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William W. Williams
History of Ashtabula Co., Ohio

Philadelphia, Williams Bros., 1878


  •  Contents
  •  Chapters 1-7
  •  Chapters 8-17
  •  Biographical
  •  Towns of Ashtabula Co.
  •  Conneaut

  •  Solomon Spalding

  • See also: "The Conneaut Witnesses"   |   Ashtabula Spalding Sources

      

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    REV.  JOSEPH  BADGER.

    No name is more prominent in connection with the early history of Ashtabula County than that of Rev. Joseph Badger. He was one of the earliest missionaries on the Western Reserve. He was the founder of the first church in what was called New Connecticut, namely, that at Austinburg. He was the first minister sustained by the Connecticut missionary society west of the Alleghenies. He was identified with the history of the churches of northern Ohio, and in fact with the history of this country for the first twenty-five years of its settlement. He was a resident of this county, and, though his biography does not belong to any local history, but rather to the whole country, yet we are happy to give a sketch of his life in this connection. It is fortunate that so much material has been preserved, notwithstanding the fact that his extensive diary was for the most part burned by his order just before his death. We have drawn for our information in reference to him from some unpublished portions of his journal, from the memoir which was published in 1851, but is now out of print, and from various other sources.

    Mr. Badger was the descendant of Giles Badger, who settled in Newburyport, Massachusetts, in the year 1635. He was of the Puritan stock, and his ancestor was identified with the early history of the New England colony. His father also was one of the first settlers of the new, uncultivated region in Berkshire county, Massachusetts. He was born in Wilbraham, Massachusetts. The line of descent was Giles Badger, Newburyport, Massachusetts. John Badger, son of Giles; Nathaniel, John, Daniel, Edmond, Samuel, Mehitable, Henry, children of John. Henry Badger married Mary Langdon, and removed in 1766 to Partridge Field, Berkshire county, Massachusetts. Joseph was the son of Henry Badger, Mr. Badger spent his early days without schools or advantages, except as they were gained at the fireside. His parents were, however, professing Christians, and his mind was stored with much religious instruction. The spring after he was eighteen, which was February 28, 1175, he entered the Revolutionary army. This was about three weeks after the contest at Lexington. He was in the battle of Bunker Hill. He was enrolled in Captain Nathan Watkins' company, Colonel John Patterson's regiment, and at the time of the battle was posted on Cobble hill, in a line with the front of the battery, about half a mile distant. He says, "We could see the fire from the whole line, and the British break their ranks and run down the hill. On the third return to the charge they carried the works at the point of the bayonet." He was afterwards with his regiment at Litchmore's Point, where the British landed and endeavored to take off some fat cattle. "Here," he says," I had an opportunity to try my piece nine or ten times in pretty close order. The contest was sharp and fatal to some." After the British evacuated Boston, Patterson's regiment was ordered to New York, where they remained about three weeks, and then were ordered to Canada, and in time encamped on the banks of the St. Lawrence, in sight of Montreal.
     

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    A portion of the regiment was ordered to the defense of a small fort, and here the soldiers came in contact with the noted Indian chief, Brant, who with his Indians was attacking the fort. Mr. Badger was within hearing of this action, but his company did not take part. General Benedict Arnold reinforced this regiment, and is spoken of in the memoir. The smallpox broke out among the troops at this place. Mr. Badger was inoculated, and made himself very useful to the suffering. At one time, when there was not a dish to be found, he ordered tools, and turned wooden dishes with his own hands for the use of the sick. He was also employed in baking bread, and speaks of himself as coming in contact with Colonel Buell, in command of the post, and others. He was with General Washington on the Delaware. Here he was called upon to nurse the sick. He says, "The general hospital had for several months been stationed at Bethlehem, and under the management of most wretched nurses. The doctors very earnestly besought me to go into the grand hospital. I finally consented. I attended them with the most constant care and labor until the 24th of February (1777), when I was taken sick with a fever and lost my reason, excepting a few lucid intervals, until the last of March, when I began to recover. I was so enfeebled and wasted that for some time I was unable to help myself. The doctors provided a convenient chamber in a private family, to which I was carried. The old lady and her husband, both Germans and Moravians, treated me with great kindness. As soon as my strength was recovered I concluded to return home. I took a discharge from the principal surgeon, as my time of service had expired." "There was soon a pressing call for men to guard the seaport towns. I again enlisted as an orderly sergeant for the remaining part of the year. I then returned to my father's, the 1st of January, 1778, having been absent a few days over two years." Mr. Badger, after spending a few weeks in visiting friends, returned to Connecticut and spent the winter under the instruction of the Rev. Mr. Day. He received about two hundred dollars in paper currency for his service in the army, "with the whole of which," he says," I could not get cloth for one decent coat. This was all the compensation I received for almost three years of hard service, until in 1818, when congress began to think of the old soldier." During his time of study Mr. Badger was converted, and began to think of educating himself for the ministry. He prosecuted his studies, keeping school in the mean time, until March, 1781, when his strength gave way from too great application. Recovering from this to a degree, he went with Mr. Day to New Haven to attend commencement, and was admitted to the college. During his college-course he taught singing, kept, school, and managed in various ways to support himself. He graduated in 1785, studied theology with the Rev. Mr. Leavenworth, of Waterbury, Connecticut, and was licensed to preach in 1786. He received invitations to preach in Northbury, Connecticut, and in Vermont, but was settled at Blanford, Massachusetts, on the 24th of October, 1787. Mr. Badger was married before he graduated from college, in October, 1784. His wife was a Miss Lois Noble. One
     




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    son, Henry L., was born in Waterbury, and his other children, Julia Anna, Lucius, Sarah, who died young. Lucia, Sarah, and Joseph were born in Blanford. Mr. Badger was dismissed from this church in 1800.

    He received an appointment from the Connecticut missionary society during the same year to visit the churches in the State of New York; but his appointment was afterwards changed, and he was requested to go to the Connecticut Western Reserve. He began his journey November 15, 1800. He took the southern route, crossed the Hudson at Newburg, and stayed with the Rev. Mr. Carr, of Goshen, New York. He arrived at Sussex Court-House, New Jersey, and here spent the Sabbath. He was recognized as a clergyman in the congregation by Rev. Mr. Brown, and was invited to preach. From this place he passed down the Delaware, stopped with the elder of Mount Pleasant church in Pennsylvania, and here remained eight days for the sake of having the company of four young men who were going the same journey. He started with the young men on Wednesday, crossed the Allegheny mountains, where it was very cold, and on the 14th of December crossed the Monongahela about twenty miles above Pittsburgh. Here he parted with his company, and spent several days with the Rev. Mr. Ralston, forming acquaintances with several ministers of the region. He reached the Reserve late in December. This journey of six hundred miles was taken at a difficult season of the year. There was at the time but one road leading from Beaver to the Reserve, and that almost impassable. Mr. Badger took a blazed path which led to the Mahoning river; was obliged to ford the stream where the water came over the tops of his boots while he was on his horse; but reached the shore, crossed the State line, and arrived at the cabin of Rev. Mr. Wick about dark, and was received by the family as a familiar friend. Mr. Wick had been settled a few weeks before in charge of three small congregations in Hopeful, Neshannoc, and Youngstown. Mr. Badger spent his first Sunday on the Reserve at Youngstown. This was the last Sunday of the year 1800. The year was spent in visiting various localities on the Reserve. His report of his journeys, until his arrival at Austinburg, is given in the history of that township. He underwent many adventures during this journey, but did much to encourage the people. He speaks of meeting George Blue Jacket, a Shawnese Indian; also of fording the Cuyahoga after dark, and spent the night in a small cabin, lying on the floor in his wet clothes. At Cleveland he lodged at Benoni Carter's. He swam his horse across the Cuyahoga, followed an Indian path up the lake and forded the Rocky river, encamping on its hanks that night. He pursued the Indian path to Huron river, and spent Sunday among the Delawares. He stayed in an Indian cabin, and was presented with a knot bowl of string beans boiled in fresh water and buttered with bear's oil. On his departure from this place he was also presented with a bread cake, baked in the embers, filled with beans, like a plum cake. He then passed, in company with an Indian boy for guide, to the Shawnee village on the Maumee. Here an Indian woman presented him with a bowl of boiled corn buttered with bear's grease, saying, "Friends, eat; it is good; it is such as God gives Indians." He went from thence to the French town on the river Raisin; stayed with Captain Blue Jacket in a comfortable cabin, which was well furnished with mattress, blankets, furniture for the table, crockery, and silver spoons. He spent Sunday at Maiden, Canada, and on Monday was in Detroit. Here he visited Rev. David Bacon, but says, "There was not one Christian to be found in all this region, excepting a black man who appeared pious." From this place he returned by way of the Maumee village, and arrived at Hudson the 13th of September, having been two days without anything to eat, except a few chestnuts. He organized a church at Austinburg the 24th of October, 1801, and started, with Judge Eliphalet Austin, to return to his home in Massachusetts. The account of the removal of his family to Austinburg is given in the history of that township.

    Mr. Badger's situation at Austinburg was attended with some hardships, but were borne cheerfully by himself and family. He was engaged in visiting nearly all the communities on the Reserve, as he was about the only missionary in the region for two or three years. 

    His journal at this time reveals something of the state of the different settlements. At Euclid he stopped with Mr. Burke, who had come to this place three years before, and whose wife, he says, was obliged to spin and weave cattle's hair to make covering for her children's bed. He speaks also of Ravenna, in his unpublished manuscript, as follows: "In this place were twenty families, probably not a praying person among them. A considerable number attended meeting, but their conversation disclosed their state of heart. Reproaching one another, whisky-drinking, and fighting, with deistical sentiments, formed the prominent features of this place." He speaks of Newburg -- "Infidelity, and profaning the Sabbath, are general in this place. They bid fair to grow into a hardened and corrupt society."

    Mr. Badger's adventures were numerous. At one time he was followed several miles by a wolf. He spent a whole night in a tree watched by a bear. Tying himself to a limb with his large bandanna handkerchief, he remained until the morning. A heavy thunder-storm passed over him while in this position, but the heavy peals of thunder did not avail to drive off the animal. His horse was standing at the foot of the tree, in no way frightened by the bear. As he shook himself in the rain he scared the brute away, so that Mr. Badger, a little after daylight, was able to go on. He had no weapon but a horseshoe in his hand at first, and throwing this produced no alarm, and so his only resort was to climb into the tree and wait until morning.

    He often forded streams even when the ice was running. At one time he found himself entangled among some trees, with the water swimming depth, and was obliged to throw his portmanteau to the shore and jump on to a log, and then make his horse jump out of the water over the log. At another time, in crossing Mosquito creek, he found a place where he could cross the flood-wood and swim his horse through. And at still another was obliged to lie on the sand of the lake and dry himself in the sun. The settlements were very scattered, the rivers without bridges, the roads mere blazed paths for miles through the forests. The missionary was frequently wet with rain, covered with snow, drenched in fording streams, and was at times obliged to camp at night in the forests alone and without shelter. He bore his hardships, however, cheerfully, and was full of the self-sacrificing spirit. His family were left alone frequently for weeks and even months at a time. They were obliged to live in a small log house, which for the first summer had a floor only half-way across its room. The poverty which he experienced was great, and even amid his most arduous labors he speaks of the anxiety which he felt for his family. The little farm which he had was conducted by his boys at home, and he spent the intervals of his sojourn at home in assisting them to make sugar, to repair the house, and to do other work on the place. The variety of employments to which Mr. Badger could give himself was remarkable. He could repair the wagon on which he was moving to his new home; he could help his neighbors build log houses, and turn out with the other citizens to build bridges; could nurse the sick; could prescribe successfully as a physician; could write letters and sermons and reports; could revise confessions of faith, attend synods, preach two or three times on the Sabbath and frequently during the week, and all the time be useful. His visits mere always welcome. He frequently found a pious family who were glad to see a minister of the gospel, and even those who made no profession regarded him with great respect and esteem. The humility of the man was one of his prominent traits. No service was too lowly for him, no sacrifice too great, if he might serve his Master. Doubtless he felt the hardships of his lot, and considered that others were perhaps improving their time and gaining reputation in other respects, while he, a poor missionary, was laboring with but little compensation and amid great privations. His zeal, however, was not without its reward. He preached in most of the places throughout northern Ohio, and was well known as the pioneer missionary of' those days. He mas not settled as a pastor when he came to Ohio, but he spent his life in laying the foundations for others to build upon. As a wise master-builder, he toiled until the Lord called him to his reward. His reward was certainly not in worldly things. He spent a large part of the little fortune he had after he went to Ashtabula to live in the support of his family. His efforts as a minister of the gospel seemed to have been very successful. There was that about his preaching -- the spirit which he manifested, his zeal, his humility, and devotion, or something it was -- which gave him great effect when he was addressing the people. He frequently speaks of the people being moved even to tears, and seemed to have produced by his preaching great solemnity among his hearers. He ascribed these impressions to the spirit of God, but doubtless it was that spirit working through his own humility and devotion, and imparting to others the faith which he had. It was a contagion of an earnest faith and of such self-denying zeal, and the work of God's holiness found no impediment in his pride or self-seeking. He was plain, unassuming, but kindly, and always gained the confidence and affection of the people. We picture him as going about among the settlements, which were scattered through the wilderness, with his portmanteau on his horse and his plain dress. When he arrived at a village he would alight and always find a welcome, and made it his home where he was. He generally visited all the families in the hamlet, talked with them kindly, and would most always have something to say of a religious character. He would gather even the children together and catechize them, and the effect of his influence was very great upon them. Children were frequently impressed by his preaching, and some of the most remarkable conversions mere among the young. At the same time he seemed to carry conviction to older persons. Judges and lawyers were frequently impressed by his words, and many additions to the churches were of adults. 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    these gatherings. It was but a family, and God was the father, and the home feeling was the religion of it. Worship was at that time peaceful. The missionary, whether a pastor or not, was a shepherd and had a love for the flock.

