Well, lucky me, I did work there. Now you ask, who am I? Well, I am the bell that rang for many a year in the Gloucester Ferry Company belfry.
I rang when the boats came into the slips, and I rang again when they departed for Philadelphia.
Back in those days the air was fresh and crisp.
The river was clean and full of shad waiting to be caught and served in the many hotels that were built along the Gloucester City shoreline – a 3.5 mile, scenic stretch of land.
In 1865, I was owned by a Mr. Wm. Farr and Mr. A. Heckman.
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