Chief Chocorua’s curse killed colonizer’s cattle for decades after he conjured the Great Spirit but it is the surname of Sam Willey that we colloquially call to to explain a deep, primal knowledge that something is amiss. Willey wrote about the chief and the cattle then still chose to make his home at the base of a steep cliff In an area known for rockslides and flash floods. He was not scared. Willey was a clever man. Converted a cave just below the base of his mountain home into a sturdy storm shelter. Willey was smarter than God and stronger than the last wish of a dead man so when the water came he delivered his family and workers right to them. It only took one big rain storm after a long drought. Sam knew the house would be destroyed, so he rushed his wife, five young children, and hired hands, into the dark, down to their crypt. As the water made its way down the mountain, as fast and as violent as Chief Kancamagus’s revenge on Dover, it hit a boulder just above the house, ripping the swollen stream into two separate channels diverting its path around the home, unifying once more just below, penetrating their protection killing everyone, proving once again it’s futile to fight fate.