Last Summer, as their forefathers had for 300 years before them, the people of Ipswich and Rowley were making a comfortable living out of the rich juicy clams from the briny marsh along the Parker River. Last winter they suddenly discovered a proclamation posted on their land. The government had taken over the lands for a Wildlife Refuge. The clam battle was on. Arguments were almost as thick as Ipswich clams. Ipswich hunters were afraid of losing their private hunting reserves. Ipswich farmers were afraid of losing their land.
“I found they had taken all the land on my which my privy sets. I can go into my house, but I can’t go into my privy.” But Ipswich clam diggers were the most vociferous. Said they…”Ipswich clams have been fostered and protected by local law, and are recognized as the world’s best. Now the ducks will eat most of them, paddle about and cover up the rest. Without clams, where would Ipswich be?”
Patiently the Department of the Interior presented its case….Hunters will profit by a wildlife refuge nearby. Nobody has to leave his land except for a few summer residents. Clam diggers can go right on digging. And besides, the ducks don’t eat clams; they eat mussels. Resorted the diggers…mussels! That’s what we have been cleaning out of the flats for years! Now they want to put them back to feed the ducks.
A month ago, armed with evidence, righteous wrath, and Governor Tobin, the citizens advanced on Washington. There they joined forces with Massachusetts’ new senator, Leverett Saltonstall, and moved on Secretary Harold Ickes’ ornate air-conditioned meeting room. They got a promise that the Secretary would keep the clams in mind. Ickes added that the Department of the Interior “has not been notorious for destroying wildlife.”