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Volume 37 Issue 11 • July 5 - 11, 2007
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Mapping the Middle Moors

by Frances Kartunen

After turning right off Polpis Road and heading into the Middle Moors, about half way to Altar Rock there is a chance to turn right again on a road that headsback toward the town of Nantucket. Roughly parallel to Polpis Road, this unpaved road skirts Taupawsha’s Swamp before devolving into an overgrown bridle path.  Scattered along both sides of the road are several lovely little kettle-hole ponds.  Around them high-bush blueberries ripen in late July, and at water’s edge can be found tiny insect-eating sundews.  In autumn the bright blue eyes of the scattered ponds punctuate a patchwork of bright red blueberry leaves, soft green bayberry, rusty scrub oak, and purplish grasses—a sight best appreciated from the air on approach to or departure from the Nantucket airport.

These ponds were created at the end of the last ice age by chunks of glacial ice melting away into the ground.  The bottoms of the resulting depressions impinge upon Nantucket’s current water table, so seeping ground water keeps the ponds more or less full.  Their fluctuating water levels have been an object of fascination for countless generations of island residents.

At the end of the 19th century and through the first half of the 20th, the landscape around the ponds was almost free of brush.  This openness was the legacy of sheep grazing the moors for a couple of centuries.  Since then, scrub oak has gradually encroached on the ponds, making access to their shores more difficult.

For most of the 20th century, Nantucketers called them the Foot Ponds.  Previously they were called the Poot Ponds, while nowadays one hears them called the Pout Ponds. Each spelling has its story.  For people who have heard them called “Foot Ponds,” they resemble water-filled footprints left by a giant stomping across the swampy ground.

Quite a different story has been attached to the “Poot Ponds,” however.  “Poot” is the Wampanoag word for “whale,” and back on February 28, 1829, the Nantucket Inquirer printed a putative Indian legend about whales taking shortcuts between Nantucket Sound and the Atlantic Ocean by swimming directly under the island.  In this story, each little Poot Pond offered a place for whales to surface, spout, and breathe. The contributor of the story to the newspaper said he had received it from his great-grandfather, putting its origin back to the days when Wampanoags were still a living presence on Nantucket.

Why have people started to call them the “Pout Ponds”?  This pronunciation goes back to spelling on the Rev. Ferdinand C. Ewer’s 1869 map of Nantucket.

Ewer was a clergyman by vocation but an avid geologist by avocation.  In the years after the Civil War, he tramped over every inch of Nantucket, trying to understand its glacial history.  In 1869, he published a map that has gone through many a reprinting in years since.  Once it was Nantucket’s most accurate and detailed map, a worthy successor to William Mitchell’s 1838 map of the island. Today it is a nostalgia piece, a reminder of days gone by before erosion altered Nantucket’s shores.

Particularly striking on Ewer’s map is the long spit of land extending westward from Madaket.  Up through the summer of 1869 it was still possible to drive a horse and wagon from Nantucket Island to Tuckernuck Island by following this spit out to its end and then fording some shallow water. The last person to do so was a man named Isaac Folger, who made the trip before a September storm of that year created a dangerous breach known as “the opening.” The spit has long since disappeared, and currently new developments are taking place in those waters, with sandy little islands beginning to emerge from shoals.

Erosion along the South Shore has pushed the beach back so far that Nanahuma’s Neck has connected with it, dividing off Clark’s Cove from Hummock Pond. The Forked Ponds and Little Mioxes Pond are gone, and only a vestige of Weeweder Pond remains. In town, Micah’s Pond, near the west end of India St, is utterly lost. Only on Ewer’s map do these live on as once they were.

Ewer’s map has inspired any number of people to tramp the island as he did in order to check its accuracy. As Ewer himself predicted, it has been found to be a bit off in its details.  Nonetheless, he packed into it a vast amount of information, including many place names that would otherwise have been forgotten long ago were it not for the ubiquitous presence of his map on walls of Nantucket’s public places reminding us of those names and places.

That ubiquity makes the Ewer map more of an unimpeachable authority than it perhaps should be.  If one finds Miacomet Pond on the map, one sees that it is written “Miacomet.”  But if one looks up at Ewer’s timeline, under the year 1673 one sees the spelling “Hyacomet.” For the same year we see the spelling “Sherborne,” for the English town, while under the year 1795 it is spelled “Sherburne.”  Inspection can probably turn up other variations that may have been quite unintentional on the part of Rev. Ewer. And so we come to “Pout Ponds.”  Where “Pout” is printed, Ewer probably intended “Poot.” Enshrined on the map, “Pout” has lately spread to other maps, become the name of a road, and given rise to a pronunciation Ewer would probably not have recognized.

With a new pronunciation, can a new legend be far behind? What is there about these little ponds that could make a person pout? Perhaps there should be a contest.

Frances Karttunen’s book, The Other Islanders: People Who Pulled Nantucket’s Oars, is available at bookstores and from Spinner Publications, New Bedford. Look for Law and Disorder in Old Nantucket in bookstores this summer.

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