Across Parker Avenue from the fort is the Site of the Old Gallows, where 83 men "stood on nothin', a-lookin' up a rope." The platf...orm had a trap wide enought to "accommodate" 12 men, but half that number was the highest ever reached. On two occasions six miscreants were executed. There were several groups of five, some quartets and trios.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If it is no exaggeration to say that Deerfield is not so much a town as the ghost of a town, its dimness almost transparent, its q...uiet almost a cessation, it is essential to add that it is probably quite the most beautiful ghost of its kind, and with the deepest poetic and historic significance to be found in America.... It is, and will probably always remain, the perfect and beautiful statement of the tragic and creative moment when one civilization is destroyed by another. And the wonderful ghostliness of this mile-long 'Street' of grave and ancient houses, the strange air of unreality which hangs over it, arises precisely from the fact that the little town is really saying two things at once. It is saying, 'I dared to be beautiful, even in the shadow of the wilderness'; but it is also saying, 'And the wilderness haunts me, the ghosts of a slain race are in my doorways and clapboards, like a kind of death.'LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lead bullets flattened by human teeth have been found on the camp site. Soldiers who had been caught stealing food from nearby far...ms customarily chewed on a bullet as the lash was laid on their bare backs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hamlet: Why was he sent into England? Grave-digger: Why, because a was mad. A shall recover his wits there; or if a do not, '...tis no great matter there. Hamlet: Why? Grave-digger: 'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Romeo. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'ti...s enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,... Love in her gear is slowly through the house, Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse, Hauled to the dome....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"The wind doth blow today, my love," And a few small drops of rain;... I never had but one true love, In cold grave she was lain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »