The name of a species of fun known to the Nantucket folks, which is thus described by the
New York Mirror: "A party of ladies and gentlemen go to one of the famous watering-places of resort, where they fish, dig clams, talk, laugh, sing, dance, play, bathe, sail, eat and have a general good time.... Care is thrown to the wind, politics discarded, war ignored, pride humbled, stations levelled, wealth scorned, virtue exalted, and this is
squantum."
- James Bartlett's
Dictionary of Americanisms, 1877
[The Feast of Squantum]...Held annually on the shore to the east of Neponset Bridge at a rocky point projecting into Boston Bay, about five miles from the city....
Squantum was the name of the last Indian female who resided there, and when the feast is held with the ancient ceremonies a person comes forth dressed as Squantum herself and harangues people in the manner of the Indians. It is a feast of shells, and the refreshments are lobsters, clams, oysters, quahogs, and every fish that is covered with a shell together with the fish soup called chowder. It is common to eat these only with clam shells.
- Richard Thornton's
An American Glossary, 1912
Well, now, I worked quite a bit in Cape Cod and never did I hear of
Squantum. Relation to Squanto? I suppose they don't celebrate it anymore. Of course, in New England, no one needs a special occasion to dig and eat quahogs, lobstah, or chowdah. Too bad, though, a chance to discard politics, ignore war, humble pride, scorn wealth,
and exalt virtue sounds like a good time.
[I totally
dig clams, man.]