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This extract is from The British Colonist, September 22nd, 1864."the poor will lose a benefactor, and his deeds of kindness and hospitality will make his memory long cherished by all who knew him."
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THE GRINDSTONE KINGWelcome to old Minudie-
We are so glade you came,
We would like to tell you a story
Of a man who brought us fame.
Amos Seaman boarded a ferry,
Year seventeen-ninety five-
Just a lonely lad who had left his home,
He landed on Minudie side.
Amos grew to a man of vision
Who had a poets soul,
He saw a future in the hayfields
The grindstone and the coal.
The hay from Minudie marshes
Was shipped to Boston Town-
Soon men were digging the grinding stone
The finest there was around.
Next Amos looked to the timber
He bought a mill run by steam-
Minudie was now so busy,
The realizing of a dream.
Ships were here built to carry the cargo-
Bringing imports from distant lands,
From needed tools, to finest rum
To silk gloves for miladys hands.
He set a grant for burial land,
Imported a linden tree-
From England came water lilies,
Placed in a lake for all to see.
Amos was dubbed The Grindstone King,
And here he was laid to rest-
With him died our industry
Bur our scenery is still the nations best.
So welcome to old Minudie-
Our village of King Seaman fame,
We bid you to bide awhile-
For we are so glade you came. -Hope Harrison-
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