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IGNACE PLUMADORE
Plamondon (a name misspelled Plumadore), was born at Macinaw, Mich., 1781 Has father was French, his mother, an Indian woman. A fur trader, taking: a fancy to the boy, and to his little sister, brought them Vermont to educate them. Ignace was then .about 9, and his sister 7 years of age. In advanced' life, Mr. Plumadore remembered distinctly making the long journey on pony and of often falling from ^the horse. The children were placed in school and made good progress, in learning.
After completing his studies, Plumadore with the consent of the man who had brought him East, returned to Michigan to see his Indian kindred, when, lo! he found that the whole tribe had disappeared from that section, and although he spent three or four years in trying to learn whither they had gone, or what had been their fate he could find no trace of them. Returning East he found his sister had married. Having now no tie to bind him to any place, he sorrowfully bade his sister good-bye and saying also good-bye to the haunts of civilized men he took to the woods to follow the life of hunter and trapper. After wandering about for a time be finally made his way to this place, where he early took up some land, just back of the place on which Adolphua Taylor settled. Many are the stories told of his adventures in the forest at that early day. He was the first to "discover Wolf Pond, and the Pond which bears his name. On© day n winter, he was following up his line of sable traps on what was after-wards named Plumadore Pond, when he saw a wolf chase a deer down to the pond. The deer fell into a hole in the ice and was drowned The wolf, thus losing his prey, and seeing the Indian upon the ice, ran back to the shore and set up tremendous howling, when it seemed to Plumadore there were answering cries from all parts of the forest, as if an hundred wolves were gathering on the shore. He was armed only with a frying pan and a knife, though he had two good rifles in his shanty, a little distance away.- Six wolves pressed upon him coming so near that the froth from their hungry jaws flew upon him. but he managed to keep them at arms-end with his frying pan—he all the time aiming to work his way to the shore where he might get his back to a tree, and thus more easily keep the wolves at bay. In this he was successful, and escaped. At another time, he so injured his foot while on a hunting expedition, many miles from any human habitation, that he was obliged to lie :n his shanty several weeks and only kept himself from starvation by catching trout with a pin hook, which he baited mostly With red flannel shreds torn from his hunting shirt.
March 27 ??—When Ignace Plumadore was living on the place, later owned by Cardinal Chapman he was In the habit of working on his farm through the weak and then taking his gun and dog, on Saturday night,
going over to Ingraham Pond, to send Sunday in hunting and fishing, returning just at night to his
farm. Returning thus one Sunday near sunset, he paused on the brow of a hill, for at the foot by a little
stream, he saw a fine buck standing, and strangely enough, as fact seemed to him, his dog crouched at his feet, refusing to move a camp. Raising his rifle, he took careful aim and fired. The deer did not fall or move,
and he .reloaded his gun, and fired again—with the same result as far as the deer was concerned. Ten times he shot, and the dear did not stir, but at the eleventh shot, he sprang across the stream, and turned, facing the astonished Plumadore, to whose excited fancy, he now seemed larger than an ox. At the same time he heard an unearthly noise, then the deer vanished instantly out of sight. Plumadore hastened home fully believing he had seen His Satantanic Majesty, and it is said he never afterward was known to hunt on Sunday.
Mr. Plumadore married an Irish lady, but somehow the "course of love" did not ring smooth, and after living together several years, they I separated. Several years before his death, he became a member of the Methodist church. He died in Duane, about 1879, aged about 98 years. He was living- at the time with Mr. and Mrs. Spicer, at Deer River Bridge. He is buried in the East Duane cemetery No stone marked his grave for many years, when it occurred to the writer that one of the very early settlers of Chasm Falls should have at least a stone to mark his last resting place.. The wife’s friends, Steenberg and Felton, of Malone, offered him a stone, if he would pay for the inscription, which he did. and in due time the marker was set at the head of the big grave.Plamondon (a name misspelled Plumadore), was born at Macinaw, Mich., 1781 ago Has father was French, his mother, an Indian woman. A fur trader, taking: a fancy to the boy, and to his little sister, brought them Vermont to educate them. Ignace was then .about 9, and his sister 7 years of age. In advanced' life, Mr. Plumadore remembered distinctly making the long journey on pony and of often falling from ^the horse. The children were placed in school and made good progress, in learning
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