by Alexandra Moleski, NHD Program Coordinator

kkʷey! In part 1, we explored the life of Pial Pol Osunkhirhine, author of the 1830 Wo̲banaki kimzowi awighigan that is held in the MHS archives. Now we are back with part 2 because it turns out that Osunkhirhine’s learning book is not quite written in the language we at the MHS thought it was. 

On ABIGAIL, the digital library catalog of the MHS, the learning book was categorized as a “spelling and reading book in the Penobscot dialect of the Abnaki language.” This description comes from Bibliography of the Algonquian Languages, an 1891 publication by ethnologist James Constantine Pilling that also resides in the MHS collections. However, Pilling’s categorization of Osunkhirhine’s native tongue proves inaccurate. My first clue that Osunkhirhine is speaking an Abenaki dialect other than Penobscot was his upbringing at Odanak.

Abenaki does not refer to a singular tribal nation, but a group of various bands, including the Penobscot, living across Wabanakik (“Dawnland”), or what is now the northeastern US and southern Canada. As we learned in my previous post, the traditionally nomadic Abenaki began settling in various regions in the late 17th century due to warfare and displacement by European colonizers. Some Abenaki settled in present-day Québec and established the communities of Odanak and Wôlinak, while the Penobscot established their primary community in what is now Maine. And the Odanak, Wôlinak, and Penobscot communities were not the only bands of Abenaki in the region–many bands historically lived across Wabanakik but as a result of colonization, were gradually absorbed by the surviving Abenaki nations. Despite their geographical distance, the Abenaki dialect spoken by those at Odanak and Wolinak is closely linked to the Penobscot dialect, though they do have their differences.

My suspicions that Osunkhirhine is not speaking the Penobscot dialect were confirmed by linguist John Dyneley Prince’s 1910 essay, “The Penobscot Language of Maine.” The Abenaki dialect spoken at Odanak and Wôlinak as well as the dialect spoken by the Penobscot both belong to the Algonquian language family. However, residents of Odanak and Wolinak speak a dialect of Western Abenaki–or Canadian Abenaki as Prince describes it–while Penobscot is a dialect of Eastern Abenaki.

In an earlier 1902 essay titled “The Differentiation between the Penobscot and the Canadian Abenaki Dialects,” Prince explains that Abenaki and Penobscot are sister dialects that evolved from a common language, Old Abenaki. The consonant system, grammar, and vocabulary are largely the same between the two dialects. The biggest differences between them are found in the vowel system and intonation. Penobscot has a complex system of intonation and has almost a musical quality to the way syllables are accentuated, similar to the Passamaquoddy language. Meanwhile, the intonation of Abenaki is more monotone–much like the French language the Abenaki were exposed to in New France, later Lower Canada.

With confirmation that Osunkhirine is speaking Western Abenaki rather than Eastern Abenaki, I reached out to our wonderful library team here at the MHS and they quickly updated the listing in our online catalog. Now when you visit Wo̲banaki kimzowi awighigan in ABIGAIL, it categorizes the learning book and Osunkhirhine’s mother tongue as Western Abenaki.

This research experience reminds me that history truly is a living, breathing thing that we are all continuously still learning to understand, whether you are a seasoned historian or a new National History Day student. It also perfectly exemplifies the importance of researching deeply and checking your sources as you work on your NHD projects!

wə̀liwəni!

Further reading:

Penobscot language resources 

“Neg8nsosakilal8mow8gan: the voice of our ancestors” – Abenaki language learning app

by Thomas A. Rider II, PhD Candidate: University of Wisconsin-Madison

      As darkness fell on August 16^th, 1775, 143 New England soldiers, of the colonial army besieging British-occupied Boston, quietly left their fortifications outside Cambridge and advanced into the mile-wide, no-man’s-land that separated the opposing lines.  This ad hoc force included officers and men from all six regiments of Brigadier General John Sullivan’s command, an arrangement that simplified assembling the detachment but ensured most of its troops were unfamiliar to each other.  Privates John Clark and Jason Russell, for instance, had probably never met prior to this mission.  But before the next sunrise, their destinies would collide violently, leaving Russell dead, Clark arrested, and their comrades starkly aware of the confusing and dangerous nature of nighttime operations between the lines.  

       The men were headed to Plowed Hill, a position overlooking the British defenses at Charlestown Neck.  After the fighting at Lexington, Concord, and Bunker Hill, the Americans had implemented a poor-man’s siege of Boston and Charlestown, constructing an arc of redoubts and entrenchments from Roxbury, through Cambridge, to the Mystic River.  While colonial troops regularly patrolled between these fortifications and the British lines, sometimes skirmishing with the enemy, they recognized the need to dominate this area if they were ever to advance their siege works.  By late July, soldiers of the Plowed Hill “picquet” occupied several fortified houses, only nine-hundred yards from their foe, to monitor redcoat activities and exert some control over the contested space between the lines.

