tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28971678988131958782024-03-14T00:50:02.569-07:00THE RIVER JORDANHenry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-85570791149719403112011-09-03T08:53:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:54:37.849-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - LETTERS & ADDENDA<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>LETTERS AND ADDENDA</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><strong>Here is the only letter our mother ever wrote to her family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was written during the Civil War, to brother James, while he was caring for Old Home and farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was so patriotic at all times, and always posted about the latest War news, as you will see by this letter:</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 5;"> </span>Sunday afternoon</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 5;"> </span>May 11, 1862</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My Dear Son James:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I write this afternoon to you, as it is the first opportunity that I have had to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I arrived safely in Philadelphia this morning about 7 o’clock, and succeeded in finding my cousin John Mills.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At 7 o’clock on Thursday morning, I took the new Steam Packet Eagle and paid $3.00 to Pittsburgh, and arrived at Pittsburg at 8 o’clock Saturday morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I immediately took a carriage and drove to the Pennsylvania depot, and waited there for the Express train until 10 minutes of 4 in the afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here I paid $10.00 for Philadelphia and arrived safely, as before stated, at 7 o’clock, Sunday morning.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We have received news here this afternoon, of the capture of Norfolk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The town was evacuated and as the Union army was marching forward to the town, it was met by a party of citizens who surrendered the place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rebel steamer Merrimac is destroyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rebels fearing that she would be captured, set fire to her at 3 o’clock Saturday afternoon, and at 5 o’clock she blew up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will also mention that I found cousin John Mills and family all well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I myself am also well.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I have seen no one else but my cousin yet, but expect to go tomorrow and hunt up more friends.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I remain</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>Your mother,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>Margaret Smith</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Letter written to me by Joseph A. Smith:</strong></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>Camp of the 39<sup>th</sup></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>Nine miles west of Savannah, Georgia</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>December 23, 1864</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Frances E. Smith</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cutler, Wash. Co., O.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dear Sister,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I at last have found an opportunity to reply to yours of the 22.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ult. Which I received one week ago, also one from Priscilla of the 6<sup>th</sup> Ult., which came to hand last night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am happy to say both found us well, and exceeding glad to hear form home once more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You say you were very anxious to hear from us then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I expect you are more so now, as I have not written a line since.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I must tell you a little of what we have been doing all this while, which is no small undertaking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But to begin, we left Camp according to the rumors I wrote to you, and arrived near Savannah as projected, about ten days ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was evacuated, or rather, captured, day before yesterday, for they were so closely pursued that they got nothing away themselves – not even their pontoon bridges.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It is true we have had a long and hard march, and we have accomplished much, and I believe more, than any other expedition of the war, and lost less.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the papers will tell you all about that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But I must tell you how we tore up the railroads.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First we tore up the road from Atlanta to Chattanooga, burning every tie and bent every rail next the road form Macon to Savannah, including the branch as leading to Augusta and Charleston; and last, the road running to Thomasville, as far as the Altamaha river – thus making a breach of more than a hundred miles in the Confederacy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have destroyed all cotton and cotton gins, mills, etc., and all public property, except churches and school houses, that lay in our line of march.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I expect you have heard a great deal about Sherman’s army being starved, and living on half rations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is true we only draw half rations of bread, and part of the time, one-third ration; ad tens days since Fort McAllister was captured, without any (with full rations of coffee and salt and a little sugar0 was all we drew form the Quartermasters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we lived well all the time – only one day we had nothing but beef and a very little rice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A king could not desire anything better, or more of it, than we had most of the march – if we had had a little more time to cook and eat it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our cooking utensils are none of the best, being only such as we could carry with us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now you want to know what we had to eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had fresh pork, chickens, turkeys, and poultry of all kinds, mutton, molasses, peas (black-eyed) and sweet potatoes in abundance.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>You say you raised fifteen bushels of as nice sweet potatoes as I ever say (maybe it was fifty – you spelled it fifteen).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now you had better be careful in your boasting, for I Georgia, than ever grew in Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have seen a thousand bushels in one pile on several plantations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We found them so plentiful we could not carry them along, but depended on getting them wherever we stopped.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The weather for the most part has been delightful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has not rained enough to wet through a shirt but twice since we started.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had only three or four nights cold enough to make ice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last night was the coldest; it froze water in a bucket, near an inch thick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has been far more pleasant than the month of May was to us in northern Georgia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is rather romantic:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“December’s as pleasant as May.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would try and describe the country if time and space would permit, and will try to do so in my next.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Since writing the above, we have marched twelve miles and established our camp on the opposite side of the city, which we had the pleasure of seeing; also we received sister Jane’s letter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mr. king says to tell you he was not at all hurt with his burden of fruit, nor very bad in jail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They only served him as they do the conscripts and men that stay over their time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Oh yes, that watch!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sent for it purposely to sell it; so you may scold if you like it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you want one, tell Alex to get you one just to suit you, out of that hundred dollar check.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also tell him, if he has any watches he wants to dispose of, to send them to me, for I can sell any kind of a watch that runs well; also that I expect a letter form him soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will write soon, for I have not told you the half yet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Well, tomorrow is Christmas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How the year rolls round!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please write soon and often.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>You Brother as ever,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>Joseph A. Smith</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>Co. K. 39. Reg’t</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>Sherman’s Army</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Under date of February 25, 1914, the following items were added to the family history:</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 63pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">On the first day of August, 1912, a fine daughter was born to </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 63pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Fred H. Edmonds and wife, Grace Smith Edmonds, near </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 63pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ridgefield in the sate of Washington</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 63pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">On the fourth day of August, 1913, Omie Frank Smith and </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 63pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Idress Lea Koe were united in marriage in Zona, West Virginia.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 63pt 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">On the third day of August, 1913, little Henrietta Sheets died in Chillicothe.</span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-36602623186249652082011-09-03T08:37:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:48:04.988-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 10<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER X</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>EXODUS OF THE SMITH FAMILY</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I WISH TO SAY THAT IN ’60, ’61, ’62 AND ’63, Alexander helped James work on the farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John raised large and valuable crops of tobacco on William’s new land, and Joseph was at school or teaching.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John’s good wife who was so dear to all her relatives and their infant son both died in February, 182.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We finished getting that very large crop of tobacco hat John raised, ready to ship the last of December, 1863.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will now show you the exodus of the “lone Smith family”, as they went out of the old home never to be reunited there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jane, Priscilla, Alexander, John, James, Margaret, Joseph, Matilda, Lucinda and I all made our homes with mother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mother said in the last days of December, ’63, that she would try to have us all at home to dinner on New Year’s day, 1864.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She bought a turkey and two fine chickens which Priscilla and Margaret roasted for this feast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>William and Phoebe were at this dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Joseph and Lucinda came home from their schools to be with us; and all mother’s children, except Eliza, were with her on that day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The roads were so bad that she could not get there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On the 2<sup>nd</sup> day of January, ’64, William took a contact to build a tone bridge not far from home, and Joseph and Lucinda went back to their schools.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John and Matilda were getting ready to go to Kansas, as he desired to improve his land there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matilda very much desired to go with him to keep house for him, and mother thought best for her to go, as he was so lonely without his wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Mr. and Mrs. Creesy were so glad she was going with John.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mrs. Creesy came to our place and brought and gave to John a very fine bed and lots of bed clothes and some dishes and solid silver spoons that were intended for Jennie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother gave Matilda a bed, dishes, etc. and all was “bustle” at the old home for a long time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Hark!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Listen! The blast of Civil War is blowing most fearfully now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The prisoners of the Union army are being starved and tortured to death in the Rebel prison pens of Andersonville and Libbie, while <u>their</u> prisoners are growing fat in Uncle Sam’s prisons.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The war is just awful now!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good old Abraham Lincoln is making one of his last calls for volunteers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good, rich men are enlisting, and men with good pay – different occupations, and wise men in every situation in this great Country, are joining the “Boys in Blue” on thirteen dollars per month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(But this is not what they are going for.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The excitement is just awful as they are responding to their Country’s call – and going by thousands!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every patriotic woman in these days is saying to her husband, brother, son or lover:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>“Pick up your gun and go, John,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pick up your gun and go;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>And I’ll pick up the spade and hoe, John,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>And I’ll pick up the spade and hoe.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And they did pick them up and used them truly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our sister Priscilla was an expert in the use of them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On the 2<sup>nd</sup> of February, 1864, William left his bridge building and enlisted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the same time Joseph and all his grown boy scholars left his school without finishing the term, and enlisted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>William and Joseph joined Co. K-39, Reg. O.V.V.I. – 17-Army Corps, in General Sherman’s army.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In this Company, also was our brother-in-law, William E. McGee, and a cousin of mother, John Hamilton, who now lives in Chicago.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>These were soon in the thickest of the fighting and were among those in “Sherman’s March to the Sea.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were all wounded on the 22<sup>nd</sup> of July, during three days fighting before Atlanta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were in many other hard battles, and waded through the Everglades of Florida.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will now leave them in the army until the close of the war, and tell you what others of the “lone Smith family” are doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John and Matilda started to Kansas in the 29<sup>th</sup> of February, 1864.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John began to improve his land, and Matilda kept house for him, and also at the same time, taught school in a new log German church, on Lyons Creek.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John was soon called out to fight Indians in the Kansas state troops.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These calls would be only for a few weeks and then he would go back to his farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While he was gone, Matilda would sew for some fine people in Junction City, by names of Clark and Rockwell – until John would go after her to go home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>All this time, brother Alexander, James and our “to be” brother-in-law, Phillip Roe, all belonged to Company D. 148 Re. O.N.G. and in May they were all called out of the state, to City Point, Virginia, to guard the U.S. Ordinance Barges there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will leave them there until the next August and tell what others of the “lone Smith family” are doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But I must draw your attention to the fact that all my father’s sons – and all our five brothers, are wearing U. S. Uniforms and fighting under the Stars and Stripes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are FIVE brothers, and direct descendants of Colonel James Smith, who was one of FIVE brothers who fought in the army of Kin William III.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is my most interesting No. FIVE.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>About the first of March, 1864, I went to Marietta to take teaches’ examination, and received a high marked certificate to teach school in Washington County.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When I was in the old court house being examined at noon, a sweet little girl tripped into the room and asked the board of examiners to let her speak to Miss Frances E. Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was ten years old and beautifully dressed, and an “angel of Mercy” to me; for she brought me a fine warm dinner, with a bowl of the best soup I ever tasted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was Miss Carrie, daughter of Colonel A.L. Haskin and wife.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here on this trip, I spent all the money, and more too, that I had earned on the late “tobacco job.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mrs. Haskin and Carrie helped me select a nice hat and dress, and a lot of prints and ginghams to make into dresses in which to teach my first school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got a lot of stuff for white aprons, and a lot of goods for Lucinda and Margaret.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I was very happy with good luck at examination and knowing I had a very easy little school to teach, four miles from Cutler – where “Cinda” taught during winter term.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I commenced teaching this school that last week in March, and spent my eighteenth birthday (on the 11<sup>th</sup> of April) in he school room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The school house was close to the railroad track, and thousands of soldiers were often to be seen passing on the railroad.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>These soldiers would often throw beautifully illustrated papers and magazines off to me with “for the teacher” penciled on them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the children would run and pick them up and look at the pictures with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After Alexander and James left home for the war, on May 1, ’64, our sister Priscilla “picked up the spade and hoe” (also an ax and all other farming implements), and managed the farm while all our brothers were in the army.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She hired old men and two good boys to help her part of the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was hard for her to get good help, as all the able bodied men in our community were now in the army; but she stayed closely with her job, and she made lots of money in those days, as prices for everything were high.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mother, Jane, Priscilla and Margaret are all that are at the old home now; but Lucinda and I go home every Friday evening and stay until Monday morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lucinda is teaching over on “South Land” in a good community – among the “Quakers or Friends.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her school is near mine, and we meet every Friday evening at the railroad and walk home together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are so happy to meet as we are very fond of each other, and ever have been.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has ever been a great comfort to me, helping me in my studies, and so kin to help me in every way in every thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our heats beat together s we sympathize with each other in our school work; and we mourn together as we talk about her dear twin mate, Matilda, from whom we never were separated before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then we mourn for all our five brothers who have lately left us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And now, this is glad Friday evening, ad we are going home to see mother, Jane and Maggie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I forgot to say that Priscilla is still there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She s, of course, out on the farm, s\using her “spade and hoe”, very rapidly; and she may ask us to help her, if we go near where she is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we are not going, as we are “Ohio school mama’s” now, and wearing our pretty dresses, white aprons, high-buttoned shoes and gold watches; and last, but not least, our hoop skirts – the crinoline of 1863 and 1864.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tell you we are a fine looking couple!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Let me whisper:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“we are writing to the ‘boys in blue’.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We, like all patriotic young ladies of this great nation, are very busy all the time, as we belong to “The Christian Commission”, and we have no time to dream under summer trees – not even to wait long enough to catch the fragrance of the sweet Hawthorne blossoms that our grandmothers delighted to hear love confessions under.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>O no!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We must hurry up and pick lint and make bandages to send to the army.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We do this every Saturday afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am treasurer of our Society in Cutler, and we collect lots of money to send the army, and we pick barrels full of lint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother has given us nearly all of her nearly worn out bleached table linen to cut up and pick into lint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We send them barrels of sauerkraut, and Priscilla and her farmer boys raise lots of cabbage for this purpose.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Lucinda and I also have to write many letters to William and Joseph and to Alexander and James and to John and Matilda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But most of this she leaves to me to do, as she and Margaret each have three or four of “the boys in blue” to write to all the time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Lucinda has one unnamed correspondent, by assumed name of “Harry Lee.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His letters she lets me read and we have lots of fun over those. We laughed over this once when I was looking at he send him my love and lots of kisses every time she writes to him: and he sends his back to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And oh, those letters would “make an army mule laugh!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He kept his name a secret from us until the war was over, and he came to see her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He proved to be a neighbor boy by name of Wallace Johnson, who lived in Amesville, Ohio, and we had lots of fun over their long correspondence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a very common thing for the Union soldiers to do, to pass away lonely hours in camp.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I wrote to just one of the “the boys in blue”; but I want to tell you the kind of boys that Margaret and Lucinda were writing to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And no wonder it took tow or four such to suit their taste.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Theirs were the fellow “that marched on foot and carried knapsacks on their backs, and waded through mud and swamps to their knees.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mine was a dashing young, black-eyed orderly sergeant, who wore a suit of deep blue, cavalry uniform.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a bright sword dangling at his side, and rode a prancing, fine steed that obeyed every command of its gallant rider, who also, part of the time, was Color Barer of the 9<sup>th</sup> Reg. Missouri Cavalry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he hoisted the first U. S. flag that had been run up, for a long time, in Southwest Missouri on the “Price Raid.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> To me he was more than “those old knights, clad in armor” that were so gallant to their “fair ladies.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have that sword now, and I kept that historic flag until eight years ago, when we were moving, and someone stole it and other old relics from me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In those days, Priscilla, Margaret or Lucinda, every time they could be spared from home, would go to Marietta and stay awhile with Colonel A. L. Haskin’s wife, while he was in he army, and help her care for her little sons, Seward and Sumner.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My little friend, Carrie Haskin, spent much of this summer of ’64, as Old Home with mother and our sisters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother was very fond of her, and called her “her other little girl”, and they all wanted her there for company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother would of ten forget and call her “Fannie”, to Carrie’s delight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she thought me all right, she liked it and would always answer to this name, and never reminded mother of her mistake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She came with Margret to the last day of my school, and we a fine time and enjoyed the buggy ride home together.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>While teaching this school, I boarded “around”; and late in June of this term, I was boarding with a very good, old couple who were always known as “Uncle Collins and Aunt Sally Beebe.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They now had eight sons in the Union army, and we talked much of these, and of my five brothers, and of ten read letters from all of these to each other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Once “Aunt Sally” to mother, “Mrs. Smith, we have done all we can to put down this cruel rebellion, as we have each given them all we have.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dear old ladies!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How they loved their soldier boys!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>While with them, one night I dreamed this about my brother, James, who was all right at this time, at City Point, Virginia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought I saw him in our old home, and he was deathly pale and his left let was cut off below the knee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I talked to him quite awhile, as in bygone days.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He said, “Fannie, I am o sorry my leg is gone!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What shall I do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel so bad, and I cannot work or fight any more!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I said, “Oh, James, if you can just superintend the farm and keep things going, we will be so happy with you, and we can get along all right with Priscilla’s help.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here the dream ended and I woke up in great mental distress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told all of this to Mr. and Mrs. Beebe at the breakfast table, and it made them very sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They often spoke to me of this in after years, as the sadness of the dream more than came true.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I did think to omit what I am now about to relate, to spare you the sorrow of this “war story.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I am writing a history of the “lone Smith family”, I cannot help causing you the sorrow of learning the sad, sad fate of one of its bravest members, and the fourth James Smith – a direct descendant from our great-grandfather, James Smith, who was one of FIVE brothers who fought in King William III’s army.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As I have said, my school closed about the last of June, ’64.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went home then, and mother, Jane, Priscilla, Margaret, Lucinda and I were in the old home, and with us, three railroad boarders and two good boys that Priscilla had hired to help her work on the farm.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One of us always stayed all night with Phoebe, all the time brother William was in the Civil War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the ninth of August, I stayed over night with Phoebe, and the morning of the 10<sup>th</sup>, I happened to stay and eat breakfast with her – in which case she always walked half way home with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And if her chores were done, and I had helped her to do them, she would go home with me, and talk to mother about the boys in the army.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This morning we walked slowly and were busy talking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had gone but a few steps when Phoebe said to me:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Fannie, look, there is thy mother, sitting by the roadside with her poor old hands to her face, weeping!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We ran then, and Phoebe said, “Oh mother, what is the matter with thee?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She choked and could not answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat down and put our arms around the poor, frail, little body and waited.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then she said, “Phoebe, we have heard bad news from the army.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>William or James has been killed – we do not know which one, as yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. Harsha and B. D. Caruthers came to our house at daybreak to tell us this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They received a telegram from Captain William Dawson to this effect, last evening at 11. P.m., from City Point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the doctor’s wire was not working right, and he and Mr. Caruthers are gone on a hand-care to Big to catch the message right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just now they have started.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They thought best not to disturb us until they had learned all facts in the matte.