I enjoy legends. Do you? This is the Saco River. It's stunning and peaceful. It runs 136 miles from its source in Crawford Notch, NH to Saco Bay. It gets its name from the Abenaki word (sakohki) meaning "land where the river comes out". Since we started living nearby, I've heard about the curse of the river. As one legend goes, Chief Squandro, a member of the Sokokis tribe in 1675, lived among the white settlers in peace till an English ship anchored nearby. Sailors came ashore, found the chief's son and pregnant mate and threw them into the river. All three drowned. He mourned for three days, and then in a terrible fit, 'cursed the river' and told it to take three white settlers each year till they are driven from its banks. To this day, supposedly the 'Saco Curse' still stands, and it takes three victims a year. Some people still believe in the curse and stay away from the Saco each summer till three bodies are taken. I like the story, but I'm not a believer.