Saint Croix Courier, St. Stephen, NB
March 22, 1894


Contributions to the History of Charlotte County and the Border Towns.


[Further Notes, Additional to Articles xcv.-ciii.]

[By Peter H. McCallum]

Alexander McTavish settled in New York state.

David Craig was the ancestor of the Craigs who now reside in Chamcook.

Thomas Fitzsimmonds was known here as Capt. Fitzsimmonds.  Within my remembrance, I have seen the old cellar which my father and uncle have told me about, where in their time there was tansey still growing green on the banks.  There is a brook near the place, known as the Fitzsimmonds Brook.  Capt. Fitzsimmonds sold his right to Major McDonald, and, I think, went to Upper Canada.

Peter McDiarmid, John Dick, Hugh McFarlan and Nevin McVicar settled in Mascarene.  John Dick deeded Lot 22, in Western Division, to Donald McDonald.

I have heard David Cockburn, son of John Cockburn, tell of David Littel, who was a particular friend of his father’s, he (David Cockburn) being his namesake.  When Mr. Littel died, the old soldiers undertook to carry him to St. Andrews for interment.  They lost their way; and, the weather being very warm, they concluded to bury him in the woods.  They afterwards found their way, but could not find his grave.  Mr. Cockburn compared his burial to that of Moses of old, ‘no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.’

Among the old settlers on the Digdeguash were a family named Frost.  One of the daughters married John Johnston.  Johnston was upset from a boat in St. Andrews Bay, and, being a great swimmer, he started to swim ashore and was drowned; Robert Lindsay, his companion, clung to the boat and was saved.  Johnston had three sons, whose descendants are still residents of Digdeguash.

Another Miss Frost married William Stewart.  My father formerly told a story of Mrs. Stewart, which he heard in Milltown, and again after he moved to Digdeguash.  The bears were very troublesome when the early settlers first came here; and no Scotch people could farm without sheep, as they manufactured their own clothes from the wool.  Their houses were small, built of logs, with a cellar under them for their potatoes.  One day, when Mrs. Stewart was alone, Bruin came to visit the sheep.  Mrs. Stewart drove the flock into the cellar, to save them from the bear.  The bear followed them in; and the sheep, not liking their companion, all ran out but one.  Mrs. Stewart closed the door on bear and sheep, and piled old stumps against it.  The floors of the house were laid with poles, roughly hewn, such as they have in lumber camps; and the bear tried to force his way through, and pushed his fore paws through the floor.  Mrs. Stewart seized an axe and cut his paws off.  This so enraged Bruin that he fell upon his fellow prisoner, the sheep, and tore it to pieces.  Mrs. Stewart summoned her neighbours, and the bear was shot in the cellar.