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But as they were sure one was dead, the thought best to inform us before starting to Big Run, since it would take them about all day to get in touch with and facts from Captain Dawson, so far way from us as City pint, Virginia.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The message Dr. Harsha caught at Cutler had the name of “William”, “Captain”, mixed with “James Smith”, so he could not understand it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we all felt sure it was James, as it came from City Point.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We could hardly persuade mother to go home, and the agony of those hours till our friends returned, I cannot tell you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Phoebe went back to her house and locked the door, and went with mother and me to the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There everything was sorrow and gloom, and very soon many of good neighbors came in to learn the sad facts, as all were very fond of James.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, he was a great favorite in our community, and mother hoped he would care for her and the farm in her old age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they had made arrangements for him to do this, as he had had the care of the farm ever since father’s death in 1859.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At 3 p.m., August 10<sup>th</sup>, Dr. Harsha and Mr. Caruthers returned with all the sad facts – James was dead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Captain Dawson had ordered his body to be embalmed, and he would forward it to Cutler by U. S. Express, as soon as possible.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At this time, brother Alexander was very sick in a hospital at Bermuda – Hindered, near City Point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was not in the explosion that killed James - the facts of which are these:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Union army was getting very successful at this time, and their Ordinance Barges were very full, lying at City Point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the enemy got someone secretly to throw a torpedo into the Barges to destroy them and the tens of thousands of Union troops encamped, and on guard there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were successful, and the explosion was terrific.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It shook the earth and could be heard for miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The shock alone killed hundreds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of these was M. E. Clark of Marietta, whose body came through with the body of our brother, James.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Captain Dawson, William Moore and brother James “messed” together all the time, and Mr. Moore and James marched at the front of the Company, being the tallest men in Company D.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Men’s bodies were torn to atoms; and legs, hands, arms, hands feet, etc., could be found everywhere, and parts of bodies in tree tops, far off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one has ever known how many were killed there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guns, grape-shot and canisters covered the ground for miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was an awful sight for Captain Dawson and all other survivors to look upon, and to hunt their dead among.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Captain Dawson and William Moore knew that James was on guard near an outside chimney in a big, old building, and started to look for him right after the explosion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They found him at his post, nearly dead – as a heavy timber form a building struck him on the back of his head.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> We tried to talk to them, and they made him understand what had happened and he said:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Tell mother”, and again said, “mother.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And this was all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the word, “mother”, spoken in a whisper, he went:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>“Across to that strange country, the Beyond;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>The home of those of whom I am so fond,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>They make it seem familiar and most dear,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>As journeying friends bring distant regions near.”</span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-18320830447706533192011-09-03T08:31:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:31:38.135-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 9<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER IX</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CIVIL WAR – THE OPENING OF CUTLER SCHOOL</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We remember very distinctly Lincoln’s taking his place as President of the United States on March 4, 1851, and his first call for volunteers in that awful Civil War.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The first gun on Fort Sumpter has been fired, and Lincoln is calling for troops, and recruiting officers are in every township of the northern states, drumming up volunteers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A big army is now in the United States.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cannon are booming, the drums are beating, the bugle call is being obeyed and the “Boys in Blue” are marching.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I must here keep close to the historic “old Smith home” and to the history of the “lone Smith family.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In August, 1850, after securing proper titles to their lands near Fort Riley, Kansas, Alexander and John returned to Ohio and to our mother’s home, to remain for a few years.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“They returned to enlist in the army, in the Company with the rest of our brothers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Uncle Alexander did enlist, but my father (John) was rejected because he was suffering from aguo contracted in Kansas.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span>Alice M. S. Handsaker</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The first trip John made after returning and putting on his best clothes was to Coolville to see a very bright, black eyed girl with whom he had gone to school when she was only a child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was Jane D. Creesy, daughter of Churchill and Betsy Creesy, from the state of New Hampshire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These were a fine family with five children.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On April 15, 1861, John and Jennie were married in the large, beautiful Creesy home in Coolville.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a fine wedding, over one hundred guests being present.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alexander, Margaret, James, Joseph and I were at this wedding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother, Jane, Priscilla, Matilda and Lucinda prepared the “infare feast” for the next day, and there were over one hundred guests to eat at the same old dining table, and the same old wedding table cloth was used.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was a fine, bright April day with the orchards beautifully in bloom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The guests all were lively and happy and everyone had a good time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Early in the spring of 1851, Joseph and Lucinda each received certificates to teach school in Washington county, and in the fall of 1861, Joseph went to a normal school in Barlow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a fine time there at this extra good school, learning how to teach.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Joseph received his first certificate to teach in November, 1859, and taught the Goddard school near Cutler, which was his first experience in teaching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He boarded with Wood Goddard and wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had fine success teaching here, and all the parents and scholars were his friends at the close of the term.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On the last day of school, Matilda and I rode to school on horseback and had a fine time at a “spelling match” etc.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mrs. Goddard had prepared one of the finest suppers we had ever tasted, or Joseph, Matilda and me to eat before starting home after that last day of school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wood Goddard and wife were a grand couple, and she was so refined and kind to all guests in their fine home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>About the middle of November, 1861, Joseph began teaching the first school in Cutler, in the new frame school house, and this term lasted until April 1862.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The opening of the Cutler school, so soon after the dedication of the Centenary M. E. Church near Cutler, was a great event in the history of the town of Cutler.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The district was fractional, Dr. Harsha giving he Fairfield half of the school ground and my father giving the Decatur Township part of the school grounds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Several families from the old log school house on Dutch Ridge were now in the Cutler district.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was a very large, fine school, and Joseph proved himself worthy to be the teacher, and gave credit to the “lone Smith family.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Dr. Harsha was a civil engineer and was one of the finest mathematicians in the state of Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could solve any problem in arithmetic or algebra, and so could George Dinsmore who was teaching in Decatur, near Cutler.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Joseph was fine in both arithmetic and algebra and all the other studies, and had attended normal school and teachers’ institute with George Dinsmore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were friends and chums while they lived, and both talked much with Dr. Harsha who encouraged new and better schools every place near us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These three men did wonders in improving ways of teaching and traducing all the latest and best school books.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>R. D. Caruthers an Dr. Harsha had married sisters of our brother-in-law, Benoni H. Dawson.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Joseph was greatly beloved, as he was very pleasant knew just how to teach and explain everything to us; and the scholars, being gifted this term, accomplished much.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Matilda, Lucinda and I attended this term, and Lucinda had a certificate to teach, and she heard many classes for Joseph till January, when she left us to teach the Dr. Newell school in Decatur township near us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The summer of 1862, Lucinda taught the Cutler school, and Matilda and I went to school to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a good school also.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The winter of ’62 and ’63, Joseph again taught the Cutler school, which was very like the winter before this, Matilda and I again going to school to our brother Joseph.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lucinda was teaching some place near us but I forget which school it was.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The fall of 1863, Matilda, Lucinda and I went to normal school in Barlow where we were instructed in teaching, and we also attended teacher’s institute in Marietta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Martha and I handed tobacco for brother John, with Rebecca Harris, - boarding at brother William’s home, and we at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was the last of November and all of December, 1863.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was a fine crop and belonged to brothers William and John, being raised on William’s new farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We worked in a log tobacco house by a stove, and took our dinner and made coffee on the stove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John, William and Miss Harris were with us all of the time.</span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-44362225505355684222011-09-03T08:29:00.001-07:002011-09-03T08:29:42.930-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 8<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">CHAPTER VIII</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">DEATH OF OUR FATHER - - HE EXPECTED CIVIL WAR</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 0in .5in 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Early in the spring of 1859, my father set out a lot of young apple trees, and Matilda and I carried the little trees from the nursery for him and he showed us how to plant little trees just right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The side of the tree that grew in the shade in the nursery had to be set to face the rising sun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We never forgot this, and we each on our own farms, when widows, planted and raised orchards of our own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We laughed over this once when I was looking at her beautiful, young trees in Michigan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We always followed father over the farm wherever he would let us go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when he worked near the house, in the orchards or front yard, I always was “like his shadow” there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He always petted me and called me his “baby girl”, and he wanted me with him all the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said he was lonesome if I was not hanging around him or on his lap, when I was little.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Once when I was five years old, father went to Marietta to pay his taxes, and he bought for me there a little doll, and Rebecca Morland gave him a piece of white and pink chintz, out of their log store, to make it a dress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have that doll today, and it has that same dress on it; and she would be a fine looking “little old body” if I had not hissed half the nose of her, sixty years ago.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The winter of ‘58 and ’59, the superintendent of the railroad, George W. Norris, and his wife and little daughter, “Helen Mar”, boarded at our home while he was having a home built in Athens, Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were all born in the state of Maine and were fine people, and have ever been some our best friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She and Helen are living, but he died twenty years ago.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father and Mrs. Norris had fine times talking of books they had been reading, and she delighted in father’s jokes and enjoyed his intelligence and sunny disposition, and my mother’s quiet wisdom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mother hardly ever joked, as she was like our beloved William McKinley, always very much in earnest about whatever she said or did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she spoke, they were words of wisdom that we never forgot, and she was business through and through, and she accomplished much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes she would laugh at father’s jokes, but she tried very hard not to laugh, which made it the more jolly for him – to get them off on her and all of us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>The year of 1859 was a year of sorrow to all of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the 4<sup>th</sup> of August of that year, our father, after a short illness, passed peacefully away, with bright hopes of future happiness before him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said he had hoped to live until I was older, as all his children but I were grown and able to do for themselves; but I was so delicate, sickly and only thirteen years old.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>All were just broken up over this sudden sorrow, as it was the first death of a relative we had ever known.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been to but one funeral and this was a small child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took it so to heart that father and mother thought best for me not to go to any funerals; and I did not want to go.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But now I must go to father’s funeral, and part with him during my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I broke down completely and could not be comforted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I grew thin and pale and could not eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother and all tried to comfort me, and she tried so hard to find something that I could eat.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One day I said to her, “If I had some of your home made cheese, mother, I believe I could eat it.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She went to work, right off, and made a small cheese, and I longingly looked at it and wondered if I could live till it was fit to cut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She told her trouble in this matter to our teacher, Miss Issa Shaw, who was boarding with William and Phoebe at this time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Miss Shaw said to her, “Mrs. Smith, my mother has a fine lot of home made cheese on hand now, and old enough to be fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you will lend me a horse after school closes this evening, I will go home and bring some of mother’s cheese and come back with it early in the morning, in time to get to my school.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mother was glad to have her do this, and she rode eight miles to her home and back in the morning by eight o’clock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could hardly wait till she came with it, and I watched the road till she appeared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She handed it to me and mother cut it, and I was satisfied and could soon eat all right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The winter of 1859 and 1860, the twins and I went to school on Dutch Ridge, in the old log school house, to Charles W. Campbell who was a fine teacher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was our last term in the old log school house, as we were sent into a new district near Cutler, my father giving half of the ground, and a new frame school house was being built there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The winter of ’60 and ’61, Joseph went to a fine, select school, taught by J. M. Yarnell, in the village of Barlow, Ohio; and Lucinda went to school in Marietta, to John D. Phillips – said to be the best teacher in Washington County at this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She boarded with Colonel A. L. Haskin and wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was there for company for his wife when he left with the fine 63<sup>rd</sup> Regiment for the Civil War, where he stayed till its close.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Matilda and I went to the Dr. Newell School, taught by John Plumley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a small school with only a few nearly grown scholars, and we large ones were nearly all in one class in all our studies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These were:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>George Dinsmore, far the best scholar among us; J. Hannibal Newell, next best; then Jennie and Katie Wier, half sisters to George Dinsmore, wee very bright scholars and handsome and fine, congenial school chums.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jennie was Matilda’s chum and Katie was mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John Brandeberry and his brother Isaac were the other grown young men.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John Brandeberry enlisted this year of 1851, as one of the first Volunteers, and was all through the Civil War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a fine man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He died a few years ago.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Isaac is a fine man and has raised a fine, big family, and now lives near Cutler on his farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I visited him and his good wife there last summer and had a fine time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In the year of ’57, ’58 and ’59, all the wise railroad men, so many of whom boarded and lodged in our old home, and my father would say “a war is sure coming in this country soon.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were all posted by reading so many newspapers on the political issues of those times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The question of “Slavery” was just boiling in those days, and that is why “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” was coming out in the newspapers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Read that old book and you will see how things were drifting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father said to mother and all of us, “There is an awful ‘Civil War’ coming in this country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I may not live to see it, but I fear my sons will all be in it.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It came two years after his death – a little sooner and he anticipated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The campaign of 1860 was a very exciting one between Lincoln and Douglass, and we at the “old home” were reading those newspapers containing all the memorable speeches of Lincoln – among them his farewell speech to his friends at Springfield, on February 11, 1861, and the last of which he said”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I now leave, not knowing when or whether ever I may return – with a task before me greater than that which rested upon Washington.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without the assistance of that Divine Being, (who ever attended him) I cannot succeed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With that assistance, I cannot fail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trusting in Him who can go with me and remain with you, and be everywhere for good, let us confidently hope that all will be well.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To this care commending you, and I hope in your prayers you will commend me, I bid you an affectionate farewell.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 292.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">A.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Lincoln</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 292.5pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-649140431041386392011-09-03T08:27:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:27:29.882-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 7<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER VII</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>NAMING CUTLER - A WEDDING- AND FIRST TRAIN ON M.&C. R.R.</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Among the books my father had was “The Scottish Chiefs”, by Jane Porter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And in later years I loved to read that old book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many were reading it in those days of 1856 and 1857.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So many had named their children “William Wallace, Robert Bruce and Helen Mar.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In the spring of 1857 the town of Cutler was laid out and Honorable William Pl Cutler and Boman Gates came to my father and said, “Uncle Jimmie, you are to name this town that some day will be partly on your farm.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father said, “I name it ‘Cutler’, for Honorable William P. Cutler who has done so much to get a railroad through here for us.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Cutler is ever dear to me as the town my father names, and because of the good old man it was named for.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On the eleventh of April I was eleven years old and this is the first birthday that I can distinctly remember, as my father told me that beautiful day to come out and take a walk with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As his birthday was April 5<sup>th</sup>, he loved this budding and blooming month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He went with me to his peach orchard, now in its prime - with five hundred trees in full bloom; and the three apple orchards of large trees were showing beautiful buds.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then we came back into the front yard; and the little flowering almonds were in bloom by the front walk And then we came near the front door where so many beautiful flowers of different colors were in bloom in his large flower beds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He drew my attention to the little early primroses and daffodils that had been in bloom in that same spot eleven years ago, when I was too little to see them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The song of the birds was heard all around us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The odor of the balm of Gilead buds and the little, sweet-scented violets that bordered his large flower beds sweetened the air.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father had instructed them to have a fine chicken dinner ready for us at noon to surprise me, and that was the happiest birthday that I c an remember.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We always dried so many bushels of apples and peaches every year, in a fine stone dry house that William built for father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These we sold to buy our clothes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nearly every year we dried three hundred bushels of apples and two hundred of peaches. One year we dried three hundred of peaches and five hundred of apples; and ten bushels of the peaches were pared and brought a big price.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here comes an event never to be forgotten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hark!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Listen!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hear wedding bells ringing, and a silver cornet playing the wedding march!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Through half the month of May the house was in excitement, making things ready for the marriage of our sister Eliza to Henry M. Hibbard, on the fifth of June, 1857.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father ordered the “fatted calf” to be killed, and mother bought two big turkeys for the feast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Priscilla and Margaret assisted the ride-to-be to make all the cakes but the “bride’s cake.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She made it herself, and it was both big and beautiful.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was to be the marriage of our parents’ third daughter, and the first daughter married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is the only one my father lived to see married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took so much care that all things should be done just right, and above all, that the nuptial feast should lack nothing in quality or were used at William’s feast, were used at this one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The table groaned under its burden of good things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were more flowers and guests than at William’s wedding, and William and Phoebe ‘were therein their wedding garments of six years ago.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The parlor was decorated with pink cheesecloth in festoons, held by bows of white ribbon and little bunches of dark blue, scented violets, alternating with little, and light blue forget-me-nots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was above doors leading into the hall stairway and to front “parlor bedroom” where set the bridegroom and bride, with the twins for flower girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matilda was laden with pink and white carnations, and Lucinda carried loads of pure white bridal roses.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The walls were overhung with light blue, pink and white flowers, and delicate, green vines were drooping gracefully everywhere.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In the stair hallway door, secreted by large flower plants and ferns, sat Mr. Tenney, one of the civil engineers, with his silver cornet in his hand, ready to play the wedding march at the proper time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Over the bedroom door, where they entered the parlor, was a large imitation silver bell, out of which hung white carnations, bridal roses and small, delicate, light green vines.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The bridegroom was young and handsome, with fine black eyes and hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a very polite man, and were the conventional black broadcloth suit that was very becoming.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The bride was beautifully attired in a very thin, fine, white book muslin gown, trimmed in elegant sheer lace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wore in her hair one nearly full-blown rose and two buds and a few green rose leaves on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was in the bloom of her beauty, twenty-four years old - the youngest Smith of our family that ever was married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The twins were beautiful thin, pure white dresses.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was an ideal, balmy, bright June day, and James and Joseph were dressed in their best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both were so young and manly, seeing to everything, caring for the many guests and looking after their rigs and teams.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The front yard and grounds surrounding the “historic old home” were one bower of beauty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The many birds were singing from branches of the trees, like they felt the mellow influence of the wedding bells’ soft chimes and the notes of the silver cornet playing the happy march.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the perfume of sweet-scented violets and June roses sweetened the air.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At eleven-thirty a.m. the silver cornet sounded the wedding march, and the twins stepped out of a flowery bower; and after them, the bridegroom with his bride on his arm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As soon as the cornet closed the wedding march the minister pronounced them man and wife, and all went “merry as a marriage bell” to the dining room to partake of the feast awaiting there, with Priscilla, Margaret, James and Joseph waiting to serve all at the table. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father and mother looked so young when they went up first to congratulate the happy couple and when they took their proper places as host and hostess of this beautiful wedding festival.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>During the winter of 1857 and 1858, Margaret, Joseph, the twins and myself attended school in the log school house on Dutch Ridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John A. Brown was our teacher, and he was a fine scholar and teacher and a fine man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few years after this he became Honorable John A. Brown.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The summer of 1858, Matilda, Lucinda and I went to school here to Miss Issa Shaw who also was Scotch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two or three years after this she became the wife of Honorable John A. Brown.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Early in April, 1858, the Marietta and Cincinnati Railroad ran its first train over that road, from Cincinnati to Marietta, passing through Cutler, where was a station and telegraph office. