John Fries Rebellion (Missing) LbNA #10778 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | lotus  |
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| Plant date: | Sep 9, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Trumbauersville |
| County: | Bucks |
| State: | Pennsylvania |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | Rainmaker |
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| Last found: | Sep 4, 2006 |
| Status: | FFFFF |
| Last edited: | Sep 9, 2004 |
*****Update 4/7/07- box is missing. We will replace as soon as possible. Sorry!******
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This box is located in the Manderfield Woodland Preserve and Park, managed by the Heritage Conservancy. Manderfield Preserve is located off of Allentown Road, near Butter Creek Road, just past Homestead Family Campground. Parking is limited. Trails are sometimes muddy, wear appropriate footwear. Bug spray!
For Historic Background:
"John Fries was a local vendue cryer or auctioneer. He was noted for his intelligence and humor. Like his Pennsylvania German neighbors, he was greatly angered by the new national taxes set on houses in 1798-1799. They warned the assessors to cease taking the rates of any more houses, or they would be hurt. Ignoring all of the threats, the assessors continued their work. But, when confronted by the local militia, they decided they could not complete their duties without bloodshed.
A U.S. marshal ordered the arrest of several leaders of the tax rebellion. The people in Bucks County decided to rescue the prisoners, with John Fries as their captain. Fries enlisted 140 armed men. He succeeded in rescuing the prisoners held in Bethlehem,PA.
The federal government sent troops to arrest the leaders of Fries' Rebellion and ordered them to be taken to trial as traitors. Fries had tried running from them, but was later captured. He was tried and found guilty of treason. He was given another trial and again was found guilty. Fries was sentenced to death. But, luckily he was saved when President Adams granted all those who had participated in the rebellion a presidential pardon.
John Fries returned to his hometown, continued his quiet life as a vendue cryer, and died as poor man in February,1818." from the website www.pennridge.org/grassroots/fries.html
For the Box:
Begin your search by parking near the gate and head up hill.
"I just needed time to think, somewhere quiet, alone. The events of the past few weeks have been a daze. I, a sound citizen, although not too fond of the government's meddling into my affairs, was forced to make a necessary decision. Do I wander apathetically along while a tyrannical tax is being forced upon me to fund a suspicious war? Is this a reoccurrence of the Hearth Tax my ancestors suffered under. What course of action should I take? Do I stand alone and oppose the hypocrisy or do I become complacent? What to do?
I feel the need to clear my head, cool air, fresh thoughts. I meander along the path. A steep bank covered in thorns on my left and a field of stones leading to the Butter Creek on my right. The path's hard black surface underfoot, I continue upwards as the path turns to the left, slightly. Here, I finally enter the forest. There are hickory trees, oaks, maples, boulders and the sense of belonging. I take the small path to the right near a giant shagbark hickory tree that stands to left of path.
The trail wanders deeper and deeper into the forest, I come to a junction of many paths, and I notice the small tree in the center of the path. The tree is decaying, all alone. From this tree, if I went straight I would end up in the Butter Creek, but I turn left at 280* instead. I follow the trail along until a T presents itself, I turn right, at the Y I turn left. I know my destination, except I sometimes forget the path. I have lived along these streams, woods and road my entire life. These are the mighty things weighing on my soul. Where was I? Oh, yes, the Y.
I turn left. Here, I see the remnants of an old fence. I come to an interesting intersection, where two trees have split a boulder's end, near a washed out larger path. In the distance from the split rock trees, I see a curious tree leaning, large and looming overhead. I pass on the path under this peculiar tree.
The trail moves deeper into the woods, working its way through a small grouping of rocks, eventually ending at the stream's edge. I walked over the board bridge and made a hard right onto the path. I continue to follow the main path, coming to a triple tree on the right and a single tree on the left, I pause trying to remember. The path bends towards the right along a stone wall- and quickly turns to the left, but straight ahead is my destination, a small circular rock wall. Inside, I enter and find a place to rest, finally I can relax. I sit down on the right and I am reminded of a special box hidden so close and so well."
