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He
followed
his
business
industriously
for
many
years
,
acquired
a
competence
,
and
in
the
latter
part
of
his
life
attained
to
a
dignified
station
in
the
church
,
being
remembered
in
records
and
traditions
as
Deacon
Drowne
,
the
carver
.
One
of
his
productions
,
an
Indian
chief
,
gilded
all
over
,
stood
during
the
better
part
of
a
century
on
the
cupola
of
the
Province
House
,
bedazzling
the
eyes
of
those
who
looked
upward
,
like
an
angel
of
the
sun
.
Another
work
of
the
good
deacon
’
s
hand
—
a
reduced
likeness
of
his
friend
Captain
Hunnewell
,
holding
a
telescope
and
quadrant
—
may
be
seen
to
this
day
,
at
the
corner
of
Broad
and
State
streets
,
serving
in
the
useful
capacity
of
sign
to
the
shop
of
a
nautical
instrument
maker
.
We
know
not
how
to
account
for
the
inferiority
of
this
quaint
old
figure
,
as
compared
with
the
recorded
excellence
of
the
Oaken
Lady
,
unless
on
the
supposition
that
in
every
human
spirit
there
is
imagination
,
sensibility
,
creative
power
,
genius
,
which
,
according
to
circumstances
,
may
either
be
developed
in
this
world
,
or
shrouded
in
a
mask
of
dulness
until
another
state
of
being
.
To
our
friend
Drowne
there
came
a
brief
season
of
excitement
,
kindled
by
love
.
It
rendered
him
a
genius
for
that
one
occasion
,
but
,
quenched
in
disappointment
,
left
him
again
the
mechanical
carver
in
wood
,
without
the
power
even
of
appreciating
the
work
that
his
own
hands
had
wrought
Yet
who
can
doubt
that
the
very
highest
state
to
which
a
human
spirit
can
attain
,
in
its
loftiest
aspirations
,
is
its
truest
and
most
natural
state
,
and
that
Drowne
was
more
consistent
with
himself
when
he
wrought
the
admirable
figure
of
the
mysterious
lady
,
than
when
he
perpetrated
a
whole
progeny
of
blockheads
?
There
was
a
rumor
in
Boston
,
about
this
period
,
that
a
young
Portuguese
lady
of
rank
,
on
some
occasion
of
political
or
domestic
disquietude
,
had
fled
from
her
home
in
Fayal
and
put
herself
under
the
protection
of
Captain
Hunnewell
,
on
board
of
whose
vessel
,
and
at
whose
residence
,
she
was
sheltered
until
a
change
of
affairs
.
This
fair
stranger
must
have
been
the
original
of
Drowne
’
s
Wooden
Image
.
One
of
the
few
incidents
of
Indian
warfare
naturally
susceptible
of
the
moonlight
of
romance
was
that
expedition
undertaken
for
the
defence
of
the
frontiers
in
the
year
1725
,
which
resulted
in
the
well
-
remembered
"
Lovell
’
s
Fight
.
"
Imagination
,
by
casting
certain
circumstances
judicially
into
the
shade
,
may
see
much
to
admire
in
the
heroism
of
a
little
band
who
gave
battle
to
twice
their
number
in
the
heart
of
the
enemy
’
s
country
.
The
open
bravery
displayed
by
both
parties
was
in
accordance
with
civilized
ideas
of
valor
;
and
chivalry
itself
might
not
blush
to
record
the
deeds
of
one
or
two
individuals
.
The
battle
,
though
so
fatal
to
those
who
fought
,
was
not
unfortunate
in
its
consequences
to
the
country
;
for
it
broke
the
strength
of
a
tribe
and
conduced
to
the
peace
which
subsisted
during
several
ensuing
years
.
History
and
tradition
are
unusually
minute
in
their
memorials
of
their
affair
;
and
the
captain
of
a
scouting
party
of
frontier
men
has
acquired
as
actual
a
military
renown
as
many
a
victorious
leader
of
thousands
.