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a wonderful event in the history of that country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A thousand people from far and near were at the summit, a little east of Cutler, which was the highest ground and the hardest grade between its terminals.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>It was a beautiful, new train, with one baggage car and four passenger cars – the first I ever saw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the big stockholders, their wives and families from Cincinnati, Athens and Marietta were in this train; and our four loggers and friends also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These were Honorable William P. Cutler, G. W. Gould and Mr. Green.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When they reached Cutler they stopped at the summit and went through a fine big ceremony of laying the last three ties, and driving the last spike.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone on the train got out here, and great people of our vicinity, with Dr. Harsha and my father, met these fine “railroad builders” and wives, and were introduced and shook hands by the track.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Three of the Company took off their kid gloves and each laid one tie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the last spike was reserved for Honorable William P. Cutler to drive home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>All the men uncovered their heads, and when the spike was buried, all raised a shout, and cheers rent the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They sent a messenger to Cutler to telegraph to Cincinnati, Athens and Marietta that this one hundred and seventy-five miles of railroad was completed and ready for business.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was a wonderful thing, as the forty miles between Athens and Marietta was built through hills and rocks and had so many cuts, bridges and tunnels that it was as hard to build as those railroads in the heart of the Rockies in Colorado today.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The passengers got on board the train after these ceremonies and ran over these ties for the first time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They waved their hands and cheered when the train made its way over the summit toward Marietta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a beautiful sight for us!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The engine was small and the cars were small and flat-topped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would not that train look odd today beside these grim monsters of engines and heavy cars that pass here every day?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-88204724664165144842011-09-03T08:25:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:25:08.993-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 6<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER VI</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>PIONEER HOME LIFE IN SOUTHERN OHIO</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I must go back to the old home of my father and mother, as that is the place that suits me best “Be it ever so humble, thee is no place like home.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“We may build more splendid habitations </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But we cannot buy with gold the old associations.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I am back in that old home, in imagination, with father and mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And after the big job of moving me and my cats, dolls, etc. had been accomplished, the family settled down to business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We will our parents were fourteen, and all had good quarters in the big house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>William, Alexander and John helped to grub and clear the land, and sometimes Jane, Priscilla, Eliza and James would go and help them to burn the brush heaps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was jolly fun for Maggie and her flock of four - Joseph, the twins and me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon as Maggie learned the others were going, after them she swiftly ran with me on her back and my little arms clasped around her neck, with the others at her heels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There she would set me down to watch the great flames and sparks, and she watched that we did not go into danger.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The family always called Maggie “the old hen and her four little chicks.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And while she did not have to scratch for them, she was a fine caretaker of them after they were fed, and she had a good way of amusing us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She now says we were all very good and that I was the sweetest and best baby she had ever seen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that makes me happy today as she was the sweetest little girl I have ever seen since I saw our own dear mother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Maggie had quite a time with Matilda, as she was so like our father and brothers, William and James, for fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would tease Lucinda shamefully in every way she could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would hide her pet cat and books which Lucinda from early childhood delighted in reading.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bu Matilda did not want to read when she was little, though she did like to read during womanhood.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now I have left my cats and dolls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am five years old and I delight to look at picture books and to draw little flowers on my slate, but I cannot quite read as yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to tell you how I learned to read when I was a little past six years old, for it all came to me like a flash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day Priscilla said to me “Now Fannie, you know all your letters and can spell well for one of your age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why can you not learn to read?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I replied, “No one has ever tried to teach me to read!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I will teach you”, she said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she picked up the New Testament and selected the first four verses of the third chapter of St. Matthew, which are:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>1.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judah</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>2.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And saying, Repent ye:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>for the kingdom of Heaven is at hand.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>3.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>For this is He that was spoken of by the prophet Elias, saying:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The voice o</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">f one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>paths straight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 4.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> And the same John had his raiment of camel’s hair, <span style="font-size: 12pt;">and a</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> leathern girdle </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">about his meal was locusts and wild honey.”</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Priscilla read these verses over to me carefully and slowly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she said to me,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Now, Fannie, spell out all these words carefully, in all four verses, and have no one help you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then come to me in one week and read them every word to me, and I will get you a pretty new dress.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I went off by myself and in less than three hours I went to her and said,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Priscilla, I can read these verses now.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She laughed and said, “Let me hear you.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I read every word correctly and she was more surprised than I was when I went over Tennessee Pass, I assure you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She went right off to George Ramse’s store and bought a light purple chintz goods and made it into a beautiful little dress, and I wore it to Sunday School on old Dutch Ridge, in less than one week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Te secret of my success in this:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had heard these verses so often that I had committed them to memory; and then, spelling out the words, it all came back to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The old prophet’s name, and John’s eating the locusts, etc., was hard for me to get over; but I never had any trouble reading, after that lesson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I soon learned to read School books.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seemed like a world of fairy land had opened before me, to be able to read so many sweet stories and books for myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father had many old histories, and I also read those - and books about Scotland, England and Ireland were my delight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was in 1852, but I wish to tell you that I delighted to hear father read many stories, in 1850 and 1851.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In those days I lay down on a cot in the sitting room, evenings, and father would read for all of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a good reader and a fine penman, and taught us much himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took three or four weekly newspapers - among them the “New York Tribune”, in which was printed every week, one chapter of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”, written by Harriet Beecher Stowe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was sure to read this every week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I loved to hear about “Little Eva”, but “Topsy” was my delight - with her tricks; and every one of us was happy when she came into the play, as she made it seem so very real to us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>All wee at home then, but William was away at stone work part of the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he was married, in 1851, he moved into a new log house on his own place, near us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We always saw much of him and his wife - and I stayed about half my days and nights with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His wife’s people were sick at the time set for their marriage, and father and mother told him to bring his bride to their home, and be married at the appointed time - May 15, 1851.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was the first wedding in our beautiful, new home, and father and mother made great preparation for their first son’s marriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father and William had lately been in Cincinnati, and purchased furniture for both of their homes - among it the big dining table that was used for six of our weddings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And mother bought a beautiful, fine, bleached lined tablecloth for this great event - which also was used at all our weddings in the historic old parlor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>They were the first couple I ever saw married, and their turkey was the first bird of its kind I had ever seen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I enjoyed that wedding and that beautiful table set for the nuptial feast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The pink china, etc., just glittered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The bride was young and pretty, attired in Quaker drab of light shade - made short waited, and open on back, very much as dresses are made today, but not quite so narrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she wore the cutest little, very thin, pure white Quaker cap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told me she was my new sister and I loved her and delighted in her Quaker talk, dress and manners.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And brother William loved her - and that made me idolize her for his sake.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1853, our home became a home for about every person living near us, or within twenty miles, as they were then rapidly pushing the construction work on the Marietta and Cincinnati railroad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The railroad company workmen began to lodge at our home every few nights, on their way in buggies, from Marietta to Athens, Ohio - as our home was twenty miles from each place.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father and mother did not wish to keep lodgers or boarders, but were forced by human kindness to lodge these fine, good men - whom they never charged until so many came that these men threw money down to them and said, “You must charge us, as there is no other house where we can stay over night.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For fifteen years, mother never ate one meal with her family alone, nor slept one night without a stranger in the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This bothered her, as she lived quietude.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father and mother had very many friends from far and near, to visit them; and these quests, together with the civil engineers on the railroad, and the railroad workmen kept the house full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A man by name of Gould - I forget his first name _ and G. M. Green, both from Athens, were of the railroad workmen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Honorable William P. Cutler and Beman Gates of Marietta, with Cutler as head manager, were the four who built the railroad - and it took many years.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>They would of ten meet at our home and all stay over night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They belonged to different political parties, and they would argue and debate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father took part in this - and it was great amusement for the big boys, mother and all - and they would sing political songs that were so funny, I can remember them yet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At this time the slaves from Virginia were running away from their masters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes fifteen in a month would cross the Ohio river nine miles from our place, and pass through our place on their way to Canada and freedom, over the “underground railroad.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And a great many good men and very many Quakers would help them go, with their teams at night.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Everyone in those days called my father “honest old Uncle Jimmie Smith”, and he was a great joker, and would get off so many jokes and tricks on these four railroad men and the civil engineers, that he just kept them in “hot water” all the time -- trying to get ahead of him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never saw any person so full of fun tricks and quick answers as my father.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One night in September, 8154, Honorable W. P. Cutler and Beman Gates tried to come from Marietta to our place, but broke their buggy so they would not travel fast, and they never reached our home until nearly 12 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mr. Gates said to Mr. Cutler, “Let us play a trick on ‘Uncle Jimmie’ tonight, as we are to late getting there.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Cutler said, “I will lie down on the buggy and you cover me up with the robe, and go and tap on his window and tell him to hurry out here.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gates obeyed and tapped and said, “Uncle Jimmie!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Uncle Jimmie!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hurry up and come out here quick, as I have a big black fellow out here in my buggy that I want you to hide, as his back is all bleeding from his master’s lash.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father said, “I will come as soon as I can dress.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knew very well what to expect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cutler was big and very dark complexioned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gates uncovered him, and Cutler talked just like a big slave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said to father, “Just see the cuts from the lash on my poor old back; and help me to Canada, if you jest has to put me in the m’th ob de tunnel and let me drop right through into Canada.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father looked earnestly at him and, turning to Gates, said, “Why Gates, you have the genuine article here - a full blooded African!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are hard to pass over on the underground railroad!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many of them are nearly white, and we can pass them over for white folks, and have no trouble in the matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will hide you in a corn shock and see that you get properly started.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But of course, I will never learn whether you ever get to Canada or not.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then all laughed and cheered until everyone in the house dressed and went down into the dining room to share in the fun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Cutler said, “For pity sakes, Uncle Jimmie, give us some supper, for we are nearly starved!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Father called Priscilla and Eliza up to get their supper, and a jolly time they had before retiring.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At this time, Margaret, Joseph, Matilda and Lucinda were going to school in the old log school house on Dutch Ridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not go to school then as it was too far for me to walk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexander, John and James were working on the farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jane, Priscilla and Eliza were doing the housework, sewing, mending, etc.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then things were done until the spring of 1855, when William and Alexander went to Iowa where each bought 160 acres of land near Fort Des Moines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>William soon returned but Alexander stayed and did stonework on the first Capitol building there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Brother John joined him and worked with him there until in 1857, when they both went to Kansas and took claims near Fort Riley - also now near Junction City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They also bought some land there, until each had over two hundred acres.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father and mother missed them sadly, and father wrote beautiful letters to them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then father hired a man by the name of James O’Neil, to help James farm the place, and he worked for him a long time, and made his home there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His brother-in-law came over from Ireland, and father hired him also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they both worked there until 1859.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were fine workers and all treated them like brothers, and they became very much attached to our family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The last mentioned was William Marshall.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In December, 1856, our school term in the old log school house commenced and lasted until the first of March, 1857.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sarah McGill, a sister of Honorable William McGill, and a Scotch girl, was the teacher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was my first teacher, as I never went to school until I was over ten years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was pretty and good, and loved her occupation and her name so well that she never changed either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her picture is hanging in my bedroom now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She boarded at our home and I would sit close to her and hold her very pretty, soft hand in mine, and she petted me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought she was the finest person I had ever met; and the novelty of going to school greatly pleased me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A very heavy snow fell on the first day of school and it did not melt off until after the last day of the three months’ term.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sleigh riding was fine all winter, and father and James take us to school every morning, and go after us every evening This was jolly fun for us and the teacher.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father and Miss McGill had fine fun reading Scotch books and Burns’ poems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But father could beat he at it - to our delight, and hers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Margaret, Joseph, Matilda, Lucinda, Frances and I attended this school term every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The geography that father bought for Joseph in 1853, gave the population of Chicago at 10,000.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just look what it is today!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James and Joseph both learned very fast while going to school in the old log house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lucinda learned very rapidly in all her studies, and she and Joseph were extra bright in arithmetic and algebra.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>During this term of school, Nancy Burk was my first little school chum, and about my age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was very dear to me, and I have her picture hanging beside our first teacher, in my bedroom, today.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I want to tell you how she would whisper to me after our lessons were studies - for we all whispered in school in those days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day we whispered for one hour without stopping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were as close together as we could get, with our feet dangling from an old four-legged slab for a set - that had no back to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This bench was far too high from the floor for us, and our feet kept time with our voices - by swinging them regularly to keep balance on our perch.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Nancy whispered, “Fannie! Fannie! Do please tell me what the ‘underground railroad’ is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have heard that your father, ‘honest old Jimmie Smith’, knows lots about it.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I knew lots about it myself and had seen many of its dusky passengers; but I had been taught not to tell what I had learned about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I whispered, “What have you heard about this wonderful railroad?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She replied, “They say they run fugitive slaves off over it, into Canada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please ask your father about this and tell me about this mysterious machine to carry fugitive slaves over to freedom in Canada.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I looked at her very earnestly and said, “Do you suppose my father would bother himself to run a fugitive slave into Canada, or any place else?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know just as much about this ‘underground railroad’ as my father knows.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She said, “Then if you know, please tell me and I will not tell it to a human being.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I replied, “Nancy, they open a tunnel among these hills some place, and drop these fugitive slaves into the mouth of it; and they never stop rolling until they roll right into Canada.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She always kept my secret and never forgot it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Nancy was married at sixteen, to a man named William Brandenberry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And in a few months after this, he enlisted as one of the first Volunteers in the Civil War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was in that war from start to finish, and she learned all about the ‘underground railroad’ and how it was manipulated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was indeed - </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>“A very curious machine</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>As it carried many passengers,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>And never has been seen.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-5317405949208782472011-09-03T08:13:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:15:07.652-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTERS 4 & 5<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER IV</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>OF THE DEAD.</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will now mention a few of the dead</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My brother, James Hamilton Smith, was killed at City point, Virginia, on August 9, 1864, while in the U. S. service during the Civil War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Rebels threw a torpedo into the U. S. Ordinance barge and blew her up, killing thousands of the Union soldiers, and he among them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was twenty-eight years of age, and the father said he looked just like his grandfather who is the hero of my “love story.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My nephew, Dr. Joseph Addison Burke, died on his thirty-first birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a fine physician and had practiced four years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was married years before he died, but I never saw his wife.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Little, sweet Rebecca Lorena Roe died when se was eight years old, and was greatly mourned by us, as she was so right and kind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Little James W. Dawson died when he was years old. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had the rich, black Dawson eyes, and was a very bright, sweet child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was sister Priscilla’s only child.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER V</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>HOMES OF OUR CHILDHOOD - AND “LINCOLN COTTAGE”</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I desire to go back to the home of my childhood and let my journey’s march and where it began - amid the scenes of home. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I am at my old home in Washington County, Ohio, in Decatur Township - to me the dearest place in the county, for here I was born and spent my happy childhood and girlhood days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was born in a large, hewn-log house, with large two-story buildings in front - with a wide-roofed hallway between them, leading to a large one-story, round log kitchen on the back of the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This kitchen was my parents’ first home in Washington County for a few months -- and they moved into it without windows or doors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When it stormed they hung quilts in the windows and doorways until it was completed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon after, they put up the rest of the house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Sister Priscilla would of ten talk of those old pioneer days, as she was in them and did most of the housework while we others were small children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was three years old, my father erected a large frame house which is still standing on the old farm - in good condition.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My brother, Joseph - while he owned the farm - enlarged and improved the house until it was so big that he told me he was ashamed to look at it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It takes lots of sweeping to care for it, as I kept house for him in it one year.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The farm is now owned by Dr. A Howard Smith and Omie F. Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember living in the house and sleeping upstairs in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can remember when we were fourteen at the long dining table - our parents and twelve children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For they never lost even a bale, and reared to manhood and womanhood all that were given to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they of ten said - : We have not one too many.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is now standing at the corner where stood one of the front rooms of the log house, a pear tree that is very large and old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ate pears off from it last summer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I want to tell you about our moving from the old log house to our new, frame house which was nice for those times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Joseph Place was the builder of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Excuse me - as I will say considerable about myself and that moving - as I am the only one I can remember distinctly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took the entire family to move me and my possessions - of cats, dolls and play things - as I was the baby and humored pet of the household.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All let me have my own sweet way - and if I did not want to do my own way, my four big brothers would make me do so.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>William grabbed me from my other three big brothers who each said - “I will set her in the new house first.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ran all the way with me and my best doll in his arms, while I kept saying - “William, William, where are the cats?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He said - “Here comes little Joe with the old gray cat!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yes, but where are the four lump kittens?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well, here come the twins, each with kittens in her apron!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We sat down by the big fireplace, in which was a fine, right wood fire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were a happy lot, with sweet young Maggie for our general out to play in the young orchards and groves around our beautiful new home - which had long rows of trees on each side of the front walk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On both sides, the palm of Gilead, catalpa, walnut, coffee bean, different kinds of fir and the feathery hemlock mingle their foliage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The song of the birds meets your ear, and the odor of roses and violets sweetens the air.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The shrubbery was next to the walk = on both sides - where loomed the little early flowering almond and sweet scented shrub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father had planted all these before building the new house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In these days we could see our dear old father with a pruning knife in his had, caring for all things growing in the front yard, and his three young orchards - in which there were a two-legged apple tree and a four-legged apple tree growing near the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He planted trees from his nursery one year, and the next year he grafted them together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This made one top entrees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One year he planted four trees near each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next year he grafted of each of these together - and the third year he grafted these together - making one top on four trees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We children would tie canvas around the four legs of the tree and carpet it with big pieces of moss, for a playhouse.