    A few extracts from his journal will show something of the character of his congregations and the nature of their surroundings: "Having spent about five weeks with my family, I set out for my winter's tour. Preached at General Payne's the first Sabbath in December." "Went to Newburg and spent Sunday; from this to Hudson, twenty miles, -- a lonely tour in the cold, snow, and mud. Here I preached twice on the Sabbath and visited all the families. I visited and preached in all the neighboring settlements -- Ravenna, Aurora, Mantua, and Burton -- until some time in February, 1803." "At Palmyra preached a lecture; mostly Methodists. At this time a Methodist preacher had never been on the Reserve." "From this I went on to Canfield. Preached on the Sabbath and visited all the families. I then went through all the settlements in the south and eastern part of the Reserve, preaching twice every Sabbath and one or two lectures weekly; visiting and preaching from house to house until the forepart of April." "Having returned to my family, I continued to help them for several weeks, and visited the settlements in this part of the Reserve, preaching on the Sabbath, with frequent lectures, until the 8th of June, when I again left for another preaching tour. Rode to Vernon. Visited two sick persons and prayed with them." "Rode to Hartford. Conversed with several professing Christians on the subject of forming a church." "Rode to Vienna. Preached on the Sabbath to about sixty." "Rode to Fowler's store in Poland, the only store on the Reserve at this time. Consulted with Brother Weeks in regard to spending two Sabbaths in places where the revival was attended with extraordinary power. The next Sabbath at a place called Salem, in Pennsylvania. Preached to about five hundred people. From candle-lighting till near twelve o'clock it was made a time of extraordinary prayer and singing. I then preached a third discourse, on the doctrine of repentance, and dismissed the people. During the meeting numbers cried aloud, 'Oh, my hard heart! my sinful, rebellious heart!' and soon became powerless for some hours." "Rode to Cross creek. I preached in the afternoon to about three thousand people, -- the largest worshipping assembly I ever saw. In time of preaching there were many who cried out, and fell into a perfectly helpless situation." "From June 18 to July 1 I rode more than two hundred miles. July 10, preached twice in the woods; had a shower of rain. Rode on to Warren, visiting families. Preached on Saturday, and on the Sabbath three times. Had in the afternoon a heavy shower; took a violent cold." "August 1, rode to Nelson, then to Aurora, thirty miles; very unwell with my cold." "Rode to Hudson; visited several families, and on the Lord's day preached twice and administered the sacrament." "Attended the funeral of an infant, and then rode to Aurora, and preached to one family, -- the only one in the place, -- and the next day preached in Mantua; frequently got wet with heavy showers. Rode to Burton; visited one woman on her dying bed. Sabbath, preached twice. Monday, rode to Mesapotamia. Wednesday, rode to Windsor; stopped at Judge Griswold's about two hours during a heavy shower. Rode on through the woods without path or marked trees; came to a deep ravine filled with water running rapidly, and muddy; was met by a large bear." Here follows the record of his spending the night in the tree. "August 21, attended the funeral of Mrs. Hawley; made a prayer at the grave; preached in Mr. Austin's barn and administered the sacrament to twenty-one communicants." "The Connecticut Missionary society sent on at this time as many books as I could carry in a large bag, to accommodate the population with means of instruction. Rode to Grand River after the books. Saturday, rode to Conneaut, twenty-five miles; no marked roads. Sabbath, preached twice. Monday, visited a school of sixteen children; gave primers and books. Tuesday, rode to Erie, twenty-eight miles; then to North East, fifteen miles." The presbytery met here, and Mr. Badger preached the sermon. "Rode five miles to visit a sick man who had been drinking and abusive in his family. The next day rode to Chautauqua to visit a family. The husband and father was drowned in the lake," etc. 

    In the period of one year Mr. Badger visited forty-nine or fifty different places, and preached one or more sermons every Sunday, and frequently several times during the week. During the year he attended five funerals, married one couple, organized two churches, -- the one at Hartford and the one at Warren, -- and administered the sacrament nine times. He also attended two presbyteries, -- one at Slippery Rock and one at North East, -- and the synod at Pittsburgh. He began the year with the revival work at Cross Creek, Pennsylvania, where were such remarkable exercises, and continued through it with the same extraordinary interest attending his labors wherever he went. Mr. Badger was very faithful in his missionary work. The church at Austinburg, where he lived, made great progress, though he seemed to have been absent from it most of the time. On the 10th of June forty-one persons were added to this church, and among them some of the most prominent persons in the place. The church at Harpersfield also prospered. He speaks of having visited Ashtabula and preached to about twenty persons. He occasionally also visited Conneaut, though the path from Austinburg to that place was not even blazed, He says of this place," Notwithstanding there are some here, as in other places, who do all they can to profane the Sabbath and promote infidelity, yet God is carrying on the redemption of souls." Mr. Badger, after laboring five or six years as a missionary in this and other counties, resigned his commission. The reason for this was that the Connecticut Missionary society had reduced the amount of the appropriations to the missionaries on the Reserve. Mr. Badger felt that, with all his labors and hardships, the society did him a great injustice. He says, "I felt myself and family exceedingly injured by their vote to reduce the means of my support. I had encountered indescribable hardships, with my family, in performing missionary labors, and had repeatedly written to them respectfully on the subject. The subject had also been presented to them by gentlemen who were my neighbors, and well knew that my reduced pay to six dollars per week was much below the necessary expenses of my family. But all applications on the subject were unavailing."

    This action of the society in reducing his salary and the consequent resignation involved a great change in the circumstances of Mr. Badger's life. He afterwards received an appointment from the Massachusetts Missionary society, and commenced labors as a missionary among the Indians at Sandusky. This change involved a removal of his family, and there were many hardships endured again in entering upon a new life. He began building a boat of three tons burden, finished and launched it, loaded it, and passed down to Austin's Mills, where he was obliged to unload and draw the boat over the dam and load again. It often stuck on the rapids, and they were obliged to get into the water and lift hard at the boat to get it down the river. They succeeded, however, and passed up the lake to Cleveland, where they arrived on Saturday night. Here Mr. Badger preached on Sunday. During the week they made out with great hardship to reach Sandusky. He says, "My labors with the Wyandot people from upper Sandusky to a place eight miles below Detroit were very fatiguing, exposed as I was to rains and heavy dews and camping in the woods." In October, 1807, he went with his wife to Pittsburgh, and was taken unwell, and was confined five weeks with sickness. On his return quite a company went with him to Sandusky, all on horseback, camping out four nights on the way. He says in his journal, "Under many discouraging circumstances I continued to labor in the mission, visiting and preaching in their villages, more than one hundred miles apart from each other." In the year 1808 he came to the determination to move his family back to Austinburg. The missionary board thought it was best that he should take a tour to the east to solicit donations. He accordingly started with his wife on the 1st of November, on horseback, to visit friends in New England, and arrived at Blanford on the 15th. During this visit the Connecticut Missionary society became sensible that they had erred and their missionary had suffered by their means. At a meeting of the board recompensation of two hundred and twenty-four dollars was paid to him, and a donation of one hundred dollars was given to him for his mission. His labors among the Indians were very useful. His influence among them was such that intemperance was very much removed. The chief, Blue Jacket, complained bitterly of the traders, and, through Mr. Badger's advice and co-operation, those who were disposed to sell liquor were driven away from the reservation. As a missionary he adapted himself to the people. He helped them build their houses, went into their corn-fields and hoed corn with them, mended their broken plows and utensils, and assisted them in this way. He prescribed for the sick, comforted the dying, and sympathized with them in all of their troubles. He gained a great influence over them. They generally listened to his advice, and were respectful in religious services. Occasionally there is a record of a few rude savages entering into the meetings and shouting the war-whoop, and so trying to make disturbance; but the sentiment of the chief and most of the tribe was friendly to the missionary's labors. He continued here, laboring faithfully, until the year 1809, when he received a letter from his wife that his house was burned, and almost all the clothing and furniture destroyed. This distressing circumstance made it necessary for him to leave the mission. He got home about the middle of November, and found his family without a house, depending on a neighbor for temporary lodgings, and were in great want of clothing as the cold season grew on. By the help of neighbors they soon got up a cabin, moved into it with but one chair, and without bedstead, or table, knife, fork, or spoon, but these and other necessary articles for housekeeping were soon procured. Mr. Badger spent the winter in preaching in a few settlements in Ashtabula County. In April, 1810, he moved to Ashtabula, where he preached half the time and missionated in other settlements. Having made an exchange of land with Nehemiah Hubbard, he commenced making a home. He had a good garden, raised some corn, and was comfortably situated. At this time there was no organized church in Ashtabula village, but Mr. Badger alternated in his preaching between Kingsville and this place. It is said that after the burning of the school-
     




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    house on the east side a meeting was held one Sabbath on the banks of the Ashtabula river, near where the iron bridge now stands. The preacher took for his pulpit a tree which was leaning over the water, and the people were scattered about on the grass. During Mr. Badger's stay in this place he started a book-store, but was not successful in it, and soon sold out.

    During the War of 1812, Mr. Badger's services were sought for on account of his acquaintance with the country and his influence over the Indians. General Perkins was then at Huron. Several officers wrote very urgently to Mr. Badger, inviting him to visit them. He went, and found the sick and wounded badly situated; but he soon got help, and made the block-house comfortable, and provided bunks and attendants for the sick. In a few days General Harrison came. Without being consulted on the subject, he was appointed chaplain for the brigade and postmaster for the army. He was very useful even in military service. When the army moved from Huron to Sandusky, he, with a guard of twenty men and several axe-men, marked out the road, and afterwards piloted the army to Sandusky. After the building of Fort Meigs, on the Maumee, the men began to be sick. Major E. Whittlesey, afterwards congressman for this district, was taken very sick, and given up to die. Mr. Badger took him to his own tent, and took care of him day and night. By careful nursing and the skillful practice of the surgeon he was, by the blessing of God, restored to health. Mr. Badger soon resigned his position and returned home. He never quite approved of the war, and said many things against it, and so gained the epithet of "old Tory." After his return home, two of his sons were taken with the epidemic which had prevailed in the army. The youngest one died. Mr. Badger continued to preach in Ashtabula and neighboring settlements until about the last day of July 1818. At this time his wife was taken suddenly ill. She lingered a few days in painful sickness, and died on the 4th of August. Of her Mr. Badger says, "She was a discreet wife and affectionate mother; a consistent Christian, beloved as a friend and neighbor. She bore with Christian patience and fortitude the trials we had to encounter with our young family in this uncultivated land. On her devolved almost exclusively the task of forming their youthful minds, and storing them with principles of piety and virtue, and this she performed with unwearied fidelity." At this date the autobiography ceases. Mr. Badger married again in 1819, and his second wife, Miss Abigail fly, survived him a few months. He removed from Ashtabula to Kirtland in 1822, and preached alternately here and at Cheater. At the age of sixty-five he received a call from the people of Gustavus. He organized a church here of twenty-seven members. This was April 27, 1825. In October following he was regularly installed pastor of the church by the presbytery of Grand River. Rev. Dr. Cowles preached the sermon. During his pastorate he held a protracted meeting, in which many were converted, and the church was much strengthened. He was appointed postmaster at this place. As the mail came in on the Sabbath, he sent in to the government a remonstrance, and declared his purpose to resign unless he was relieved from this secular care on the Sabbath. His remonstrance was so far successful as to secure such a change of the route as to cause the arrival of the mail at Gustavus on another day of the week. Mr. Badger resigned his pastoral relation at the end of ten years, in 1835. He was then seventy-five years old, and the infirmities of age were creeping upon him. The church, when organized, consisted of twenty-seven members. During Mr. Badger's ministry forty-eight were added, of whom twenty-eight were by profession. The veteran missionary removed to the home of his daughter, at Plain, Wood county, who had married a minister. During his residence here, which included ten years more of his life, no particular incidents occurred. It was a season of quiet retirement, though he continued to preach almost every Sunday in destitute places. He organized a church in Milton, and supplied them about a year. His last sermon was preached in Plain, on the day of the fast proclaimed by the President. He enjoyed great peace and serenity of mind. His language was uniformly that of praise, and his constant theme the goodness of God and the glories of the future state. 

