Legends & Lore #2:
Charles Codman was resting by the fire one frigid 1877 winter evening in utopian Modern Times (now Brentwood). He went to close the shudders when two eyes in a tree caught his attention. "Poor bird out in the cold, wild storm. I would give thee better shelter if thou would come to me." To his surprise the bird responded "pale face, thou wouldst be kind to me?" Codman responded "I am a Son of Liberty, and rejoice in the equal freedom for others each according to his kind, free and fair and this includes birds of the air."
After feeding the noble bird, it revealed that 'three thousand moons ago' he was Oriwos, chief of the Quinnebough. He ruled had 'ruled the land when the white man landed' and joined him in battle against the vicious Mohawk tribe. He was slaughtered 'like any dog' and left an uneasy spirit. When Codman asked what he could do comfort him, the owl responded: "Much cast thou do, if thou wilt. Go thee on the morrow, with pick and shovel and bury my bones. Hide my mortal remains from the light of the sun, hast it not been spoken." The next day he honored the spirits wish. Three days later, the owl returned in gratitude offering his eternal friendship and bestowed Charles' home forever as "The Hermitage of the Red Owl" "The spirit vanished" he wrote in his memoir "and since that hour all has been well with me" #brentwood #longisland