when in 1789 gen. aaron z. woolwine founded this place all the best palestinian names, such as philadelphia, lebanon and bethlehem, were already taken in pennsylvania, so he called it new damascus; and this name when he thought of it was perfect. the damascenes were famous artificers in metal. he imagined even a geographical resemblance,—a plain bounded on one side by a river and on the other three by mountains representing the heights of anti-lebanon.
he resolved a city and that its character should be presbyterian, and entered in his diary a prophecy. with ore, coal and limestone in providential propinquity, with a river for its commerce to walk upon and with that spirit of industry which he purposed to teach and exemplify, aye, if necessary to require, new damascus should wax in the sight of the lord, partake of happiness and develop a paying trade.
besides capital and imagination he brought to this undertaking a partner, three sons and a new wife.
for thirty years he fathered new damascus. he saw it become the most important point of trade between philadelphia and wilkes-barre, with five notable inns, two general supply stores, three tanneries, six grist mills, two lumber mills and the finest presbyterian conventicle in that part of the state. the river was a[12] disappointment. it was high and swift in flood and very low in the dry season, all very well for lumbering and seasonal traffic, but not a true servant of steady commerce. to bring the canal to new damascus he entered politics and continuously thereafter represented his county in the legislature. he did not live to see the rise of the iron industry. that was left to the wonder of the next generation.
one of the disasters of his old age was with stone coal, the name by which anthracite was first known. all the coal around new damascus was anthracite. for all that could be made of it commercially it might as well have been slate or shale. nobody knew how to burn it. the fuel of industry was soft coal, which ignites easily; and wood was burned in open grates, not in new damascus only but everywhere at this time; and as anthracite or hard coal would not burn in the same furnace and grates that burned either soft coal or wood people were sure it would not burn at all. general woolwine knew better. wherever he went he carried with him samples of hard coal, even in his saddle bags, begging people to try it, but the notion against it was too strong to be overcome by propaganda. only time and accident could do that. once he freighted a large quantity to philadelphia, resolved to make it burn in some of the large forges there. the result was a dismal failure. others before him on the same crazy errand had been arrested for obtaining money under false pretences, selling black stone as coal, and the prejudice was irreducible. he abandoned the stuff in philadelphia; it was broken up and spread[13] in walks. later,—too late to benefit him,—the secret of burning anthracite in furnaces was discovered by accident. a perverse foundryman, who believed less in hard coal than in the probability that what everybody disbelieved was for that reason true, spent a whole day trying to make a fire of it. then he left it in disgust and went home to supper. returning some hours later he found an amazing fire,—hotter than any soft coal fire he had ever seen. the secret, beyond having a strong draught, was to let it alone. in a little while everybody was saying that you could burn stone coal if only you let it alone. that simple bit of knowledge, derived from trial and error, was worth more to pennsylvania than a thousand gold mines.
in the last few years of his life general woolwine, by his efforts to exploit stone coal and in various schemes of the imagination, lost a considerable part of his fortune by not attending to it. he was not a sound man of business in that sense. ideas obsessed him. the idea that stone coal would burn was an obsession on which he made large outlays of time and money. he pursued the idea to failure. a more practical man would have first invented a grate suited to the fuel. a more conservative, selfish man would have sat on his anthracite beds until someone else had invented a grate. yet he was never discouraged. the day before he died he wrote in his diary:
“as i lay down this life i am moved to reflect on its beauty and fulness to me. i have used up my strength in works. nothing have i withheld from the lord. i have walked in the faith. i have imagined[14] civilization in a wilderness. then i have seen it with my eyes.”
that was all he said of new damascus. other memories crowded in.
“in 1774,” he wrote, “i married a pious, sensible woman, who bore me two sons. in 1781 i married an eminent, worthy woman, who bore me a third son. in 1788 i married a delightful, affectionate woman, whom god was pleased to spare me to the end. she bore me my one daughter, rebecca.”
the two sons by the first wife were already dead. this he did not mention in his testimony. the third son, born of the eminent and worthy woman, was at this time thirty-seven and unmarried, unlikely to perpetuate the line or to grace it if he did. all the woolwine vitality went into rebecca, born of his union with the delightful affectionate woman. rebecca had married phineas breakspeare, the inn keeper, and was for a long time estranged from her father on that account. he forgave her on the head of a grandson, his namesake, aaron breakspeare.
the founder’s affairs were left in a somewhat involved condition. everyone was surprised that the estate was not greater. his partner had large claims upon it and the accounts were in confusion.
the widow survived the general but one year. the third son died the next year. the whole estate then passed to rebecca, who had buried her inn keeper; she held it in trust for the founder’s grandson, aaron.
here ends the woolwine line. the name disappears suddenly from the annals of the county.
