I’ve been carefully reading the diary entry scanned in from the Prince Edward Island Magazine by Matt Malone, and wondering if it might be possible to reconstruct the secret history yet further. We now have what seems likely to be a name for the person who constructed the cryptogram: while the account gives a number of pointers to specific pieces of historical evidence that could feasibly be tracked down. Hence I thought I’d post a list of possible research leads to follow.

J Crowshay?

What little I can see beyond ancestry.com’s paywall is that a James Crowshay (born 1715?, hence aged 23 in 1738) married a certain Margaret Seuton. This seems to have been in York (according to this Spanish Geneanet page).

Might this J Crowshay have been the same young man who was (according the diary account) a seaman on a brig (presumably sailing out of London) bound for the (then British colony of) Massachusetts in late April or early May 1738 that was accosted by the French sloop L’Aigle (The Eagle); and who was rewarded for his zeal in defending the brig against French pirates by being taken prisoner by them? “The ship escaped without serious injury”, but was most likely relieved of all its cargo (and the single fighty seaman taken prisoner).

The Attacked Brig?

If the account of the French seaman (who had returned to Prince Edward Island to dig up the treasure, but had found his memory wanting) is correct, the ship from which the young seaman was taken prisoner was a brig (only lightly armed merchant ship) on its way to Massachusetts, so probably sailing into Boston.

Might there have been a mention of this action in the Massachusetts press of late May 1738 not long after the brig presumably arrived there?

As far as I can see, there were six newspapers published in Massachusetts during 1738, all from Boston (none of which are in the LOC, while Harbottle Dorr Jr’s newspapers all start from 1765, while BGSU doesn’t list any from 1738 as being freely available on the Internet). GenealogyBank has copies from 1735 for name searches, but behind a paywall.

The newspapers I’d like to have a look at for May 1738 are as follows, two of which are listed on the Massachusetts Historical Society’s ABIGAIL database:
* Boston Evening-Post
* Boston Gazette
* Boston Weekly News-letter
* The Boston Weekly Post-boy (Massachusetts Historical Society: OFFSITE STORAGE SH 18R2 )
* The New England Weekly Journal (Massachusetts Historical Society: OFFSITE STORAGE SH 18XP Q (1733-1738) )

If anyone has shelfmarks in different archives for the other newspapers, please let me know, thanks!

Other newspapers may be listed in (1907) Check-list of Boston Newspapers, 1704-1780, which I haven’t yet consulted.

The Eagle or L’Aigle?

The diary account includes no names or details of the French pirate ship The Eagle (L’Aigle). However, the French seaman telling the story to the diarist relates that the young seaman taken prisoner had in his possession a newspaper account (published “in the city of London”) that detailed how the King (presumably of England) had made a proclamation offering several hundred pounds for the capture of The Eagle.

If this is correct, it should be possible to find a copy of this proclamation – it (and/or any copies of it in the London press) may well have additional information. However, all I have found so far for 1738 relates specifically to Spanish attacks on British shipping than with the French:

Alderman Perry, on the 3d of March [1738] brought into the house of commons a petition from the merchants, planters, and others, interested in the American trade, specifying these articles of complaint, which they recommended to the consideration of the house. This petition with others of a like nature, which produced warm debates, were referred to a committee of the whole house, and an order was made to admit the petitioners to be heard by themselves or by counsel. Sir John Barnard moved for an address to the king, that all the memorials and papers relating to the Spanish depredations, should be laid before the house, which with some alteration proposed by Sir Robert Walpole, was actually presented, and a favourable answer was returned.

This parliamentary debate appears in the History and Proceedings of the House of Commons Vol. 10. The King of England in 1738 was George II, for whose coronation Handel wrote “Zadok The Priest”: his response to the petition made no mention of the French:

Gentlemen,

I Am fully sensible of the many and unwarrantable Depredations committed by the Spaniards; and you may be assured, I will make use of the most proper and effectual Means, that are in my Power, to procure Justice and Satisfaction to my injured Subjects, and for the future Security of their Trade and Navigation. I can make no Doubt, but you will support me, with Chearfulness, in all such Measures, as, in Pursuance of your Advice, I may be necessitated to take, for the Honour of my Crown and Kingdoms, and the Rights of my People.”

Any good suggestions as to where to look next?