    His missionary life precluded study, but he always took an interest in literary advantages. The Social library in Ashtabula was established mainly through his efforts. During his stay in Plain, Wood county, he was able to procure a gift of books from the east, and succeeded in establishing what has since been incorporated by the name of the Badger library. His religious character was his most remarkable trait. It gave him a gentleness and patience and depth of character which are rarely possessed. His words were always full of feeling, but amid all his trials and disappointments no bitterness mingled with them. He had a submissive, quiet, and loving spirit. Few men have undergone more hardships, and yet few have been more useful. His memory is still cherished among the citizens of many communities, and the scenes of his former homes are redolent with his praise. His life was a sweet savor, and, though the blossoms of his hope were often crushed, they emitted a sweet perfume. During the last days of his life he seemed to live in the visions of the future. At one time, when he was apparently unconscious, his granddaughter put her hand upon his head, when he exclaimed, with a groan, "Oh, why did you call me back? I thought I was in heaven!" He died as the righteous die. His path was the path of the righteous, growing brighter to the perfect day. Surely we can say of him, "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, and their works do follow them."


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    QUINTUS  F.  ATKINS.

    Quintus Flaminius Atkins, the oldest son of Josiah Atkins, Sr., and Mary Gillett Atkins, was born May 10, 1785, in Wolcott, New Haven county, Connecticut. His father, descended from an English family of good repute, was a man of more than usual bodily vigor and energy.

    His mother, Mary Gillett, a daughter of Captain Zaccheus GilIett, and sister of Rev. Alexander Gillett, the first settled minister in Wolcott (then called Farmingbury), was a woman of superior intelligence and many virtues.

    Josiah Atkins was the youngest son of Joseph Atkins, one of the early find honored settlers in Wolcott, a man foremost in every good word and work, during a residence of many years.

    During the years 1798 and 1799, a war with France seeming probable, an army was raised by the United States government, into which the subject of our sketch, at the age of seventeen years, enlisted. The regiment to which he belonged was encamped in or near New Haven, Connecticut. The war-cloud having passed away the forces were disbanded, and our young soldier sought employment in the west.

    In 1801 and 1802 he worked at road-making on the "Genesee turnpike," in central New York. 

    In October, 1809, he joined a party of emigrants from Connecticut, bound for the then land of promise, "New Connecticut." They arrived in Morgan, Ashtabula County, in November, 1802.

    Two settlers (with their families) had preceded them by a few months, viz., Timothy R. Hawley, a surveyor, and agent for the proprietors of the town, and Captain John Wright.

    Mr. Atkins selected a farm in the east part of the town, but during the first year worked chiefly for others, chopping and clearing lands, making roads, etc.

    On the 22d of February, 1804, he was united in marriage to Miss Sarah Wright, the youngest daughter of Captain John Wright, above named.

    During a considerable part of the year 1805 lie was engaged in carrying the United States mail between Cleveland and Detroit, his usual route being from Cleveland to Sandusky. This difficult and dangerous service was performed on foot through the wilderness, carrying the mail, a gun and axe. It required great courage and perseverance; but he was a man who never objected to any necessary service or duty, no matter what its hardships or privations.

    In the spring of 1806, Rev. Joseph Badger, then a missionary to the northwestern Indians, engaged Mr. and Mrs. Atkins as assistants at the missionary station at Sandusky.

    Having built a boat on Grand river in Austinburg, and loaded it with supplies for the mission, the party, consisting of Rev. Mr. Badger, Mr. and Mrs. Atkins: and their little daughter, Emily (afterwards Mrs. Colonel George Turner, of Geneva, Ohio), descended the river to its mouth, where they were joined by a party of Indians, who, with their families, in canoes, accompanied the missionary party along the southern shore of Lake Erie to Sandusky. Here they remained about one and a half years, when repeated attacks of ague and fever forced them to abandon the mission and return to Morgan. During 1808 he was again
     




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    engaged in carrying the mails on foot, in a more rapid manner than before, called the "express mail." His route was between Cleveland and Vermilion river.

    In June, 1811, the county of Ashtabula was organized, and Mr. Atkins was appointed its sheriff, serving until July, 1813, when he resigned to enter the United States service, as a lieutenant in the northwestern army under General W. H. Harrison.

    Previous to this service, however, in the fall of 1812, while sheriff, he, with other prominent citizens exempt from military services by age or official duties, viz., Colonel Eliphalet Austin, Major Levi Gaylord, Captain Roger Nettleton, Matthew Hubbard, Esq., Samuel Hendry, Esq., and many others, spent some time as mounted volunteers in scouting the country about Sandusky bay and Huron river, then threatened with invasion by the British forces and their Indian allies. Their effective service, it was believed, prevented an attack upon Camp Avery, an unfinished and therefore weak stockade upon Huron river.

    Upon the reduction of the army to a peace establishment, in 1815, Lieutenant Atkins received an honorable discharge from the service, and returned to his farm in Morgan.

    At the first general election after the close of the war (October, 1815), Mr. Atkins was again elected sheriff, and removed his family to Jefferson, where he continued to reside for the ensuing twenty-three years, save a brief sojourn on the lake-shore, in Geneva, about the year 1830.

    Having served as sheriff the legal limit of four years, he was appointed, in the winter of 1819-20, to the then new office of county auditor, and served in that capacity until March, 1822. 

    At the next session of the Ohio legislature (1823-24) he was appointed to superintend the building of a turnpike-road through the "Maumee Swamp," so called, and to survey and sell the lands granted by congress to the State of Ohio, for the purpose of building said road. He was engaged in the duties of that appointment until the road was completed, occupying about three years.

    He next turned his attention to the Ohio canal, then being built from Cleveland to Portsmouth. In company with a young man of some previous experience on the Erie canal, New York, a considerable job was undertaken, which proved a much more expensive and difficult work than had been anticipated by engineers or contractors, involving a very heavy loss. To add to the difficulty, his partner, having possessed himself of all the company funds, suddenly decamped to parts unknown. This misfortune and treachery forced Mr. Atkins into hopeless insolvency. He voluntarily placed in the hands of a trustee, for the payment of his liabilities, all the savings of his previous life, and having a large family, was unable in after-years to do much towards retrieving his ill fortune.

    In 1835 and 1836 he was in the employ of the "Arcole Furnace Company," in Madison, Ohio, and was a careful and efficient agent in its then large business.

    In the autumn of 1836 he went to Olean, New York, in the employ of a land company, to take charge of a considerable property, comprising most of East Olean, with grist- and saw-mills, pine lands, etc.

    The reverses of 1837-38 so crippled the company that it was forced to sell the property, and early in 1839, Mr. Atkins removed to the farm of Edward Wade, in Brooklyn, near Ohio city, now Cleveland. At this place he resided most of the time until 1854. While residing there he was appointed an associate judge of the court of common pleas of Cuyahoga county, and held the office until, by a change in the constitution, that court was abolished. In February, 1853, his amiable and much-respected wife, Mrs. Sarah Wright Atkins, died at their home in Brooklyn, they having lived together in the marital relation forty-nine years.

    Subsequently he resided for a time with his son, Captain A. R. Atkins, in Chicago and Racine, but usually had a home with his daughters, Mrs. H. R. Gaylord, in Geneva, and Mrs. P. Judson, in Brooklyn.

    He died at "Barber Cottage," Brooklyn, then the home of Mr. Judson, January 23, 1859, in the seventy-seventh year of his age. 

    During a large part of his life Mr. Atkins was an active and efficient promoter of religious observances, and during all his later years was an earnest and unwearied laborer for the abolition of slavery. At first he held aloof on the ground of its impracticability; but the tendency of pro-slavery opinion to enforce its views with stale eggs and other objectionable arguments soon brought him to the side of the party weak in numbers, but using only reasonable arguments. He was a sturdy believer in free speech, and held mobs in utter abhorrence.

    Between the years 1841 and 1853, Mr. Atkins devoted much time and means in aid of the anti-slavery movement in northern Ohio and western New York. His earnest and able addresses doubtless assisted in awakening the public mind in the localities he visited to the great wrong and injustice of the institution of slavery then darkening the whole country.

    In a long service as justice of the peace in Jefferson, and later, as a judge of the courts in Cleveland, when party spirit was often bitter and unreasoning, his sterling love of justice and his dealing was ever apparent. And although his friendships and aversions were strong, he never permitted them to affect his legal administration of justice.

    Through a long life his bodily and mental powers were vigorous, and whatever he undertook to do, whether chopping and clearing lands, splitting rails (in his younger days he was a famous "chopper and rail-splitter"), making roads, carrying mails on, foot through the wilderness, or arresting desperate criminals as sheriff, all was thoroughly well done.

    In his later years Mr. Atkins often wrote for the press; his contributions of most general interest probably being "Recollections of Pioneer Life in Northeastern Ohio," "Road-Making in Central New York at the Beginning of the Present Century," "A Trip through Iowa in its Early Days," and "Recollections of Military Service about Huron River and Sandusky Bay in the War of 1811-15."

    Of the children of Mr. and Mrs. Atkins, ten (one son and nine daughters) lived to maturity. The son, Captain Arthur R. Atkins, is married and resides in Chicago. Five of the daughters are still living, in 1878, vie., Mrs. Stella M. Gaylord, in Saginaw, Michigan; Mrs. Ophelia Bostwick, in Oberlin, Ohio; Mrs. Mary Lynch, in Santa Barbara, California; Mrs. Martha Todd, in Tabor, Iowa; and Mrs. Bertha Judson, in Cleveland, Ohio.

    Helen Atkins died in Brooklyn, Ohio, in 1839; Mrs. Emily Turner, in Geneva, in 1841; Mrs. Flora Wheeler, in Portville, New York, in 1850; and Mrs. Sarah L. Wade, in Brooklyn, Ohio, in 1852.

    The grandchildren and great-grandchildren of Mr. and Mrs. Atkins are numerous, intelligent, and actively engaged in various pursuits in life. They reside in the States of New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Michigan, Illinois, Iowa, Minnesota, Missouri, California, and Texas. They comprise clergymen, lawyers, college professors and teachers, railroad-builders and managers, manufacturers, mill-owners and lumbermen, ship-builders, ship-owners, and ship-captains, who have sailed on all our lakes and on every ocean and nearly every sea on the globe

    One of the latter, Matthew Turner, a native of Geneva, Ohio, while engaged in commerce between San Francisco and the Amoor river, in Siberia, in the year 1863, was the first to discover and open to the traffic of the world the Pacific cod-fisheries, in the Gulf of Tartary and on the coast of Kamschatka and subsequently about the Aleutian islands.  