*****There is NO inkpad in this box, please make sure to bring your own!! Please rehide well. If you have any questions or concerns email me.******
Good Luck!
Lotus & Leafcutters
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This box is located in the Manderfield Woodland Preserve and Park, managed by the Heritage Conservancy. Manderfield Preserve is located off of Allentown Road, near Butter Creek Road, just past Homestead Family Campground. Parking is limited. Trails are sometimes muddy, wear appropriate footwear. Bug spray!
For Historic Background:
"John Fries was a local vendue cryer or auctioneer. He was noted for his intelligence and humor. Like his Pennsylvania German neighbors, he was greatly angered by the new national taxes set on houses in 1798-1799. They warned the assessors to cease taking the rates of any more houses, or they would be hurt. Ignoring all of the threats, the assessors continued their work. But, when confronted by the local militia, they decided they could not complete their duties without bloodshed.
A U.S. marshal ordered the arrest of several leaders of the tax rebellion. The people in Bucks County decided to rescue the prisoners, with John Fries as their captain. Fries enlisted 140 armed men. He succeeded in rescuing the prisoners held in Bethlehem,PA.
The federal government sent troops to arrest the leaders of Fries' Rebellion and ordered them to be taken to trial as traitors. Fries had tried running from them, but was later captured. He was tried and found guilty of treason. He was given another trial and again was found guilty. Fries was sentenced to death. But, luckily he was saved when President Adams granted all those who had participated in the rebellion a presidential pardon.
John Fries returned to his hometown, continued his quiet life as a vendue cryer, and died as poor man in February,1818." from the website www.pennridge.org/grassroots/fries.html
For the Box:
Begin your search by parking near the gate and head up hill.
"I just needed time to think, somewhere quiet, alone. The events of the past few weeks have been a daze. I, a sound citizen, although not too fond of the government's meddling into my affairs, was forced to make a necessary decision. Do I wander apathetically along while a tyrannical tax is being forced upon me to fund a suspicious war? Is this a reoccurrence of the Hearth Tax my ancestors suffered under. What course of action should I take? Do I stand alone and oppose the hypocrisy or do I become complacent? What to do?
I feel the need to clear my head, cool air, fresh thoughts. I meander along the path. A steep bank covered in thorns on my left and a field of stones leading to the Butter Creek on my right. The path's hard black surface underfoot, I continue upwards as the path turns to the left, slightly. Here, I finally enter the forest. There are hickory trees, oaks, maples, boulders and the sense of belonging. I take the small path to the right near a giant shagbark hickory tree that stands to left of path.
The trail wanders deeper and deeper into the forest, I come to a junction of many paths, and I notice the small tree in the center of the path. The tree is decaying, all alone. From this tree, if I went straight I would end up in the Butter Creek, but I turn left at 280* instead. I follow the trail along until a T presents itself, I turn right, at the Y I turn left. I know my destination, except I sometimes forget the path. I have lived along these streams, woods and road my entire life. These are the mighty things weighing on my soul. Where was I? Oh, yes, the Y.
I turn left. Here, I see the remnants of an old fence. I come to an interesting intersection, where two trees have split a boulder's end, near a washed out larger path. In the distance from the split rock trees, I see a curious tree leaning, large and looming overhead. I pass on the path under this peculiar tree.
The trail moves deeper into the woods, working its way through a small grouping of rocks, eventually ending at the stream's edge. I walked over the board bridge and made a hard right onto the path. I continue to follow the main path, coming to a triple tree on the right and a single tree on the left, I pause trying to remember. The path bends towards the right along a stone wall- and quickly turns to the left, but straight ahead is my destination, a small circular rock wall. Inside, I enter and find a place to rest, finally I can relax. I sit down on the right and I am reminded of a special box hidden so close and so well."
*****There is NO inkpad in this box, please make sure to bring your own!! Please rehide well. If you have any questions or concerns email me.******
Good Luck!
Lotus & Leafcutters