Thanks to help from Cipher Mysteries commenters Paul Relkin and Thomas, it became clear that though my initial attempt at cracking the Hollow River Cipher was close, it wasn’t as close as it could have been. Essentially, even though I worked out the upper case / lower case trick and what I thought was a single cipher, it turned out that there were actually two separate ciphers in play (i.e. for lower case letters in the cryptogram) that the encipherer could choose from, either a +1 Caesar Shift or a -2 Caesar Shift.

It then became acutely clear that the otherwise mysterious line “2 = 1. 1 = 3. A = A.” in the cryptogram was therefore the key to the cipher, where the two Hollow River Cipher alphabets are as follows:

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z A  (+1 Caesar Shift)
X Z A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X  (-2 Caesar Shift)

This means that we can decrypt almost all of the cryptogram, leaving only a handful of letters ambiguous. Here are the workings out:

e q E m e g u k O O o k A I k E    [= cryptogram]
F R E N F H V L O O P L A I L E    [= +1 Caesar Shift if lower case]
C O E K C E S I O O M I A I I E    [= -2 Caesar Shift if lower case]
F R E N C H S L O O P L A I L E    [= Most likely plaintext]

i U k e u s k A y q E m E o A Y 10, 1738
J U L F V T L A Z R E N E P A Y 
G U I C S Q I A W O E K E M A Y
G U L F S T L A W R E N E M A Y 10, 1738

o q I u O m E q f U A q c E c e q e y O
P R I V O N E R G U A R D E D F R F Z O 
M O I S O K E O D U A O A E A C O C W O 
P R I S O N E R G U A R D E D C R E W O

m u g O q E
N V H P R E 
K S E M O E 
N S H O R E

k E A i M E y E u s m A U e q A i E
L E A J N E Z E V T N A U F R A J E 
I E A G K E W E S Q K A U C O A G E
L E A G U E W E S T N A U F R A G E

I . u s i o
I . V T J P
I . S Q G M
I . ? ? ? M

g m o k A m w m m O y m I m s E m c y q
H N P L A N X N N O Z N I N T E N D Z R
E K M I A K U K K O W K I K Q E K A W O
E N P L A N U N N O W N I N T E N D W R

E e m u g I o s O O m A k k i U m u A m c s q E A u U q E j I c c E m k I m
E F N V H I P T O O N A L L J U N V A N D T R E A V U R E K I D D E N L I N
E C K S E I M Q O O K A I I G U K S A K A Q O E A S U O E H I A A E K I I K
E C K S H I P T O O K A L L G U N S A N D T R E A S U R E H I D D E N ? I N 

e i u E E I i g s u O m E g U m c q g c A m c E k E n E m Y e w w o u o A k k
F J V E E I J H T V O N E H U N D R H D A N D E L E O E N Y F X X P V P A L L 
C G S E E I G E Q S O K E E U K A O E A A K A E I E L E K Y C U U M S M A I I
F I V E E I G H T S O N E H U N D R E D A N D E L E V E N ? ? ? U P S M A L L

u s q g A o - k I m E g A k e k E m i s g m . y E u s e q O o u O u s g E m e - o
V T R H A P - L I N E H A L F L E N J T H N . Z E V T F R O P V O V T H E N F - P
S Q O E A M - I I K E E A I C I E K G Q E K . W E S Q C O O M S O S Q E E K C - M
S T R E A M - L I N E H A L F L E N G T H N . W E S T F R O M S O U T H E N D - P

I s u o I c c k k E u E e O m c . i e q O y u g A Y .
I T V P I D D L L E V E F O N D . J F R O Z V H A Y .
I Q S M I A A I I E S E C O K A . G C O O W S E A Y .
I T S M I D D L L E S E C O N D . J C R O W S H A Y .

This gives the following net decryption:

FRENCH SLOOP L’AI[G]LE
GULF ST LAWREN[C]E MAY 10, 1738
PRISONER GUARDED CREW ONSHORE
LEAGUE WEST NAUFRAGE
I. ???
MEN PLAN UNNOWN INTEND WRECK SHIP TOOK ALL GUNS AND TREASURE HIDDEN ? IN
FIVE EIGHTS ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN ??? UP SMALL
STREAM – LINE HALF LENGTH N. WEST FROM SOUTH END –
PITS MIDDLLE SECOND. J CROWSHAY.

If the “L’Aigle” was the French Sloop ‘Eagle’ mentioned in the diary entry, then I’m almost certain that the “FIVE EIGHTS” were five 8-pounder cannon boxes. Moreover, my best guess for the final ??? is that this is YDS (i.e. “ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN Y[AR]DS UP SMALL STREAM”).

