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\n ❦ THE TRAGIC DEATH OF MOSE SANGAMAW ❦\n

\n ⸺ As Originally Told by Charles E. Merrill, \"The Old Guide's Story\" (1930) ⸺\n

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\n ❧ Immediately after purchasing his lot, Darius engaged Alfred Taggart and Mose Kane to build the first log cabin on Upper Chateaugay Lake—upon the very spot where the Merrill House now stands. The bark camp of earlier seasons had proved insufficient, especially after a harrowing experience late one November.\n

\n ❧ On that fateful day, Darius, Cal Wheeler, Valorous Huntley, and old Harry Hilliker ventured forth. A bitter east wind had risen, and snow loomed over the mountains. As they hauled in their seine, ice clung to the net, the lake groaning beneath gathering clouds.\n

\n ❧ That night, shifts were assigned to tend the fire. Darius, weary-eyed, was roused near half-past three by a cry—long, agonizing, and faint through the storm. Again it came, thinner yet, a harrowing echo of distress. All were awakened.\n

\n ❧ \"Sounds like a human in trouble,\" Darius murmured, straining against the wind. Despite protests—\"Painter,\" said Cal; \"Screech owl,\" offered Valo—they lit torches and scoured the snow-blind shore. Their search yielded nothing but deepening dread.\n

\n ❧ At dawn, they pressed onward. At Weed Brook, concealed in blue joint and cripple brush, lay a form curled and still. It was Darius who found him. \"Come here, boys, quick!\" he cried.\n

\n ❧ Cal turned the body over. \"Gosh a mighty! I've seen this man before... Mose Sangamaw,\" he declared. A trapper from Chazy Lake, remembered from years prior.\n

\n ❧ With heavy hands, they crafted a litter and bore Mose's frozen form back to Dide's cabin. A messenger was dispatched to Chazy Lake; by next day, Sangamaw's brother, Ben, arrived to claim him.\n

\n ❧ Thus, the necessity of a stout, warm cabin was driven home. No longer would travelers to Upper Chateaugay risk the fate of poor Mose Sangamaw—claimed by storm, solitude, and the merciless Shatagee Woods.\n

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