    HON.  ELIPHALET  AUSTIN.
    (by Rev. S. D. Peet)

    Hon. Eliphalet Austin was born at Youngford, Litchfield County, Connecticut, in 1761. His father was Aaron Austin. There were six brothers, and the most of them were soldiers in the War of 1776. The elder, Judge Aaron Austin, of New Hartford, was a captain in the Revolutionary war. Nathaniel Austin, father of Jacob. Austin, was a lieutenant. Cyrenius died with the smallpox in the service. Eusebius was a physician, and settled in the State of New York. Colonel Samuel Austin settled in Vernon, New York, removed to Randolph, Portage county, Ohio. Colonel Eliphalet left the army in 1781, and married Sihette Dudley, of Bethlehem. He for some years remained in the old homestead, taking care of his then aged parents, but subsequently removed to New Hartford, and developed his natural bent and taste for a close business by keeping a tavern, a store, and an ashery, and buying beef cattle to supply the market at Hartford and New Haven, and was the president of a turnpike company.

    HIS  TITLE  OF  COLONEL.

    He was colonel of an independent or uniform regiment, was one of the Torringford land company, and in his own name, and in that of the Connecticut land company, had some twenty thousand acres. He came to Austinburg in 1799, returned in 1800, and in 1801 moved his family to Ohio. The account of his journey and first settling has already been given. Judge Austin's business capacity was remarkable. He had a large amount of lands of his own in Summit and Medina counties, also in Morgan and Austinburg, Ashtabula County, and in Madison and Perry, Lake county. He owned lots in Cleveland and in Euclid, and at one time he had the title to over three hundred acres in the spot where Cleveland now stands; he was also agent for a large amount of land for others. This land he bought at a very small price, as it was on the first apportionment. It was never complained of him that he had taken advantage of any one. His desire was to encourage settlement, and no doubt it was largely owing to his hospitality and his business capacity that Ashtabula County became settled at so early a date. His house served to be the centre of the whole region. It was a block-house, built on the summit of the hill, bullet-proof. Aaron Austin, his son, was early engaged in cutting roads through the forest, and it is said that nearly all the roads of those days centred at his house. Some of these roads still remain. He had much to do with the laying out of the first roads of the country.


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    HISTORY  OF  THE  TOWNSHIPS  AND  VILLAGES

    OF

    ASHTABULA  COUNTY,  OHIO.
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    CITY  AND  TOWNSHIP  OF  ASHTABULA.
    (Written in most part by Rev. S. D. Peet.)

    THE name Ashtabula is the softening of an Indian term which was first applied to the river. It was the Indian name said to signify many fish. It was pronounced originally by the Indians Hash-tah-buh-lah.

    The river was long known as the boundary line between the eastern and western tribes, -- the Iroquois claiming the land of the east and certain Algonquin tribes claiming that to the west. This fact accounts for the different words which signify the same thing. The name Conneaut meant in the Iroquois language about the same as Ashtabula in Algonquin. The name Ashtabula was applied first to the river, then to the town, and then to the county. When General Moses Cleaveland, from whom the city of Cleveland derived its name, passed through here with his surveying company, in 1796, he proposed to give a name in honor of his favorite daughter, Mary Esther. Messrs. Porter, Warren, Shepard, and most of the surveyors were in favor of the Indian name Ashtabula. In order to secure his object, General Cleaveland offered to furnish two gallons of wine for the privilege of naming the river. The surveyors assented and the wine was procured, and so long as it lasted the name of the place was "Mary Esther." As soon as the last bottle disappeared the creek assumed the old name, and has borne it ever since.

    FIRST  SETTLEMENT.

    The first white man's habitation in the town of Ashtabula is said to have been a log cabin belonging to one Thomas Hamilton. It was situated a little above the mouth of the river, on the west side. It was erected in the year 1801. When the logs were ready for raising there happened to come into the mouth of the river a boat, with a family on board, which was bound up the lake. Hamilton persuaded the men to assist him in raising his cabin. It is supposed that this company were the Austins, as Judge Austin is said to have been the first settler who entered the harbor with a boat. Two citizens of Conneaut, Daniel Baldwin and Captain James Montgomery, afterwards helped Hamilton finish his cabin, covering it with a bark roof. This lonely hut stood with its single occupant in this place with no habitation within eight or ten miles of it, and surrounded by the unbroken wilderness with the wild waves washing the unknown shore, for two or three years. Hamilton remained but a short time.

    The first family which took up their residence in the place was, however, that of Mr. George Beckwith, who removed hither from Austinburg in the year 1803. The citizens of Austinburg assisted him in raising his house. Mr. Beckwith perished in the snow in January of the following winter, some forty or fifty rods north of the south ridge and a few yards west of the Saybrook line. He had been to Austinburg after salt and provisions for his family, and was on his return. He was overtaken by a snow-storm, and, having been sick, was probably overcome by the difficulties of the way and the weight of the load which he was carrying on his shoulders. His wife had been left alone in the cabin near the harbor wit;h their children. As her husband did not return she became anxious about him, and, leaving the children locked up in the house, she made her way through the snow to her old neighbors at Austinburg, a distance of twelve miles. On her arrival the citizens also became alarmed, and set out at once to find Mr. Beckwith. Following his track, they at last came upon the spot where he had fallen. They next discovered the package which he had dropped, and at last found his body prostrate in the snow, but stiff in death. Mrs. Beckwith, however, remained in the cabin, and supported her children in part by assisting travelers to cross the stream. Her method was to paddle a canoe to the spot where the ford was, and then requiring the travelers to place their load at the top of their wagon, she would take a rope and fasten if to the end of the tongue, then paddle with it across the river. She then helped the travelers push their wagon into the creek and to drive the oxen across, when she would attach them to the end of the rope and so draw the load across. It frequently happened that the wagon would partly float and partly roll on the bottom. As it came out of the stream the load would drip with the water in which it had been pretty thoroughly soaked. Shortening up the rope again, she would draw the load up the bank, and then return with the canoe after the travelers. 

    ARRIVAL  OF  MATTHEW  HUBBARD.

    In the year 1804, Mr. Matthew Hubbard, of Trenton, Oneida county, New York, became the agent for his uncle, Nehemiah Hubbard, and started for this place. Here we give an extract from Mr. Hubbard's article, presented by him to the historical society in the year 1850:

    "On the 21st day of May, 1804, we left Trenton, accompanied by that reverend and excellent man, Nehemiah Hubbard, Esq., as far as Whitestown, fourteen miles, where we received instructions, with his blessing, and parted. At this moment, as if to repair our loss, a happy incident followed: We fell in company with the Hen. Joshua Stow, of Connecticut, with one foot in the stirrup, ready to mount his horse for Ohio. He had been engaged in the company which surveyed the Western Reserve into townships; was a resolute man of much practical experience and observation, possessing powers by which he could happily arouse the ambition of inexperienced youth, and inspire in his mind manly fortitude. The Mohawk valley appeared to me one of the most fertile and beautiful ever smiled upon by the sun. We now tendered our parting adieu. Myself and Pierce, almost for the first time, were passing beyond the view of the smoke of the family chimney. We had just given our hands a farewell shake with those friends we left behind, had been admonished that the south shore of Lake Erie was a continuous grave-yard, and that six months' exposure would insure a tenantry therein, or a bleaching of our bones on its surface. Home feelings possessed our hearts. Home thoughts occupied our minds. Like Lot's wife, we were looking back upon the plains we had left, while our bosoms beat to involuntary sighs. Never can I forget the emotions which filled my bosom when first leaving the fireside to sojourn in a distant land, where no more the kind salutations of a father and an affectionate mother would greet my ears, and the playful sallies of brothers and sisters would mingle with my boyish eccentricities. Even our horses seemed at this time to sympathize with their riders, or perhaps upon their involuntary guidance it may have happened, for they actually came to a halt, when our friend in the advance, apprehending the difficulty, called out, 'Heads up, my young lads! this valley we are leaving is not a priming to what you will live to see in Ohio!' This cheering appeal had the intended effect. We dismissed all regrets, and the stars of hope were lighted. Our horses raised a sprightly trot, we hummed 'Over the hills and far away,' all clouds of depression cleared up, our spirits resumed their usual elasticity, and forbade a sigh for home comforts.

    "Western New York at this time was little less than an unbroken wilderness, but each day's travel brought us nearer our destination, and we little heeded what might interpose in our way. At length the blue waters of Lake Erie at Buffalo caught our view. Buffalo was then comprised of some half-dozen small houses, and literally swarmed with Indians. Two days more, and we were brought to
     




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    Chautauqua, a distance of seventy miles, as then computed, passing one lone house only, which was located at Cattaraugus. Two days' additional ride, and we were at the mouth of the Conneaut creek, in Ohio. Here the few settlers were hauling in a net full of fishes. Among them was a muskelunge which weighed forty pounds. Proceeding one mile farther, we found a kind reception at Mr. Hannaniah Brooks', where we feasted on the delicious muskelunge and lodged. On Friday morning, the 2d day of June, we were coursing our way along a line of trees, marked by hunters of wild game, to Ashtabula. The country exhibited a surface smooth and beautiful. There was a luxuriant growth of herbage and a profusion of wild flowers of every hue all around our deeply-shaded path, creating a landscape of enchanting loveliness. Pierce and myself were all eyes; not an object within our reach seemed to escape our notice. It was a new world to us. The formation of ground for a good road was perfected by the hand of nature, leaving for man to remove the burden of timber under which it groaned. The small runs crossing our route were apparently lost in the deepest kind of mud, filled with roots from the overhanging trees, into which our horses plunged at the hazard of legs and life. About the middle of the day the wild beasts of the forest might have seen three persons, with their faithful horses, crossing the Ashtabula creek and dismounting on the belt of bottom land near the location of the south end of the present ridge-road bridge. Here we parted with Judge Stow, a traveling companion in whom our hearts delighted. As he left us for the Cuyahoga river our eyes sadly followed his wake until his form was hidden by the underbrush. Pierce and myself now began to scale the almost perpendicular height directly fronting us. When near the top the ground slid under my horse's feet, and, my hand being clenched in the bridle, we both rolled to the bottom. Having found a landing-place, and once more on our feet, I called out to my friend, 'All is well! I shall settle in this country; I have already made my pitch!' A second attempt at climbing proved successful. We proceeded along the bluff towards the mouth of the creek in search of the George Beckwith cabin, which we supposed was deserted; but, on heaving in sight, we found it occupied to the full. As we approached it was difficult to decide which party was the more surprised, we, at finding these solitaries of our race, or they, at beholding travelers. To them it appeared like 'angels' visits, few and far between.' We were the first white travelers they had seen in twelve months. The party consisted of the widow of George Beckwith and her two little girls, Samuel Beokwith, and a Mr. Thompson and his wife, and they were the only settlers between Conneaut and the west line of Harpersfield, a distance of thirty miles. It was ten miles to the settlement in Austinburg. On the 3d day of June I selected land for a farm and a site for my cabin. On the 4th of June I rode through the woods to Austinburg, where I found a comfortable log house surrounded by a grass-plat, -- no common luxury in that day with early settlers. But the house was silent as that of the dead; not a soul to be found. I turned my horse to graze in the yard, entered the house, and took possession of the family arm-chair until near sunset, when I saw a numerous family emerging from the forest path on their return from a distant place of social worship. I met Judge Austin, the venerable sire, and presented a letter of introduction. He welcomed me cordially, and presented me to his interesting family, with an invitation to partake of the hospitalities of their roof. Their house became my home at all convenient opportunities. It was truly the abode of hospitality. The milk of human kindness flowed in their hearts in no parsimonious manner, and the fruits were of the most generous kind. Long after my first acquaintance with this household, I have known its ever-to-be-remembered and revered heads to rise at midnight and administer comfort to hungry wayfaring men. A warm meal would be prepared, and all earthly compensation refused. This proceeded from high and holy motives. Instances of this kind and other benevolent acts were of almost daily occurrence, and their labor of love can be attested by many who have shared and felt its warmth. 

    "We will now return to the incidents connected with the settlement of Ashtabula.