Hence it seems that what we have managed to decrypt is indeed exactly the kind of treasure map every schoolboy since Treasure Island has fantasized about:

1) TOOK ALL GUNS AND TREASURE HIDDEN ? IN FIVE EIGHTS
2) ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN Y[AR]DS UP SMALL STREAM (i.e. the Hollow River)
3) LINE HALF LENGTH N[ORTH] WEST FROM SOUTH END
4) PITS MIDDLE SECOND
5) [Signed] J CROWSHAY

So, if you walk 111 yards up Hollow River, then follow a line roughly half that length (say, 55 yards) in a north-westerly direction from the south end, you might well find pits containing five eight-pounder cannon stuffed out with treasure. (The “Legend” specifically mentions five pits!)

Of course, I’d say that there’s a 90+% chance that this Hollow River Treasure has been cleared out or robbed out over the centuries (particularly given what was related in the “Legend” article), but you can never be 100% sure of what’s still there, eh? So… do we have any Cipher Mysteries readers on Prince Edward Island? (Asking is free, right? 🙂 )

Here, courtesy of Cipher Mysteries reader Matt Malone, is a new historical cipher that he calls the “Hollow River Cipher”, which he found in a magazine from the early 1900s called “The Prince Edward Island Magazine” while on vacation. (There are 67 issues scanned online here from 1899 to 1905, so other interesting stories may well be lurking there for the persistent.)

The first part of the story, related by Mr Senachie, was on pages 163-164 of the July 1900 edition:

This mentioned a pair of strange rectangular pits that appeared near the Hollow River around 1840 one March, that some thought might be to do with treasure pits.

A follow-on article by “D. A. W.” appeared on pages 241-248 of the October 1900 edition:

This related a story copied from “a remnant of a comprehensive diary”, dated 1749, that described a cryptogram dated 1738 that the diary writer had found written on folded parchment in a floating bottle, as well as a story of how some treasure was buried (allegedly in 1738) in similar size holes to the ones (presumably uncovered by the winter’s frost) found in 1840.

All the pages can be conveniently found on a single imgur webpage, courtesy of Matt Malone. Or, if you want to download all the pages in one go, Matt has very kindly placed a single zipfile here.

The Hollow River Cipher

Of course, we cipher people have long learnt not to put too much trust in the stories that end up backfilled around unsolved ciphers (e.g. the Beale Ciphers etc). Rather, we must instead start with the cryptogram itself as reproduced in the PEI Magazine:

Here’s my transcription of the cryptogram in the magazine:

e q E m e g u k O O o k A I k E              |    m u g O q E
i U k e u s k A y q E m E o A Y 10, 1738     |  k E A i M E y E u s m A U e q A i E
2 = 1.          1 = 3.        A = A.         |    I. u s i o
o q I u O m E q f U A q c E c e q e y O      |  g m o k A m w m m O y m I m s E mc y q
E e m u g I o s O O m A k k i U m u A m c s q E A u U q E J I c c e m k I m
e i u E E I i g s u O m E g u m c q g c A mc E k E n E m Y e w w o u o A k k
u s q g A o-k I m E g A k c k E m i s g m. y E u s eq O o u O u s g E m e-o
I s u o I c c k k E u E e O m c. i eq O y u g A Y.

My initial decryption notes:
1) the letters appears to have been spaced apart for clarity (which is nice)
2) the two panels of lines 1-4 appear to be intended to be read left-half then right-half
3) the top left of lines 1-2 is probably the place/date where/when the note was composed
4) the left half of line 3 appears to have a somewhat mysterious structure
5) some pairs of letters have no space between: mc (lines #4 and #6), eq (lines #6 and #7)
6) there are a few hyphens and a few full stops, almost all in the final two lines.
7) having been found off Canada, the plaintext language is probably French or English

Now, I could leave this for my readers to figure out (which is what Klaus Schmeh does with his messages found in bottles)… but many apologies, becauseI’ve basically cracked most of it already. So here’s what it (mostly) says:

Nick’s Decryption

Using the above transcription carefully, CryptoCrack was able to help move me far enough in the right direction to work out the basic idea behind this cryptogram. The big trick is that only lower case letters are enciphered, i.e. upper case letters are completely unenciphered (and these are usually vowels).

