Olivers Stash Clue Cache Mystery Cache
Bubba Riley: This cache has survived but the area looks like hell. It's not a great place to bring cachers.
Thanks to all that have looked for this cache back in its prime.
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The above coords. are made up numbers. This is not the town you will be traveling to. The cache is not located there. This is a clue cache. Over the next couple of days I will release clues that will lead to the final cache location. There is a $10 Dunks card for the FTF.
On to the cache -
I was sitting in the library doing some internet research on a local family. A nice older gentleman sitting beside me doing some genealogy research kept glancing at my screen . " The Indians have remained on that land in one form or another for many years." he began . " Each generation of that family has seen them. Some were good encounters, most were not. " . Of course my curiosity was piqued. We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing Indian attacks, the connection between the families we were each researching , and the missing stash that I would become determined to find.
My new friend started the story from the beginning. It starts with the family I was researching , ties in to his research and ends with the location of the could be box. That is where I will start all of you at as well.
In the 1600's a man named John received deed to 156 acres of land being occupied by the Wamesit Indian tribes. During that time Indian attacks were common. John had lost many nearby family members in the Indian Massacre of 1695.
The Indian encampents still flourished along its Merrimack , Concord and Shawsheen River banks when the town was incorporated and descendent Timothy laid muscle to ax and hewed the homestead out of wilderness.
The next two direct descendants to own the homestead were David and Zadoch. The two brothers ran a dairy farm. They had a nearby dairy doing the pasturizing for them. At that time the surrounding land was still close to wilderness. Near the two brothers homestead was a trail broken by their friend Oliver. Oliver was a direct uncle of my new friend whom I had been chatting with.
Oliver lived in a nearby town. He manufactured gun powder and carted it to Boston on ox - drawn wagons. Where ever he traveled he carried a small tin box beside him. No one ever knew what was in that box, just that it never left his side. Most of the time Oliver enjoyed the journey to Boston alone. However, on occasion he would bring a local boy to help him with the boxes. On Olivers journeys to or from Boston he would often stop by the brothers homestead to share a meal and discuss the recent Indian attacks.
Over the years most of the Indians had retired to Canada. Many had sold their land to English Settlers. A small group had remained. A few from this group had been causing problems. They were breaking in to peoples barns and homes and looting them.
One dark evening the local boy broke in to Olivers barn. He stole a few valuable possessions, two guns and the tin box that Oliver kept on the wagon. He jumped on Olivers horse and made off down the trail. As he approached the two brothers land he was surrounded by the group of Indians. He grabbed the tin box from the saddle and ran off in to the woods never to be seen again.
The next morning the two brothers spotted the abandoned horse near the trail. They were happy to find their friend safe at home. They spent the day helping him gather his remaining belongings and searching for the missing boy.
That evening Oliver had a dream about the boy being chased in to the woods. He saw the boy stashing the tin box in a tree. On his journey to Boston the following day Oliver told David about his dream. He explained that in his dream the area was surrounded by fog. He could see the boy hiding the box and running off. In his dream he went to the spot after the boy had disappeared. As he approached the tree an Indian figure appeared before him. The figure was a ghost warding him away from the stash. He was terrified and ran off too.
The story would not leave Davids mind. That evening he went in to the woods to look for likely trees. As he was walking the air turned terribly cold. A fog seemed to lift from no where. David decided to turn back before he had an encounter of his own. The box had never been found but its story had continued on through the generations.
My new friend was determined to find this box. He asked if I would like to help. I was quite intrigued. How could I refuse ? Now I am reaching out to all of you in hopes that you can help us find Olivers stash.
Here is what I remember from our conversation -
This town was known as a Praying Town. It was incorporated in 1734. A 1794 map shows the location of Indian Villages.
Once the Middlesex Canal opened Olivers business grew. He took on a partner named Moses Hale.
The trail that Oliver cut with his ox - drawn wagon later became a road named after him.
I will contact my new friend for some more information and post what I find out as soon as possible.
I was able to speak with my new friend. This is what he told me -
Timothy built the homestead just ten years after the town was incorporated. It was the fifth home to be built in that town.
The two brothers found the abandoned horse on Olivers trail. They believed that the boy ran up their trail toward the homestead. That trail is now a road named after the brothers.
The two brothers believed that the boy hid the box on the homestead.
My friend has one contact left. I will post what he finds out as soon as possible.
My friend found out some valuable information. -
The last direct descendant to own the homestead was Melvin.
There is a rock that bares his name on the corner of this land.
Melvin was the only person to find the box. It was not in a tree but lying on the ground. He changed the container and placed it in a tall tree. He believed that this angered the Indian spirit. That day the tree had fallen. The container remains in the section of the tree that still stands. It is approximately 100 feet away from the sign that bares Melvins name.
Happy Caching !
Congratulations to mrducky for the FTF before all the clues were given.
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