    "George Beckwith, whose untimely death has been referred to by others, was the first white resident of this township. He came with his family in the spring of 1803, erected a log cabin on the bottom land of lot No. 4, in fractional township No. 13, in the third range. His family occupied this cabin, located about one mile above the mouth of the creek, until the spring of 1801. The land upon which it stood belongs at this time to Mr. Jabez Strong. The second was erected by Hubbard and Pierce, in the month of June, 1804, on the lot south, adjoining the Beckwith location. The third was put up during the same month, by our small group of humanity, for an itinerant by name of Garwood, on the west bank near the mouth of the creek. This site of the Garwood cabin is now occupied by a brick building erected by the writer. This was the first cabin put up at or near the mouth of the creek. Garwood and family soon left in an open boat, with some emigrants, for parts to me unknown. About this time our little neighborhood was broken up by removals, leaving Pierce and myself only. Soon after this, Samuel Beckwith returned to erect a cabin of respectable dimensions. On finding two solitaries only, he invited help from our nearest neighbors, at Conneaut and Austinburg, places twenty-five miles apart. No wedding-party ever obeyed an invitation with greater alacrity, although it was a two days' affair. Beckwith immediately left us after his cabin had been rolled up, for the season. Hubbard and Pierce were now successfully felling trees. The first felled of the primitive forest was a giant whitewood, an occupant of the soil before the discovery of America by Columbus, as we judged from the signs usually taken as indicative of the age of trees. The place where it stood can now be pointed out by the writer, notwithstanding the lapse of forty-six years. We had prepared ourselves with a yoke of oxen, a cow, and mush-pot, also some flour and corn-meal, which was packed on horseback from Youngstown, Trumbull county. We were also possessed of two tin cups, two jack-knives, two wooden spoons, the latter of our own workmanship, and with two axes. Thus equipped, we were in full tide of operation. Our beds were of cheap construction, being split from a log sufficiently broad for convenient lodging. We lay head and foot, and enjoyed refreshing sleep. Our cow soon left us, and we saw her no more, depriving us of an article then regarded among the luxuries of life. We once during the summer indulged in eating a piece of elk flesh, presented by young Omick and his fellow-hunter; otherwise our diet consisted of mush and water, and musty at that. These red brethren had shared with us, on several occasions, the contents of our mush-pot. They ever met us with the kindly-sounding salutation, 'Brother,' to which we replied in the same kind manner. In a short time they formed a camp of several of their tribe near us. In the course of this season we put in eight acres of wheat, and had chopped and deadened over about as much more. Our seed wheat was bought of Major McFarland, of Harpersfield, and packed on horseback by way of Austinburg, the circuitous route then traveled between Ashtabula and Harpersfield. We dragged in our wheat with a crab-apple tree. We inclosed our field and finished our labor in October." 

    INDIANS.

    Ashtabula river was one favorite resort of the wild sons of the forest. Scarcely any place in the county has a wilder aspect than has this very gorge, so full of dark shadows, lined with the tall, dark pine and the overhanging hemlock, which are only made the more striking by the white, ghostly shapes of the great sycamores which fill up the valley. A weird, wild place, almost too fearful for human heart to attempt or for human footsteps to enter. Situated in the midst of the primitive wilderness, these deep gorges were still more shadowy than the forests themselves, fit resort only for the wild bear, the wolf, and other beasts of prey.

    There tire indeed evidences that an ancient race at one time made this wild fastness their resort, and that places of defense were erected on the summit of the overhanging cliffs, defense answering to defense across the deep gorge.

    There are burying-places in the neighborhood of the valley, covering the surface of most prominent summits at the bends of the river and near the bank of the lake. It is also reported that the bones of a gigantic people have been exhumed from these ancient sepulchres. But of the people history knows nothing. The only knowledge we have of the former occupants has been gained from the few lingering remnants of the tribes which, broken and scattered, had removed from the region before the advent of the white man.

    Fortunately 'for the first inhabitants, the land had been deserted by the wild Indians before their advent, the title to the territory having again and again been ceded to the white conquerors of the country. Doubtless the presence of the forts on the lake and river at Presque Isle and at French creek had the effect to intimidate these savage people, the sound of the cannon and the sight of the pale-face sending fear into their hearts as much as if a race of supernatural creatures had intruded upon their wild domains.

    It is said that the wild animals cannot endure the sound of a church-bell. There is that in the solemn reverberations through the echoing forests which sends terror into their frames. So before the advance of civilization an unconscious influence stood unseen, driving from the lonely forest both savage foe and prowling beast. These creatures cannot bear the light and progress of civilization. They dwell amid the shadow and wild scenes, and flee at the approach of the white man's foot, and before the progress and improvement which follow his tread.

    Yet there was at the time of the first settlement of this township a number of Indians still lingering amid the familiar scenes. Ashtabula river was the dividing line between the Senecas, Tonawandas, Cayugas, and Delawares, of the east, and the Chippewas, Ottawas, and Wyandots, of the west. In fact, the old line between the conflicting races, the Iroquois and the Algonquin, here remained long after all trace of this line had disappeared from treaties. The memories of individuals kept up the old dividing line between the races. It would seem almost that the spirits of departed ancestors were continually calling back the memory of their tribes to the old lingering scenes, and to the happy haunts of earlier days.
     




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    Occasionally, after the coming of the white man and the appearance of his cottage on the banks of the river, little bands of these broken tribes were seen making their way up the stream and encamping on their favorite hunting grounds. A single picture will be given. It is narrated by Mr. Wm. Jones, who settled in the place in 1807. He relates that, soon after his settlement in the south part of the present village, then in the wild forest, there came a party of twenty-five or thirty Indians from Cattaraugus for a winter's hunt. Immediately after their arrival, Mr. Jones followed his new neighbors down to the place selected for their encampment among the firs or hemlocks, a little up the creek, south of the village and east of his own dwelling. He found them merry and cheerful, and very friendly. The men immediately set about building some wigwams for shelter. This was done by driving forked stakes into the ground and laying poles across, resting them in the forks on the top of the stakes and covering the roof with hemlock-boughs resting upon poles. Thus, in the space of an hour, with their only tools their hatchets and long knives, they constructed two or three wigwams of ample dimensions for sheltering the whole company. The next want to be supplied was food. To obtain this they sent out two or three of their men, armed with rifles, to hunt for venison. In a few hours Mr. Jones was surprised to see the hunters return with so many deer. Mr. Jones expressed his surprise, saying that it often took a white man one or two days to shoot one deer. An old Indian replied, "White man know not how. He travel, travel, travel in woods; deer see him, run away. Indian no do so. He sit down; deer come along, Indian shoot him; sit down again; 'nother come along, shoot him, too. Indian know how; white man not know how."

    The hard-beaten trail which extended along the south ridge, from the east to the west, remained for many years, and was known to the early settlers, but it will never be trod by the feet of this departed people.

    An incident is told of this strange race which is particularly touching. It appears that a Seneca had for some reason become an exile from his tribe and people. As there was no other tribe left to which he could go, he made his home among the whites. His name was Standing-Stone, sometimes called Stanish-tone. He gained his living mainly by fishing and trapping on the Ashtabula river. He had his hut or wigwam in the valley, near where the bridge to East Village now stands. Rev. Mr. Hall tells the story, and we insert it here in his own language: "One delightful evening in May, 1812, as Standing-Stone was at his camp on the bank of the Ashtabula, he was aroused by the tinkling of a bell. He ran out and saw a squaw who had just put the bell upon the neck of her pony, and turned him out to feed for the night on the luxuriant herbage of the bottom.

    "Standing-Stone was surprised and overjoyed when so unexpected a luxury presented itself as the enjoyment of a few hours, even, of social converse with a woman of his own nation and language to interrupt and cheer the gloom of his solitude. She was a Senecca woman of the Sandusky division of that tribe, who had been down to Buffalo, and was returning. The Rev. Mr. Badger and his family were acquainted with her at Sandusky, when they were missionaries there, two years before. She was induced to stop by the good pasturage found here for her horse, and by the knowledge obtained that Mr. Badger resided on the opposite bank of the river. 

    "Standing Stone invited her to lodge at his camp, which she promised to do, after calling on Mr. Badger and family. She went up and found Mr. and Mrs. Badger and the children glad to give her a hearty welcome and a good supper. After supper and a short social visit, she returned to her friend's camp. In the mean time he had wrought with alacrity and raised, covered, and floored with bark a new hut for her reception, contiguous to his own. Here they spent the night, and talked and talked. The next morning early, a delightful May morning, she saddled and loaded her pony, and, just as the writer returned from breakfast to the store, they made their appearance at the top of the hill, both walking, and she leading her horse. They mere engaged in earnest conversation. He was manifestly agitated with opposite emotions, -- with delight in her company and conversation, with sorrow for the separation just at hand, which must leave him sad and solitary. They walked and talked; they came to a log and sat down and talked; and then another, another, and another. And when she must go, and he could detain her no longer, she mounted her horse and passed on; he pursued her with his voice until she was beyond hearing, and with his eyes until she was out of sight, and when she could no more be seen he continued for some time looking and languishing. This was an affecting sight!"

    Poor fellow! The war came the next month, and he too, like the rest of his tribe, was gone. No more was seen of the exile or of his companion.

    The author of this history has made all the investigation that seems possible in reference to the Indian names which are still lingering on the waters. Mrs. Sigourney's poem is appropriate, but it would be much more satisfactory if we could ascertain the meaning of the names. Hon. J. Hammond Trumbull, of Hartford, is the best scholar in the Indian languages in the United States. He says in reference to the name Ashtabula: "I never have looked for the meaning of Ashtabula; but it certainly does not mean 'many fish' or 'river of many fish' in any Algonquin language, nor can Conneaut have had that meaning. Ashtabula, as we have it, is certainly not Algonquin, but very likely it may be a corruption of some Algonquin name which now can only be guessed at." In reference to the Missisauga tribe, a remnant of which was living in this county as late as 1812, he says, "The Missisaugas (or Massasaugas) were of the group now known as Chippewa (or Ojibwa). The Rev. John Jones, who made the Chippewa translation of St. John's gospel, was a half-breed Missisauga. The name means 'great outlet.' Whether it was originally given to the mouth of what is now known as Missisauga river, emptying into Manitou bay, I cannot say. The tribe is substantially Chippewa, only distantly related to the Shawnee. There is a tradition among the early settlers of this town that the name Ashtabula is Erie. If so, if is the only word which has descended to us, that we know of, from this lost tribe."  

    TOWNSHIP  ORGANIZATION.

    The first organization of a township including the present territory of Ashtabula, was in the year 1800, under the name of Richfield. This town at that time included nearly the whole of Ashtabula County, and was itself only a part of Trumbull county, which included nearly the whole of the Western Reserve. The first organization of the township under its present name was not until the year 1808. The county of Geauga had been formed from the north part of Trumbull in 1805. In pursuance of an order of the commissioners of Geauga county, notice was given to the qualified electors to meet at the house of Captain Fobes, and to organize a new township. The tenants of the log cabins sallied forth with dogs and guns, and made a general rally. A township was organized, and the name of the Ashtabula river was given to it, which in the Indian language was the name for "fish river."

    The township thus organized included Sheffield, Kingsville, Ashtabula, and Plymouth. The following persons were elected the officers of the township thus formed: Clerk, Roger Nettleton; Trustees, Roger Nettleton, Isaac Harrington, William Perine; Overseers, Henry Gillmore, Gideon Leet; Appraisers, Matthew Hubbard, Thomas Harrington; Fence Viewers, Walter Fobes, Gideon Leet; Supervisors of Highways, Joseph Kerr, Gideon Leet, Zechariah Olmstead, Elijah Lewis, Hiram Blackman; Treasurer, Zechariah Olmstead. The first justices of the peace of the township were William Perine and Gideon Leet. Each person had an office, and some, two or three.

    In 1810, Kingsville was organized as a separate township, embracing Sheffield, leaving the territory comprised in the present townships of Plymoueh and Ashtabula, Plymouth not being separated until 1838. The population in 1830 was 1631. In 1840, after its separation from Plymouth, 1704. In 1850, 2177. In 1860, 2740. In 1870, 3394. 

    Mr. O. H. Fitch says, "For many years there was a strong rivalry and some asperity between the two villages (East and West Ashtabula); the elections were held alternately on different sides of the river, long after the division of the territory of the township. Thomas Smith, Edwin Wheeler, and Horatio Wilcox were active, intelligent business men and as long as they lived the rivalry between the two villages was continued. "In 1800," says Esquire Wright, of Conneaut, "Nathan King, Seth Harrington, and myself marked the present Ridge road to Ashtabula. There we met the people of Harpersfield similarly engaged." Mr. W. Harper, of Harpersfield, cut the first tree on Bunker hill for the opening of this road. The first carriage employed in the mail service was about 1811, by Anan Harmon. It was a rude sort of a dug-out. It, however, created as much excitement as the first steamboat on the Hudson.