       Taking positions so close to the enemy at night and in silence was difficult but upon reaching Plowed Hill an officer managed to emplace Clark and several other men as sentries, fifty yards forward of the outpost buildings.  Their orders were to challenge anyone they saw to their front.  If, after three attempts, they received no countersign, they were to open fire.  These sentinels had no idea that other Americans, including Russell, scouted closer to the British lines, further down Plowed Hill.

       After peering into the darkness for several hours, Clark saw movement.  He issued a challenge – there was no response.  He cried out again and again and “snapped his piece” as a warning.  One-hundred yards away, Russell and other patrolling soldiers heard Clark’s nervous calls but did not believe it was their party being hailed.  Still, Russell laid down next to a tree.  Clark witnessed Russell’s furtive movement just as troops manning the fortified houses implored him to fire.  Clark discharged his musket, killing Russell instantly.

       Seconds later, a sergeant rushed to Clark’s position, informing the “affrighted” private that he had shot a comrade, not a redcoat.  Clark was arrested, but a court of inquiry soon acquitted him of any misconduct and even praised him for “doing his duty as a good soldier” – words that probably did little to assuage his conscience.  The Americans had discovered that even in the absence of the enemy, duty between the siege lines could be deadly.  They had many more lessons to learn before they would drive the British from Boston.  

Materials Referenced:

John Sullivan’s Brigade, Continental Army (Orderly Book, Winter Hill, Cambridge, July 18, 1775 – 27 March, 1776), Revolutionary War Orderly Books, Massachusetts Historical Society.

by Heather Rockwood, Communications Manager

I was recently thinking about Hamilton, the Broadway-hit musical written by Lin-Manuel Miranda and first performed in 2015, and wondered what MHS collection and archive pieces we have that connect to Alexander Hamilton (1757–1804), one of our Founding Fathers. To my delight, I found two letters from him to his sister-in-law, Angelica Schuyler Church (1756–1814). A paragraph in one of the letters that Hamilton wrote compares to words in the musical, specifically in Church’s song, “Take a Break:”

In a letter I received from you two weeks ago

I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase

It changed the meaning, did you intend this?

One stroke and you’ve consumed my waking days

It says

“My dearest, Angelica”

With a comma after dearest

You’ve written

“My dearest, Angelica”

Fans of the musical will know that in this song Church is teasing her brother-in-law about his grammar, and that the score alludes to a rumored flirtatious relationship between the two. These lines from the musical have been dubbed “comma sexting” on the internet. In the letter from 6 December 1787 in the MHS collection, Hamilton wrote to Church:

You ladies despise the pedantry of punctuation. There was a most critical comma in your last letter. It is my interest that it should have been designed; but I presume it was accidental. Unriddle this if you can. The proof that you do it rightly may be given by the omission or repetition of the same mistake in your next.

This paragraph reads as lighthearted sibling banter, and in a letter from Church to Hamilton on 19 February 1796, she called him her “naughty brother.” Some jocular banter between siblings to show off their knowledge, class, style, understanding, and affection is plausible, considering both Church and Hamilton were known for their witty writing. In the 1780s and 1790s, punctuation, spelling, and grammar were not governed by the rules we follow today, and although spelling was becoming standardized at the time of these letters, a comma in the wrong place was common.  

Miranda admitted to taking some artistic license when writing Hamilton. For example, Church was already married by the time her sister, Eliza Schuyler, met Hamilton and later married him. Thus, the musical’s story of Church and Hamilton falling in love at first sight but knowing they couldn’t marry, and Church letting her younger sister marry Hamilton—as the lyrics in “Satisfied” reveal—is not historically accurate.

Read more about Alexander Hamilton in the MHS collection and archives on this Alexander Hamilton Features page.

by Susan Martin, Senior Processing Archivist

I’m returning today to one of my favorite collections here at the MHS, the Perry-Clarke additions. One of the reasons I enjoyed processing this collection so much was because of all the fascinating people it introduced me to. One of them was Cora Huidekoper Clarke (1851-1916).

Cora was a botanist and entomologist, as well as a teacher, writer, and amateur photographer. Considering the rarity of historical material documenting the lives of women scientists, I was intrigued. Unfortunately, very few manuscripts created by Cora are extant. The MHS and a few other repositories, including Harvard, hold small collections of her personal papers.

