Stephen Bachiler - Plough Company and Immigration

Plough Company and Immigration

In 1630 he was a member of the Company of Husbandmen in London and with them, as the Plough Company, obtained a 1,600 mile² (4,000 km²) grant of land in Maine from the Plymouth Council for New England. The colony was called "Lygonia" after Cecily Lygon, mother of New England Council president Sir Ferdinando Gorges. Bachiler was to be its minister and leader. Although the settlers sailed to America in 1631, the project was abandoned.

Bachiler was accompanied to America, on the ship William & Francis (5 June 1632), by his third wife, Helena and a grandson, Nathaniel, son of Nathaniel. Later, he was joined by his daughter, Deborah (Bachiler) Wing, and her sons, by the sons of daughter, Ann Sanborn, and by the family of daughter, Theodate Hussey. The families of these three daughters account for many of Bachiler's descendants in America.

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