Originally from: Letters from Linden
Date: September 2011
“A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY AND A NOBLE RIVER”
A Steamboat Journey on the Patuxent, 1879
This elevation is crowned with comfortable mansions, some of them very old, built when this was the centre of
the wealth and civilization of the State, or rather Province.
The most interesting of these is — THE OLD TANEY ESTATE, — the birthplace of the Chief Justice. If I am not mistaken, the house in which Judge Taney was born is the one now occupied by Mr. Benj. Hance, who owns one part of the plantation. The estate lies on Battle creek and is one of the richest and most beautiful farms in Maryland. The steamer went into the mouth of Battle creek to a wharf where many hundred boxes of peaches were waiting for us. There I found several old friends, among them Captain Duke Bond, for many years president of the Board of School Commissioners of his county.
Captain Bond has all the traditions of his county at his fingers[‘] ends, and while the freight was being carried on the boat he told me why the water we were in was called ‘Battle creek.’ There are two supposed origins for this name. The first [is] that the original settlers named it after the town of Battel, in England, and the other is that it was so named from the numerous battles that took place on its banks between the Taneys and the Brooks, who lived on opposite sides of the creek. There was a deadly feud between these two families, and whenever Mr. Taney would paddle his canoe down the creek Mr. Brook would be lying in ambush to shoot at him, like sportsmen point shooting for ducks. Taney, on his part, would take occasion to pop away at Brook whenever an opportunity presented itself.
This feud terminated in — A CELEBRATED TRAGEDY. — Mr. Taney was a widower, somewhat advanced in years and had three grown up sons, the second of whom was afterwards the Chief Justice of the United States. The father was in love with a young lady who rejected him and accepted Mr. Brook, who was a much younger man.
One day Mr. Brook and the lady were both at a party at Mr. Taney’s house, and the latter called Brook to his stable and there stabbed him and the dead body was found by the horrified guests. Taney rode off at full speed, and the tradition is that he was never heard of afterwards, until his dead body was brought back to the old homestead to be buried. It is said that Brook’s two brothers used every effort to detect his hiding place, and when he was buried they disinterred the body to satisfy themselves that their enemy was really dead, and that they were not being imposed upon by a sham funeral.
— St. LEONARD’S CREEK, — near the southern extremity of Calvert, was the next point of great interest as we proceeded on our journey. We got into it through a narrow mouth and found ourselves in an expansive sheet of water, like a lake, and although it was by this time getting dark, I could still see that it is a place of wonderful beauty. Six miles from its mouth, which is as far as steamboats can go, is the village of St. Leonard’s. Next [to] this point is the graveyard attached to the Episcopal Church, which is one of the oldest buildings in Maryland, lies buried Thomas Johnson, the Revolutionary Governor of Maryland, a man of national reputation and an intimate personal friend of General Washington. To him belongs the honor of having proposed the name of that great man for Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army. This honor has been claimed by the New Englanders for one of their own Members in Congress.
That, however, was to be expected. Near one of the wharves, where we stopped on the basin I have referred, was the scene of — A LAUGHABLE INCIDENT — in former days. The story is told by Mr. James Hungerford in one of his books, and is as follows: — Col. Wm. Fitzhugh, whose family is well known in this county and has now many representatives of it living in Hagerstown, was a leading democrat in the neighborhood of St. Leonard’s and a great wag. At a political meeting, where there was to be a joint discussion, a friend of Col. Fitzhugh was to make the speech on the Federalists’ side, and was absent. The Col. took the stand with great gravity, and delivered a furious tirade against the Democratic party. He concluded by saying that he had not spoken his own sentiments, but those of his friend, who was absent. A young fire eating democrat, who was present, was so much offended at the speech that he incontinently sent Col. Fitzhugh a challenge.
The challenge was accepted, and when he was asked what weapons he would cho[o]se he replied that that would be announced on the ground at the time for the duel. When the challenger came to the appointed place of meeting, the spot I have indicated, to his amazement he beheld Col. Fitzhugh surrounded by a group of gentlemen standing near a fire over which hung a large iron pot, filled with a boiling liquid, which proved to be bean soup. He demanded the meaning of the ‘contemptible joke,’ and Col. Fitzhugh took two squirts from his pocket and handed one to the young man saying that those were the weapons he had selected and that if his antagonist would stand for a few minutes he would satisfy him that there was very little joke about it.
The night had set in when we again got back into the river, and a storm was coming up. As we passed through — DRUM POINT HARBOUR, — which is the mouth of the Patuxent, and one of the best harbours on the Atlantic coast, I observed the lights from numerous vessels which had taken refuge from the storm which had set in, looking like the lights of a town. This harbour is almost landlocked, and has great depth of water and capacity to accommodate an indefinite amount of shipping.
Directly the boat got out of the mouth of the river she encountered heavy waves and a high northeast wind. It was heavily laden and we only reached Baltimore in time for me to take the 8 o’clock train for Hagerstown. I would like to write more on this subject and tell the readers of the MAIL how our brethren in the lower counties live and how they farm. I think that it would be a good idea for persons who emigrate from this county to see that country before going west. Land is wonderfully cheap, and I think that farms can be rented in almost any neighborhood. I am satisfied that money can be made at farming in these counties. The farmers there seem to be in debt and discouraged. They farm too much as they did in slave times and pay too little attention to domestic matters. If they raised as many vegetables, as much fruit, meat &c, as our farmers do, I think they could get along well – especially as it takes so little capital to buy a farm.”
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SOURCE: “A Trip to the Patuxent River – Historic Scenes – Steamboat Travel – A Beautiful Country and a Noble
River.” 5 Sep 1879. The Hagerstown Mail (Hagerstown, Maryland). http://www.newsarchives.com