in Lequear�s
�Traditions of Hunterdon�
'Blind George' could travel for miles on any road he had ever passed over without getting lost. One night he was returning with several neighbors from a flax pulling frolic, and the evening being dark, all of the party except George got bewildered. and divided, some going one way and some another. Those who followed George, who said he was not lost, came out right.
Esq. Thompson once took him up to ride and tried several plans to test his ability to discover where he was. At the place where George wished to get out to go home, a path ran from the road to a log where he was to cross the stream. Trying to divert George's attention by getting him to talk, Esq. Thompson attempted to carry him past the path, but the very instant they reached it he said, "Stop, I must get out here." His companion, much surprised at his sagacity, said, "George, how did you know where the log was?" "Don't you hear those geese?" said George. There was a wide, deep pool near the log, where the geese were almost constantly to be found, keeping up their noisy gabbling and splashing in the water from morning to night. The quick, trained ear of the blind man could discern the very spot where these sounds would strike the road.
Lequear�s articles were originally published 1869-70.
in Lequear�s
�Traditions of Hunterdon�
It is related of Mrs. Biggs, that she with her husband and one child located at the junction of the two branches of Campbell's Brook, lately known as Pleasant Run Hotel. She assisted her husband in falling timber and burning it to make a clearing. She took her baby to the woods, and taking off her apron tied the four corners to stakes driven in the ground, which formed a cradle in which she placed her baby, to sleep while she worked. When she came to the child to give it nourishment, she was much alarmed. A huge blacksnake had crawled up and laid himself snugly by the side of the child.
"But the woman was equal to the emergency; she had read in her bible and felt it in her heart that there was an enmity between the serpent and the seed of the first woman." She took a forked stick, lifted the reptile from his stolen position to the ground, and bruised his head, as a calm, brave mother should do, without going into hysterics. In 1745, the Biggs log hut was superseded by a stately mansion, which was pulled down about twenty years ago.
Lequear�s articles were originally published 1869-70.