    The old stage-route from Erie to Cleveland was laid out by Aaron Wheeler, Eliphalet Austin, and Solomon Griswold. In the year 1810 there were located in the various parts of the town only about seventy-five families. Rev. Mr. Hall, who settled in the village in 1811, has mentioned the names of these settlers and their locations. Their names are as follows, arranged according to the date of their arrival, with their occupation and State from whence they came:

    1804 -- Matthew Hubbard, land-agent and surveyor, Connecticut; William Perine, surveyor, New York; Joseph Kerr, shoemaker, Pennsylvania; Samuel Beckwith, farmer, Connecticut.

    1806. -- Seth Thayer, sailor and farmer, Connecticut; Joshua Rockwell, farmer, New York; Gideon Leet, postmaster and tavern-keeper, Connecticut; David Burnet, Josiah White, David White, Samuel White, hunters, Hubbard; Ohio.

    1807. -- Enoch Fuller, hired man, New York; Peleg Sweet, Sr., tanner and tavern-keeper, Rhode Island; John B. Watrous, farmer, Connecticut; Purchase Sawins, blind farmer, Vermont; Caleb Rockwell, carpenter, Connecticut; William Watrous, farmer and cooper, Connecticut; Isaac Sweet, farmer, Connecticut.
     




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    1808. -- William Jones, mechanic and farmer, Connecticut; John R. Read, shoemaker and tanner, Connecticut; William Starr, sailor, shiftless, Connecticut; Ebenezer Duty, brick-maker and pettifogger, New Hampshire; Manoah Hubbard, saw-mill owner, Connecticut; Manoah Hubbard, Jr., trader, Connecticut; Thomas Gordon, farmer, Ireland; John Gordon, clearing-farmer, Pennsylvania; Daniel Castle, A. Castle, Jr., New York; James McDonald, laborer, Maine; Beverly Starr (went back), Connecticut; James McKelvey, works for Mr. Leet, Pennsylvania; Pelatiah Shepard, clearing land, Connecticut.

    1809. -- Nathan Strong, Sr., Samuel Strong, Jabez Strong, clearing a farm, Nathan Strong, Jr., farmer, Connecticut; Hall Smith, merchant, Massachusetts; Collins Wetmore, farmer, Connecticut; Obed Edwards, farmer, Connecticut; John McCurrie, an old man, Pennsylvania; Amaea Castle, Sr., farmer, with his sons, New York; John N. Murray, school-teacher and hired man, Ireland.

    1810. -- Abner Gage, new farm, New Hampshire; Hezodiah Smith, tavern- keeper, New Hampshire; Zach. Woodbury, clearing farm, New Hampshire; Enoch Stevens, farmer and shoemaker, New Hampshire; William Woodbury, makes chairs, New Hampshire; Edmund Blood, mechanic, New Hampshire; David Henry, stone-mason, New Hampshire; Walker Richmond, clearing farm, Vermont; Isaac Cook, wolf-trapper and pettifogger, Connecticut; Warner Mann, schoolmaster, Connecticut; John G. Blakeslee, on a new farm, Connecticut; Elijah Blackmar, M.D., lives on new farm, Vermont; Luke Bonesteel, left soon, New Pork; Amos Pisk, owns grist-mill, Pennsylvania; Rev. Joseph Badger, missionary, Massachusetts; Anan Harmon, farmer, Massachusetts; George Melvin, returned, Vermont; Mrs. Rosa Watrous, Connecticut. 

    By comparing the above with the carefully-prepared list of Matthew Hubbard we find the following additional names of those who had settled in the township prior to 1811, and had either removed or died, or were inadvertently omitted in Rev. Mr. Hall's list, from which the above names are compiled: George Beckwith, settled in 1803, died in 1803,; William Thompson and family, settled in 1804, removed in 1806; William Pierce, removed; Henry Gillman and family and Henry Gillman, Jr., and family; Zachariah Olmstead, removed; Isaac Hubbard, settled in 1807 and died in 1809; Reuben Mendell and family, William Gault and family, and Miss Catharine Braddock all settled in 1808; Enoch Fuller, Benjamin A. Naper, and Miss Naper were settled in 1809; Wheeler and Nehemiah Woodbury, Nathan Blood, John Watrous, and Ezra Kellogg and families settled in 1810.

    1811. -- Rev. Mr. Hall, to whom we are indebted for the main facts of this history, says, "Colonel M. Hubbard lived in a framed house. Amos Fisk had one in process of erection. William Jones had a frame barn. Gideon Leet, Esq., had a large frame barn and sheds, and Samuel Beckwith also had a frame barn. All other houses and barns were of logs. The inhabitants were many of them very poor, having exchanged their small estates with the land proprietors of the east for lands here, with just money enough to transport themselves and their families, and to purchase a year's provisions in the wild and untamed region."

    Mr. Hall, who was a clerk in the only store in the place, and was familiar with them all, has divided the population into four classes:

    First. Those who had come from the east, mainly from Connecticut, and who owned their own land, for which they had exchanged their old homes, and were struggling to make a new but permanent home in the wilderness.

    Second. Poor men who had come, and having run in debt for their lands, were struggling to pay for their farms; yet by the slow process of clearing their farms and tilling their land could hardly support their families.

    Third. Those who had come as adventurers, mostly young men, some without wives, having neither money nor property, but who took up land, hoping to make improvements on the same, and then sell their claims and improvements to more wealthy emigrants. They gained their living by working for others, while at times clearing their own land.

    Fourth. a lees numerous class, persons of more wealth, who became proprietors of much of the land, and who ultimately arrived at considerable wealth.

    With this population, society must have been somewhat crude and heterogeneous. It was a serious obstacle to improvement and social progress that the township was so divided by the physical barriers of the Ashtabula river, -- those deep gorges which form the channel, called gulfs, which separated the families from one another. Another impediment to growth also was the dense forests, which needed to be cleared before the rich soil which they covered could be serviceable. Nor was the region favorable for the raising of cattle. The forests themselves were the only pastures, and cows would often so wander, and were so long absent, that they entirely dried of their milk. The labor of oxen was indispensable to the preparation of land, but the scarcity of feed in the winter made the time of seeding too late to realize the expected harvest. Goods were also very high, or the labor and expense of transportation through the long route from the east made their cost very great. Even when the land began to produce, the farmer found but little pay for his crops, as there was no market except that made at home, and money was very scarce. The prices at this time of grain raised from land were one dollar for wheat, fifty cents for corn, twenty-five cents for oats, four cents per pound for pork, while salt, on the other hand, cost four dollars per barrel. Mr. Hall says of this period, "I do not recollect any farm but that of Gideon Leet, Esq., lying on the east bank of the Ashtabula, one mile above its mouth, which furnished the entire support for its occupants. To make up their deficiencies other farmers purchased of the merchants and proprietors,--Messrs. Hubbard, Smith, and Leet, -- or of dealers and older settlers in other localities."  

    SCENERY.

    The scenery in the vicinity of Ashtabula was very wild. The elk and deer and very numerous bears had gathered into the marshes and meadows in great numbers to feast upon the high whortle-brush and cranberries. In winter they would burrow and make beds in the wild grass of the marshes south of the town, -- now Plymouth. The beavers were common. They formed their dams on the small streams, and overflowed the lands in the north part of the town. Turkeys and other wild game were found in the forests, and supplied settlers with food A number of the first settlers did nothing else but lead the wild life of hunters, and the Indians made it a favorite ground for catching game.

    No town in northern Ohio presents more variety of scenery than does this. The presence of the lake-shore, and the deep gorges which form the channel of the Ashtabula river, conspire to make it romantic and picturesque. The valleys of the streams here also become rich bottom lands, where the crooked line of the river itself winds among the overhanging branches of maple, oak, and sycamore. These gorges which are thus formed by the river and its branches are very wild and romantic. They are called "gulfs," and are properly named, for they might well have proved insurmountable barriers to those who were on the different sides. These gorges surrounded the village on the south side, and divided the settlement into two separate villages, while another little village at the mouth of the creek is called the Harbor, making in all three parts, around which the population has gathered. The ridges through which the gorges pass serve also to give additional beauty to the scenery, situated as they are on the south side of the village, and overhanging the wild gorges, whose lofty summits present an enchanting view of the surrounding country.

    The village cemetery is situated on this ridge, and few spots present a more charming landscape than this does. It overhangs the gorges of the river where the dark forms of the lofty pine-trees cast their shadows down upon the deep forests below; but in front the village itself spreads out to view its white houses along the stream as it winds to the eastward and among the green foliage of its tree-lined streets. In the distance beyond the village the blue expanse of the lake stretches far away to the northward, while the forms of vessels are seen passing to and fro, their white sails contrasting with the blue waters.

    The Ashtabula river winds its devious way from its sources in the borders of Pennsylvania through Richmond, Pierpont, Monroe, and Sheffield townships until it reaches Ashtabula township. Here it comes in contact with the barriers of the north and south ridges, but passes by a crooked route through, thus leaving the banks great precipices on either side, and so makes its way to the lake.

    The ridges themselves, which stretch along parallel with the coast of the lake two and three miles distant from the water, form also outlines which give a relief to the scenery and surmount the wild gorges with their rolling summits. Thus we have a mingled scene of beauty and grandeur, the element of fear lurking in the wild depths, but of pleasure lingering on the gentle declivities. 

    THE  TIMES  WHICH  FOLLOWED  THE  WAR  OF  1812.

    It is remarkable how history repeats itself. The War of 1776, that of 1812, the Mexican war of 1849, and the War of the Rebellion of 1861, were all attended with similar results. They were each successful. They enlarged the borders of our country. They established the national strength and unity, but they were followed by financial distress and long depression among the people. The War of 1812 was not an exception. Before the war, the farmers had small quantities of produce to sell. They could obtain from Hall Smith, Ashtabula's first merchant, at this time, the nominal sum of one dollar per bushel for wheat, twenty-five cents for oats, four cents a pound for pork; though the prices of salt and sugar, groceries and cloths, were, owing to transportation, very high. During the war the prices of produce were tripled. The increased circulation of money made everything seem very profitable to the producer. But the war closed. Merchants had contracted for large amounts, but found the demands for their supplies had ceased. The circulation of war money ceased. Property had to be disposed of. Prices fell to one-fourth of what they had been. A great stagnation of business followed. Business men were driven to great straits, and some of them to bankruptcy. The war had stopped migration also, and there was no market for produce. It is said
     




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    that at this time the farmers, in order to sell their grain and so save transportation, resorted to the expedient of reducing the grains, such as rye and corn, to whisky, and in the course of the next ten or fifteen years many distilleries were erected. This was shipped n the form of high wines to an eastern market, while a considerable quantity of the whisky itself was shipped west. Some of it found a ready market at home, to the injury of health, wealth, and the morals of the people. This manufacture of whisky from the grains raised seemed at the time almost a matter of necessity. We must remember that there was no such sentiment about liquor-drinking as at the present time, It is probable that the good old rye whisky was much more harmless than the present poisonous stuff, which is drugged and diluted until it has but a small portion of the extracts of the grain. Whisky was commonly used as a beverage. It was no uncommon sight, when the country was new, to see families or neighbors gather around a table where the bottle of whisky and tumblers were placed, and for the father of the household to ask a blessing on what they were going to receive with as much sincerity as one would at the present time over an ordinary meal, For a long time it was an article of merchandise among the better class of citizens in Ashtabula County. There are merchants now living in Ashtabula and other towns who loaded whole vessels with whisky in the form of high wines. The traffic continued as late as 1837 or 1840, and the vessel which was wrecked, in which Wm. Humphrey lost his wife, had a load of whisky in its hold and of hogs on its deck. And Mr. H. L. Morrison speaks of assisting to load a vessel in which oats were turned in loose among the whisky- barrels and beef and pork were placed upon the decks. The times which followed the War of 1812 were more distressing from the fact that the country was so new. Improvements had just been made; expenses in forming new homes had been great; and had just been cleared, and the products were necessarily limited, The amount of money which the settlers handled at this time was distressingly small. Some farmers had hardly enough to pay their postage, and when their taxes became due it was a question how to raise the money. There were not many who lost their farms, though it required great industry, and economy to pay for them. In some cases the farmers had to pay for their land twice, but not in Ashtabula. This was true in Saybrook, in Wayne, and in some other townships, But the thrift and energy of the people were manifest from the fact that notwithstanding the depression of the times and the scarcity of money, they were thus able to clear themselves from debt and make for themselves homes so comfortable. We must picture to ourselves the country as occupied by log houses and the people dressed in homespun, while their homes were furnished in the plainest style, without carpets, and the table provided with plain though wholesome food.  