Cora was born in Meadville, Pennsylvania, but lived most of her life in Boston. Due to poor health as a child, she was educated at home until the age of 13, but soon made up for lost time. She began studying horticulture at 18, and one of her teachers was renowned historian and horticulturalist Francis Parkman at the Bussey Institution in Jamaica Plain.

It didn’t take long for Cora to make a name for herself in scientific circles. She was a member of the Massachusetts Horticultural Society as early as 1871. She served as head of the science department of the first correspondence school in the U.S. and on the council of the Boston Society of Natural History; published papers in scientific journals, sometimes illustrated with her own drawings and photographs; led the botany group of the New England Women’s Club for 35 years; and, in 1884, was elected a fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science. And this is only a partial list of her activities and accomplishments.

Cora’s specialties included mosses, algae, caddisflies, and gall flies. She was so noted for her success in rearing gall flies that several species have even been named after her. Now, I studied library science, not any of your hard sciences, so it’s all a little beyond me, but I understand enough to be impressed!

Interestingly, even though Cora had the resources to travel widely, her focus tended to be local. In an undated typescript in the collection, she wrote:

I have always been more interested in studying the natural history of a limited and defined area close at hand, than in wandering to new and distant regions. […] In vain my sister tries to coax me abroad; “I have nothing to do in England.” “You can study the flowers.” [“]But I do not begin to know the flowers of New England.” Little Massachusetts holds overflowing riches in her generous hands.

If there’s a theme running through Cora’s writings (at least the ones I’ve seen), it’s the importance of appreciating natural wonders in your own neighborhood, even literally right under your feet. In the same typescript quoted above, she described the beauty of Boston’s urban flora, including plants growing in the Back Bay Fens right next to the MHS.

I particularly like this passage, from a piece by Cora called “Friendly Flowers, or Scraping Acquaintance With Wild Flowers, by a Sub-botanist.”

Plants have this advantage over people, that by studying their parts, we can look them up in a book and ascertain their names, homes, families and peculiarities—have you not often wished that we could do this with people? Perhaps we see the same persons morning after morning passing our house or riding in the same car with us, and becoming interested in them in a friendly way, wish we could look in a book and learn their names, families, homes, occupations? We should doubtless learn things about them quite different from what we imagined must be the case.

By Alexandra Moleski, NHD Program Coordinator

Kwaï! Welcome to National History Day in MA 2025! Here at the Massachusetts Historical Society, the NHD in MA team is getting excited for contest season. In preparation, we have been brainstorming topic ideas that relate to this year’s NHD theme, Rights and Responsibilities, to share with students as they begin their project research. I wanted to use this blog post to highlight some MHS sources that could inspire an NHD project. Choosing your NHD topic is a very personal experience, and with November being Native American Heritage Month, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to explore sources in the MHS archives related to my own Wabanaki heritage. 

My search for Wabanaki history in the MHS collections led me down many interesting research avenues, but it begins with the 1830 publication Wo̲banaki kimzowi awighigan, which translates to “Wabanaki learning book.” The book is small and fragile–only about the length of my hand with a blank front cover that is flaking and detaching from the binding.

Despite its delicate condition, I was so excited to find this learning book and I immediately had questions about its origins, particularly its creators. It was published by Crocker and Brewster, a Boston-based publishing company that published many educational works throughout the 19th century. But who was the author, P.P. Wzo̲khilain?

At first, it was difficult to find consistent and reliable information about Wzo̲khilain because he was known by many names throughout his life. P.P. Wzo̲khilain is simply how his name was transliterated into the Latin alphabet for publication. While attending school, he would go by Peter Masta, adopting the last name of his stepfather. But his given name was Pial Pol Osunkhirhine, or Peter Paul Osunkhirine. Osunkhirhine was born in 1799 and grew up in the Abenaki community of Odanak, meaning “to/from the village,” which is in present day Québec, Canada.^[1]

The Abenaki traditionally resided in what is now the northeastern United States and parts of Canada. In the late 17th century, displacement and continuous armed conflict between the British, the French, and their respective tribal allies, pushed some Abenaki to migrate to the St. Lawrence river valley and establish communities, including Odanak. And the Abenaki were not alone in seeking refuge at Odanak–the village was historically diverse, with as many as twenty different Indigenous tribal names connected to it at one time or another.^[2] Residents even included European Christian missionaries and other colonists, some of whom had been taken captive by Abenaki in battle, but when faced with the opportunity of freedom, had chosen to remain at Odanak.

