Our next stop was along the northern coast of Nova
Scotia to the picturesque town of Pictou. We have found few towns
that have a more defined, or recorded history. As the tale is
told, all that lay around us was the result of a decision made by
one John Pagan, who just prior to 1773, had received a land grand
in Pictou County, Nova Scotia, an undeveloped land inhabited by
Indians. In order to make this land prosper and thus increase his
own coffers, John took a bold step. He placed an advertisement in
an Edinburgh paper announcing, free passage and free land plus
one years worth of supplies for any Scotsman willing to immigrate
to the new land. It was a
hard time in Scotland, and only the English
Nobles owned land, so the list of volunteers grew rapidly. They
were an odd lot, mostly poor, men, women and children, families,
bachelors, and spinsters. Just under two hundred of them, all
told. To get to the new world with as little expense as was
necessary, Pagan hired the services of a broken down old cargo
ship, the "Hector". Designed and intended to carry
stock, it had no facilities for a human cargo, and
none would
be forthcoming. Still the brave band of adventurers, narrowed
down to 187 were loaded into the ship's hold which measured no
more then 85 feet by 22 feet, and on a July morning of 1773, The
good ship Hector left Lock Broom in the western highlands of
Scotland, setting sail for the New World. It was a grueling trek
to say the least. Within days, a gale blew the little ship so far
off course that it would take weeks to recover the lost distance,
then smallpox hit the passengers, leaving 18 dead in its wake.
Food began to run short and water was rationed. Had it not been
for the single piper who was aboard, spirits would have been
dashed. Finally the long overdue arrival to the new land occurred
on September 15 of 1733, some two months after their departure.
With winter hard upon them, they dug in and begin a new life.
Although the hardships were considerable, these people had never
tasted the freedoms afforded them nor the ownership of land, so
precious to their very existence. In time the winter would pass
and the growing season would come. Soon word would get back to
the old country and more ships would be leased and the
immigration to the new world and Nova Scotia would become a
steady stream. With the proud heritage, and formal arrival to the
new land, became a celebrated part of the town's history, as
early as 1923. On September 15th, re-enactors would row ashore in
a long boat to commemorate the landing. Such activities always
generated talk about re-creating the Hector herself. The idea was
a good one but the project was massive. It would have to be
authentic of course, built in the old time tradition wherever
possible, and where could you find the
craftsmen needed for such an undertaking. For
years, the idea grew in popularity until in 1990, armed with an
infusion of funds, and some of the finest antique ship builders
to be had, the keel of the Hector was laid. Supporting this was
the "Hector Heritage Quay", a museum complex and
construction wharf that would be the workshop for years to come,
for the good ship Hector would not be built in a day. Progress by
design was slow, with each piece meticulously placed according to
the original plans. Huge crowds gathered each time a definable
point was reached in construction. Mini-celebrations were
continuous and then on September 15, 2000, the ship slid down the
pole ramp and splashed into the water, a floating replica of the
ship that started it all. Still there was much to be done. The
masts would have to be stepped and this would take another year.
This year on, you guessed it, September 15, the masts will be set
in place and the ship's rigging will began. We walked among the
craftsmen and talked with them as they steamed and wrapped ash
strips around the three large masts laying on the wharf in
preparation to the coming stepping.
There is a carpentry shop and a blacksmith shop
set up on the Quay. Everything that can be made for the ship is
made right there in front of all the spectators. One room holds
the rigging which is being wound by hand. In the corner, a
carver, Keith Matheson, diligently works on the figurehead and
other figurines that will adorn the ship. We found out that
Keith's ancestors came over on the Hector. The construction which
will be taken up by the rigging and the making of the sails will
go on for several more years before the ship is actually ready to
sail in 2003. During the winter months she lay dormant as much of
the work is done outdoors, then in the spring, the workers return
and the adventure continues. It is quite a piece of art. A marvel
of engineering and planning, to have been done by the little town
of Pictou and its hardy inhabitants.
Laura