Once you’ve got that idea worked out, you then have to try to read past the inevitable enciphering errors and copying errors that cryptograms almost always include. (Here we have parchment -> diary -> copy of diary -> article passed to editors -> article typeset in magazine.)

Where a letter seems to have been omitted in the plaintext, I’ve inserted an underscore. A few letters have been manually corrected to the most probable, but it’s pretty much all as it should be:

eqEmegukOOok_AI_kE
FRENCHSLOOPL'AIGLE

iUkeuskAyqEm_EoAY10,1738
GULFSTLAWRENCEMAY10,1738

2 = 1.   1 = 3.   A = A.
(No idea what these mean)

oqIuOmEqfUAqcEceqeyO
PRISONERQUARTERCREWO

mugOqE
NSHORE

kEAiMEyEusmAUeqAiE
LEAGUEWESTNAUFRAGE ---- ("naufrage" = "shipwreck" in French)

I.usio
I.STGM   (no idea about this bit)

gmokAm_wm_mOymImsEmcyq
ENGLANDUNKNOWNINTENDWR    ("England" is a bit of a guess here, though very close)

EemugIosOOmAkkiUmuAmcsqEAuUqEJIccemkIm
EFNSHIMTOONALLGUNSANDTREASUREHIDDENLIN

eiuEEIigsuOmEgumcqgcAmcEkEnEmYewwouoAkk
FGSEEINGITSONEISDTHDANDELE?ENYFUUMSMALL

usqgAo-kImEgAkckEmisgm.yEuseqOuOusgEme-o
STREAM-LINEHALDLENGTHN.WESTFROSOSTHENF-M

IsuoIcckkEuEeOmc.ieqOyugAY
ITSMIDDLLESEFOND.GFROWSHAY

My best guess is that “GFROWSHAY” is the name of the English sailor writing this note, though there may well be errors in his name. 🙁 And might the “SMALL STREAM” be the Hollow River (which was indeed little more than a creek)?

Overall, here’s my attempt at reconstructing the enciphering table, though many of the cryptogram’s slips and miscopies have made it hard to be 100% certain:

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
C - D - F Q H - G - L - N - M - R - T - S - U - W -

My best guess is that “2 = 1. 1 = 3. A = A.” is somehow an aide-memoire for the cipher table. But I don’t know exactly how.

But It’s Not All Over Yet…

Tantalizingly, the lines containing the phrase “ALL GUNS AND TREASURE HIDDEN” onward are extremely hard to make out. So now that I’ve got this started, this is where my talented readers come in, to try to resolve all the genuinely difficult stuff that I’m unable to.

What can you clever people make of the rest of this? Does it describe where to find treasure? 🙂

In 1992, the American Congress ruled that all documents related to President Kennedy’s death should be released within 25 years: and when President Trump raised no objection last October, that is essentially what happened. Except, of course, that there were still numerous redactions. (Did you really believe it would be otherwise? *sigh*)

Arguably one of the most interesting set of documents released has a specifically crypto angle. Flight Sergeant David F. Christensen claimed that in the run up to Kennedy’s death, he had intercepted an encrypted communication between certain individuals in the Cuban Government and an individual well known in the organized crime world, plotting the assassination. His attempts to get the intercept to NSA were thwarted, causing him (he claimed) to have a mental breakdown, a divorce, etc etc.

Conversely, others say that this never happened; that searches of the files revealed nothing (“recognizing that most records from this period no longer exist“); that Christensen suffered from alcoholism and family problems, etc etc.

I can’t judge either way: but I thought it would be good (a) to include links to the various NSA scans and (b) to properly transcribe the letter Christensen wrote. Which is what I did here. 🙂

Links to the Various NSA Scans

jfk00205.pdf
jfk00232.pdf
jfk00244.pdf
jfk00234.pdf

Mr. Blakey stated that he did not know who the crime figure is: Christensen’s
supervisor, Sgt Praeter (actually “Prater”) refused to send this
traffic to NSA and this, he alleges, eventually caused him to have
a mental breakdown.

jfk00257.pdf
jfk00258.pdf
jfk00259.pdf
jfk00262.pdf

(Please let me know if I’ve missed any out, thanks!)

The Letter Itself

The letter from Christensen to his former colleague Sgt Michael B. Stevensen at “Corry” Field, Florida is included here:

jfk00235.pdf (redacted), and
docid-32270296.pdf (unredacted) [thanks to Byron Deveson for this link!]

