaughter
change
their
name
,
burn
the
library
and
all
remaining
papers
,
and
chisel
the
inscription
from
the
slate
slab
above
Joseph
Curwen
's
grave
.
He
knew
Capt.
Whipple
well
,
and
probably
extracted
more
hints
from
that
bluff
mariner
and
anyone
else
ever
gained
respecting
the
end
of
the
accursed
sorcerer
.
From
that
time
on
the
obliteration
of
Curwen
's
memory
became
increasingly
rigid
,
extending
at
last
by
common
consent
even
to
the
town
records
and
files
of
the
Gazette
.
It
can
be
compared
in
spirit
only
to
the
hush
that
lay
on
Oscar
Wilde
's
name
for
a
decade
after
his
disgrace
,
and
in
extent
only
to
the
fate
of
that
sinful
King
of
Runazar
in
Lord
Dunsany
's
tale
,
whom
the
Gods
decided
must
not
only
cease
to
be
,
but
must
cease
ever
to
have
been
.
Mrs.
Tillinghast
,
as
the
widow
became
known
after
1772
,
sold
the
house
in
Olney
Court
and
resided
with
her
father
in
Power
's
Lane
till
her
death
in
1817
The
farm
at
Pawtuxet
,
shunned
by
every
living
soul
,
remained
to
moulder
through
the
years
;
and
seemed
to
decay
with
unaccountable
rapidity
.
By
1780
only
the
stone
and
brickwork
were
standing
,
and
by
1800
even
these
had
fallen
to
shapeless
heaps
.
None
ventured
to
pierce
the
tangled
shrubbery
on
the
river-bank
behind
which
the
hillside
door
may
have
lain
,
nor
did
any
try
to
frame
a
definite
image
of
the
scenes
amidst
which
Joseph
Curwen
departed
from
the
horrors
he
had
wrought
.
Only
robust
old
Capt.
Whipple
was
heard
by
alert
listeners
to
mutter
once
in
a
while
to
himself
,
"
Pox
on
that
--
,
but
he
had
no
business
to
laugh
while
he
screamed
.
'
Twas
as
though
the
damn
'd
--
had
some'at
up
his
sleeve
.
For
half
a
crown
I
'd
burn
his
--
home
.
'