Just as there was a variety of people migrating to Odanak, it was not uncommon for people to venture outside the village as well. At age 22, Osunkhirine traveled 300 miles to Hanover, NH to attend Moor’s Indian Charity School, which was then operating as a branch of the more widely known Dartmouth College. At the charity school, Indigenous students were taught the liberal arts, sciences, European agricultural practices, and to read and write in English, but according to the school’s own mission statement, the purpose of Moor’s was “More Especially for instructing them in the Knowledge & Practice of the Protestant Christian Religion.”^[3] Osunkhirine arrived at Moor’s in 1822 but left after a year due to a dispute regarding tuition payment between school administration and the funder of Osunkhirine’s tuition, the Society in Scotland for Propagating Christian Knowledge in the Highlands and Islands and the Foreign Parts of the World (SSPCK). In 1826, the SSPCK continued to pay tuition and Osunkhirhine was able to continue attending Moor’s.

While in Hanover, Osunkhirhine joined the Congregational Church of Christ and converted to the Protestant sect of Christianity. In 1829, he returned to Odanak and founded his own school, known around the village as the Dartmouth school, in which he taught Abenaki youth the English language and European agricultural practices, believing this would lead them out of the poverty that so heavily impacted Odanak. However, as an Abenaki man and a Protestant in a predominantly Roman Catholic region, Osunkhirine’s founding of the Dartmouth school came with many of its own challenges.

The SSPCK refused to provide long-term funding for the school at Odanak, claiming that its sole purpose was to support Moor’s Indian Charity School back in New Hampshire. Osunkhirhine then sought funding from the government of Lower Canada, but his attempts were blocked by a local Catholic priest who did not want Osunkhirhine preaching Protestantism. The priest would wait until the men of Odanak were away hunting to intimidate Indigenous mothers and prevent them from sending their children to the Dartmouth school. In response, Osunkhirhine rallied support from the chiefs at Odanak and once again appealed to the government of Lower Canada for funds to support his school. This time, both Lower Canada and the local Catholic priest agreed to Osunkhirhine’s school and his teaching religion in it, but only if he did not promote any one sect of Christianity above another.

Osunkhirhine was never deterred by the opposition he faced for his Protestant beliefs. In 1835, the American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions named Osunkhirhine missionary to the Abenaki. Three years later, Osunkhirhine established the first Protestant church at Odanak. In addition to his 1830 learning book, Osunkhirhine would go on to publish the Ten Commandments, Gospel of Mark, and hymns in his native Abenaki, as well as theological essays in English.

So now we have uncovered a glimpse into the life of Pial Pol Osunkhirhine, author of Wo̲banaki kimzowi awighigan. But when I began looking into the author’s background, I did not expect my research to lead me to even bigger questions and ultimately, a discovery about our understanding–or misunderstanding–of Osunkhirhine’s native tongue…

Wli nanawalmezi!

^[1] Henry L. Masta, “When the Abenaki Came to Dartmouth,” Dartmouth Alumni Magazine 21, no. 5 (1929): 303, https://archive.dartmouthalumnimagazine.com/issue/19290301#!&pid=302.

^[2] Gordon M. Day, The Identity of the Saint Francis Indians (University of Ottawa Press, 1981), 10.

^[3] Colin G. Calloway, The Indian History of an American Institution: Native Americans and Dartmouth (University Press of New England, 2010), 7, https://digitalcommons.dartmouth.edu/dartmouth_press/5/.

by Susan Martin, Senior Processing Archivist

In honor of Election Day tomorrow, I searched the MHS stacks for material related to elections. Unsurprisingly we have a lot! One collection I discovered tells the fascinating story of Charles N. Richards of Quincy, Massachusetts, who, in November 1864, traveled all the way home from Washington, D.C. to vote for Abraham Lincoln.

Richards had served in the 13th Massachusetts Infantry during the Civil War, but was mustered out after an injury sustained at Antietam. (He was bayoneted in the jaw.) In 1864, he was 23 years old and working in D.C. at the Senate Stationery Room, the department responsible for supplies. He was a fervent Republican and looked forward to casting his first-ever ballot for Lincoln.

Apparently there was some disagreement over his eligibility to vote in his hometown of Quincy because his mother had been living in Dorchester when he came of age. But when the Quincy town clerk sent him the all-clear, Richards started packing. Unfortunately, though many states offered absentee voting, it was only available to active-duty soldiers. So Richards was going to have to cast an in-person ballot in Massachusetts…about 450 miles away.

He set off on 4 November, recording every step of the grueling journey in his diary.

First he tried to catch the 6:39pm train to New York, but couldn’t even get near it because of the crowds. Everyone seemed to be heading north for the election. Richards eventually boarded the 9:30 train, but at Baltimore, he was told his car would be re-routed back to Washington. He had to get out and walk to the President Street Depot, but just missed the train there.