    TWO  PICTURES.

    "'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view."

    We love to look at those early scenes. Each epoch has its attractions for us, whether memory or fancy pictures them to our mind. The year 1812 and the year 1837 present different views of the town to our vision, The first was the age of log houses. The forests were still covering the land. Roads were only paths broken through the wilderness. The harbor is a mere opening into the creek. Three little hamlets are scattered about at different points in the township, at either side of the river, and at its mouth. Log taverns are standing in these villages, and the blazing fireplace, with the whisky toddy and a rough, hearty welcome from the landlord, form attractions peculiar to the time. On the east side, about one mile from the lake, was a log tavern, kept by Gideon Leet. There is a farm on the bank of the river, belonging to Anan Harmon. Towards the lake, on the same side, there are two or three log houses and one or two frame barns. A log school-house has been built near the public square, and meetings are held there, On the west side is the house of Hall Smith, near where Mr. George Willard now lives. On the opposite side of the road is a frame store, -- the store of the place. Mr. Smith's farm is situated on both sides of Lake street, and extends as far as Division street and toward the lake beyond the present site of the Lake Shore railroad. A burying-ground has been given on the brow of the hill on the east side of Main street, opposite the intersection of Lake street, but was afterwards exchanged for a site in the rear of the present school buildings. On Lake street towards the depot is situated the Badger house, the same one which is now standing. The Fisk property is situated south of Division street, taking in nearly all of what constitutes the business portion of the place. West of the Fisk farm is property belonging to Matthew Hubbard. A road, which is now Main street, runs along the edge of the bluff, and underneath the bluff is a small grist-mill, This is situated a little south of the livery-stable. A road, also, which corresponds to Prospect street runs along the north ridge from Main street through Division. The remainder north was laid out years after. On this road are the farms of Nathan Strong, Jr., Jabez Strong, and Samuel Strong. There is at this time but one frame house on Bunker hill, that belonging to Matthew Hubbard. That built by Deacon Amos Fisk was standing on Main street nearly opposite the present Fisk house, and is the building, removed and altered, at present occupied by Paul Ford as a harness-shop. With the exception of these few there are no frame houses in the township. There is not a church building in the place, and scarcely a school-house. A log building has been erected upon Bunker hill, and Miss Lucy Badger is teaching the school. Other log school-houses situated in different localities in the midst of the woods. The only road to the harbor is also upon the east side. The land towards the west, in the neighborhood of where Centre street now is, was a dense swamp, so wet as to be almost impassable. From Prospect street to the depot the woods were thick and massive, mainly grown up to hemlocks. It was but a little hamlet and rudely constructed. On the bluffs certain men lived by hunting. Women go to church on horseback. Children sit on slab-benches at school, and the houses ape primitive. It is an era of log houses, maple-sugar, and homespun.

    We pass now over a period of twenty-five years. This brings us to the year 1837, another epoch in the history of the township. During this period great progress has been made in the country at large, and especially in the west. We now find that canals have been opened in different parts of the country. Navigation has increased both upon the Ohio river and the inland lakes. The harbors have been improved. Steamboats have been introduced, one built at this port. Sail vessels are traversing the lakes. Railroads have been projected. In this county a turnpike has been built. Ashtabula has become a point of considerable importance. It is even talked of as a prospective city. The railroad projected to the Ohio river is to be called the Liverpool road, and Ashtabula Harbor is to be called Manchester. Thus in the woods of Ohio we are to have a second Manchester and Liverpool. Speculation has run high all over the land. Immense debts have been accumulated. Great enterprises have failed. The balloon collapses. People come to solid ground again. They find that castles in the air are not substantial. 

    The picture of these times has been presented by those who are familiar with the scenes. It is no fancy sketch. However shadowy their anticipations were, memory presents the reality. Yet there are attractions about the place at this time. It has outgrown the age of log houses. It has come to the period of framed dwellings. Like the prehistoric races who had their stone age, bronze age, and iron age, the historic race has had its different periods. We are living now in the time of brick houses, have not reached the period of stone fronts or iron palaces, but we must remember that each period had its attractions. The framed houses that were built along the streets of Ashtabula village contain many happy homes. The village at this time consisted of Main street, Prospect street, Lake street, Division street, and the various roads that lead out of town. The North and South squares are laid out. The cemetery is in the rear of the present site of the school-houses. Prospect street is extended in a straight line to Lake street. The mill is in the same place. A turnpike passes through Main street, crosses the river by a bridge at the same place. There are stores scattered along Main street in different places. The Ashtabula House is fifty feet in the rear of the same place where it is now. The Fisk House is in existence. It was occupied by the family of Amos Fisk, and is a brick building, but has not been used as a hotel. There is a row of stores, one story high, corner of Main and Spring streets, called Mechanics' row. There are several stores on Main street between North and South park, and residences extend up Main street toward Bunker hill. The village is very small.

    The Fisk farm includes the central part of the village, and a portion of it has been run into lots and is called "Fisk's Flat." A swamp lies between Para street and the place where the Ashtabula, Youngstown and Pittsburgh depot is now situated. The old village of 1812 has now extended up the street two or three blocks. The dwellings are all small, most of them are one story, and are mainly scattered along one street. There is at this time a church building situated on the corner of the North square, about opposite the present site of the Baptist church. This is the first house of worship erected in the village. It was a Baptist church, built entirely through the benevolence of Amos Fisk. There was also a chapel belonging to the Methodist society standing on the bank of the river opposite the South park, This building is now standing on Main street, though unoccupied. The former building was moved across the street, and is now used as one of the school-houses.

    The Ashtabula academy is also standing; is on Main street at the corner of North park, and a school is taught in it by Mr. William F. Hubbard. This building was erected through the benevolence of a few individuals. It is the same building which is now used as the Firemen's hall and town-house, lately moved from the corner of Main street to a position in the rear. It was a long time used for schools, township meetings, religious assemblies, and Masonic meetings. Messrs. Hubbard, Booth, and Smith were the gentlemen who built

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    CONNEAUT  TOWNSHIP  AND  BOROUGH

    Ashtabula County is the northeast corner county of the State of Ohio, and Conneaut is the northeast corner township of Ashtabula County. It is bounded on the north by Lake Erie, on the south by the township of Monroe, on the east by a portion of the State of Pennsylvania, and on the west by the township of Kingsville and the lake. It is composed of township No. 13 of the first range (except an area of two miles in width from the southern portion thereof, which strip was cut off and annexed to the township of Monroe), and of No. 14 of the first range, being Conneaut gore. The township contains a surface of about twenty-five square miles. Its extreme northernmost point lies about sixty-eight statute miles from the base line of the Reserve on the south, and about two miles from the parallel of latitude 42 degrees 2 minutes, the Reserve's northern boundary line, the width of New Connecticut being sixty-two geographical miles, or a trifle more than seventy-one statute miles.

    The face of the land in this township is somewhat diversified, and the soil is well adapted to the growing of cereals, although a portion of it produces excellent grass. Conneaut creek and its tributaries, with numerous springs, furnish an excellent system of drainage.

    The Connecticut land company set aside Conneaut gore, designated by tracts one, two, and three, in township 14 of range 1, and containing five thousand seven hundred and ninety-two acres, as one of the equalizing tracts, and cut up into parcels and attached to inferior townships of land other gores for the purpose of making each of these latter equal to an average township. No. 13 of the first range was itself selected as one of these average townships, the whole number thus selected being eight. Uriel Holmes, Jr., Benjamin Talmage, Frederick Walcott, and Roger Skinner, became the proprietors of 13 -- 1, when the land company made partition in 1798, and Ezra Wadsworth and Lemuel Storrs of the greater portion of the gore. 

    The name Conneaut, it is said, was given to the beautiful stream that bears its name by a tribe of Seneca Indians, and signifies "river of many fish." The banks of this river had long been the favorite resort of not only the red man of the forest but of a prehistoric people, who, without doubt, dwelt here in the remote past. The number and character of the mounds and burying-places, the exhumation of bodies from their ancient cemeteries, disclosing the fact that their bones belonged to a race of larger size than any known Indian tribe, are proofs of the fact that here in this delightful locality there lived, in the unknown past, a numerous people, and different from any Indian tribes of which the white man possesses any knowledge. There is no other spot in the county, and probably but few others anywhere, that abounds in such striking proofs of the existence of a powerful and populous people. Its inviting character, the advantages which it possesses in many ways, were known to those rude children of the forest; and here along the banks of the "river of many fish" did they delight to live, and who can tell what happiness was theirs? In the woodlands was plenty of game; in the stream an abundance of fish; the rich alluvium of the lands in the valley yielded generously to their efforts of cultivation; the birds in the forests sang for them as sweetly as birds can sing to-day; the sun shone down upon them as warmly then as now; the clouds opened with as delightful showers; and the bosom of the peaceful lake was as gentle in the summer of those remote years as it is in these warm, quiet summer days of 1878.

    The ancient people disappeared, leaving no written record which might serve to enlighten us as to who they were, whence they came, and whither they have gone. Nevertheless they have left abundant proof in their burial-place, situated a little west of the site of the old brick church, and in the character of "Fort Hill" as it is called, located on the southeastern bank of the creek and opposite to the present village cemetery, that they did once exist, and that they were a numerous and powerful people. The ancient burying-grounds occupy an area of about four acres, and appeared to have been accurately surveyed into lots running from north to south, and when first seen presented the appearance of neat and orderly arrangement. When first discovered the spot "was covered with trees not distinguishable from the surrounding forest, except an opening near the centre, containing a single butternut. The graves were distinguished by slight depressions in the surface of the earth, disposed in straight rows, which, with intervening spaces or valleys, covered the entire area. The number of these graves has been estimated to be between two and three thousand. Aaron Wright, Esq., in 1800, made a careful examination of these depressions, and found them invariably to contain human bones blackened with time, which upon exposure to the air soon crumbled to dust. Some of these bones were of unusual
     




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    size, and evidently belonged to a race allied to giants. Skulls were taken from these mounds, the cavities of which were of sufficient capacity to admit the head of an ordinary man, and jaw-bones that might be fitted over the face with equal facility. The bones of the upper and lower extremities were of corresponding size."

    The imagination is pained in endeavoring to penetrate the mystery in which the history of this people is shrouded. That the multitude whose mortal remains people these receptacles of the dead once existed, that they were members of the human family, that they died and were buried, is incontrovertible; but what was their origin, what their language, what their habits, their religion, and their moral, political, and social condition, -- all this remains an insoluble mystery.

    INDIANS  OF  CONNEAUT.

    These ancient people were succeeded by various tribes of Indians. The first of these known to the white settlers were those inhabiting this region at the time of the arrival of white immigration in 1796-97, said to be a remnant of the Massasaugua tribe, dwelling on the present town site of the village of Conneaut, under a chief by the name of Macqua Medah, or "Bear's Oil." This warrior's village consisted, at that time, of some thirty or forty cabins, inhabited by as many separate families. They were a feeble people, unable to offer successful resistance to the encroachments of the whites, and very soon retired from their pleasant hunting grounds on the banks of the Conneaut. Their cabins were rude structures, about twelve or fifteen feet in height, formed of logs, with bark for roofs, but presented an appearance of neatness and comfort seldom observed among the Indians. Here was their council-house, and here their king's palace, which the settlers, with little respect for the dignity and sanctity with which they were undoubtedly associated in the minds of these red children of the woods, converted the one into a barn and the other into a poultry-house. When the Indians were about to abandon the country, their chieftain, in a very threatening manner, warned the whites against ever trespassing upon a certain spot of ground, declaring that if they did not respect his wishes he would return and scalp the inhabitants "as far as he could pole a canoe up the creek." This spot, so sacred to the Indian king and his people, contained the grave of his mother, and was designated by a square post some eight or ten feet high, painted red, and sunk into the ground, and stood on the margin of the creek, near where the present iron bridge now crosses the stream, east of the village. The lands between the post and the mouth of the creek were the "consecrated spot." The settlers paid little or no attention to this demand.