David F. Christensen
V.A. Hospital
Sheridan, WY 82801

Nick,

Well after 13 1/ 2 years I finally found out your whereabouts. Dam, its
been a long time since Kirknewton, Scotland, and the beer we drank on the
beach and the club. Had to get your address from the outfit in Texas.

Nick, whatever happened to Sgt Prater. If you know his whereabouts please.
send me his address. How in the hell have you been doing?

Nick, I had a nervous breakdown. Plus in 74 my leg shattered in over a
hundred places. Things have really gone to hell for me. I’m working with
the vets benefits counseler, who is a ex 203. Speaking of 203’s where the hell
is Frenchy? You know the little guy. What I’m going to say is no longer
classified, so don’t get all shit shook. I’ve done checked it out.

Christ, you remember the position I worked at, in Sgt Praters section, don’t
you? You remember about a month or 6 weeks before I left Scotland, when I picked
up a link mentioning the assassination of President Kennedy. How hard I tried
to get it sent out, and because of that fuckin Forney and Delaughter they wouldn’t
send it to NSA. Since I have learned that the man’s name; most mentioned was
number 4 in a certain branch of organized crime at the time. Was number 2 last
year. I will send you a form for proof of claim. This guy here “the 203” says
I should be getting a service connected disability for my nerves. The “link was”
Lisbon to Tangiers you remember. How I got my ass chewed for not dropping the
link. Have learned that this branch of crime often will put out a feeler of
forthcoming things. By sending it as a practice message.

Nick it really broke me up after Nov. 22, 63. Especially when I had it all
before hand. It was first like the 202’s said, Ha. I was nuts when the Russians
first came out with the ITI & B’s. Later proved them wrong didn’t I. That was
another first for us as I recall. Duane Bruntz from Baker trick put up a good
support of my claim. I’m sending you this certified so to make sure you get it.
As I recall you should be able to B.S. them good enough to help me. I know it
cost me a divorce and every thing from my wife. Christ, you remember Marlene,
don’t you? That good looking little 1/2 Indian girl from N. Dak. Nick when
you get this form send it back to me and I’ll let the vets benefit guy to send
it in. Being a M.Sgt I think you know how to bull shit pretty good . Also do
you know Sgt Harley and Sgt Willy Hendrickson’s address. I guess old Garnett K.
Tatum
retired. Wonder what gehto, he is living in, Ha!

What in the hell are you doing in Florida, any how? Be sure to put
emphasis on my nerves going to hell and not giving a shit about my work after
the interception of the message.

Y Y Prosign

Your old buddy from the Berkely Bar

Suggestions for filling in the redacted gaps (and there are certainly many gaps here) will be gratefully received, thanks!

As to the “Prosign” line (Prosigns were groups of Morse code letters run together without any pauses between them), I know that VY = very, YF = wife, YL = young lady, but what does YY mean?

What happened to David F. Christensen?

Apart from knowing (from his letter) that he married Marlene from North Dakota and was in a V.A. Hospital in Sheridan WY, I have little biographical information on David Frederick Christensen. The only grave I found for that name was in Arlington National Cemetery for an infant (born 22 Nov 1957, died 23 Nov 1957, son of O. E. Christensen), and who was therefore not the same person at all.

Perhaps Cipher Mysteries readers with access to proper databases will be able to find out more about former USAF Flight Sergeant David F. Christensen, who was listed here as working at the USAF listening station at RAF Kirknewton in Scotland. As normal, feel free to leave comments below. 🙂

*** UPDATE ***

Here is a link to an online memorial to David Frederick Christensen (he died in 2008):

David passed away Monday, December 22, 2008 at his home in Killdeer, ND. David Frederick Christensen was born January 26, 1942 to Ole and Hazel (Lodnell) Christensen in Dickinson, ND. He grew up on a ranch near Halliday and attended schools, graduating from Halliday High School in 1960. David and Marlene Burr were married in 1960 and to this union two sons were born, Michael and David. David enlisted in the US Air Force and served with the Radio Intelligence in the Scotland Unit. He was honorably discharged in 1963. He then returned to the home ranch in the Halliday area. David began working in the oilfields, which took him to various places in the western United States. He enjoyed rodeos, playing pinochle and time spent with his family. David is survived by his two sons; Michael (Bobbie) Christensen, Rapid City, SD and David (Georgette) Christensen, Apple Valley, MN; a first cousin, Patricia (Pat)( Phil) Braeger, Watertown, SD; six grandchildren, Haley Christensen, Tyler Christensen, Jordan Christensen, Justin Christensen, Benjamin Christensen and Kendra Christensen. He is preceded in death by both parents.

