It was a fine autumn day, when, together with some friends, we mustered courage to pay our respects to this now famous spot.  We found our way thither from the city of Lynn by horse-cars, a part of the way by a barge and on foot.  The driver of the barge, like most drivers of such vehicles, displayed no small amount of scientific driving.  Why it is that almost all scientific driving generally results in some mishap, we are unable to determine.  But we conclude that the particular science to which we refer is usually engendered by the driver having his elbow crooked at some bar before the journey commences.  On all such occasions stops are quite common; branches of trees are not avoided, and they threaten to destroy our best suits, or brush us altogether from our seats; the brakes do not work; the traces get unhitched; an immense whip is flourished and cracked; the horses become unmanageable; frightened women in a high key scream “Mercy!” and the ride becomes not only dangerous but unendurable.

After a ride up hill and down over a winding road skirted by forest trees on either hand, we were left in the woods at the foot of a steep hill.  The remainder of our way was by a path of the most primitive nature, something, we should judge, like that of the native Pawtuckets, with the exception of the rapid ascent, for the natives were wiser than we in laying out their highways, for they avoided both hills and swamps.  Shortly we found ourselves in the immediate vicinity of Dungeon Rock, which is situated on the summit of a granite-capped eminence overlooking the surrounding country.  Quite a concourse of people had assembled on this occasion, apparently to spend the day and have a “good time” generally.  We should have said before that this is considered a kind of Mecca for those who hold to the Spiritual faith.  There are several buildings which seem to have been dropped down without much order, and a large platform furnished with plank seats.  An entertainment had been furnished, though for what purpose or by whom we knew not.  There was some fine singing, in solos, duets, and quartettes, and a slender little girl showed a good lip, large lungs, and nimble fingers on a silver cornet, out of which she fired repeated volleys of sputtering jigs at the overelated spectators.

Lynn’s first historian, who dealt somewhat in tradition, among other things, says, in substance, “early in 1658, on a pleasant evening, a little after sunset, a small vessel was seen to anchor near the mouth of the Saugus River.  A boat was presently lowered from her side, into which four men descended and moved up the river a considerable distance, when they landed and proceeded directly into the woods.  They had been noticed by only a few individuals; but in those early times, when the people were surrounded by danger and easily susceptible of alarm, such an incident was well calculated to awaken suspicion, and in the course of the evening the intelligence was