Tall Tales From The Land Of Steady Habits (December 1973 | Volume: 25, Issue: 1)

Tall Tales From The Land Of Steady Habits

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December 1973 | Volume 25, Issue 1

In 1781 an embittered American clergyman, a Loyalist living in exile in England, published a book entitled General History of Connecticut . It was, in fact, an amalgam of actual happenings, righteous tirades, and wild fantasies. The author, the Reverend Samuel A. Peters, was born in Hebron, Connecticut, was a graduate of Yale, and, after being ordained in England, was in charge of the Anglican churches of both Hebron and Hartford. His leanings were deadely monarchical, and his life-style was that of an English country gentleman. He abhorred the republican views of his parishioners, and they, as the Revolutionary War approached, harassed him into fleeing his home. For thirty-one years Peters lived in England, and so irascible was his temper that he even lost a pension awarded by the Crown as the result of a quarrel with William Pitt. Peters returned to America in 1805 to press, in vain, a land claim m what is now Minnesota and ultimately died in poverty in New York City in 1826, at the age of ninety-one. The following description of the town of Windham, Connecticut, is taken from his General History , reprinted recently by Gregg Press, and may serve as an example of why Peters became known as the first American spinner of tall tales.

Strangers are very much terrified at the hideous noise made on summer evenings by the vast number of frogs in the brooks and ponds. There are about thirty different voices among them, some of which resemble the bellowing of a bull. The owls and whippoorwills complete the rough concert, which may be heard several miles. Persons accustomed to such serenades are not disturbed by them at their proper stations; but one night in July, 1758, the frogs of an artificial pond, three miles square, and about five from Windham, finding the water dried up, left the place in a body, and marched, or rather hopped, towards Winnomantic [Willimantic] River. They were under the necessity of taking the road and going through the town, which they entered about midnight. The bull-frogs were the leaders, and the pipers followed without number. They filled the road, forty yards wide, for four miles in length, and were for several hours in passing through the town unusually clamorous.

The inhabitants were equally perplexed and frightened: some expected to find an army of French and Indians; others feared an earthquake, and dissolution of Nature. The consternation was universal. Old and young, male and female, fled naked from their beds, with worse shriekings than those of the frogs. The event was fatal to several women. The men, after a flight of half a mile, in which they met with many broken shins, finding no enemies in pursuit of them, made a hault, and summoned resolution enough to venture back to their wives and children, when they distinctly heard from the enemy’s camp these swords: Wight,’ Hilderlun, Dier, Tete. This last, they thought, meant