The oxen, as soon as they were in condition to begin their overland journey, were hitched to the wagon and driven to Bangor by Moses Gordon. Here the tools and supplies were transferred from the boat to the wagon. A Mr. Hasey of Levant, who was in Bangor at the time with an ox team, assisted Mr. Gordon to haul his load to the elevated land away from the river. The party passed that night at the Campbell place in Bangor. The next morning Mr. Campbell helped them to the north line of Bangor with his team, where they met Mr. Fifield with Joseph Garland's oxen. The team now moved slowly forward, crossing the clayey bed of the un-bridged Kenduskeag at the foot of a long declivity, now known as the Jameson Hill, without incident.

The party reached Levant, now Kenduskeag, at night-fall, where they tarried until morning with Major Moses Hodsdon. From this point to Lincolntown, a distance of fourteen miles, a sled road had been bushed out to what is now known as West Corinth, thence to the Simon Prescott place in the northwest corner of New Ohio (Corinth), thence to the mill in lincolntown (Garland). The old country road from garland to Bangor, established about a dozen years later, followed nearly the route of the sled road which has been described. Our party of emigrants took an early breakfast and an early start from the hospitable home of Major Hodsdon with the determination to reach their destination before indulging in another night's sleep. They had fourteen miles to travel over a way which no wheeled carriages had ever passed, but they had a strong, although slow moving team. They had, also, three or four stalwart, resolute men, armed with axes and handspikes, to precede the team and widen the way for the passage of the wagon. Three miles on their way they met Landeras Grant from Lincolntown with another yoke of oxen to aid in hauling the load. Their progress was slow and nigh overtook them four miles short of their objective point. It was now raining and very dark, but they moved on without serious interruption until they reached the swamp about one mile south of the present village of Garland. Here the wheels sunk into the mud to the hubs and it was so dark that the axe men were unable to see the obstacles that were in the way. Fortunately the way was now wide enough to admit of the passage of the wagon if the numerous sharp angles could be avoided. Launderas Grant was the man for the occasion. He was familiar with every part of the way and knew every angle--seemed to know it instinctively--and could indicate it as well in the darkness of night as in the light of day. With Landeras to pilot them they were sure to get safely through. He therefore took charge of the expedition, and obeying his commands, the teamsters Òhawed and geed" and floundered through the swamp. The party was now near the end of its journey and an hour later it was comfortably quartered in John Grant's camp near the mill at Lincolntown. Before retiring to rest the members of the party gave to the mirey swamp which had so seriously retarded their progress the name of ÒThe Lake," which it retained many years. In 1814, the town of garland voted to lay out a road from ÒThe Lake, so called, to Exeter line."

After a brief rest the men of this party repaired to lot nine, range ten, the site of the present home of D. B. McComb, and commenced building a cabin for the reception, in the following spring, of Amos Gordon's family. At the completion of this job a piece of land was cleared for raising a crop the following year. The men then returned to lot eleven, range three, the site of the present home of Joel W. Otis. This lot number ten in the same range had been purchased by Edward Fifield. On lot number eleven a piece of trees has been felled and the ground burned over. When or by whom the opening had been made tradition does not inform us. Being remote from other beginnings, it probably had been made without attracting the attention of other settlers and quietly abandoned. But the question as to who had made this beginning didnot trouble Mr. Fifield. His own title being satisfactory, his immediate purpose was to clear the land for a crop the following year, which by the help of his companions was soon accomplished. Late in autumn the Gorgons, Mr. Fifield and their companions returned to New Hampshire to prepare for the renewal of their efforts to wrest homes from the unwilling wilderness.