- rock piles that were very far gone [photo]
- large bright quartz cobbles in the surrounding stone walls [photo]
- larger piles or "mounds" in a brook floodplain. In the swamp with their feet almost in the water [photo]
- some sort of house foundation [photo]
- a rectangular structure on a wall [photo]
- rock piles that were very far gone [photo]
- large bright quartz cobbles in the surrounding stone walls [photo]
- larger piles or "mounds" in a brook floodplain. In the swamp with their feet almost in the water [photo]
- some sort of house foundation [photo]
- a rectangular structure on a wall [photo]
Then I headed up the brook and saw that lovely little quartz on boulder (here) right next to the brook. It is a ravine of sorts. A moment later there was a buried mound. So far gone, I would have missed it a year ago. Now I spot it and notice other faint traces.
A pile:
Then I cross the brook below the stone bridge, use the old road for a while, then cut back down into the woods again only to come up on the back side of a site I know well at one of the headwaters of Falulah Brook. Sure enough, there were some large things I had not seen before:
And:
And here was something of such dimension that I would have taken it for house foundation:And below in a new ravine, a faint new brook started, and was this a dam and a mill? Or what is this rectangular structure coming out from the wall?
And what was up with these large mounds in what might have been a millpond? Well, at least in a brook floodplain:
Here is a one:
And another, with quartz:
closer:
And here was another:
With it's quartz (on the right in previous picture):
The main brook, where I came in, flows off
in a different south-facing valley. On this one, on this side of the
hill, there was not much of a brook. I followed the ravine downhill,
past rock piles built into outcrops that reminded me of the day before,
past places oozing water, into a boulder filled amphitheater where every
rock seemed suspect. The boulder fields might have been ruins, the
little niches had to be real.
It was like what I saw in Franklin but not identical. Similar enough to make me think it was the same people. But the extra age I felt about Franklin, translates into a suspicion that those same old people were pushed out of Franklin - a coastal area - back into the rocky foothills of Fitchburg. According to this narrative, they lasted longer, until a later date, in Fitchburg.
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