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My father had the first fruit nursery in that vicinity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always had a kind word and smile for each and every person who would meet him at work and while caring for his flower beds - whose beauty and fragrance I cannot describe, although I lived among them much of the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father had every kind of flower that I can think of, and the little early primroses and daffodils were my delight - as he would tell me that these and his many peach trees were in full bloom on that lovely April morning when I was born.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Maggie would take us out every fine day - for a walk or ramble - and she and “Jo” would build playhouses for us and carpet them with great, big pieces of green moss from big rotten logs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was Maggie’s pleasant duty to care for us four younger children while the older ones worked on the farm or spun the flax and wool to make our clothing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Our fine new big, six=legged dining tale, now in fine condition in the new home of Dr. a. Howard Smith, in Marietta, Ohio - at which we all dined k- was always covered with a handsome, white, pure linen tablecloth which mother had spun, and father or Priscilla had woven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father and mother never would eat without a white tablecloth as they desired their well supplied table to look cheerful and appetizing with its beautiful pink china dishes and some other pretty dishes - now in the homes of sisters Margaret and Lucinda - that they brought from Philadelphia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Father never would eat without some extra fine meat on the tale, as he said a table was never properly supplied without good meat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he would always carve this meat himself and see that his many guests and children were properly served at table.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father’s large farm was, and is as yet, a very pretty and romantic place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are so many caves with water-falls and Indian mortars in them, and such beautiful rocks in lodges which, in some places, are covered with cat-tail moss, with long, bright green branches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would gather this every fall and fill vases with it for winter; and it would grow beautifully in the vases if we kept the water plentifully supplied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We mixed with it a very delicate, small, round-leafed vine with small, round, bright-red berries on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These long, fine vines would hang down over the parlor mantle - and I have never seen more beautiful vases.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The little red berries were good to eat; which made the search for them the more interesting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Some of these large, romantic caves are hung with stalactites and have a great many <u>human ones in them - of a large, six-fingered and six-toed race</u>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eric Burnett has a lot of big bones which he took out of a cave on his place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While digging a deep well on his place he found some <u>mastodon ones and a tooth</u> which still has enamel on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His home is near our old home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One-fourth of a mile from our old home, on sixty acres which my father gave to brother William (he ought forth acres joining it), is the historic old stone mansion which William C. Smith built in 1870.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is known all over hat vicinity as one of the finest homes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is a huge pile of stone, pick-dressed and chisel-ordered - with four gales and slate-roofed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are large stone, twin columns in front, and an immensely big dressed stone resting on top of these columns, on which he cut the American Eagle and shield and darts - the cost of arms of the United States of America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Above this stone is another finely dressed stone, on which he cut in large letters:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">LINCOLN COTTAGE</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Erected By </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">WILLIAM C. SMITH</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In 1870</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And above this stone is a smaller square stone, on which he cut the names of his apprentices and men that helped to build the mansion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>S. Quinn, D. Newell, T. Stephens and S. Brooker.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On the back of the cottage, on the lower part of the north gable - seen plainly from the railroad - is a grand, very large arch with a beautiful hanging keystone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cottage has a south front and a rolling terraced year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A hemlock hedge cuts the upper part of the yard from the large lower grounds on which stand all kinds of large firs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Passing through the front gate, an avenue of dark pines appears before you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On both sides of the walk, leading up stone steps, the yellow age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The song of birds meets your ear, and the odor of pines sweetens the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This large stone mansion is built on a high hill and the mountains of West Virginia can plainly be seen from it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Three children by name of Lee (brother William’s wife’s brother’s orphan children) were given a home here when they were very small.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And one of the girls, Roxy - now Mrs. George Remely - and her husband, with three children of his - one young girl and boys - and her brother, Theodore G. Lee, now occupy this beautiful home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mother of these children was Addie Lee, a first cousin of Roxy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Brother William’s wife’s relatives will probably occupy Lincoln Cottage for many generations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>William’s wife was cousin of General Robert E. Lee of the Confederate Army, and a cousin of the great Senator Ben Wade of Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her mother as Ruth Wade, a very fine and refined lady.</span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-76640478668452280842011-09-03T08:11:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:11:19.690-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 3<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER III</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>MYSTIC NUMBER 5</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I must go on and tell you a little more about “The Lone Smith Family” of whom I am the youngest.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As you will see, I came here on the eleventh of April, 1846 and I have been here ever since.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I came very early in the morning at 1:15 a.m. and I have been getting up very early every morning ever since and hustling all the time as you all know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now that I am here, you will not be any longer looking through a glass dimly with me; for now I am glad I can see you all face to face and talk to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For it has been a task for me in my old age to decipher these old manuscripts that I have kept so long to tell you what I have told in the previous pages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All who have the name of Smith, please look over what I have written and find that FIVE sons are recorded thus: - first, FIVE brothers in King William’s arm; then FIVE sons of Colonel James Smith, one of whom, James Smith, is my grandfather who was born in Scotland, May 11, 1733.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had only one son, my father, James Smith, born April 5, 1792.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And looking over our birth record, you will see that he had FIVE sons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then count for yourselves my nephews and you will see that he has FIVE grandsons only, by name of Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are brother Alexander’s three sons, Frank A. Smith, William Smith and Malcolm Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then brother Joseph’s sons, Dr. Arthur Howard Smith an Omie Frank Smith.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here we are back to the fact that in the sixth generation we find but one son, as only one of my father’s grandsons by name of Smith is married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This one is Dr. A. Howard Smith of Marietta, Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He married Eda Smith of Cincinnati, and they have one son, Lawrence Willis Smith, about ten years of age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And observe, he is a Smith indeed, as his mother all her life was borne this beautiful name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How lucky she is, never to give it up!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A few words now to you, my four unmarried nephews by name of Smith, of whom Omie Frank is the youngest - and he is not very young!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do not tremble, for I will not give your ages although I know each one’s age correctly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before I say what I have to tell you, I draw your attention to the fact that our grandmother, Jane Alexander, had FIVE brothers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>See how often number FIVE comes in, in this history; also the name James, for great grandfather’s name are James Alexander.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will call my handsome nephew, James P. Roe, the son of my beloved sister Lucinda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here you are, James, - with your four cousins by name of Smith - and none of you FIVE are married!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James, you are more Smith than any of them, - except the name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please look over the description of your great grandfather, James Smith, and find it is your description exactly, - only you weigh more.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here you are now, my FIVE unmarried nephews.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hurrah for number FIVE again, as I am so glad to greet you all once more!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hear ye what I have to say to these noble FIVE Smith descendents who all look and act like your great grandfather, James Smith!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will call you FIVE up again soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to greet number Five a few times more before telling you all I wish to say to you...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I observe that grandmother Morrison had the mystic number of FIVE sons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am getting very nervous recording number FIVE, but suppose I must keep right on at it, as here come my FIVE unmarried nieces; and one of you is a beautiful heiress who has a very high-sounding name - as all our great American heiresses are expected to inherit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are all ideal types of our true, noble, refined and educated American girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are a fine looking lot, every one of them!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And all are so kind and amiable and sweet tempered that their presence rings sunshine and flowers wherever they go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they all inherit from their grandparents, English pride, Scotch industry and Irish wit enough to take care of themselves.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here I will record their names: - Lucy Margaret Hibbard, Annie Smith, Jeannette Lenore Burke, Helen Margaret Roe and Priscilla Roe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tell you, here I have recorded the names of some of our great American women!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of them have too much Irish sense to let any European titled duke, count or ex-king come over here to claim their fortune and take them to wife long enough to spend it and then show their pictures in the newspapers while their divorce proceedings are going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am proud of them for this!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I am quite sure “the heiress” will keep her high and right royal name of Smith while she lives, and I am proud of her for this!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has a beautiful, slender form, and the description of my beautiful grandmother, Jane Alexander, will answer for hers exactly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My beloved nieces, I must leave you and welcome number FIVE once more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For here come my FIVE married nephews and nieces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Dr. A. Howard Smith and wife, Eda</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Martyn S. Hibbard and wife, Eva</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Henry Sheets and wife, Mary Roe</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Rev. John J. Handsaker and wife, Alice</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Fred H. Edmonds and wife, Grace</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>All of these have very pleasant and beautiful homes, and all seem to enjoy life greatly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And after them comes a fine troupe of babies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hurrah for the babies!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I suppose I must record number FIVE again!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me count you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But here they come!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Just look at us, dear Aunt Frances, for we are a fine lot of sweet little girls!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we bring you number FIVE, plus one!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just look at us and see if you can keep us quiet long enough to record our names; for we are Smith descendents and we are constantly busy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We will sit down and smile very sweetly while you record our names.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are: -</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Luis Mae Handsaker, Margaret Elaine Handsaker, Lucile E. Hibbard, Grace Sylvania Edmonds, Roberta Sheets and Henrietta Sheets.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Margaret E. Handsaker says to me, “Dear Grandaunt Frances, please excuse me for spoiling your Mystic Number Five On the sixth of last October, because I could not help it, as I wanted to come too, and get I close by my little cousins, Grace Sylvania Edmonds and Henrietta Sheets”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>( all of whom came here in 1911).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I will gladly pardon you, dear little one, and I am so glad you came, as you are my dear brother John’s fourth great grandchild.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now babies, just please be very quiet, every sweet little one of you; for here comes a troop of sweet little boys who are calling me their sweet old grandaunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But every one is wearing a sad, sad face!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Dear boys, why are you all so sad?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are all so young and sweet and manly!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Listen to us, dear Aunt Frances!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have lost one of our number, or we would ring you the Mystic Number Five again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our beautiful little cousin, Robert Sheets, died years ago, when he was eight years old, and we all miss him, as he was the best one among us, and physically and mentally a very type of human perfection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had such beautiful, mild, bright, black eyes and soft, black hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He loved you so well, dear Aunt Frances!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You also loved him and praised him so to all of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What shall we do, for he can never come to see us again?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Listen to me, dear boys, and cheer up!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We can all go to him where he now is - over on the Golden Shore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And listen, dear ones!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am expecting to go there before long, and I want you all to try to meet me there where we will find him in real perfection, and many more of our loved ones whom I have mentioned in this history of the Lone Smith Family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dear boys, are you ready for me to record your names?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yes, dear Aunt Frances; but we are only FOUR.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But call us FIVE, as we still feel that we are FIVE - as the first one mentioned is in Heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>See how beautiful your names will look with the pure ONE to begin with.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here you are: -</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>ROBERT SHEETS, James Arthur sheets, Lawrence W. Smith, Charles M. Hibbard and John Morrison Handsaker.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I tell you that you are a fine looking lot of little boys, and I have seen every one of you; and I never could tell which is the finest boy, for you are all the very types of perfection to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are undoubtedly the coming men of this great and good nation, as you are all descendents of this good “Lone Smith Family”, and your good and kind parents are giving you all a good chance to be well educated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And o course you will all succeed, for with these opportunities and the qualities inherited from your ancestors, how can you fail?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are the qualities men are made of, viz: - English Statesmanship, Scotch Industry and real, genuine Irish Mother Wit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I am very sure you possess all of these.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now go away and see that you use all these just right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here comes one more of you to claim honorable mention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is my beloved nephew, William K. Roe, who is a good fellow all by himself and one of the best types of mental and physical big boyhood anyone could wish to see.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I assure you all that he will succeed in life, for he is even now succeeding and learning the machinist’s trade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is hard work, and you should see his strong arms and muscles, strengthened and developed y this hard labor, which he says he truly likes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is a fine looking, big fellow with dark hazel eyes and good features, smooth complexion, and very full of fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All are mentioned now.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I wish to show you the most interesting part of this history.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The “Lone Smith Family” are today only twenty-nine persons, and these are all direct descendents from Colonel James Smith who lived hundred and fifteen years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Three of us are in the fourth generation from him; sixteen in the fifth generation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ten are in the sixth generation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And of these ten, there is but one by the name of Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This one is Lawrence W. Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is today the “One Lone Smith.” and I am beginning to fear that in the seventh generation someone will be obliged to write the history of “the Lost Name of Smith.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My father told me some interesting facts about his parents and grandparents, which I here relate.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Colonel James Smith was a person of exalted rand and he lived in England quite awhile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was also there with his Regiment and became acquainted with those whom England termed great people in those days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There he married a great English lady and went to Scotland to live on his estate there, where his five sons were born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have told you about his son, James Smith, who is my grandfather.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will tell you about my father’s maternal ancestors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James Alexander was born of noble English parents in England, and he inherited their estates which were both in England and Scotland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And while living in Scotland, he became acquainted with a Scotch lady y name of Hannah Reiney, who was years younger than himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a bright girl and always had a quick answer for any joke that came at her; in fact she was very witty, and their courtship began in fun and was very short.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She proved to be a good business woman and a grand hostess to so many distinguished guests who were constantly in his fine Castle Landeck in Ireland.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jane Alexander was all and more than I have told you in the “love story.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her parents idolized her and she was the joy of her father’s life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He would not consent for her to leave his home where she was an ornament and help for her mother in entertaining those great people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wore the finest of clothes, and she had a mistress of her roes, and dressing maids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the time I have been writing this history, I have been sitting in a chair that has been in the possession of some member of the “Lone Smith Family” for ninety years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many of your good ancestors and sat in their chair, and this gives me inspiration to do them justice. </span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-26225644622508264182011-09-03T08:06:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:06:22.069-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 2<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>CHAPTER II</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>OUR MATERNAL ANCESTORS</strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Long, long years ago in the Highlands of Scotland lived a man by the name of Thomas Shaw, who married Margaret Wilson, and they had a daughter, Katherine Shaw, who married a man by the name of Robert Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had a daughter, Margaret Scott, who married a man by the name of Alexander McCausland; and they had a daughter, Katherine McCausland, who married a man by the name of John Morrison.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they had a daughter, Margaret Morrison, who is my mother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John Morrison married Frances Hamilton, and they had a son, John Morrison, who married Katherine McCausland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I will give you my grandmother’s record of the births of all her eleven children. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it is very odd, as she had four pairs of twins; and they came every way that they could come:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>first, boys; then a boy and a girl; then a girl and a boy; then girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother would laugh and tell us this, as it was so odd.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Family record of John Morrison who married Katherine McCausland about the year 1799 or 1800.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 85.5pt 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Born to John Morrison and wife--</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>1800<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Twin boys who lived but a few days</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>1802<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Dec. 23<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Twins, Hamilton and Margaret</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>1805<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Dec. 22<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Twins, Ann and Alexander</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>1809<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jan. 15<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Frances Hamilton</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On August 5, 1809, the father, John Morrison, died.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">On February 1, 1813, Katherine Morrison was remarried to William Hicks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The following are her children by the name of Hicks.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>1814 <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jan. 2<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Elizabeth Hicks</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>1815<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Feb. 3<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Twins, Katherine and Jane Hicks</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>1818<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Feb. 5<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Robert Hazlett Hicks</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mother had relatives by name of McCracken, McFarland, Hamilton, Gordon and Mills; all of whom she visited since I can remember.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She went to Philadelphia during the Civil War and visited a cousin by name of John Mills.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a fine home and business house there, and a married son, William Mills, who had three well educated and fine looking daughters, Sallie, Lizzie and Katherine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wrote to these for several years for mother, but after mother died we quit writing and we never hear from them now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother lived with her mother’s sister by name of McFarland while she was in Philadelphia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She came over the ocean with them when she was sixteen years old, from County Tyrone, Ireland; where she was born; but her parents were born in Scotland.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mother visited of her cousins by name of McFarland near Hamden Junction, Ohio, on September 20, 1871.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I heard her say to George McFarland, on the platform of the depot (where he came from his farm with a buggy to meet her), “Fifty-one years ago today we landed in the city of Philadelphia together.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then our team pulled out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sister Matilda and I went on to Baxter Springs, Kansas to visit our sister, Eliza F. Hibbard, whose son, Martyn S., was very sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sat in one of our laps for over three weeks, and he was so thin and pale, and could not lie in bed during the day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told him little stories that he still remembered when I last saw him on the 5h of March, 1908.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>George McFarland had a sister, Margaret Hemphill, who lived near him there, and mother visited her also at this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The summer before this she had spent one month very pleasantly at our old home with mother and she had spent one month very pleasantly at our old home with mother and all of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had a sister by name of Jane Gordon, who lived near Teveolta, West Virginia, and my brother, William, who lived near her and her family or three times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had a large family, and he thought them very good and thrifty people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One daughter, Bettie, was school teacher, and so pretty and full of fun hat she cheered all at their home greatly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never saw any of them but have wanted to see them ever since William told me of them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I must come to the marriage of our parents and give you their correct family record, kept by my father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You will observe by dates that he was about then years older than mother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>James Smith, born April 5, 1792</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Margaret Morrison Smith, born Dec. 23, 1802</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There first children were born in Philadelphia, all the others in Columbiana County, Ohio, till Margaret; and she and all we younger ones in dear old Washington County, Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This s a correct record of all our births and marriages.