Two or three hours later, he caught a 2:30am cattle car to Philadelphia. For part of the ride, he sat on a pine board with nothing to lean his back against, and the rest he spent on the crowded floor of a passenger car. The train reached Philadelphia in the wee hours of the morning in the middle of a snow and hail storm. Richards hopped on a streetcar to Kensington Depot (changing three times) and arrived in time to catch the 4:00am train to New York.

He ferried into New York at 11:30pm, quickly devoured a meal—his first since leaving Washington—and crashed at a hotel for the night. He was so exhausted that he slept through a fire in one of the other rooms!

The next day was Sunday. Richards had a steamboat ticket, but there were no boats leaving until Monday evening. Ever resourceful, he made friends with a hospital steward, who finagled him a spot in his car on the 5pm train to Boston. The steward was escorting a number of wounded soldiers home to vote. When asked who they were voting for, they replied that “they voted the same way they fought.”

After changing trains in Boston, Richards finally reached Quincy at 8:30am on 7 November. His trip had taken a total of 59 hours. Every step of the way, passengers and passersby had discussed, argued, cheered, and nearly brawled about the candidates.

Unfortunately, it turned out the question of Richards’s eligibility was unresolved. Contrary to what he’d heard, the town selectmen were still divided on the issue, and the canvassing committee advised him to play it safe and not vote. Richards took their advice, but was disappointed.

It was really a severe blow to me. It was with great reluctance that I gave up the chance to cast my first vote for such a cause as the Union & such a man as Abraham Lincoln. […] I knew no other home [but Quincy], nor never had, nor never wished to, and now to be deprived of the privileges of a citizen, and cut off from the place I loved & labored for was mortifying in the extreme to me.

In fact, Lincoln won the town of Quincy, surprising his supporters and detractors alike. On his return to Washington, D.C., Richards learned the “glorious” news that Lincoln had carried the day and that “thanks to a kind Providence, the Election passed off in quietude & in order.” He fell asleep “with a light heart.”

by Elaine Heavey, Director of the Library

The MHS houses hundreds of photograph collections, mostly family photographs containing posed portraits and candid photos like this one.  In some cases, a family member meticulously labeled every photo, letting us know whose images have been captured for future generations to see.  Other collections are not so well documented, leaving us to guess who, where, and when.   

Take this photo of two young children, maybe seven or eight years old.  The hooded coats say it is a cool day—perhaps a mid-fall day like today.  The image is a bit timeless. When was it taken—1890, 1920, 1950?  Perhaps a fashion expert could guesstimate by examining the style of the coats, but I like to let my imagination run wild when looking at this photo.  Who are these kids? Are they siblings, cousins, friends? Where were they and what were they doing on the day the photo was taken?  And then I create a future for them—based on my musings on the first few questions.   

This has long been one of my favorite photographs held in the MHS collection as it could be a captured moment of any two kids on any day—and I can tell myself a new story each time I look at it.     

Yet as I thought about writing this post, I had to admit that in this case, we know exactly who the children are and when the photo was taken. So, I broke the spell and did some research.  Thanks to a notebook kept by photographer Marian Hooper “Clover” Adams, we know she snapped this photograph of Helen and Adelbert “Del” Hay in Cleveland, Ohio on October 24, 1883.   

Del and Helen were the two eldest of John and Clara Hay’s children.  Clover and her husband Henry Adams were close friends of the Hay’s. On a visit to the Hay’s home Clover snapped this and other photographs of the Hay family.  So, I now know who the kids were, that they were siblings, and that they were playing near their home in Cleveland on the day the photo was taken.  But what was their future? That took a little more research. 

Del’s story was tragically short.  Following in his father’s footsteps he embarked on a diplomatic career upon graduating from Yale.  He served as U.S. Consul in Pretoria during the Boer War, and shortly after his return to the United States was appointed assistant private secretary to President McKinley.  He accepted the post, but he died on June 24, 1901, after falling from a hotel window in Hartford, CT, a week before his post was officially slated to begin. He was 24 years old.    

Helen lived a long and active life.  She published several volumes of original poetry; operated Greentree Stables, raising several hall-of-fame horses and winning twice at the Kentucky Derby, twice at the Belmont Stakes, and several other major races along the way; and engaged in several philanthropic endeavors, including the creation of the Helen Hay Whitney Foundation which supports post-doctoral research in bio-medical science.  Helen Hay Whitney died at the age of 69 in 1944.   

Even knowing all this now, I will still let my imagination create stories for the two kids in the photo each time I have a chance to view it.  But I am grateful to Clover and her notebook for giving me the chance to uncover the true story as well.