Some
of
the
incidents
contained
in
the
following
pages
will
be
recognized
,
notwithstanding
the
substitution
of
fictitious
names
,
by
such
as
have
heard
,
from
old
men
’
s
lips
,
the
fate
of
the
few
combatants
who
were
in
a
condition
to
retreat
after
"
Lovell
’
s
Fight
.
"
The
early
sunbeams
hovered
cheerfully
upon
the
tree
-
tops
,
beneath
which
two
weary
and
wounded
men
had
stretched
their
limbs
the
night
before
.
Their
bed
of
withered
oak
leaves
was
strewn
upon
the
small
level
space
,
at
the
foot
of
a
rock
,
situated
near
the
summit
of
one
of
the
gentle
swells
by
which
the
face
of
the
country
is
there
diversified
.
The
mass
of
granite
,
rearing
its
smooth
,
flat
surface
fifteen
or
twenty
feet
above
their
heads
,
was
not
unlike
a
gigantic
gravestone
,
upon
which
the
veins
seemed
to
form
an
inscription
in
forgotten
characters
.
On
a
tract
of
several
acres
around
this
rock
,
oaks
and
other
hard
-
wood
trees
had
supplied
the
place
of
the
pines
,
which
were
the
usual
growth
of
the
land
;
and
a
young
and
vigorous
sapling
stood
close
beside
the
travellers
.
The
severe
wound
of
the
elder
man
had
probably
deprived
him
of
sleep
;
for
,
so
soon
as
the
first
ray
of
sunshine
rested
on
the
top
of
the
highest
tree
,
he
reared
himself
painfully
from
his
recumbent
posture
and
sat
erect
.
The
deep
lines
of
his
countenance
and
the
scattered
gray
of
his
hair
marked
him
as
past
the
middle
age
;
but
his
muscular
frame
would
,
but
for
the
effect
of
his
wound
,
have
been
as
capable
of
sustaining
fatigue
as
in
the
early
vigor
of
life
.
Languor
and
exhaustion
now
sat
upon
his
haggard
features
;
and
the
despairing
glance
which
he
sent
forward
through
the
depths
of
the
forest
proved
his
own
conviction
that
his
pilgrimage
was
at
an
end
.
He
next
turned
his
eyes
to
the
companion
who
reclined
by
his
side
.
The
youth
—
for
he
had
scarcely
attained
the
years
of
manhood
—
lay
,
with
his
head
upon
his
arm
,
in
the
embrace
of
an
unquiet
sleep
,
which
a
thrill
of
pain
from
his
wounds
seemed
each
moment
on
the
point
of
breaking
.
His
right
hand
grasped
a
musket
;
and
,
to
judge
from
the
violent
action
of
his
features
,
his
slumbers
were
bringing
back
a
vision
of
the
conflict
of
which
he
was
one
of
the
few
survivors
.
A
shout
deep
and
loud
in
his
dreaming
fancy
—
found
its
way
in
an
imperfect
murmur
to
his
lips
;
and
,
starting
even
at
the
slight
sound
of
his
own
voice
,
he
suddenly
awoke
.
The
first
act
of
reviving
recollection
was
to
make
anxious
inquiries
respecting
the
condition
of
his
wounded
fellow
-
traveller
.
The
latter
shook
his
head
.
"
Reuben
,
my
boy
,
"
said
he
,
"
this
rock
beneath
which
we
sit
will
serve
for
an
old
hunter
’
s
gravestone
.
There
is
many
and
many
a
long
mile
of
howling
wilderness
before
us
yet
;
nor
would
it
avail
me
anything
if
the
smoke
of
my
own
chimney
were
but
on
the
other
side
of
that
swell
of
land
.
The
Indian
bullet
was
deadlier
than
I
thought
.
"
"
You
are
weary
with
our
three
days
’
travel
,
"
replied
the
youth
,
"
and
a
little
longer
rest
will
recruit
you
.
Sit
you
here
while
I
search
the
woods
for
the
herbs
and
roots
that
must
be
our
sustenance
;
and
,
having
eaten
,
you
shall
lean
on
me
,
and
we
will
turn
our
faces
homeward
.
I
doubt
not
that
,
with
my
help
,
you
can
attain
to
some
one
of
the
frontier
garrisons
.
"