An open question to the house, really: even though I have all manner of books and papers relating to other cipher mysteries, it struck me as odd a few days ago that I have next to nothing on the Zodiac Killer that I’d consider any sort of capsule library on the subject.

Despite his love of Americana, the section on the Zodiac Killer in Craig Bauer’s Unsolved is no more than a starting point (and that whole strand didn’t really end too well, in my cryptological opinion).

Conversely, I’m not sure I have enough pinches of salt to consume Robert Graysmith’s meisterwerken on the subject. Or is that just par for the whole Crazy Golf course, a necessary initiation of pain so you have been through the same awfulness as everyone else?

What I want is a Zodiac Killer book that sensibly describes each of the confirmed murders, the messages he definitely sent and all of the extant evidence (e.g. stamps, hairs, saliva, fingerprints, palmprints, DNA): and also discusses the murders that Zodiac claimed but didn’t carry out himself, and the messages attributed to him but which very probably weren’t by him.

But is this just too dreamily rational and sensible to hope for?

The logic is ineluctably Vulcan: unsolved historical ciphers are cool… novelists like to lard their books with cool stuff… ergo here’s yet another cipher mystery novel to review.

The book’s author, Jess Lourey, is a Sociology/English professor: and if I told you that she also lectures in creative writing, you may have a good idea of where this is going.

Firstly, the bad stuff: anyone who doesn’t like the sound of reading all-italics flashback chapters telling how the two main young women protagonists shared ice cream and cookies and tried different hair styles when they were growing up together probably isn’t going to be able to last to the end of the book. I certainly had to grit my teeth fairly hard to get through some of these. These bits were more chick than lit, let’s say.

Also, anyone who finds it difficult to buy in to novels where the main characters are stalked across the country by spectacularly sadistic and implausible assassins (say, like The Da Vinci Code) may find their copy of the book involuntarily sailing across the room at some point (personally, I found page 79 quite challenging in this respect).

The good news is that Lourey has done a fair bit of cipher mystery lurking and looking, and presents the Beale Ciphers reasonably accurately (I doubt I’d be spoiling anyone’s read if I said that various of the protagonists make their way to a well-known vault in Virginia).

Overall, though, the plot plays out like an all-female National Treasure remake, complete with national monuments, suitably appropriated historical figures, and more hidden compartments than you can shake Nic Cage’s torso at (there’s even Alcatraz in there for Cage completists). Though rather than Science vs Religion or Black vs White or Blue vs Red or even Humans vs Insects (Philip K. Dick short story reference), Lourey pitches Evil Rich Men vs Idealistic Poor Women as her two Conspiratorial axes. Which is nice.

Cryptologically, Salem’s Cipher itself (one of the protagonists is called Salem) appears at the start, where Salem figures out a way of using Charles Babbage’s work to power quantum cryptology. But this promptly disappears, making it not so much a Chekhovian gun as a Checkhovian RPG. But perhaps it will reappear in Book 3. (Book 2 is set in Europe, but hopefully will manage not to reprise Garfield 2.)

Is Salem’s Cipher worth reading? To me, it feels like a slightly awkward cross-over, a chick lit feminists-save-the-world spin on the clunky mainstream crumb-trail cipher mystery Americana chase thriller genre: and if that description doesn’t put you off, you should probably get yourself a copy ASAP. 🙂

In the somewhat 2d world of anime fandom, fans (whether Weeaboo or Wapanese) express their like / preference / undying love for a specific female character within a given anime / show / political party / whatever by describing them as their ‘best girl‘, e.g. “Kim Pine = Totally. Best. Girl. Ever.”, or “Angela Merkel ist meine Best Girl” (possibly, though perhaps only if you happen to think German politics is a bit two-dimensional).

Are Voynich researchers as shallow as this? I wouldn’t like to say. But if you asked me for my personal vote for Voynich best girl (ok, “best nymph”), it would have to go to one of the three crowned zodiac nymphs.

