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T.C.
Haliburton
King’s College
Haliburton Museum
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Long Pond Story
Long
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Supporting
Maps
1786 –
"Plan" for King’s
Windsor
– Anson Map
1871
– Church Map
1879
– Hendry Map
1880 – Roe Bros Map
1878
– Bird’s Eye View
BIG Maps
1786 – "Plan"
for King’s
Windsor –
Anson Map
1871
– Church Map
1879
– Hendry Map
1880 – Roe Bros Map
1878 – Bird’s
Eye View
Map
to Long Pond
Other
1842
– TCH/King’s Deed
Compilation of Maps
Long Pond
Fall 2002
Tourism Links
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Thomas Chandler Haliburton –
Boyhood Recollections – Hurley on Ice c1800
From – The
Attaché, second series, by T. C. Haliburton
Thomas Chandler Haliburton
"… Memory acts on thought like sudden
heat on a dormant fly, it wakes it from the dead, puts new life into it, and it
stretches out its wings and buzzes round as if it had never slept. When you see
him [your old schoolfellow] don’t the old school master rise up before you as
nateral as if it were only yesterday? And the Schoolroom, and the noisy, larkin’
happy holidays, and you boys let out racin’, yelpin’, hollerin, and whoopin’ like
mad with pleasure, and the play-ground, and the games at bass [base] in the fields,
or hurly on the long pond on the ice, or campin’ out at Chester lakes to
fish – catchin’ no trout, gettin’ wet thro’ and thro’ with rain like a drowned
rat, – eat up body and bones by black flies and muschetoes [mosquitos], returnin’
tired to death, and callin’ it a party of pleasure; or riggin’ out in pumps for
dancin’ school, and the little fust [first] loves for the pretty little gals there,
when the heart was romantic and looked away ahead into an avenue of years, and
seed you and your little tiny partner at the head of it, driven in a tandem sleigh
of your own, and a grand house to live in, and she your partner through life;
or else you in the grove back o’ the school away up in a beech tree, settin’ straddle-legged
on a limb with a jack-knife in your hand cuttin’ into it the two first letters
of her name-F.L., fust [first] love; never dreamin’ the bark would grow over them
in time on the tree, and the world, the flesh, and the devil rub them out of the
heart in arter years also. Then comes robbin’ orchards and fitchin’ [fetching]
home nasty puckery apples to eat, as sour as Greek, that stealin’ made sweet;
or gettin’ out o’ windows at night, goin’ down to old Ross’s, orderin’ a supper
and pocketin’ your- first whole bottle of wine- oh! That first whole bottle christened
the man, and you woke up sober next mornin’, and got the first taste o’ the world,-
sour in the mouth- sour in the stomach- sour in the temper, and sour all over;-
yes, that’s the world. "
The Attaché, second series,
II, chapter 55, Paying and Returning Visits 112-114:
(Sam speaking
of the Squire going to visit an old schoolfellow while in England)
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