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Births--</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Ann June Smith<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>April 23, 1824</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>William Castles<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Sept. 17, 1825</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Priscilla<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>April 13, 1827</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Alexander Franklin<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Aug. 16, 1829</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>John Morrison<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>May 9, 1831</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Eliza<span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>May 11, 1833</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>James Hamilton<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>July 5, 1835</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Matilda and Lucinda (Twins)<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Dec. 17, 1842</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Frances Eleanora<span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>April 11, 1846</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Marriages--</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>William C. Smith and Phoebe Lee<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>May 15, 1851</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Eliza Smith and Henry M. Hibbard<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>June 15, 1857</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>John M. Smith and Jane D. Creesy<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>April 15, 1851</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Alexander F. Smith and Deborah McGirr<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Oct. 28, 1865</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Priscilla Smith an Benoni H. Dawson<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>April 18, 1868</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Joseph A. Smith and Susan M. DeLagrange<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Nov. 2, 1871</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>John M. Smith (re-wed) and Mary J. Evans<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aug. 14, 1873</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Matilda Smith and Wilson M burke<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Feb. 3, 1874</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Lucinda Smith and Phillip W. Roe<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Oct. 17, 1876</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Frances E. Smith and Charles Payne<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>April 3, 1879</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 63.0pt 99.0pt 2.5in 238.5pt 4.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Margaret R. Smith and William E. McGee<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>May 9, 1883</span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-61992851735796394422011-08-20T06:17:00.000-07:002011-09-03T07:51:06.403-07:00HISTORY OF THE LONE SMITH FAMILY - CHAPTER 1(While researching the Underground Railroad in Cutler, OH, Henry Burke was given a copy of a long letter from Frances Smith Payne to her family, copies of which had been passed down through the family until he received this one, which we will serialize in our blog, from a family who purchased a 160-acre farm in Cutler.)<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I had intended to write this “History of the Lone Smith Family” in the years of 1877 and 1878, when mother gave me the history of her ancestors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been too busy ever since then to think of writing it, and for the last years I had entirely given up writing it, as I felt that all my nephews and nieces were so occupied in the rapid ways of life now, that they would hardly take the time even to read the “Love stories of their Grandmothers..”</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then, one cold day in January, 1912, I thought I would amuse myself looking over the histories of my father’s and mother’s ancestors; and immediately I began writing about them, thinking it my duty to leave this history to all my relatives, as no one else can do this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always enjoyed knowing what I do about them.</span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 6;"> </span>Frances Smith Payne</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Watseka, Illinois<span style="mso-tab-count: 7;"> </span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 7;"></span>February 22, 1912</span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">This manuscript was turned over to me for publication by my cousin, Dr. A. Howard Smith.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt 45pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I am the daughter of John Morrison Smith who was of the first generation of the “Lone Smith Family” born in America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His history is included among the twelve children of James and Margaret Smith. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Many of the incidents here recorded were told to me, in my childhood, by my father.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alice M. Smith Handsaker</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">2840 S. E. Thirty-First Avenue</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Portland, Oregon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">December, 1939</span><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 3.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Chapter I</strong></span></div><strong></strong><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 3.0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>OUR PARENTAL ANCESTORS</strong></span></div><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">In the Highlands of Scotland, in the reign of William and Mary, there lived five brothers by the name of Smith, and one of these is our parental ancestor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>King William III was William, Prince of Orange, who had married Mary, the oldest daughter of King James II of England. William and Mary’s title to the Crown of England was acknowledged in 1697.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>William III had an army during the wars of those times, and these five Smith brothers, of whom were commissioned officers, were all in his army.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span>One of the five, whose name was James, was a Colonel in this army.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think my father told me he was the youngest of the five.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was married in England, to a very fine English lady, and he and his wife were quite old when married, yet they had five sons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He of course was old when he left the army, and it was several years after this that he married this lady who was twenty years younger than himself at that time.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“My father always told me that he went to Ireland as a surgeon in the English army.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alice M. Smith Handsaker</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">His youngest son, our grandfather, James Smith, was born in Scotland on the 11<sup>th</sup> of May, 1733.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He lived seventy-seven years, and he was our grandfather.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He left Scotland on account of the wars, and went into the north of Ireland to live in County Armagh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There he became acquainted with a beautiful girl who also was born in Scotland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her name was Jane Alexander, and she was our grandmother.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I will first tell you why I call ourselves “The Lone Smith Family.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My father told me repeatedly that he had no living relatives by the name of Smith, only his own children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had one sister, Jane Smith, nearly three years older than he.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot give date of her birth, but am sure I can give date of my father’s birth correctly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His name was James Smith, born in County Armath, Ireland, on the 5<sup>th</sup> day of April, 1792.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I see that I have forgotten to tell you that my grandfather married Jane Alexander before my father’s only sister and my father were born.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Well, no wonder I forgot it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As they came very nearly never getting married; in which case, if they had never married, I would not be sitting over a register in a beautiful upstairs room in the city of Watseka, Illinois, trying to fulfill my promise to leave this history of all the Smiths to our descendants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For nearly all those ancestors mentioned were killed in those old wars; and my father was the only Smith left of his family name.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Father’s sister, Jane Smith, married a soldier in the regular British army.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His name was George Young, and they had four children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But my father lost track of them before he died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We can never find any Smith, outside of our family, who are related to us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of you please <u>remember</u> this!</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now I wish to tell you a real, true love story, as my father told it to me when I was a little girl, about our grandfather, <u>James Smith</u> and our grandmother, <u>Jane Alexander</u>.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Grandfather was fifty-seven years old and grandmother was thirty-seven when they were married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And as I remember, they were about four years married when my father was born, on April 5, 1792.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The “Love Story” is beautiful, and both my father and grandfather loved to tell it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How shall I tell it to you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am not good at telling love stories!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I will do my best.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In County Armath, on Erin’s green isle, lived a man by the name of James Smith, who was thirty-seven years of age, and a Scottish Highlander by birth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was tall, well built and handsome, with beautiful, bright, black eyes and hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had served some time in the regular British army, which gave him a fine walk and address; and he was a fine scholar, as his tutors in Scotland were Presbyterians of fine education and very strict in their religious duties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was in good circumstances and enjoyed life and good health.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Near his home in Scotland lived a wealthy nobleman by the name of James Alexander, who had married a fine lady by the name of Hannah Reiney.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had five sons and one daughter, Jane Alexander, all of who wee born in the Highlands of Scotland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James Alexander called his daughter, Jane, his “bonny sweet little Highland lassie.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was beautiful, with rich, dark brown hair and clear, pink and white complexion, small, delicate hands and a very fine, slender form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had a noble bearing, being reared in luxury, and highly educated by those strict old Scotch Presbyterians.</span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">They lived in a large stone castle and entertained many distinguished visitors there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Officers of the British army and grand old and young gentlemen and ladies of rank from England and Scotland came to his fine castle of weeks at a time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were all grandly treated there, and the young people and fine balls in the large entertainment hall of the castle.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My grandfather was always a distinguished guest on those grand occasions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There he met many fine ladies and gentlemen, and they had garden parties and outdoor sports on the large and beautiful grounds surrounding the old historical “Castle Landeck” which he had purchased a few years before for a home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he died he gave each of his five sons a grist mill, and his wife, Hannah, and his daughter, Jane, each a large farm and a store on each farm.</span> </div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He was a very strict Presbyterian until he was on his deathbed; and there he told all his family and the many friends around him in the castle that he was no more a Presbyterian but a Methodist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he begged them all to unite with the Methodist Church, as he “had learned to believe in free grace through Christ.”</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Now I have told you all I can about my great grandparents on both my grandfather’s and my grandmother, Jane Alexander’s side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But you see, I have not yet told you that “love story” as to how my grandfather, James Smith, wooed and won James Alexander’s “bonny little Highland lassie.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He loved her first as a sweet little child whom he petted and caressed, and he told her stories of his life in the British army and of his great commanding officers, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gave her many beautiful toys which she prized greatly.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When she was seventeen years old he realized that she was not a child any longer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he loved her company still more as the happy years passed swiftly by, as they rambled over the castle grounds and sat by babbling brooks, cool grottos and under fragrant Hawthorne trees when in full bloom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There he told her the “old, old story” of his love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had not realized until then that she was more than a child pet of his.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What do you guess she said to him?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was this:</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Dear James, I know you are the best and most charming man I have ever known, and none of my many boy friends are dear to me as you are!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But remember, James, that you are twenty years older than I, and I cannot as yet leave my dear father and mother and my five brothers, of whom are younger than I, and all need my tender care and affection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even all the Irish servants in the castle need my love and care.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even all our maids say they cannot work if I am not there to cheer them.”</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He still kept going to the castle and took her so many fine books to read during the following nineteen years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took her the choicest of his many beautiful flowers and a coral necklace; and later a long pearl neck chain which she afterwards decided to wear as his chains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So twenty years of devotion to each other passed when he said to her,</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“There are not quite so many years difference in our ages now as nineteen years ago when I asked you to be my bride; for you are a woman of thirty-seven now and I am still young.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I have fully decided that if I do not marry you, I will never wed any other woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And now, at fifty-seven, I need your care and affection.”</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She replied, “I have lately been thinking as you do on this subject and have fully decided never to wed any many but you, James.”</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So they killed the “fatted calf” - - that they had been fattening for years and years - and made a grand feast in the romantic old castle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many old and tried friends of their younger days and all their faithful Irish servants were there with all their funny jests and happy faces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the Presbyterian minister was invited over to the old castle, and pronounced them man and wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I am so glad he did!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or I could not be sitting upstairs this cold day, telling his old, old “love story” to my many nephews and nieces and to my grand nephews and nieces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am sure you also are all very glad; as not one of you would be here to read this romance.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I guess you will now think that truly we are all creatures of circumstances from the cradle to the grave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just look for one moment and think of such a thing as one man being true and devoted to one woman for twenty years, and one woman loving only that same man for twenty years!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How does this look, compared with the love stories of today, as I read them in the daily Chicago newspapers?</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My dearly beloved relatives, I must tell you the “love story” is ended.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I must follow their illustrious descendants on the Smith line down to my own self, and a little farther.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But before I proceed farther, I want to say that the memorandum which my father gave me when a child tells me that one of my grandfather’s brothers had a daughter who married a man by the name of Robert Currey, and they had a large family, either in Scotland or Ireland, I forget which.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Currey was a blacksmith by trade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We may have many relatives by name of Alexander and Currey, but we have no trace of them now.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The rest of my task is easy, as I have my own memory to guide me and but few short love stories to relate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My father’s mother died at about fifty-three, and his father as a little over seventy-seven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I learned the “love story” I have told you when I was a little girl sitting beside the fireplace on winter evenings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sister, Matilda, and would sit, one on each side of our father, and he would tell us these stories after all the rest of the family were in bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was so kind and happy, and we delighted to hear these and many other stories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The old fireplace and hearth are still there in our dear old home and I never see them without those sweet memories coming back to me.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My father came to America in 1818, and lived in Philadelphia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a weaver by trade, and used a fly loom in a large factory in this city for four years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And in that factory where my mother wound bobbins, father got acquainted with here, and going home from the same church, the Methodist Episcopal.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">After locating in Southern Ohio, the Smith family identified themselves with the Quakers, and they ran stations on the Underground Railway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I distinctly remember my grandmother dressed in Quaker garb.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My father told me many thrilling stories of how he and his brothers took fugitive slaves and rode North with them all night, to the next Underground Railway Station.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">One of the interesting experiences of those Underground Railroad days was told to me by my cousin, Omie F. Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A large party of slaves was scheduled to cross the Ohio River from Virginia, and my uncle, William C. Smith, was one of a group of young men who was to meet them and carry them north on their journey toward freedom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On his way to the rendezvous, a terrific thunder storm came up and he was late in arriving at the place of meeting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile the owners of the slaves had gotten word of the proposed escape of their ‘property’, and they, instead of the slaves, met the party as they attempted to land on the southern side of the river, capturing all of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These young men were thrown into prison where they were held until the close of the Civil War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So it was only by the providential intervention of a thunder storm that Uncle William escaped imprisonment during the entire period of the Civil War.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alice M. Smith Handsaker</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My mother was a very short, handsome, little Irish lassie, and father fell in love with her at first sight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He saw her first in church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was dressed in a straw colored silk crepe dress with bonnet and slippers to match it; wide ribbon ties on a little poke bonnet, and straw colored bows with buckles to match on her slippers which covered her very small feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She carried a large silk, straw colored parasol and a grand large fan to match her whole costume.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sister Margaret has the parasol and fan, a quilt made of the dress and her cloak.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a very small piece of the new material of her dress.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I fear I must tell you one more sweet, short “lover story”, as my father told it to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said on that day when he first saw mother in church that “the Quaker light within” came into him while in church, that “she would ere long be his wife.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said that all at once he remembered that his grandfather had married an English lady, and now he said to himself, “I have English, Scotch and Irish blood in my veins; and I truly wonder if I have either English, Scotch or Irish sense enough to court this lovely maiden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If not, probably if I put all three of them together in the right proportion, I may win her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I will risk putting the Irish on top, and if that fails, I will give up.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But “Pat” spoke within me and said, “Pretend to be rich, James, and use lots of blarney in that Scottish language that you can speak so eloquently and you will surely woo and win the maid” whom his bosom ever held dear.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">That day he made sure to overtake her on the street, and he said to her, “I see you belong to the same church that I do.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he asked to carry her hymn book and talked to her and learned that she was a bobbin winder in the large factory where he was a weaver.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The sweet little lassie had another lover by name of Donnie O’Connell; but James’ Scottish eloquence, English pride and Irish wit soon drove “poor Donnie”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>from the contest, and they had a very proper and happy courtship which lasted for or three years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will now give you the exact words of their marriage certificate which is right now in my hands.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 1in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“This is to certify that James Smith, and Margaret Morrison were joined together is Holy Matrimony on the 25<sup>th</sup> day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-three, by me</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 1in 0pt 0.5in; tab-stops: .5in 1.0in 3.0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>(WITNESS:)</span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John West<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Wm Thacher </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Eliza Thacher,<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Minister of the Gospel</span><br />
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While researching the Underground Railroad in Cutler, OH, Henry Burke was given a copy of a long letter from Frances Smith Payne to her family, copies of which had been passed down through the family until he received this one, which we will serialize it in our blog, from a family who had purchased a 160-acre farm in Cutler.<br />
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<strong>PREFACE</strong>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-36426482448019229572011-06-20T12:12:00.000-07:002011-06-20T12:28:09.161-07:00QUAKERS AND THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietd3crmCnpQJgZL8UdGtYlGNghC7wXO-sPCeJgKidIBGn7VW_jOi2UIP-m9ecdWloXdhkMMtGhbnKLxGzxe9hHm8u0rbKJamtKEBp0I70dNgR7VGAxT6y6UycGmPmRONvfweu6nbMgEv9/s1600/A15._Quaker_Meeting_House_Chesterhill%252C_Ohio%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietd3crmCnpQJgZL8UdGtYlGNghC7wXO-sPCeJgKidIBGn7VW_jOi2UIP-m9ecdWloXdhkMMtGhbnKLxGzxe9hHm8u0rbKJamtKEBp0I70dNgR7VGAxT6y6UycGmPmRONvfweu6nbMgEv9/s320/A15._Quaker_Meeting_House_Chesterhill%252C_Ohio%255B1%255D.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Another of the historical markers for which Henry Burke is responsible in collaboration with the Ohio Historical Society. This one was erected in 2003 at the Quaker Meeting House in Chesterhill, Morgan County, OH. The text reads, "Despite the fugitive slave laws that prohibited harboring runaway slaves, fugitives found refuge in the Quaker village of Chesterfield, now Chesterhill. Legend tells that no runaway slaves were ever captured here, although many were hidden and helped on their way to freedom in Canada. A well-organized branch of the Underground Railroad ran through Morgan County with Elias Bundy as a principal conductor. Bundy sometimes concealed fugitive slaves in the woods east of Chesterhill. Historian W.H. Siebert says Bundy, Jesse Hiatt, Nathan Morris, Abel W. Bye, Joseph Doudna, Arnold Patterson, and Thomas Smith “belonged the inner circle of old and reliable Friends (Quakers) upon whom dependence could always be placed.” The first Monthly Meeting was held on October 21, 1834 at the location of the present Me3eting House, which was built in 1839."</span>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-16826568469929543512011-06-20T06:57:00.000-07:002011-09-22T04:40:44.496-07:00EMANCIPATION STATIONS<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Geneva", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD IN SOUTHEASTERN OHIO</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> We've heard the stories of Jane and "Uncle Tom", both of whom escaped from slavery via the Underground Railroad; perhaps it's time to sketch in some historical background. How did slavery, and heroic resistance to this evil chapter in the larger story of our nation's history, gain a foothold in early America, land of the free?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Like most settlers, the first Africans came here not as slaves but as indentured servants. On a Dutch trading ship in 1619, between 20 and 30 black immigrants, probably from West Africa, arrived in Jamestown, Virginia, the first permanent English Settlement in the Colonies. Founded 12 years earlier by an expedition of 104 men led by an overbearing little sea captain named John Smith, the Virginia colony was teetering on the brink of survival. But the new arrivals, followed by thousands of black servants like them and, eventually, some four and a half million African slaves, were about to solve a very big labor problem.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> The Virginia Company of London (also known as the London Company) had secured a charter from the English Crown to look for precious metals in North America. Wealthy stockholders, or "governors", were appointed leaders of the commercial venture, which the company had named the Virginia Charter after Queen Elizabeth I, the "Virgin Queen", whose reign ended in 1603. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> America's first labor-management disputes, reflecting the severe working conditions -- and absence of gold -- in the Colonies, prompted the London Company to grant European settlers who had worked off their period of indenture a few acres of land each; and in 1619 the company initiated plans to send a ship full of eligible young women to be their wives. Although 1620 may be more familiar as the year the Mayflower landed at Plymouth Rock, 1619 was as momentous in American history. Yet another notable event that year was the formation of America's first representative legislature, the House of Burgesses, in response to the newly freed European settlers' demands for a voice in their own political affairs. But none of these amenities applied to those who were still indentured; black or white, they were often treated harshly. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Indentured servitude was not only a provision of English common law permitting debtors and criminals to be sold into servitude for up to seven years; it was also a way for the destitute to finance their passage to the New World. Initially, African indentured servants had the same rights as their European counterparts -- with the significant exception that they were granted no land when they were freed, as Europeans were. This also excluded blacks from voting, through protective legislation mandating ownership of land as a requirement for voting rights -- enacted by the new European-American gentry who had only recently been indentured servants themselves. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> As the Africans' labor became increasingly more valuable in the Colonies, particularly on Tidewater tobacco plantations, the duration and severity of their servitude was extended until it finally became permanent slavery.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> TOBACCO: THE PARENT OF SLAVERY?</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Native Americans had been smoking tobacco in pipes long before Columbus's time, but the plant was unknown in Europe until the explorer returned with some tobacco seeds from the New World. Then it was grown by European farmers for the next century or so primarily for use as a tranquilizing medication. Tobacco was first cultivated commercially in North America in 1612 by John Rolfe, an English planter who developed a mild strain in Virginia, from seeds he'd brought from South America, as well as a method of curing it. Controversial even then -- the Puritans considered tobacco a dangerous narcotic, and James I referred to it as an "uncomely evil" and "that damned weed" -- the plant grew exceptionally well in Virginia's soil and climate.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> It was Rolfe, not John Smith, who two years later would marry Pocahontas. In the meantime, he created a sensation in Europe with his new smoking tobacco. To satisfy the increasing demand for it in Europe, by 1621 every settler in the colony was required to meet a yearly quota of 1,000 tobacco plants, which with an average of eight leaves per plant yielded about 100 pounds of dried tobacco leaf. In 1623, 60,000 pounds of tobacco were cultivated for export with the labor of both black and white indentured servants. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Africans, however, were much more capable of tolerating the hot, grueling work of clearing the land of timber, converting swamps to cropland and cultivating the tobacco and semi-tropical crops like cotton and sugar cane for which the New World was so suitable. And the agricultural wonders being wrought by a stable African labor force began to attract more and more white emigrants from all over Europe. By the time John Tucker, the first African-American, was born in 1624 -- the year Virginia became a royal colony -- the number of African indentured servants had grown considerably, their economic importance measured in the increasing amount of tobacco being exported. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Perhaps the knowledge that the Spanish and Portuguese were holding Africans in bondage for life in Central and South America and the Caribbean encouraged English landowners to enact laws restricting the freedom of Africans. In any case, in 1635 the Virginia Assembly (the House of Burgesses plus the governor and his council) made it a capital crime for an African to disobey an order given by a European. The result was slavery for Africans arriving in Virginia after that time. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> A significant number of Africans had already been freed, however. Some returned to Africa, some stayed in Virginia, the rest drifted into other colonies to work as sharecroppers or at such menial work as they could find. With the institution of slavery well in place in Virginia by 1650, other colonies as far north as Connecticut followed suit and acquired African slaves of their own to work in cultivating tobacco.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> During the rest of the 1600's in the developing Carolina colonies, slavery began to become increasingly more repressive. Southern plantations tended to be isolated and self-sufficient, each like a little kingdom unto itself. Wealthy Europeans were now comfortable living in the New World after the initial wave of settlers had managed to push the native Americans farther west, and African slaves had cleared most of the coastal swamps teeming with mosquitoes carrying diseases like malaria and yellow fever. These European planters lorded over their plantations like absolute monarchs. Meting out punishment with impunity, they held the power of life and death over their slaves.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> CLIMATE, AGRICULTURE & SLAVERY</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> After years of research I have concluded that, due to climate, two distinct forms of slavery diverged in the colonies. Starting in Virginia and moving north, tobacco was the most important crop for the first century of English colonization. Its reliability as a staple crop, however, diminished the farther north it was planted. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Although tobacco requires a fair amount of attention, crops like cotton, rice, indigo and sugar cane, which need the hot wet climate that prevailed in the southern colonies, are extremely labor-intensive; and more African slaves, who could tolerate this kind of climate, were required to cultivate them. Combined with the relative isolation of the Deep South's plantations, this spawned the use of extremely cruel methods to control slaves. To add to the problem, the rich planter class encouraged the help of those without slaves in case of insurrection. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> From Virginia northward, however, slavery developed in a different manner. From the very beginning Virginians were relatively tolerant with their slaves. Many slave masters cohabited with their slave women to produce mulatto children. ("Mulatto" is derived from a Spanish word meaning "cross-bred.") It was not unusual for the master in this part of the country to set his mulatto children free to avoid embarrassment. By 1700 a sizable population of free mulattoes lived in America, many in such northern cities as Philadelphia, Boston and New York. Neither white nor black, entirely free nor entirely slave, free mulattoes were for the most part descendants of freed African indentured servants or children of masters and their slave women. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> FREE PEOPLE OF COLOR</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Generally restricted to their own communities and activities, these "free people of color" developed their own subculture, which offered little social interaction with the swelling numbers of new European immigrants. Nonetheless, some free blacks gained influence in the north, especially in religious matters. As an instigator of the "Boston Massacre" of 1770, Crispus Attucks, probably the descendant of freed African indentured servants, gained posthumous fame as the first American killed in action in the Revolutionary War. Both the Abolitionist Movement and the Underground Railroad started in earnest after the American War of Independence.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Another subculture developed among free African-Americans in the western region of Virginia, where a large group of very light-complexioned free mulattoes formed small farming communities in the vicinity of Philippi. In general they got along well with native Americans and there was considerable intermarriage between the two cultures. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Some free mulattoes were offspring of European men who had married African women and moved west to avoid racial harassment. On the western edge of the advancing American frontier these people developed their own rural subculture based on anti-slavery sentiments -- particularly after 1787 when the U.S. Congress passed the Northwest Ordinance, named for the vast tract of land that would eventually become five Midwestern states and part of another. Slavery was outlawed in the new territory. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""sans-serif"", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Geneva;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Later, in Cutler, Ohio, a community in western Washington County a few miles north of the Ohio River -- which divided the slave state of Virginia (now West Virginia) from the free state of Ohio -- their descendants, along with white abolitionists, would help many fugitive slaves find their way through the rugged countryside of southeastern Ohio to freedom.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div></span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-12242156071040602082011-06-16T06:44:00.000-07:002011-06-16T07:03:35.510-07:00JAMES DAVIS, THE FIRST AFRICAN AMERICAN BORN IN THE NORTHWEST TERRITORY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLp8n47z-EzfSzgqvAiLNsrk5x26d8oljNedFDtrvSu4K7o2ddTV3bRtopbngSQpduqpCxGHmJ-ZCFC3LlepDFvpdAx7nCg0AzX-2vC0EFo5EjSpTPasvJ1bWfdpSzgobjm8QM1EDkH9qi/s1600/A7._River_Museum_Marietta%252C_Ohio%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLp8n47z-EzfSzgqvAiLNsrk5x26d8oljNedFDtrvSu4K7o2ddTV3bRtopbngSQpduqpCxGHmJ-ZCFC3LlepDFvpdAx7nCg0AzX-2vC0EFo5EjSpTPasvJ1bWfdpSzgobjm8QM1EDkH9qi/s320/A7._River_Museum_Marietta%252C_Ohio%255B2%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="310" /></a></div><span style="color: #222222;"> <span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The above plaque, erected at the Ohio River Museum in 2008, is one of 24 for which Henry Burke secured funding from the Ohio Historical Society. (Two others were funded by the West Virginia Division of Archives and History.) All were made by Sewah Studios of Marietta, OH.<br />
The text reads, “James Davis (1787-1862) was born in Harmar (Marietta) and was the first documented African American born in the Northwest Territory. During his adult life, he became an Underground Railroad activist in Dayton, Ohio. David Putnam, Jr. (1808-1882), a great grandson of General Israel Putnam, was born and raised in Harmar where he later conducted Underground Railroad activities. Francis Dana (Barker) Gage (1808-1884), daughter of Colonel Joseph Barker, was born in Marietta and became a leading figure nationally with the Abolitionist, Temperance and Women’s Suffrage Movements. Faculty and students from Marietta College became active in the Washington County Anti-slavery Society when it was formed in 1836 at the college. Charlotte Scott, a freed slave living in Marietta at the time of President Abraham Lincoln’s assassination, suggested placing the Emancipation Monument in Washington DC to honor Lincoln. She donated the first five dollars to raise funds culminating in an 1872 dedication ceremony.”</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222;"><span><strong> James Davis (1887-1862), a Melungeon</strong></span></span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .3in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>James Davis, who is still fresh in the minds of many Daytonians, was the first Afro-American (Melungeon) born in the state of Ohio. He was born at Harmar Village, <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">(Marietta<i>, </i>Ohio)</span> on March 6, 1787. He came to Dayton when he was quite a young man, and soon became a leader in the community. He was one of the leading hunters in Ohio and had the credit of killing the largest bear of his day. He was also the leading violinist and barber in Dayton, and the first president of the American Sons of Protection, the oldest benevolent society for free blacks in the city, which he helped to organize in February, 1849.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .3in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On November 6, 1811, he shaved General W.H. Harrison while the general sat upon a log. The next day the great battle of Tippecanoe was fought, and the red men of the great Shawnee chief Tecumseh killed upward of sixty men of Harrison's army with more than a hundred wounded.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .3in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Father Davis, as he was called, was born to be conspicuous, and was a highly esteemed member of the Wesleyan Methodist Church. He died a devout Christian January 17, 1862, aged seventy-four years, ten months and twenty days. He was laid to rest in the beautiful Woodland Cemetery where the remains of General Robert C. Schenek, a great Republican leader, and C. L. Vallandigham, a great Democratic leader, also lie. The citizens <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">of Dayton</span> always buried their dead together, regardless of race.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-45850962950125592642011-06-13T11:37:00.000-07:002011-06-13T11:37:42.620-07:00DOMESTIC SLAVE TRAFFIC ON THE OHIO RIVER C. 1811-1861<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Virginia had an excessive number of slaves at the time of the American Revolution. Several factors contributed to this, but the main reason was the depletion of the soil caused by 200 years of tobacco planting. Virginia was full of slaves and "free" Negroes, and the abolition of slavery in Virginia seemed possible from 1885-1800. Then Eli Whitney's 1793 invention of the cotton gin, the 1808 ban on importing African slaves into the United States, and the westward expansion of slavocracy, all joined to create a "supermarket" for Virginia's excess slaves. From 1810 through1860 the Ohio River was used extensively to transport slaves from Virginia to slave markets in the "Deep" South. There were several slave auctions located at intervals along the Ohio River. Here slaves from the interior of Virginia could be sold to slave traders and transported to the Deep South where they brought a high price.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Beginning around 1820, people from the North, who had traveled in the slavocracy and the increasing numbers of fugitive slaves fleeing across the North, began to tell the horrible truth about the treatment of slaves. Over a period of thirty years, due to the exposure of the cruelties of slavery, the Abolitionist Movement and its active Underground Railroad matured and gained widespread support in the North and indeed even among some citizens of "western" Virginia, especially those along the Ohio River. Following are personal accounts told to Samuel Hall, pre-Civil War librarian at Marietta College, as examples of the spread of information which helped bring about the end of slavery: </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A young man makes the following statement from "western" Virginia. He is a member of the Presbyterian Church, and a student in Marietta College. All that prevents the introduction of his name, is the peril to his life, which would probably be the consequence, on his return to Virginia. His character and veracity is above suspicion.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"On the night of the great meteoric shower, in 1833, I was at Remley's Tavern, 12 miles west of Lewisburg, Greenbrier County, Virginia (<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">now West Virginia</span>). A slave driver with a drove of 50 to 60 Negroes stopped at the same place that night. The Negroes usually 'camped out' but as it was excessively muddy, they were permitted to come into the house. So far as knowledge extends, the droves on their way to the south, eat but twice a day, early in the morning and late at night. Their supper was a compound of potatoes and meal and was without exception the dirtiest, blackest looking mess I ever saw. I remarked at the time that the food was not as clean in appearance as that which was given to a drove of hogs at the same place the night previous. Such as it was, however, a black woman brought it in on her head, in a tray or trough two and a half feet long, where the men and women were promiscuously herded. The slaves rushed up and seized it from the trough in handfuls before the woman could take it off her head. They jumped at it as if half-famished.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"They slept on the floor of the room which they were permitted to occupy, lying in every form imaginable, males and females, promiscuously. They were so thick on the floor that in passing through the room it was necessary to step over them.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"There were three drivers, one of whom stayed in the room to watch the Negroes, and the other two slept in an adjoining room. Each of the latter took a female slave from the drove to lodge with him, as is the common practice of the drivers generally. There is no doubt about this particular instance, for they were seen together. The mud was so thick on the floor where the <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Negroes</span> slept, that it was necessary to take a shovel the next morning and clear it out. Six or eight of this <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">drove<i> </i></span>were chained<i> </i>together; all were headed for the south.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"In the autumn of the same year, I saw a drove of upwards of a hundred, 40 or 50 of them fastened to one chain, the links being made of iron rods, thick in a diameter as a man's little finger. This drove was bound westward to the Ohio River, to be shipped to the south. I have seen many droves, and more or less in each, almost without exception, the slaves were chained.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"They generally appear extremely dejected. I have seen in the course of five years, on the road near where I reside, 12 to 15 droves at least, passing to the south. They would average 40 to 50 each drove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Near the first of January, 1834, I started about sunrise to go to Lewisburg. It was a bitter cold morning. I met a drove of Negroes, 30 to 40 in number, remarkably ragged and destitute of clothing. One little boy particularly excited my sympathy. He was some distance behind the others, not being able to keep up with the rest. Although he was shivering from cold and crying, the driver was pushing him up to a trot to overtake the main gang. All of them looked as if they were half frozen.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"There was one remarkable instance of tyranny exhibited by a little boy, not more than eight years old, that came under my observation, in a family six miles from Lewisburg. This youngster would swear at the slaves, and exert all the strength he possessed, to flog or beat them, with whatever instrument or weapon he could lay his hands on, provided they did not obey him <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">instantly</span>. He was encouraged in this by his father, the master of the slaves. The slaves often fled from this young tyrant.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Punishment to a slave for running away</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The following extract is from a letter to a student in Marietta College by his friend in Alabama. With the writer, Mr. Isaac Knapp, I am perfectly acquainted. Formerly a resident of Dummerston, Vermont, he was a student in the above college for the space of one year before going to Alabama. As professor of religion, he is as worthy of belief as any member of the community. Mr. Knapp has returned from the South and is now a member of the same college.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"In January , 1838, a Negro belonging to woman named Mrs. Phillips ran away, was <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">captured</span> and confined in the Pulaski jail. Mr. Gibbs, overseer for Mrs. Phillips, mounted on horseback, took the slave from confinement and compelled him to run back to Elkton, a distance of fifteen miles, whipping him all the way. When he reached home, the Negro exhausted and worn out, exclaimed, ‘you have broke my heart,’ meaning, you have killed me. For this Gibbs flew into a violent <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">rage</span>, tied the Negro to a stake, and in the language of a witness ‘cut his back to mincemeat.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the fiend was not satisfied with this. He burnt <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">the slave's</span> legs to a blister with hot embers and then chained him naked in the open air, weary with running, weak from his loss of blood and smarting from his burns. It was a cold night; and in the morning the Negro was dead. Yet this monster escaped without even the shadow of a trial. ‘The Negro,’ said the doctor, died by he knew not what. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Anyhow, Gibbs did not kill him.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mr. Knapp gives me some further verbal particulars about this affair. He says that his informant saw the Negro dead the next morning, that his legs were blistered, and that the Negroes affirmed that Gibbs had compelled them to throw embers upon him. But Gibbs denied it, and said the blistering was the effect of frost, as the Negro was much exposed to it before being <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">caught</span>. Mr. Bowers, a son of Mrs. Phillips by a former husband, attempted to have Gibbs brought to justice, but his mother justified Gibbs, and nothing was therefore done about it. This whole affair took place in Upper Elkton, Tennessee, near Alabama.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“A short time since,” (<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">the letter is dated April 1838</span>), “Gibbs whipped another Negro unmercifully because the horse, with which <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">the Negro</span> was plowing, broke the reins and ran off. Gibbs then raised his whip against Mr. Bowers, who shot him. Since I came here,” (<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">a period of about six months</span>) “there have been eight white men and two Negroes killed, within 30 miles of me."</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The following is from Mr. Knapp's own lips, taken down a day or two since:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Mr. Buster, with whom I boarded in Limestone County, Alabama, related to me the following incident: ‘George, a slave belonging to one of the estates in my neighborhood, was lurking about my residence without a pass. We were making preparations to give him a flogging, but he escaped from us. Not long afterwards, meeting a patrol which had just taken a Negro in custody without a pass, I inquired, “Who have you there?” On learning that it was George, I rejoiced. I said, “There is a small matter between him and myself, that needs adjustment, so give me a rawhide.” I accordingly took it, and laid 60 strokes on his back, to the utmost of my strength.’</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I was speaking of this barbarity afterwards to Mr. Bradley, an overseer of the Rev. Mr. Donnell, who lives in the vicinity of Moresville, Alabama. ‘Oh,’ he replied, ‘we consider that a very light whipping here.’ Mr. Bradley is a professor of religion and is esteemed in that vicinity as a very pious, exemplary Christian.' "</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Major Horace Nye, an elder in the Presbyterian Church at Putnam, Muskingum county, Ohio, in a letter, dated Dec. 5, 1838, makes the following statement: "Mr. Wm. Armstrong, of this place, who is frequently employed by our citizens as captain and supercargo of descending boats, whose word may be relied on, has just described to me the following incident: while laying at Alexandria, on Red River, Louisiana, he saw a slave brought to a blacksmith's shop and a collar of iron fastened around his neck, with two pieces riveted to the sides, meeting some distance above his head. At the top of the arch thus formed was attached a large cow bell, the motion of which, while walking the streets, made it necessary for the slave to hold his hand to one of its sides to steady it."</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In New Orleans Major Nye saw several with iron collars with horns attached to them. The first he saw had three prongs projecting from the collar ten or twelve inches, with the letter “S” on the end of each. He says that collars are quite frequently used there. To the proceeding Major Nye adds: "When I was about twelve years of age, I lived in Marietta, <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Ohio</span>. I knew little of slavery as there were few in the part of Virginia opposite that place. But I remember seeing a slave who had run away from some place beyond my knowledge at that time. He had an iron collar around his neck, to which was a strap of iron riveted to the collar, on each side, passing over the top of the head. And another strap, from the back side to the top of the first, enclosed his head on three sides. I looked on while the blacksmith severed the collar with a file, which I think took him more than an hour."</span></span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-9262764818445950292011-06-07T11:14:00.000-07:002011-06-07T11:14:51.952-07:00UNDERGROUND RAILROAD CROSSINGS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyL3G3-K2ePCq7HyoVwNVbBjvgnNMXuZSIeVC4G_p4kyT60uU1zu7S2M5oooLG6yl5MH7KJhIy5cncTaie-hsJDWRJ-yc5WkcLDfWffrkkAwiTXtUw15XWyxcMsU-lZ0sZtUdm9vdeO8f/s1600/A8.__Belpre_Historical_Society%252C_Belpre_Ohio%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyL3G3-K2ePCq7HyoVwNVbBjvgnNMXuZSIeVC4G_p4kyT60uU1zu7S2M5oooLG6yl5MH7KJhIy5cncTaie-hsJDWRJ-yc5WkcLDfWffrkkAwiTXtUw15XWyxcMsU-lZ0sZtUdm9vdeO8f/s320/A8.__Belpre_Historical_Society%252C_Belpre_Ohio%255B1%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This historical marker, one of 26 for which URR historian Henry Burke is responsible, was erected at the Belpre Historical Society Museum in 2008, commemorating some of the URR conductors you've read about in previous articles on this blog. The text reads: "</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Underground Railroad crossings, agents, and conductors were common along the Ohio River between Washington County, Ohio and Wood County, Virginia. At Constitution, six miles upriver from Belpre, Judge Ephraim Cutler listened for hoot owl calls that signaled when a boatload of runaway slaves was crossing from Virginia to the Ohio shore. “Aunt Jenny,” a slave woman in Virginia, used a horn signal to alert abolitionist John Stone in Belpre when fugitive slaves were crossing. At Little Hocking, eight miles downriver from Belpre, slaves crossing from Virginia looked for a lantern signal to guide them to the Horace Curtis Station on the Ohio River shore. Runaway slaves were also assisted by Thomas Vickers at Twin Bridges, James Lawton at Barlow, and others as they traveled northward by various routes through Morgan County to Putnam in Muskingum County where the Underground Railroad merged with the Muskingum River Corridor."</span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-14813142385716254772011-06-07T10:54:00.000-07:002011-06-16T07:07:33.486-07:00MULATTOS, MELUNGEONS AND CREOLES<span style="color: black; font-family: "Geneva", "sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";">When the enslavement of Africans in America began, the initial motive of the Virginia tobacco planters was to exploit the labor potential of a particular group of people indigenous to Africa and racially and culturally distinct from European immigrants. But miscegenation soon began to blur this distinction. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> Due to the scarcity of European women during the early years of colonization, male European settlers used African slave women as concubines, mistresses and, in some cases, wives. African women were valued not only for their labor but also their ability to produce more slaves. Most slaveholders had no qualms about the fact that the children slave women bore to be slaves in their turn were often the offspring of the white masters themselves.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> When Europeans first arrived in America, many fraternized and cohabited with Native-American women and girls. Coupled with the immigrants' obsession for gold, this caused trouble between them and the Native-Americans. Soon it became profitable for the Europeans to have their cake and eat it too. After serving his term of indenture a European could save enough money to buy an African slave woman. Then he simply put her to work on the land that had been given him as a free white man, and at night he took his pleasure with her as well. What about the children that ensued? He passed laws that defined slavery like this: "A child born to a slave woman is a slave, and therefore the child is the property of the mother's owner."</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> When the European indentured servants who worked right beside slaves in the tobacco fields had the chance they, too, took an African woman as their mistress. After all, the master didn't much care who fathered his slave children; they would eventually be his productive slaves in any case. In fact, the fathers of most mulatto children were usually not the slaveholder himself, but more often one of his European indentured servants.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> The result of such practices is that a large number of slaves born from the middle 1600s until the abolition of slavery were mulattos: a word of Spanish origin which means of mixed African and European ancestry. Technically speaking, almost every modern African-American person has some European genes in his genealogy.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> Many famous Americans fathered mulatto children: men like Thomas Jefferson, Henry Clay and Richard M. Johnson. In the Mid-Ohio River Valley there are many families who look white yet have a small percentage of African ancestry which dates back to miscegenation in Virginia, including Mulattos descended from Thomas Jefferson and his slave mistress Sally Hemming.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> The term "Melungeon" may be derived from the word "melanin" (the dark skin pigment found in Africans) or perhaps from the French word "melange" (mixture). Due to variations in genetics, Melungeons have complexions ranging from “light” to sometimes very “dark.” Some Melungeons are indistinguishable from white people. When the African-connected ancestry of white-looking Melungeons was known in the vicinity where they were born and raised, this linked them to the African Diaspora and the negative social connotations that went with it. But when white-looking Melungeons left the locality where they were known they could and did pass for white. Simply put, these Melungeons were white people with the mind sets of African Americans. </span><br />
<div style="tab-stops: 45.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> Melungeons could travel anyplace in the United States without being suspected of having ties to the African Diaspora. But there is a genetic twist to this choice. When two Melungeons marry and have children, no matter how white the parents may look, they still carry some African genes. When a child is conceived these genes sometimes combine in a manner that produces children with some obvious African physical traits. This does not apply to children of a Melungeon and a white spouse.</span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> Melungeons learned that when their spouses were also Melungeon some of their offspring could – and often would – show some African physical traits. This circumstance kept most Melungeons connected to the African Diaspora while allowing some individual Melungeons to pass as white and travel around in slave territory carrying information about the Underground Railroad.</span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> Melungeons living north of the Mason-Dixon Line stayed in touch with their relatives who stayed in Virginia. Melungeons in Virginia provided a crucial service by passing critical information concerning the Underground Railroad to slaves on the plantations. They also helped fugitive slaves reach the Underground Railroad stations on the Ohio River. </span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> Melungeons had no problem acquiring land in Southeastern Ohio. In Southeastern Ohio counties along the Ohio River Melungeons carried out their Underground Railroad activity and over time were joined by increasing numbers of free blacks and white abolitionists in Ohio. The Underground Railroad continued to gain momentum right up until the American Civil War began. To cap off their effort for freedom, many Melungeons joined the Union Forces and fought in the Civil War.</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> During the early history of Washington County, OH, groups of dark-skinned people described as "free men of color" began to arrive. Since they were often darker than settlers of European descent, it has been widely assumed that all of them, or their ancestors, had been slaves.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> Some recent genealogical research indicates a different picture. Some of these early dark-skinned settlers were neither Africans nor mulattos; their genes were primarily Native American and European respectively. Melungeons is what they called themselves.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> There is some evidence that Melungeons may be descended from lost survivors of England's Roanoke Island settlement, founded off the coast of North Carolina in 1585. By 1590 all traces of these settlers had vanished except for one clue: the word "CROAT" was carved into a large tree. The word only added to the mystery. No survivors, remains or artifacts from the ill-fated colony have ever been found. It is considered a possibility, however, that the people of the lost colony may have become prisoners of coastal dwelling Indians and that the Melungeons are their mixed-race descendants. Melungeons are closely associated with the Lumbee Indians of North Carolina.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> By being erroneously classified as black, Melungeons were disenfranchised from U.S. citizenship. Their land was seized and many Melungeons moved north and west during the early 1800s when the Northwest Territory was first being settled. Washington County was the gateway to the Northwest Territory from 1788 until about 1820. Word about the area's fertile land got around and many Melungeons settled here.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: ""serif"", "serif";"> In the western part of the county, where there was an important branch of the Underground Railroad, Melungeons along with Quakers from Chesterhill helped fugitive slaves find their way north. Melungeons fought in the American War of Independence, they fought for the Union during the Civil War, and they've fought in every war in which the United States has been engaged since. Though their numbers have declined over the years, their descendants sill live in the hills of western Washington County. They are a fine group of people. They own businesses, work on construction or in industrial plants in the area, and teach school.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-91036630342764343972011-06-04T06:23:00.000-07:002011-06-04T06:23:30.356-07:00COLONEL JOHN STONE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeKgMStBwcNlmet1Yarf30ew9EVDDCUKpJn-1wYMjfiWPkQfxJllNWfjsR7T17Ql-3iVoFxJQMunq5m5BRgWxVj0E7zijh7a6IJjBfby6bG95_a02M5P5HvtFROaoPDQcz3k9dLMcoGMO/s1600/John_Stone_%2528Photo_%2526_Bio%2529%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeKgMStBwcNlmet1Yarf30ew9EVDDCUKpJn-1wYMjfiWPkQfxJllNWfjsR7T17Ql-3iVoFxJQMunq5m5BRgWxVj0E7zijh7a6IJjBfby6bG95_a02M5P5HvtFROaoPDQcz3k9dLMcoGMO/s320/John_Stone_%2528Photo_%2526_Bio%2529%255B1%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-26027653284610778472011-06-01T08:24:00.000-07:002011-06-04T06:17:50.113-07:00THE OHIO VALLEY’S FIRST FUGITIVE SLAVE<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu53FwcjCvC-hsBTeLZykB6KTziSmhkhjetE5vgZzYjmWWnxyGxfFtLeW79dIYZ07OvjbypOWK_XumjpCIjkzDFU873g7_EH0ryeKFKNkzVFx7p60dqYVp3Xb7LYv9xy5sIQqgiKzZv9oo/s1600/Tomlinson_Home_%2526_Marker%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu53FwcjCvC-hsBTeLZykB6KTziSmhkhjetE5vgZzYjmWWnxyGxfFtLeW79dIYZ07OvjbypOWK_XumjpCIjkzDFU873g7_EH0ryeKFKNkzVFx7p60dqYVp3Xb7LYv9xy5sIQqgiKzZv9oo/s320/Tomlinson_Home_%2526_Marker%255B1%255D.