has many rocks with mysterious and
cryptic messages scaring their surface. One of the more recognized is
‘Dighton Rock’ located along Route 24 in Dighton
. Also off of 24, buried in the forests of
, is a strange rock not many are aware of. In this case, the words can
clearly be read by anyone and the person scribed them is not a mystery
at all. What inspired this man to sprawl these words on a boulder is
what puzzles me.
A few years ago I had heard that there was an interesting rock
in the town of
. The rock itself is the standard type of
bedrock sitting on a lonely hillside in the middle of nowhere.
What makes this rock so unusual is the poem that was brazened
onto its side. Also on the lower left was a small notch with three
lines of Roman Numerals carved marking the year it was created, 1862.
The man responsible for this granite enigma was Reverend Timothy Otis
Paine. Rev. Paine was a student of poetry, sculpting and oriental
languages and a native of Winslow Maine. He moved to
became the minister of the
in Elmwood. At his time he was considered to be the most educated
. In 1897, over 30 years after he chiseled the poem into stone, a
volume of his poetry was published. For
a man of such notoriety, I was surprise to find very little written
about his life in
. I can only assume there is much more about this interesting man
waiting to be uncovered.
the general location of the rock was not difficult at all, but
actually locating it within 10 acres of forest was more of a
challenge. The hill covered spacious pine forest, making it difficult
to spot any old trails. Peppered between these tall pines are many
outcroppings of bedrock. With no actual clue as to where the correct
rock was, made it necessary to leave no stone unturned. As
the day was coming to an end, I discovered the rock hidden in the
brush along the SW side of the hill. Though the letters are still
deeply etched into the stone after decades of weathering, a hiker
could easily miss this lonely monument. Without the help of the
setting sun, the letters seem to blend into the gray of the
boulder’s uneven and lichen cover surface.
I sat down on the forest floor to relax, I found that the boulder
provided a comfortable place to rest my back. The curved face of the
boulder, the slope of the hill and soft pine needle on the forest
floor provided the perfect natural seat. It provided a wonderful view
of the swamp nestled in the valley below. As I sat watching the sun
setting, I suddenly realized why Rev. Paine may have written these
This rock I
visited so oft.
I wish may here remain.
When yon brick shaft, on leafy Sprague,
Overlooks no more the plain.
And let the trees around it grow
to stripe its sides with shade,
As on the quiet August days
When I these letters made
The boulder still provides
a breathtaking sanctuary for the weary soul.
I felt separated from the world.
While sitting at the rock watching the sun set as the forest and swamp below come to
life, I felt
part of a bigger community and in some ways, connected to
I dug for more detailed information on Rev. Paine I stumbled across
what seemed to be a diary entry of Edgar P. Howard in 1900. In it he
told the tale of the first elopement old colony. The young Ephraim Howard and his bride to be Mary
Keith raced from
, on horseback, while being chased by Mary’s Irate father Rev. James
Keith. the first minister of
. Following an old trail to
they crossed an ancient stone bridge called “
”. This is where Rev. Paine enters the story. As the author Edgar P.
Howard was sitting on the same bridge pondering this tale, his
attention was draw to what he referred to as an “ancient inscription
which comprised of six lines” chiseled into the stone forming the
south side of the bridge. It was difficult for him to read this
ancient text. “By clearing away the tangled vines and filling the
letters with black chalk,” he was able to decipher the words. It was
a poem left by an anonymous author.
began to question as to who might have written this poem. “After
some inquiry among the elder residents of
”, he discovered that “Rev. Thomas Paine L.L.D…
had inscribed the poem on the boulder.”
same day I learned of the second rock I made plans to visit it that
is now long gone. It was removed when a more modern bridge was
widened. Fortunately the stone, then named 'Solitude Rock', was moved to small plot of land along
the side of the river. Luckily the bridge and road are still in use.
This would make it easy to find the
. Regrettably, since it was so late in the day, I had little time to
find it before the sun would set. I jumped into my car and raced up to
the bridge. By the time I had reached the road it was beginning to get
dark. The further down the road I went I found fewer and fewer homes.
Eventually I arrived to the section of the road with the Legendary
Hockomock Swap to my left. Along the edge of either side were
tall trees that arched over the road. With no street lights and the
sun quickly setting, the forest began to feel
as if it was closing in
It wasn’t long before I arrive at the bridge. Nearby were a
few home nestled in the dark forest. This provided some comfort as the
sun sunk below the horizon. Eying the land near the modern bridge I
spotted the rock. The words were easy to read even in the black of the
night. Much like Minister’s Rock, it had the Date July 22, 62 in
Roman Numerals along the lower Right.
marked the location and attempted to take a few pictures and headed
home. A few days later I returned to better survey the area. What was
so cold and spooky by night was warm and beautiful by day. Standing on
the bridge I tried to get a sense of what Rev. Paine might have seen
when he chiseled this poem into the boulder:
ye, who in future days
Walk by Nunckatessett stream
Love not him who hummed his lay
Cheerful to the parting
But the Beauty that he wooed
this quiet solitude
Again it was easy to understand what might have inspired those
words. Just as mentioned in Edgar
P. Howard diary “To
the south stretches what was known as Eagles Nest Meadows toward the
Hockomock, with the winding Nunckatessett and the woods beyond.” and
To the North was “Pine Hill ridge crowned by whispering pines.”
Aware that the few nearby homes, and the modern bridge were not there
during the time of Rev. Paine, I could see why might have chosen this
place to do his work. Even with small intrusion of civilization the
area is still very beautiful and peaceful.
I suspect that this is not the end of Rev. Paine's story. I
still have find his book of poetry to look forward too locating. I
also have a feeling that somewhere out there, deep in the forests of
not frequented by hikers, lays another example of Rev. Paine's handy
work waiting to be rediscovered. Next time you’re hiking in
and you stop to enjoy the beautiful view, spy the rocks around you,
maybe just maybe you might find another of the Minister’s Rocks.
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