There’s Miss Cancer (where I think the crown is clearly a later addition)…

voynich-crown-in-cancer

…Miss Leo (where the crown seems original)…

voynich-crown-in-leo

…and Miss Libra (where I think the crown is also a later addition)…

voynich-crown-in-libra

Of the three, Miss Leo would appear to be the real deal, a specific ‘red letter’ day within the zodiac calendar that the author was so strongly attached to that he/she felt compelled to mark its date with a crown while composing the page (as if to prove my point, you can even see the red paint within the crown). And who, later, then also felt compelled to try to visually conceal its presence (to a certain degree, admittedly) by adding two spurious crowns to other non-red-letter day zodiac nymphs.

Hence Miss Leo is my Voynich best girl, original crown and all. And why ever would anyone think a different nymph could be better than that? I mean, what kind of Voyanese loser would say that one of those poxy balneo nymphs was his/her Voynich best girl? Now that would be completely insane, right? :-p

To summarize, we have a 1716 treasure map from Philadelphia that leads to a particular small brick building in Cherry Garden, leading downwards from the southeastern corner of Society Hill to the Delaware River.

In the early 18th century, Cherry Garden was (as its name suggests) gardens, apart from a single building: while in the 21st century, the whole area East of South Front Street is now empty, save car parks and grass verges that were cleared during the construction of the Interstate I-95. All of which might possibly trick you into thinking that this land has always been empty of buildings.

But if you did, you’d (of course) be wrong. And here’s why…

The 601 Block

In the previous post, we saw how Commodore Stephen Decatur (1779-1820) grew up on what is now South Front Street’s 600 block. According to this 1935 source, Stephen Decatur’s “father’s home in 1801 was No. 261, now No. 611 South Front Street”. (p.137)

More recently, there was also the (now long-demolished) John Hart House at 601 South Front Street:

The same source also has a nice picture of 603 South Front Street:

The 701 block

As late as the 1840 map of Philadelphia, Shippen Street only went as far East as Front Street:

But by the time the area block appears in Ernest Hexamer’s 1860 map of Philadelphia, the long block has been divided into the 601 block and the 701 block. Here, the 701 block is – just like the 601 block a few feet to the North – full of tightly packed houses:

Hence we can see that this is not a nice Roman villa under an undisturbed field scenario: rather, there is already a nice load of archaeology to potentially be contended with here.

The Franklin Sugar Refinery

When a sea-change in business hit Philadelphia in the second half of the 19th century, this part of the city was transformed: and the incoming tide was one of white sugar, or (rather) the need to build a refinery to produce white sugar. This was the Franklin Steam Sugar Refinery (later the Franklin Sugar Refinery): there’s a nice 2013 article on the company courtesy of The Inquirer (philly.com), which includes details of how the company kept its refining tricks secret:

[…] in order to mystify New York refiners eager to learn its trade secrets, it was equipped with a Willy Wonkalike room crammed with pipes and valves that was entirely a sham; the valves would regularly be opened and closed to no actual purpose, their job simply to throw industrial spies off the scent.

In the 1872 map, we can see the changes to the building on Front Street, together with the Widow Maloby’s Tavern on the opposite corner (700 South Front Street):

We can also see clearly the relative offset between Widow Maloby’s Tavern (at 700 South Front Street) and the northwestern corner of the Franklin Sugar Refinery building complex:

By 1886, we can see (again, thanks to Ernest Hexamer) the sugar refinery’s building sprawl:

Here’s the matching ground plan, which includes lots of cellarage because the site was built upon a slope going down to the Delaware:

And here’s a closeup of the 701 block in 1886, with South Front Street on the left:

When The Molasses Run Dry…

Of course, despite the sugar rush, all good things must come to an end: and so the buildings on South Front Street became warehouses in the 20th century:

The building itself was demolished in 1967, and the by-now-more-than-somewhat-run-down area was flattened and cleared to make way for Interstate I-95: which is the state in which we find it now.

So, Where Do We Start The Geophys?

From my perspective, it seems as though the 701 (top left) corner of the site goes right over the site of the building facing Shippen Street in the early maps. So it looks to me as though the 701 block was built right on top of the cottage we’re looking for. There may just be a small piece of the original sticking out to the North, but this is perhaps a little unlikely.

So there doesn’t seem to be much hope of finding the cottage. However, locating the top-left corner of the factory building would be a nice confirmation of where things were (though note that we also know that South Front Street was 50′ wide at this point).

