A Dinner And Its Consequences

: Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land

The Nipmucks were populous at Thompson, Connecticut, where they skilfully

tilled the fields, and where their earthworks, on Fort Hill, provided

them with a refuge in case of invasion. Their chief, Quinatisset, had his

lodge on the site of the Congregational church in Thompson. They believed

that Chargoggagmanchogagog Pond was paradise--the home of the Great

Spirit and departed souls--and that it would always yield fish to them,
as the hills did game. They were fond of fish, and would barter deer-meat

and corn for it, occasionally, with the Narragansetts.

Now, these last-named Indians were a waterloving people, and to this day

their fishing fire--a column of pale flame--rises out of Quinebaug Lake

once in seven years, as those say who have watched beside its waters

through the night. Knowing their fondness for blue-fish and clams, the

Narragansetts asked the Nipmucks to dine with them on one occasion, and

this courtesy was eagerly accepted, the up-country people distinguishing

themselves by valiant trencher deeds; but, alas, that it should be so!

they disgraced themselves when, soon after, they invited the

Narragansetts to a feast of venison at Killingly, and quarrelled with

their guests over the dressing of the food. This rumpus grew into a

battle in which all but two of the invites were slain. Their hosts buried

them decently, but grass would never grow above their graves.

This treachery the Great Spirit avenged soon after, when the Nipmucks had

assembled for a powwow, with accessory enjoyments, in the grassy vale

where Mashapaug Lake now reflects the charming landscape, and where,

until lately, the remains of a forest could be seen below the surface. In

the height of the revel the god struck away the foundations of the hills,

and as the earth sank, bearing the offending men and women, waters rushed

in and filled the chasm, so that every person was drowned, save one good

old woman beneath whose feet the ground held firm. Loon Island, where she

stood, remains in sight to-day.