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocTTPXFQy6_1GnYtRgdyZbpstW696gRH3Q7hX1XIi8YtU5q24sr4CDMLFr3Nps7p6G00QZKi8JR-slhcr1Ou8A3i_24tMTHxy2rMihWFTM9cEfpKR34n-QQz2IqLky_ZoerRomdXhU-OM/s1600/Tomlinson_House%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocTTPXFQy6_1GnYtRgdyZbpstW696gRH3Q7hX1XIi8YtU5q24sr4CDMLFr3Nps7p6G00QZKi8JR-slhcr1Ou8A3i_24tMTHxy2rMihWFTM9cEfpKR34n-QQz2IqLky_ZoerRomdXhU-OM/s320/Tomlinson_House%255B1%255D.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Three generations of Joseph Tomlinsons lived in the Ohio River Valley. The original Joseph was brought to Virginia by his three sons at a rather advanced age. The Tomlinson brothers, Joseph (II), Samuel and James, and their father accompanied a party led by Colonel Ebenezer Zane when he founded Wheeling, VA (now WV), in the winter of 1769-1770. Joseph Tomlinson, II started his plantation at the Flats of Grave Creek, a few miles downriver from Wheeling, in 1770. Later that year Joseph and Samuel Tomlinson traveled down the Ohio, reaching a point opposite the mouth of the Muskingum River at Williams Station. There they hacked their initials on a beech tree, thereby establishing a 400-acre “tomahawk claim” and a 1,000-acre preemptive claim. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A tomahawk claim consisted of marking the corners of a plot of land claimed in Indian territory by ringing trees at each corner of the tract, thereby killing the trees, (or with initials as in the Tomlinsons’ case) then waiting until <span class="googqs-tidbit-0">government authorities could coerce the</span> Indians to relinquish title to the land, at which point the tomahawk claim could go through a process to become legal.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Joseph Tomlinson (I) died at the Flats of Grave Creek in 1797 at the age of 85. Joseph Tomlinson, II died at the Flats of Grave Creek in 1825 and Joseph Tomlinson, III, who lived in Williamstown, died there sometime after the American Civil War. The Tomlinson brothers were among the earliest white settlers along the Ohio River in western Virginia. In fact Tomlinsons had settled in the Mid-Ohio Valley along with their slaves a good five years before Daniel Boone established Boonsboro, Kentucky.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It’s an interesting side note that this land was claimed by the Tomlinsons slightly before George Washington made his famous exploratory trip along the Ohio River. On his journey along the Ohio in 1770, Washington also made extensive land claims for himself and some of his friends under the Proclamations of 1754 and 1763, which granted lands to veterans of military service in the French and Indian Wars. During his explorations Washington left the Little Kanawha River and proceeded on foot to a point opposite the Muskingum where he spent a stormy night in November, 1770. Then Washington and the Tomlinsons, both parties having filed claims under the same provisions of the French and Indian War, got into a land dispute, and the Tomlinsons were awarded a much smaller claim than they had originally filed.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>According to a deposition made by Joseph Tomlinson, II in Chancery Court at Clarksburg, VA, in the spring of 1771, he and Samuel returned to the land opposite the mouth of the Muskingum and cleared four acres of land, erected a Log cabin and, in Joseph's words, "planted the first corn...raised by civilized man on or about this area." The Tomlinson cabin was the only white man's habitation from Grave Creek to Vincennes. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Joseph II owned slaves at the Flats of Grave Creek when the American Revolution broke out in 1776. Several children born to the Tomlinsons during and right after the American Revolution, and there also were several slave children born there during the same period. One slave born there was named Mike. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As our story unfolds, we find Joseph (II) using his slaves to farm at his Grave Creek and Williams Station locations, taking them up and down the Ohio River as needed. In 1800 there were 61 slaves listed in Wood County, VA and 257 slaves in Ohio County, VA. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1804 while working at Williams Station two of Tomlinson's slaves ran away. They crossed the Ohio River at Marietta, and traveled about 35 miles north on the Muskingum to Owl Creek, where they stopped at a farm owned by William Craig. The fugitive slaves reportedly had been staying at William Craig's place for some time when Joseph Tomlinson received word of their location from a man traveling down the Muskingum by canoe, who had visited with Craig and the two errant slaves. So Joseph Tomlinson II took his son Robert and others up the Muskingum River to retrieve the fugitives.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>William Craig saw the slaveholders coming and gave the alarm. The two slaves started running, but Robert was very swift of foot and soon overtook Mike and knocked him to the ground, using his rifle as a club. When Mike regained his feet, Robert knocked him down again.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The young men were the same age and had been born and raised together at the Flats of Grave Creek. The treatment Mike was receiving from his friend enraged him. After repeatedly being knocked down, he pulled a knife from his belt and stabbed young Robert Tomlinson. Robert ran back to his father and cried out, "Father he has killed me," and died on the spot. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The other fugitive, who remains unnamed, managed to escape but Mike was captured by Tomlinson. After burying his son, Joseph and started across country with Mike, headed for Grave Creek. The first night they camped six miles west of Cumberland at Negro Run, where they encountered two travelers, Mr. Reeve and Mr. Cochran, who were on their way to Kentucky on business. Both men witnessed Tomlinson execute Mike at Negro Run. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Reeve and Cochran reported the murder to authorities in Muskingum County, OH and a coroner's inquest was held by Henry Smith, Esq. of Putnam. When Ohio Gov. Edward Tiffin was notified, he sent a written notice to the Virginia Attorney General for Tomlinson to be extradited to Ohio for deposition, but the request was denied. Mike was never even given a proper burial. His bones eventually lay scattered around the area where he had been killed, according to Reeve, who claimed to have seen them on many occasions later when he camped at the same spot.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So, in the very early days of slavery in the Mid-Ohio River Valley, tragedy needlessly struck down two young men before they had begun to experience life. In a sense, their deaths signaled the beginning of Ohio's Underground Railroad, which </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">carried many slaves from slavery in Virginia to freedom in Canada. It’s likely that Mike was unaware that the Fugitive Slave Law – giving slaveholders the right to pursue their slaves in “free” states – had been passed by congress in 1793 or he and his fellow fugitive might not have stayed in Ohio. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Word got around and by 1812 fugitive slaves from Virginia began to follow the Muskingum River north as far as it went, then kept going to Canada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-72948667158496428992011-05-26T04:48:00.001-07:002011-05-30T11:48:09.521-07:00THE MASON-DIXON LINE, Part XVII - A FRIEND OF LINCOLN’S<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MjJbJXixUMnYpKz1Sf-VMm0ZfLcw3al3C3TW_sZFafIkNybFm3uA7iqbXL_BvNRejkDm2fY9mksKJrUNYO78yN8W5gOyfhAkUgnR8t3qHO5xrwzD3yeUa6gRBToISNHHvhEHSZa2EmUl/s1600/Charlotte_Scott.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MjJbJXixUMnYpKz1Sf-VMm0ZfLcw3al3C3TW_sZFafIkNybFm3uA7iqbXL_BvNRejkDm2fY9mksKJrUNYO78yN8W5gOyfhAkUgnR8t3qHO5xrwzD3yeUa6gRBToISNHHvhEHSZa2EmUl/s320/Charlotte_Scott.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">CHARLOTTE SCOTT</div><span style="font-family: Times;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"> A FRIEND OF LINCOLN’S</span></b><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The last Emancipation Day celebration here in Marietta that I attended was held at the Washington County Fairgrounds in September 1945.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Only 5 years old, I couldn't really grasp the importance of the event, but one thin memory has stuck in the back of my mind.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was a beautiful fall day in the middle of the week, and I was allowed to be absent from school that day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt special and important because I was one of two black children in my class, and one of only four black pupils enrolled at Marion Elementary School.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ironically the other black child in my class was killed in an accident the following year at the Fairgrounds.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There were more black people there than I have ever seen, before or since, at one time in Marietta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many white people also stood around on the fringes of the crowd with their hats off as the minister offered his prayer of thanks to God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can remember a slight breeze coming from the direction of the Muskingum River.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The county fair had recently concluded and the faint pungent odor of animals still drifted in the air.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After the prayer the principal speaker rose to address the crowd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can't remember his name, but he was a tall, very black man with a well-tailored suit and dark tie emphasized by his starched white shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I would be stretching it if I told you I can remember every word of his speech, but I can recall these words: "Lincoln's friend."</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The speech was about Charlotte Scott, an ex-slave who had lived in Marietta with her employer, Dr. William Rucker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The family of Dr. Rucker's wife Meg had formerly owned Charlotte in Covington, VA.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Dr. Rucker married Meg Scott, her parents gave Charlotte to her as a wedding gift.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see, Charlotte had raised Meg, loving her as she would have her own child.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Soon after the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>marriage, around 1855, Dr. Rucker moved to Marietta to begin his medical practice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In spite of his southern origins,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rucker did not much care for slavery, so he gave Charlotte her freedom papers and began paying her a salary as soon as the three of them arrived in Marietta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For all practical purposes, Charlotte was a member of his family and that was the way she was treated.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Charlotte had been in Marietta ten years when on April 15, 1865, the news that President Lincoln had been assassinated the day before reached the Rucker household.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she heard the news Charlotte cried out, “Mr. Lincoln was a friend to the colored people, and he was my friend!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ought to have a memorial built in his honor.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After Lincoln's assassination, former slave Charlotte Scott gave her entire savings of $5.00 to her employer, Dr. Rucker, and asked him to find a way to build a memorial for the late President.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. Rucker sent her contribution to James Earl Yeatman, an acquaintance in St. Louis who was president of the Western Sanitary Commission, which provided hospital services for Civil War veterans.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Moved by Charlotte's compassionate idea, Yeatman made the commission responsible for collecting donations for a memorial.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To gain a favorable response among recently freed slaves, he publicized Charlotte's request and donation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colored troopers under the command of J.W. Davidson were motivated to contribute $12,000, and another $12,000 was donated later by other freedmen.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The commissioners then spent several years looking for a design they felt would do honor to Lincoln.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The very day Lincoln was assassinated, an American sculptor named Thomas Ball had designed a statue of the former president with an emancipated Negro.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wasted no time in making a model of the statue and placing it in his studio for friends to admire.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Eventually the commissioners approved Ball's design and asked him to cast it in bronze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The result was the monumentally imposing figure of Lincoln, his left hand over the head of an emancipated slave and the Emancipation Proclamation tucked under his right arm, seated in serene majesty in Washington DC's Lincoln Memorial.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A plaque on the pedestal reads: “Freedom's Memorial, in Grateful Memory of Abraham Lincoln: This monument was erected by the Western Sanitary Commission of St. Louis, MO, with funds contributed solely by emancipated citizens of the United States declared free by his Proclamation January 1, A.D. 1863.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first contribution was made by Charlotte Scott, a freed woman of Virginia, and consecrated by her suggestion and request on the day she heard of President Lincoln's death.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Charlotte was present at the unveiling and her picture was taken and sold to spectators.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her name was on the breath of every citizen of the United States.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After the Civil War Dr. Rucker moved his family back to Virginia, and Charlotte went with them, eventually dying and being buried not far from where she was born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Children pass by the cemetery on their way to school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although their teachers tell them of the Great Emancipator and his martyrdom, they seldom if ever mention his very special friend --even though a monument to that friendship stands today in the nation's capital.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But I doubt that Charlotte Scott would mind that history has forgotten her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She simply wanted to express what every person of color felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>President Lincoln lifted the yoke of slavery from every black man, woman and child in the United States and made them citizens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After 246 years of brutal slavery, generations of grueling work without pay; after being beaten and cursed daily with the complete loss of their African heritage; after being bought and sold like animals, denied the freedom to educate themselves and determine their own futures...is it any wonder why freedmen loved President Lincoln so?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Every American, and especially every black American, should be proud that the sublime and inspiring monument in Lincoln's Memorial was paid for entirely by funds donated by African-Americans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the citizens of Marietta can take pride that it was a former resident who had the idea and the seed money to turn a people's gratitude into a lasting tribute for free people of the world to contemplate.</span></span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"> THE BATTLE OF BUFFINGTON ISLAND</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Nearly all the major battles of the Civil War were confined to the South or the border states, the one major exception being the Battle of Gettysburg in Pennsylvania.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But just a little more than two weeks later, on July 19, 1863, there was also an<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>important battle fought in and along the Ohio River at a place called Buffington Island, adjacent to Meigs County 20 miles southeast of Pomeroy, Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the big scheme of things, the Battle of Buffington Island, involving 13-15,000 men, was fairly minor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, it was the only significant engagement fought in Ohio and is noteworthy as well for the fact that three future presidents of the United States -- James Garfield, Rutherford B. Hayes, and William McKinley -- were involved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How many other Civil War battlefields can make such a claim?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Morgan's Raiders were essentially a guerrilla band of cavalry who terrorized southern Ohio for two weeks under the dashing leadership of General John Hunt Morgan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Born in Huntsville, Alabama, on June 1, 1825, Morgan first enlisted in the U.S. Army for the Mexican War, in which he served as a lieutenant of cavalry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In September, 1861, he joined the Confederate Army as a scout but soon became captain of a squadron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Morgan began a short but colorful career at the head of his eponymous Raiders in Tennessee in May, 1862, striking behind thinly stretched Union lines with some 900 men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He cut railroad tracks, disrupted communications, attacked detachments of Union troops, and destroyed military equipment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He repeated these tactics in August near Nashville, where he had captured more than 1,700 prisoners by December.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the end of the year his force had grown to a division, with two brigades and 4,000 men, and Morgan had risen to the rank of brigadier general.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In May, 1863, the Confederate Congress formally commended him and his men.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In June, 1863, General Braxton Bragg authorized Morgan to undertake another raid in<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kentucky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Morgan began operations on July 2 with 2,400 hand-picked men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Within a week he exceeded his instructions, crossing the Ohio River into Indiana where he surprised a Union detachment of home guards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then moved east through southern Indiana and swept through the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Riding 21 hours a day, Morgan's men and horses were exhausted to the extreme when they reached Buffington Island, where Morgan had hoped to cross the Ohio River.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Major General Ambrose E. Burnside, commanding the Union Army's Department of Ohio, had sent a 14,000-man force of Federal cavalry and infantry after Morgan's much smaller band of riders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Following a series of running skirmishes across southern Ohio, Union forces finally caught up to Morgan at the town of Portland in Meigs County, not far from the Ohio River port of Pomeroy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Having chosen that spot to take advantage of a ford across the river, Morgan was met by Union forces which included three Federal gunboats.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoblqMvsI4-oARs6p4g-hjKuhM72TlB1AKRFRNprNHdn8jUqQ2Wa7XJbQPavctPyrtyerCoVoMJmBMPKPtierdWwDRBUKVnOapmhxStv_-nZFKmVcmsnNlCH5fyPlL4QbbHVh8Gw1GXoy4/s1600/Morgan%2527s_Raid_Map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoblqMvsI4-oARs6p4g-hjKuhM72TlB1AKRFRNprNHdn8jUqQ2Wa7XJbQPavctPyrtyerCoVoMJmBMPKPtierdWwDRBUKVnOapmhxStv_-nZFKmVcmsnNlCH5fyPlL4QbbHVh8Gw1GXoy4/s320/Morgan%2527s_Raid_Map.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In a day-long, running fight, 10-12,000 Federal infantry and cavalry engaged Morgan's unit in the fight known today as the Battle of Buffington Island.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Union forces commanded by Brigadier Generals Henry Judah, James Shackelford and Edward Hobson met Morgan's Raiders in the narrow flood plain on the Ohio side of the river, with the safety of Virginia enticingly beckoning the Southern cavalier.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When the Yankee forces finally caught up to Morgan's column around three in the afternoon, Morgan requested an hour to decide whether to surrender.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shackelford granted the truce, which Morgan used to prepare a defense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Judah's force pinned down the Confederates, while Hobson's 4,000 troopers first flanked, then<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>charged into Morgan's column.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maj. Daniel McCook, 65, and the father of the famous Fighting McCook brothers, was mortally wounded in the opening volleys of the fight.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Morgan's men were driven back across the flat, wide-open flood plain, their line of escape across the river cut off by the Federal gunboats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Confederate troops had to fight their way out, finally running a gauntlet of Federal forces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Morgan's brother-in-law and chief lieutenant, Col. Basil W. Duke, was captured as were nearly 1,200 of Morgan's "terrible men," including the commanding general's younger brother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most of those captured were imprisoned in the Ohio Penitentiary in Columbus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fifty-two of Morgan's men lay dead on the field.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Morgan himself escaped to the northeast, again being driven from another fording of the Ohio by the Federal gunboats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As the gunboats approached, Morgan himself was halfway across the river, with a large portion of his command still on the Ohio side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unwilling to abandon these men, he turned back and his force sought an escape route on Ohio soil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Several days later, Morgan and some 300 survivors were surrounded and defeated near New Lisbon, in Columbiana County, Ohio, on July 26, to join Duke in the Ohio Penitentiary.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Morgan escaped, however, and in April, 1864, became a commander of a Virginia unit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was killed in Tennessee by Union forces on Sept. 4, 1864.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His guerrilla campaign, still remembered in Southern Ohio, had helped draw off Union forces from Tennessee.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxT4bZuLOBNtrkRpfEmi93nVuBNz5WNTxetft59M2mbiXQYqqBiOk42bV21TEys9ebIUtcj-8sMtGjNoP8WAec6QBoHTi2BNp_WDhIOji-_vlbgNKh07tEqOz6gMJvtnKekdFQpaOCxG1/s1600/Morgan%2527s_Raid_at_Rokeby_Lock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxT4bZuLOBNtrkRpfEmi93nVuBNz5WNTxetft59M2mbiXQYqqBiOk42bV21TEys9ebIUtcj-8sMtGjNoP8WAec6QBoHTi2BNp_WDhIOji-_vlbgNKh07tEqOz6gMJvtnKekdFQpaOCxG1/s320/Morgan%2527s_Raid_at_Rokeby_Lock.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-37607730715792541132011-05-26T04:45:00.000-07:002011-06-16T06:11:26.878-07:00THE MASON-DIXON LINE, Part XV - SHOOTING THE TOWN BULL<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"> SHOOTING THE TOWN BULL</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>During the last decades of slavery, from 1830 through 1865, many dramatic events took place along the Ohio River between pro-slavery and anti-slavery advocates.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although slave escapes and attempted escapes were anything but humorous, incidents incited by slavery<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>occasionally broke through the prevailing tension along this part of the Mason-Dixon Line to make people forget their enmity for a moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This particular episode began typically on a very serious note.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On July 9, 1845, a group of abolitionists from Decatur Township in Washington County had gathered at Hall's Landing near Constitution on the Ohio’s northern shore to rescue a party of fugitive slaves that had escaped from a plantation downriver from Blennerhassett's Island.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Having discovered the plot, the slave-owner had stationed 17 or 18 armed Virginians in the bushes along the Ohio side of the river to intercept the errant slaves. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Five slaves were captured, while one was rescued and quickly dispatched on the Underground Railroad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, three abolitionists, Messrs. Garner, Loriane and Thomas, were seized by the Virginians and taken to jail in Parkersburg, Virginia, where they were imprisoned without a hearing, the opportunity for bail or permission even to contact their families.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A company of militia was raised to defend Parkersburg against any armed attempt to free the prisoners.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One night in the middle of September, while some of the soldiers were visiting a nearby sporting house and others were in the whiskey shops or sound asleep, the alert sounded down on Ann Street close to Court Square. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Within half an hour the militia was assembled and called to order by their captain, then sent to the bushes near Pond Run where an impending invasion force was thought to be gathering. The Virginians found only a deadly silence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even the late summer night’s serenade of insects was missing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nerves grew raw as the citizen soldiers quietly waited in the dark with rifles and pistols at the ready.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then the cry went out, "<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The abolitionists are coming</i>!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even the captain trembled as a shapeless hulking form parted the bushes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Fire!" he ordered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A hail of bullets lasting several minutes rained upon the unidentified intruder, and a horrible roar that witnesses described as a cross between thunder and a steam whistle arose from the bushes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then once again there was silence.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The strain of this second silence was too much, and the formerly brave captain, followed by his loyal troopers, bolted for the safety of home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next morning some boys playing near Pond Run discovered the carcass of the "town bull," so riddled with bullets that<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the hide was unfit for tanning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Legend holds that for the next quarter century, the ghost of Parkersburg’s town bull would rise from Pond Run at midnight to stare balefully toward the Ohio shore where the abolitionists who had brought about his untimely demise resided.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>on January 10, 1846, six months after their capture, the abolitionists were released, but not before the incident had escalated into imminent war between Virginia and Ohio over<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bullshots heard from western Virginia to the Potomac.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"> THE END OF AN ERA</span></b><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The Underground Railroad completed its remarkable service in southeast Ohio around 1861, when many of the abolitionists who had operated it left home to join the Union Army in the Civil War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On Apr. 12, 1861, Confederate troops fired on Fort Sumter; five days later, at a state convention in Richmond, Virginians had to decide whether to join the war on the side of the Union or Confederacy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A majority voted for an ordinance of secession, but delegates from the northwestern part of the state returned home and held two conventions at Wheeling, on May 13 and June 11.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Declaring the government at Richmond void, the second Wheeling convention established a "restored" government of Virginia and appointed Francis H. Pierpont governor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a public referendum on Oct. 24, 1861, voters overwhelmingly supported creation of a new state, Kanawha.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next month a third convention met at Wheeling, changed the name of the state to West Virginia, and began to draft a constitution. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Voters approved the new constitution in April, 1862, and a year later President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed West Virginia a state, to be admitted to the Union 60 days later, on June 20, 1863. </span></span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-5075924122663496432011-05-25T06:28:00.000-07:002011-05-30T11:43:18.174-07:00THE MASON-DIXON LINE, Part XIV - AUNT LUCY & JAMES LAWTON<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"> AUNT LUCY AND JAMES LAWTON</span></b><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This story concerns an elderly slave woman's escape to freedom on the Underground Railroad in Washington County, Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The story was preserved in the diary of James Lawton Jr., the son of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the abolitionist James Lawton, Sr., who was the participant and story-teller for the mini-drama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Lawtons lived at Barlow during the Underground Railroad Era. Their story is as follows:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The story I am about to relate, though strictly true, is unique in its main features, and shows that however much a humane master might desire to make his slaves comfortable in old age, the system would not always allow him to do so.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aunt Lucy was a black woman about 60 years old, who belonged to an old gentleman in Virginia who was a Free Mason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had become reduced in property so that to satisfy a demand on him, the sheriff of the county had levied on the woman to secure the debt.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>According to my recollection of the circumstance, the sheriff, fearing to leave her near the Ohio River, took her some 12 miles back into Virginia for safe keeping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But during a stormy night in the latter part of winter she escaped and sought her way back to her master's house on foot through rain and mud, and in consequence had a severe attack of pneumonia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And according to the family report, she recovered very slowly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, before she was by then reported convalescent, she was found on this side of the river, with cabalistic script which she was to hand to a Brother Mason who lived some ten miles back<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in the country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her master knew who could be trusted on the border opposite to him, and one of those soon undertook to inform the Brother Mason of the trust conferred on him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But finding that said Brother was employed at labor a long distance from home, the agent concluded to get assistance in another quarter; so he sought out a brother abolitionist who agreed to take charge of Aunt Lucy for a time. If she had desired to go to Canada there would have been but little difficulty in the case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she did not desire to go North at all. She had a son, a free man living in Cincinnati who would care for her if she could be conveyed there; but it was a difficult and even dangerous task for an abolitionist to interfere in any way with the interests of slavery.