As a reminder of the original letter:

9 – Measure exactly 45 foot from that Porch along the lane due South
10 – there you will find a Stone post in the ground if not moved which may
11 – be easily done by accident or perhaps by makeing a Neu fence : 3 foot
12 – or perhaps 4 foot west from the s[ai]d stone is a Chist 4 and a half foot long 2 foot
13 – broad and half foot and the same depth accordingly being about 6 foot from the
14 – bottom of the Chist to the surface of the Ground.

As described here, it seems to me that the “Stone post” / “Neu fence” is almost certainly a boundary marker: and it also seems likely to me that the 50′ width of South Front Street is something that was measured out right in the earliest days of the town. As a result, all the building work to the East of South Front Street would have been carried out strictly behind that boundary marker.

Hence I think there is a good chance that the “Chist” described in the letter was buried beneath South Front Street itself, in the days long before tarmac and modern road construction. And who’s to say that it isn’t still there? 😉

Thanks to the help of commenter Thomas, we now have an excellent online source for the brick-built Cherry Garden cottage, courtesy of the American Philosophical Society Museum and the Ghost Gardens, Lost Landscapes? exhibition put together by Erin McLeary.

The cottage in Cherry Garden

This contained not only John Fanning Watson’s drawing of the cottage from about the 1820s (“courtesy of the Library Company of Philadelphia”)…

…but also its location, 39° 56′ 24.6474″ N, 75° 8′ 37.86″ W : “Now 313 S Front St, vis-a-vis Shippen St”.

Note that modern Philadelphia’s Bainbridge Street was old Philadelphia’s Shippen Street: and that Shippen Street originally stopped at Front Street. Hence the (now archaic) use of vis-a-vis, “in a position facing a specified or implied subject“, i.e. ‘on South Front Street facing Shippen Street’.

So we can see that by 1796, the Cherry Garden plot had been divided into lots and sold (as per the 1756 advertisements in the Pennsylvania Gazette I mentioned before). This was presumably broadly the same state in which John Fanning Watson saw the remains of the site.

As a sidenote, the only online record I found relating to 313 S Front St is from an 1859 letter written by a John McKay in Michigan, who gives the address (presumably) of where one of his sons (also called John McKay) is living in Philadelphia (all courtesy of the Irish Emigration Database). (Oddly, Google seems to find this page only occasionally.). The modern block numbering would be 613 South Front Street.

But before we move on, let’s briefly look a little closer at the (unannotated) 1796 map:

It seems highly likely, then, that John Fanning Watson was talking about the remains of the single house we can see on the 1796 map immediately facing Shippen Street, whose south wall (appears to have) lined up with the north wall of the house on the southwestern corner opposite it.

Google Streetview

In modern-day Philly, Bainbridge Street cuts a little across Front Street, before abruptly screeching to a halt in front of the Interstate I-95.

There are no houses of any sort East of South Front Street, just a small car park, with grassy verges on both sides:

The three houses on the west side south of the crossroads are all from the eighteenth century (all built by Nathaniel Irish), and so weren’t there in 1716 when the letter was written:

700 South Front Street – 1764 – Widow Maloby’s Tavern (on the right)

702 South Front Street – 1767 – Capt. Thomas Moore House (in the middle)

704 South Front Street – 1763-1769 – Nathaniel Irish House (on the left)

A (now long-gone) house on the same block as (old block numbering) 313 S Front St was (new block numbering) 611 South Front Street, which according to the 1909 “Publication No. 5” of the City Historical Society of Philadelphia (it says here) was “the home of early U.S. naval hero [Commodore] Stephen Decatur” (1779-1820), famed for his attacks on Barbary pirates:

Decatur was widely believed to have been the greatest, bravest President the US never quite had (he died in a duel at 41). Here’s the Philadelphia historical marker put up in his honour:

In one of those awful coincidences historians like to both notice and note, Shippen Street was renamed Bainbridge Street in honour of Commodore William Bainbridge (1774-1833), who was also Stephen Decatur’s second in his fatal duel. According to naval historian Alexander Slidell Mackenzie, Bainbridge was so jealous of Decatur’s success that he rigged the rules of the duel (only eight paces!) in order that both duellists were likely to be killed.

Anyway, now you know that here we (virtually) are on Bainbridge Street, within a few feet of where Decatur grew up.

So… Why Don’t We Just Go Dig, Then?

Slow down! I’ve only managed to cover the history of the site around the area. I’ve got lots to write up about the site itself yet (coming up next), which should help inform the whole industrial archaeology thing. Once that’s all in place, perhaps a bit of geophys would indeed be nice. 😉