    The immediate cause of the expulsion of "Bear's Oil" and his tribe from Conneaut was a murder committed by one of his party of a white man whose name was Williams. This individual, about the year 1797-98, in traveling from Detroit to Presque Isle, or Erie, had sold an Indian a rifle, for which he agreed to trust him for a specified time, and receive his pay in peltries. After the delivery of the rifle, Bear's Oil, either from motives of friendship or from a desire to involve Williams in difficulty, told him that the Indian was bad, and that he would not get his pay. Thereupon Williams went to the Indian, demanded the return of his rifle, and compelled him to give it up. Incensed at this procedure; on Williams leaving the village, the Indian waylaid his path as he was passing down the beach and shot him, a few miles below the mouth of the Conneaut, and again possessed himself of the rifle. As soon as the circumstance was known to the commanding officer of the military post at Presque Isle, he sent to Bear's Oil, demanding the murderer. Bear's Oil, after some hesitation, agreed that if an officer and a suitable number as guard were sent forward to take charge of the prisoner, he would give him up. On the arrival of the guard, they were invited by Bear's Oil to remain until morning. The invitation was accepted, and when morning came they were gravely informed by the chief that they had deliberated upon the matter, and had decided not to yield up the murderer; at the same time making a show of his force, which consisted of thirty or forty braves, armed and painted in a warlike manner. The guard, unable to contend with so large a force, retired to their bateau, which had been left at the head of the deadwater, and descended the creek, not, however, without apprehension of a salute from the Indians' rifles as they passed some of the close thickets which covered the shore. No interruption of the kind, however, occurred, and they returned with all possible expedition to Presque Isle.

    Upon the receipt of the intelligence the troops at the garrison, with as many volunteers as could be suddenly collected, were embarked in boats, with orders to proceed to Conneaut, secure the murderer, and to inflict such chastisement upon the whole party as the nature of the case demanded. But arrived at the anticipated scene of action they found the village deserted. The enemy had fled and left them nothing upon which to expend their valor. No war-cry greeted their ears. Old Macqua Medah understood the nature of the call that was likely to be made upon him, and had launched his canoes and paddled them up the lake as far as Sandusky.  

    Thus disappeared, never again to return, Bear's Oil and his people. It is said that he located on the Wabash.

    The ruins of a more ancient village, said to have belonged to a remnant of a tribe of Seneca Indians, were yet remaining at the time the first settlers arrived. This village was located on the east bank of the creek, near the Harmon farm. There were evidences of the ground having been cultivated, and an apple-tree was found here in a thrifty condition. They probably lived here as late as the time of the treaty of Greenville, in 1794. They had been engaged in the Indian war so disastrous to the white settlers, when General Harmon, in 1790, and Governor St. Clair, in 1791, led the armies of the Ohio settlers against the red men and were sorely defeated. At St. Clair's defeat on the Miami, November 4, 1791, two young men were taken prisoners by this band of Indians and were brought to this locality. They were without doubt the first white men that looked upon this region, and were captives for a number of years. The name of one of these individuals was Edmund Fitz Jeralds, but that of the other cannot be ascertained. They were among the number that survived the slaughter on the Miami, when the Americans were defeated by the savages with the loss of more than six hundred of the militia. They were at first a part of a large company of prisoners, but as the different tribes marched homeward and began to separate, each clan, as its share of booty, took a number of the prisoners, and Fitz Jeralds and his companion became the spoil of this Seneca tribe, and thus were brought to the banks of the Conneaut. Their arrival was celebrated by the customary practices adopted by the Indians upon like occasions. The prisoners were made to run the gauntlet, to receive the requisite number of kicks and blows, and to listen to the taunts and jeers of their captors. The moment of supreme solicitude, however, arrived when the braves assembled in solemn council to decide what should be done with the prisoners. Would the sentence be death? and if so, would it be death from the tomahawk, or death from the rifle, or death at the stake? It was a moment of fearful suspense. Soon the decision was announced. One was to die, the other to be spared. Fitz Jeralds was the fortunate one. His companion was doomed to die. The youthful Indian warriors must needs be taught the art of torturing an enemy. They must be instructed in the character of that fierce cruelty necessary to be employed in dealing with a foe whom they hated. Fitz Jerald's companion was sentenced to be burned. A red-oak tree was selected, and certain significant signs rudely carved upon it, so that ever afterwards it should be a living witness to the young warriors of the scene of cruelty about to be enacted. There appeared upon the bark of the tree the figure of a tomahawk, and that of a scalp. To this tree the young man was firmly bound. A large quantity of hickory bark was collected, tied up in fagots, and placed around him. The young man's distress was beyond all expression; that of Fitz Jeralds was from sympathy nearly as great, and yet he dared not speak or he too might become a victim to their cruelty. Would nothing happen to release the young man from the fate awaiting him? Would no one plead for him, or even beseech them to shoot him instead of burning him to death? Yes. There appears upon the scene a young maiden squaw whose heart was stricken with sympathy and grief, and, like Pocahontas, she earnestly plead for the life of the young victim. Her entreaties were heeded, and Fitz Jeralds' companion was rescued from a frightful death.

    The young man became a favorite with the Indians, and soon was intrusted with important matters of business, and was employed as their agent in trafficking with the whites. In the course of a few years he was sent to Detroit with a quantity of furs to be exchanged for needed supplies, and improved the opportunity to make good his escape. He returned to Conneaut in the year 1800, and himself related the circumstances herein given, and pointed out the very tree to which he had been bound, whereon were plainly to be seen the significant signs the Indians had cut upon it. 

    Fitz Jeralds remained in captivity. He assisted in cultivating the soil with a wooden hoe, and in guarding the fields of maize from destruction by animals. How long he remained with the Indians is not known; but after the whites arrived he became a citizen of this county and resided here many years.

    THE  FIRST  RESIDENT  A  HERMIT.

    An individual by the name of Halsted was found residing here at the time the surveyors arrived in 1796, and from his own statement had then lived here upwards of three or four years. He therefore came here shortly after the arrival of the two Indian captives, Fitz Jeralds and his companion. He was discovered by the surveying party who, in running the meridian lines from the base of the Western Reserve to the lake-shore, were guided to his retreat by the sound of his axe. His cabin was situated in East Conneaut, on the farm known as the Baldwin farm, about one-fourth mile from the State line, and one mile to the south of the Ridge road. A strange life did this man lead, and some strange influence had brought him hither. He showed little inclination to be interrogated,
     




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    and but little information could be obtained from him. He stated that he was a native of the Old Bay State, and had lived here a number of years, subsisting by hunting and fishing, and by cultivating a few vegetables on a patch he had cleared around his hut. But of the particulars of his own history, and of the motives that had induced him to undergo this voluntary banishment from home, kindred, and friends, and to make the deep forest, infested with wild animals and wandering bands of Indians, his chosen abode, he refused to furnish any account. Perhaps he had become disgusted with the inconstancy of human friendship; perhaps he was a criminal who had escaped from the legal consequences of his guilt; perhaps it was "unrequited love" such were the explanations which conjecture could furnish, but the lips of the man himself refused to open. He manifested evident displeasure at the presence of the surveyors, whom he recognized as the advance-guard of a multitude of followers who were destined to people the land. He had supposed he had found a retreat secure from the approach of the white man, and fully intended, without doubt, to spend here the remainder of his days solitary and alone. He had girdled or deadened the timber on a few acres adjoining his cabin with the evident design of making a permanent improvement; but now he abandoned the undertaking, and quitting his cabin he disappeared from the country to seek for some more congenial locality.

    THE  ARRIVAL  OF  THE  SURVEYORS.

    The next event of importance in the history of the township is the arrival of the party of surveyors on the banks of the Conneaut, July 4, 1796. An account of this occurrence will be found in another department of this work, and hence we make but a casual allusion to it here.

    At Buffalo the party halted for the purpose of holding a conference with the Indians, remnants of tribes belonging to the once great and powerful Iroquois nation, who, notwithstanding the treaty of Greenville, by which the western band had surrendered all claim to the territory, still maintained that this tract of right belonged to them. An interview for the purpose, if possible, of conciliating them was therefore held, the leader of the expedition, who acted as agent for the party, being dressed in scarlet broadcloth, for the purpose of enhancing his consequence and producing on the minds of the Indians an imposing effect. Brant, an Indian warrior and chief of one of the tribes, insisted that he and his people had claims upon the land in question, and that it would be unsafe to enter upon them until those claims had been satisfied, insisting that the western tribes had no right to sign away the inheritance of his people. Fearing to dispute the point, the agent assured him that his claims should have the recognition, they deserved, and thus, with the distribution of a few presents, were the Indians conciliated.

    When the party arrived at Conneaut they pitched their tents on the east side of the creek in a beautiful grove of young maples and other forest-trees which occupied the space between the high bank and the water's edge, a spot well remembered by the early settlers, but which has long since disappeared by reason of the encroachments of the lake. Upon this same spot, and on ground since covered by the waters of Lake Erie, they afterwards erected a substantial log building, about thirty-five feet in length by twenty in width, designed as a residence, and as a depository for their stores. It is said to have been fitted up with a reasonable attention to convenience, having a well-shingled roof, and the floors, partitions, doors, etc., made from boards sawed out by a whip-saw. This was the first building, with the exception of the hermit's little cabin, a rude structure, erected by the white man upon the soil of the Western Reserve. The surveyors, after thus arranging for their comfort during their stay in this locality, proceeded to the southern boundary of the Reserve and began their labors. 

    THE  FIRST  FAMILY  THAT  PASSED  THE  WINTER  ON  THE  RESERVE.

    James Kingsbury, afterwards known as Judge Kingsbury, arrived at the mouth of Conneaut creek shortly after the surveyors had come; and as the surveyors, in the prosecution of their work, receded further and farther to the westward, they soon abandoned the building they had erected on Conneaut creek as a place of rendezvous, and removed their stores to the mouth of Cuyahoga river, where they thenceforward made their headquarters. The commodious building thus abandoned became the dwelling-place of Mr. Kingsbury and his family, who continued to occupy it through the severe winter months that followed. As this was in the year 1796-97, it is thought that Mr. Kingsbury's family was the first that passed this winter on the soil of New Connecticut. In relation to the sufferings of this family, we make the following quotation from the well-written narrative of Harvey Nettleton, Esq., to whom we are indebted for many of the facts given in this history:

    "The story of the sufferings of this family during that severe winter has often been told; but by those who are in the midst of plenty, and to whom want has never been known, it is with difficulty appreciated.

    "Circumstances rendering it necessary during the fall for Mr.-Kingsbury to make a journey to the State of New York, he left his family in expectation of a speedy return, but in his absence was prostrated with a severe attack of sickness that confined him to his bed until the setting in of winter. As soon as he was able he began to return, and proceeded as far as to Buffalo, where he obtained an Indian guide to conduct him through the wilderness. At Presque Isle, anticipating the wants of his family, he purchased twenty pounds of flour, and continued his journey. In crossing Elk creek on the ice he disabled his horse, left him in the snow, and placing the flour upon his own back, pursued his way, filled with gloomy forebodings as to the condition of his little family. On his arrival, late in the evening, his worst apprehensions were more than realized in the agonizing scene that met his eyes. Stretched upon the cot lay the partner of his cares, who had followed him through all the dangers and hardships of the wilderness without repining, pale and emaciated, reduced by fierce famine to the last stages in which life can be sustained, and near the mother, on a little pallet, were the remains of his youngest child, born in his absence, and who had just expired from the want of that nourishment which the mother, herself deprived of sustenance, could not supply. Shut up by a gloomy wilderness, far distant from the aid and sympathy of friends, filled with anxiety for an absent husband, suffering with want, destitute of necessary assistance, she was compelled to behold two children expire around her, powerless to help them. Such is the picture presented, truthful in every respect, for the contemplation of the wives and daughters of to-day, who have no adequate conception of the hardships endured by the pioneers of this beautiful country of ours.

    "It appears that Judge Kingsbury, in order to supply the wants of his family, was under the necessity of transporting his provisions from the mouth of the Cuyahoga on a hand-sled, and that he and his hired man drew a barrel of beef the whole distance at a single load."

    Mr. Kingsbury became prominently connected with t