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was in the afternoon of a day in the month of March that I consented to remove Aunt Lucy from her retreat on this (Ohio) side of the river, not far from opposite her master's residence to a more safe situation some ten miles back, and to do this work with safety, I had to take the hours of night and travel on unfrequented road -- a mere track most of the distance, as in case of any subsequent investigation, the going in that direction with a spare horse and a woman's saddle might implicate me.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We had the woman mounted and left the river about nine o'clock in the evening, and arrived at our destination some hours later after a tedious and somewhat dangerous ride.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After that there were some ten more days in which the woman was secluded from sight of any but the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the meantime, she, as well as the rest of us became rather impatient of the situation, its uncertain termination and consequences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By going to another part of our county, I found the Masonic Brother who was entrusted with the charge and cabalistic explanation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he was not equal to the task -- the fear of the slave power, even in such a fraternity, seemed to paralyze him completely.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I now felt that I alone must take the responsibility, and in my dilemma sought to get some advice from the woman's master.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I wrote a line to him and sent it by a trusty boy, and in reply received a very courteous, non-committal letter, the purport of which was that if Aunt Lucy was not with her friends, could I find means of getting her there?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aunt Lucy was with friends, but neither she nor they were satisfied to have things remain in such uncertainty.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Being summoned to court at Marietta as a witness, I had to leave home, and at Harmar was called aside by a prominent Mason who assured me that if I could bring the woman to Harmar, she could be conveyed to Cincinnati.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I began to have a better opinion of Masonic pluck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Order fulfilled its promise and at the courthouse I was introduced to a theological student from Cincinnati who had been employed by the son to bring his mother to that city.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the true friends of the oppressed had written to the son in her behalf.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I could not leave court, but we arranged matters for her transportation to Hills Landing below Little Hocking. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so with the boy as a conductor, and the agent and a black man riding behind them, in seeming non-attendance, they found a boat to the care of whose captain the black man delivered his “woman,” referring that officer to the agent as the gentleman who had consented to take charge of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so Aunt Lucy found Freedom, her son and a quiet home.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Some years later that boy who conducted Aunt Lucy to Hills Landing became an itinerant preacher in the Cincinnati Conference, and at one time had a congregation made up mostly of black persons, among which, as pastor, he sometimes visited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the house of an intelligent and prosperous member of his church he sometimes saw an aged black woman who belonged to a different branch of the Methodist Church, and who as he thought, was rather inclined to be shy or unsociable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So he sought to draw her out by some question regarding her former life -- whether she had ever been in bondage?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She then gave him the history of her escape, her brief sojourn in Washington County, and the manner of reaching a boat through the guidance of a boy conductor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course, the preacher told her who that boy was.<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"></b></span></span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-90523182317153823802011-05-25T06:25:00.000-07:002011-05-30T11:42:16.046-07:00THE MASON-DIXON LINE, Part XIII - TUNNEL MYTHS, URR CONDUCTORS JEWETT PALMER & THOMAS RIDGEWAY<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"> THE TUNNEL MYTH</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Many stories have circulated about tunnels linked to the Underground Railroad, some of which were supposed to run under the city of Marietta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The most persistent rumor concerns a tunnel that supposedly ran from the banks of the Ohio or Muskingum River (take your pick) to the Anchorage, a house built by Douglas Putnam which wasn't even completed until 1858.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have spent considerable time trying to verify the existence of such tunnels even though I’m very skeptical that there were ever any longer than fifty or sixty feet, and even these short tunnels must have been rare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In my experience as an operating engineer for over thirty years, excavation was my specialty; I have dug up a lot of dirt on projects all over southeastern Ohio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Based on my observations, the soil types that exist in the Ohio River valley and its surrounding hills would make it very difficult to dig out and maintain long tunnels at a time when modern machinery didn't exist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where would the excavated soil have been placed so it wouldn't be noticed?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who would have labored to put in timbers to support a tunnel's roof ?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How would a tunnel have been ventilated?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On more than one occasion, I know of workmen killed or injured when the side walls of an open trench less than six feet deep caved in where there wasn’t even a roof to be concerned about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a matter of safety, trenching is such a dangerous task that OSHA safety regulations require construction crews to use a massive device called a Trench Box to protect workers in trenches over four feet deep. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Some Underground Railroad stations and safe houses apparently did have short entrance- and exit-tunnels between a cellar and a hidden ravine, for example, with an exit or entrance located a short distance from the house or barn where fugitive slaves were hidden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These would have been used for emergencies, as when the house was thought by a stationmaster to be under surveillance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I believe these short tunnels, where they existed, and the often literal inference given the word "underground" are responsible for all the myths and misperceptions of a vast web of tunnels running from house to house between the Ohio River and Canada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unless, of course, Underground Railroad operators themselves were responsible for perpetuating the myth to confuse and discourage bounty hunters.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"> JEWETT PALMER</span></b><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>While fugitives slaves may have taken refuge in Marietta on rare occasions, usually in an emergency, most often they quickly passed through the town at night and headed for more remote stations a night’s journey north of the Ohio River.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jewett Palmer operated such a station in Fearing Township and, later, a few miles<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>away in Liberty Township, both in Washington County.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Palmer was born near Orford, Grafton County, New Hampshire, on May 18, 1797. He grew up and received his basic education on his father's farm, a typical upbringing at that time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While he had little formal schooling, Palmer was very intelligent and a serious reader.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the age of 16, he joined the New Hampshire Volunteers and fought in the War of 1812.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Upon his discharge after the war, he returned to the family farm in New Hampshire.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1817 the Palmers began a move to Ohio, spending the winter in Butler, Pennsylvania, and arriving in Washington County in 1818.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jewett was soon exposed to the plight of fugitive slaves from across the Ohio River trying to find their way north across Washington County.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His own family had no doubt already instilled anti-slavery sentiments in Jewett's mind, as the Palmers were closely related to William Lloyd Garrison, the national leader of the Abolitionist movement in the United States.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1823, Palmer married Rachel Campbell and the couple settled on a farm at the northern edge of Fearing Township.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although he never ran for elective office, Palmer soon gained respect as a community leader.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His character was described as industrious and upright with unwavering judgment and fearless adherence to principle; he was always a helping hand to the down-trodden and the slave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By 1830 he was operating the Underground Railroad station where many fugitive slaves found a helping hand for the next 35 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Known as "Uncle Jewett," Palmer remained popular with younger people for his entire life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Young men sought his political advice and often voted for the candidates he endorsed, who of course were anti-slavery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1852 he promised a group of young voters that they would see an end to slavery in their lifetime, little realizing that emancipation would come about during his own.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At the beginning of the Civil War in 1861, Palmer, by this time advanced in age, tried to enlist in the Union Army.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was affectionately assured by the recruiter that the situation was not yet so drastic as to demand men his age, so the elderly veteran of the War of 1812 went back to his farm to tend his crops.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His son Jewett Palmer, Jr., attained the rank of major in the Union Army before the war ended.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His father lived to see the end of the Civil War and the emancipation of all slaves in 1865.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1873, Palmer, Sr., came in from the fields for dinner and began reading a newspaper. When called to the table he declined, stating that he would wait a while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly his arms dropped to his side and he peacefully departed this life on earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But as long as the struggle for freedom and justice continues on this planet, the spirit of Jewett Palmer will live along the rugged winding trail of the Underground Railroad across northern Washington County</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Geneva", "sans-serif";">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"> THOMAS RIDGEWAY’S RAINBOW STATION</span></b><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Thomas Ridgeway was born January 22, 1796, of English ancestors at Shelbourne, Nova Scotia, where he resided until he was 13.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He obtained his education by attending night school, since he worked full-time as a cooper or barrel-maker during the day, supervising the cooperage department of one of the largest mackerel fisheries on Cape Brenton Island.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later he was employed at other fisheries along the coast of Newfoundland, and as a British sailor during the War of 1812 he survived a terrible shipwreck.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1821 Ridgeway went to New Orleans to seek his fortune working in the sugar refineries, but his health failed and he was forced to return to Halifax, Nova Scotia, later that same year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the spring of 1822 he returned to New Orleans where he resumed his old job until autumn, then traveled to southeast Ohio’s Washington County to visit the Dyar family, distant relatives who lived on a Muskingum River homestead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He stayed with the Dyars until spring, when he and Joseph<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dyar pushed a boat up the Kanawha River to the salt works near present-day Malden, West<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Virginia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After disposing of their cargo at a nice profit, they contracted to produce salt barrels for a bushel and a peck of salt per barrel and the following fall sold the salt along the Ohio River from Marietta to Wheeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After continuing this enterprise for a couple of years, they returned to Marietta to buy some land jointly, dissolving their partnership in about 1825 when Ridgeway settled on a farm and soon afterwards married Esther Ann Dyar, the sister of his partner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The couple had five children before Esther died, in 1836.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ridgeway married Sarah Doane two years later and had five more children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The second Mrs. Ridgeway died in 1862, and Ridgeway married Caroline Johnson in 1866. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ridgeway, a staunch Republican, operated a ferry across the Muskingum River between his house and land he owned on the east bank of the river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His house was an asylum for runaway slaves; he is credited with sheltering more than 50 during the Underground Railroad era.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He lost two sons fighting for the Union in the Civil War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A civic-minded man who supported many progressive causes, Ridgeway died April 23, 1883, at the age of 87.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is buried beside his three wives and several children in the Rainbow Cemetery in<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Washington County’s Muskingum Township. </span></span></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-47798506024990740092011-05-25T05:22:00.000-07:002011-06-01T08:28:27.526-07:00THE MASON-DIXON LINE, Part XII - HENDERSON HALL<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBQWYfhkYX6JbRo_wgkmfofaSrGs7uZa06ZZMHYmfw-D1uoE8oyOK3TBcEdGCiaKPNt2fOLXHQ8QBhSaCHYRlghneMcEi8q3vUc6GJT0bPDUaD82kY3bTKpUbrklgB4nIfwOdIXG8K9U9/s1600/Henderson_Hall_%2528Mansion%2529_1%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBQWYfhkYX6JbRo_wgkmfofaSrGs7uZa06ZZMHYmfw-D1uoE8oyOK3TBcEdGCiaKPNt2fOLXHQ8QBhSaCHYRlghneMcEi8q3vUc6GJT0bPDUaD82kY3bTKpUbrklgB4nIfwOdIXG8K9U9/s320/Henderson_Hall_%2528Mansion%2529_1%255B1%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"> HENDERSON HALL</span></b><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One of the best examples of a plantation in the mid-Ohio River valley, Henderson Hall, is still standing between Williamstown and Parkersburg, WV, and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The Henderson family of Wood County were descended from Alexander Henderson, who came to Virginia in 1756.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexander was born in Glasgow, Scotland, and immigrated to Dumfries, Virginia, where he established a very profitable importing firm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before the American Revolution, he served in the Virginia House of Burgesses and was one of five committee members appointed to establish the boundary between Virginia and Maryland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a close friend and political associate of George Washington, George Mason, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, and his marriage to Sarah Moore is mentioned in Washington's journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From Washington, Henderson acquired over 26,000 acres in western Virginia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alexander and Sarah Henderson had six sons and four daughters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1797 three of the sons and Sarah Moore Henderson set out to explore their father's land holdings on the Ohio frontier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexander, Jr., came to Wood County where he built a cabin for himself and his slaves before returning to Dumfries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In July, 1799, he sent his overseer Henry Summers with ten slaves "for the purpose of effecting a settlement on the Little Kanawha River.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The slaves were listed as Henry Bull, 48 or 49 years old; his wife Sukey, 36; their children, Heathy, 9, Lucy 7,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and Sarah, 6<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>months; Abram, 24; Hannah, 19, and her child Davy, 18 months; John Dingo, 11; and his younger brother Stephen. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1801 Alexander, Jr., married Jane Lithgow and brought her to Wood County.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alex hunted bear to get the $5-per-head bounty they brought and had the silver he earned melted down to make hollow ware and flatware for his bride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their first two children died of "bilious fever."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their third child, George Washington Henderson, was born in 1804 at Willow Island near Bull Creek. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>George W. Henderson attended school in Marietta and graduated from Ohio University in 1818.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1826 he married Elizabeth Ann Tomlinson, the daughter of Joseph Tomlinson III, son of the original claimant of the site of Williamstown, whom we met earlier. At first the Hendersons lived on his father's plantation at Willow Island where they worked the land with slaves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1836 the couple purchased land from Elizabeth's father and built a modest but comfortable home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During the 1850s they constructed a three-story addition to the front of their home, and the place became known as Henderson Hall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the building material was produced on the plantation. The bricks for the addition were fired on site, the sandstone was quarried on the property, and the wood came from massive walnut trees on the grounds. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Although the average slaveholder in western Virginia during the 1840s owned only five slaves, Henderson at one time owned over 30, most of whom ran away in droves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their escapes were well documented in the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Marietta Gazetteer</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Marietta Intelligencer</i> newspapers. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Let's look at how slavery was practiced at Henderson Hall, where trusted slaves had a considerable amount of mobility.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s hard to determine whether all the slaves were treated in a similar fashion, but at least two Henderson slaves, Steven Dingo and his wife Julie, were members of the First Congregational Church in Marietta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They also made regular trips back and forth across the Ohio River to deliver farm produce from Henderson Hall to Marietta merchants,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>receiving payment which they brought back to Henderson -- at least that’s what they were supposed to do with it. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As the story goes, "Uncle Steven," as Dingo was called, began to take out small amounts of Henderson's money to put in care of a free black abolitionist named Tom Jerry who was also an agent for Marietta's branch of the Underground Railroad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When enough money had accumulated to give them a new start in life, Uncle Steven and Aunt Julie, in spite of their advanced ages, “boarded” the Underground Railroad in Marietta and took off for Canada sometime in the early 1840s. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1845, another Henderson slave named Isaac Fairfax set off for Canada on the Underground Railroad, then after a year’s absence wrote Henderson this interesting letter: </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>July 13, 1846, Niagara, Canada: </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Mr. Henderson, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>Dear Sir, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;">It is not any hard usage I have met with since my arrival in Canada which induces me to acknowledge that I am very sorry for the manner in which I left your house without your leave or the leave of any of your family. I must acknowledge that you ever treated me kindly, so not any unkindness of yours, but longing for Liberty induced me to leave you. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;">If you will promise me on your honor that no punishment shall be inflicted upon <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>me for my offense, and I shall be on the same conditions as before, I am willing to return to you again and you never shall have any cause to repent it. I know that I am taking a risk, but knowing you to be a man of honor, even where a slave is concerned, I will place my confidence in you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>X (His Mark) </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;">I remain Your Most Humblest obedient Servant, Isaac Fairfax </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>P.S. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I will remain in Niagara with my brother for<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>your answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>George W. Henderson agreed to the terms in the letter and in September or October of 1846, Isaac Fairfax returned to Henderson Hall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He remained there until the spring of 1847, when he left again, this time with eight other slaves!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A slave informant reported to Henderson that Fairfax had conspired with David Putnam, Jr., of Marietta to escape on the Underground Railroad, and a court case ensued. </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tCJhwloZjNLmuZXCYlSn7liTOXCvShWn3Xj1TyO47C9pLT81AmS5nl7QzwCrgVqxy1PRvr4xsxgjxEl9c_YLyEdBpJtdZz_nOQ1mGOt49gUZcgJaxirtguG2r_quKVxslK8hUVO_wCSH/s1600/G.W._Henderson%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tCJhwloZjNLmuZXCYlSn7liTOXCvShWn3Xj1TyO47C9pLT81AmS5nl7QzwCrgVqxy1PRvr4xsxgjxEl9c_YLyEdBpJtdZz_nOQ1mGOt49gUZcgJaxirtguG2r_quKVxslK8hUVO_wCSH/s320/G.W._Henderson%255B2%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="219" /></a></div></div>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897167898813195878.post-69896377351255200072011-05-25T05:10:00.000-07:002011-05-30T11:37:29.447-07:00THE MASON-DIXON LINE, Part XI - SLAVES AND THE SHAWNEE<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"> SLAVES AND THE SHAWNEE ON THE OHIO FRONTIER</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In the late 1700s the Shawnee Indians were still bitterly contesting the encroachment of white settlers on their tribal lands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although the main Shawnee village was located at "Old Chillicothe" on the Mad River just north of present-day Dayton, Ohio, white settlement along the Ohio River had prompted the Shawnee to increase their scouting patrols in the mid-Ohio Valley. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Under the threat of Indian attacks, Isaac Williams, an experienced frontiersman who had served as a scout for George Rogers Clark in the Virginia Militia before the American Revolution, moved with his wife Rebecca to land given to her by her brothers Joseph and Samuel Tomlinson for serving as their housekeeper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fort Harmar, which had recently been completed just across the Ohio River at the mouth of the Muskingum, its tributary, in what is now Marietta, Ohio, offered some protection from Indian raids. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>According to a deposition by Joseph Tomlinson in Chancery Court at Clarksburg, Virginia, he and Samuel had cleared four acres of land opposite the Muskingum River at Williams Station (the present-day site of Williamstown, WV) in the spring of 1771.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They erected a log cabin and in Joseph's words, "planted the first corn...raised by civilized man on or about this area."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At that time the Tomlinsons’ Wood County cabin was the only white man's habitation between Grave Creek, Virginia, and Vincennes,<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>Indiana.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whether or not the Tomlinson brothers were slave-owners before coming to western Virginia is unclear, but Joseph had owned slaves at Grave Creek when the American Revolution broke out in 1776.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The Tomlinsons’ brother-in-law Isaac Williams first came downriver to Williams Station in the early spring of 1785, bringing with him a few slaves to clear land and plant crops to sustain the party through the winter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He returned to his wife at Grave Creek the following year, then on March 24, 1787, came back to Williams Station with Rebecca to stay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The permanent settlement of Williams Station also included Isaac's slaves and twelve white tenant families.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>For the next few years, Williams kept a number of slaves working at clearing and planting his land, while he himself spent at least some of his time at his old profession of scouting and tracking Indians.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On one occasion he followed a scouting party of Shawnee who had abducted a teenage girl from a white family who had settled nearby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Williams traveled down the Ohio River with five other settlers to present-day Little Hocking, where he searched west along the Hocking River for ten miles before he found and rescued the girl and killed the Indians who had taken her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After hiding from another band of Indians for two days, Williams<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>finally returned the girl to her family.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Williams, or the labor of his slaves, is also credited with saving the settlement of Marietta during the hard winter of 1788-89 by selling its inhabitants corn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1789 he received a franchise from the state of Virginia to install and operate a ferry between Williams Station and Marietta, and his slave Frank Wycoff often worked the line that pulled the ferry back and forth across the Ohio.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"> TECUMSEH</span></b><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Tecumseh (1768?-1813), the great Shawnee leader who fought against United States expansion in the Midwest in the early 19th century, was born in Old Chillicothe the son of a Shawnee warrior killed fighting white settlers in the Battle of Point Pleasant during Lord Dunmore's War, </span><span class="googqs-tidbit1"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">between the </span></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colony_of_Virginia" title="Colony of Virginia"><span class="googqs-tidbit1"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">colony of Virginia</span></span></a><span class="googqs-tidbit1"> and the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawnee" title="Shawnee"><span class="googqs-tidbit1"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Shawnee</span></span></a><span class="googqs-tidbit1"> and </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mingo" title="Mingo"><span class="googqs-tidbit1"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Mingo</span></span></a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Native_Americans_in_the_United_States" title="Native Americans in the United States"><span class="googqs-tidbit1"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">American Indian</span></span></a><span class="googqs-tidbit1"> nations</span></span><span style="color: black;"> in 1774.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Isaac Williams was a Virginia Militia scout during that campaign.</span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In October of 1791, a scouting party of Shawnee led by the young warrior-chief, who was about 16 at the time, was patrolling along the Ohio River in Wood County, which the Shawnee still claimed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seven miles north of Williams Station, Tecumseh and his Shawnee patrol encountered and captured Wycoff, Williams’ young slave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had been searching for horses that had wandered off near Kerr's Island (presently Buckley's Island, in the Ohio River adjacent to Marietta).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Indians traveled with their captive seven miles north to Bull Creek, where they spotted Captain Nicholas Carpenter and five soldiers driving a herd of cattle toward Fort Harmar, which obtained its military supplies from the U.S. Army Supply Depot in Clarksburg.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was growing dark when Captain Carpenter reached Bull Creek, so he decided to set up camp and wait until the next morning before continuing to the ferry crossing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even though there had been signs of Indians in the area, there had been no hostile acts for months; perhaps this was why Carpenter did not post a sentry at his camp that night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was his last mistake. Tecumseh discovered the camp just before dark and decided to attack early the following morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At dawn Tecumseh and his small band of warriors left Frank Wycoff tied to a tree while they crept up and surprised the unwary soldiers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wycoff managed to untie himself and rush back to Williams Station to get help, but by the time Isaac Williams and a party of would-be rescuers arrived at Bull Creek, three hours had elapsed and Captain Carpenter and four of his men were dead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One trooper was still alive but badly wounded. </span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Times; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was Tecumseh's first recorded killing of white settlers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two decades later in 1813, when he had not only become a great Shawnee warrior chief but Brigadier General in the British forces, he himself was killed at the Battle of the Thames River in Canada by Richard M. Johnson, a future congressman from Kentucky and Vice President of the United States (1837-1841). </span>Henry Burkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07289457993997647167noreply@blogger.com0