TRUMBULL COUNTY
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TRUMBULL
COUNTY was formed in 1800, and comprised within its original limits the
whole
of the Connecticut Western Reserve.
This
is a well cultivated and wealthy county.
The surface is mostly level and the soil loamy or sandy. In the northern part is
excellent coal. The
principal products are wheat, corn, oats,
grass, wool, butter, cheese and potatoes.
Area about 650 square
miles. In 1887 the acres cultivated
were 117,169; in pasture, 150,722; woodland, 57,927; lying waste,
2,033;
produced in wheat, 169,681 bushels; rye, 1,772; buckwheat, 5,950; oats,
656,908; barley, 1,017; corn, 142,617; meadow hay, 42,730 tons; clover
hay,
7,693; flax, 298,046 lbs. fibre;
potatoes, 147,697
bushels; tobacco, 200 lbs.; butter, 1,114,672; cheese, 1,974,098;
sorghum, 349
gallons; maple sugar, 93,028 lbs.; honey, 10,501; eggs, 457, 815 dozen;
grapes,
15,185 lbs.; wine, 9 gallons; apples, 264,292 bushels; peaches, 15,707;
pears,
2,361; wool, 275,638 lbs.; milch
cows owned,
14,554. Ohio Mining
Statistics,
1888.—Coal mined, 157,826 tons, employing 520 miners and 80
outside employees;
iron ore, 11,622 tons. School census, 1888, 12,811; teachers, 435. Miles of railroad track,
248.
Township
And Census |
1840 |
1880 |
|
Township
and Census |
1840 |
1880 |
Bazetta, |
1,035 |
1,400 |
|
Johnson, |
889 |
790 |
Bloomfield, |
554 |
835 |
|
Kinsman, |
954 |
1,224 |
Braceville, |
880 |
1,019 |
|
Liberty, |
1,225 |
4,058 |
Bristol, |
802 |
1,162 |
|
Lordstown, |
1,167 |
805 |
Brookfield, |
1,301 |
2,559 |
|
Mecca, |
685 |
950 |
Champion, |
541 |
866 |
|
Mesopotamia, |
832 |
742 |
Farmington, |
1,162 |
1,152 |
|
Newton, |
1,456 |
1,358 |
Fowler, |
931 |
851 |
|
Southington, |
857 |
916 |
Greene, |
647 |
863 |
|
Vernon, |
788 |
1,018 |
Gustavus, |
1,195 |
936 |
|
Vienna, |
969 |
1,994 |
Hartford, |
1,121 |
1,382 |
|
Warrren, |
1,996 |
5,553 |
Howland, |
1,035 |
762 |
|
Wethersfield, |
1,447 |
6,583 |
Hubbard, |
1,242 |
5,102 |
|
|
|
|
Population of Trumbull in 1840, 25,700; 1860, 30,636; 1880, 44,880; of whom 28,459 were born in Ohio; 4,627, Pennsylvania; 1,127, New York; 158, Virginia; 88, Indiana; 46, Kentucky; 4,569, England and Wales; 1,665, Ireland; 894, German Empire; 296, British America; 182, France; and 29, Sweden and Norway. Census, 1890, 42,373.
On
the 10th of July, 1800, Governor ST. CLAIR
proclaimed that all the
territory included in Jefferson county, lying north of the forty-first
degree,
north latitude, and all that part of Wayne county included in the
Connecticut
Western Reserve, should constitute a new county, to be known by the
name of
Trumbull, and that the seat of justice should be at Warren. It will be seen that the
county thus
constituted was coextensive with the Reserve or the New Connecticut of
five
years before.
THE TRUMBULL FAMILY.
No better name than Trumbull could have been selected for this Western Connecticut. The name is imperishably stamped on almost every phase of the history of the parent State, and represents distinguished achievement in statesmanship, law, art, divinity and literature. While the name for the county was undoubtedly chosen as a compliment to the staunch soldier and statesman who was at that time governor of Connecticut, three others of the name and kin were
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at the time distinguishing their
State. BENJAMIN
TRUMBULL, a divine of reputation,
had just published a history of the Connecticut colony, which has
obtained a
permanent place in our historical literature.
JOHN TRUMBULL was distinguished as a lawyer and judge, as
well as a
poet. His poem,
“McFingal,”
passed through thirty editions. It
is in
Hudibrastic verse.
Two or three of its couplets have passed into permanent
use as proverbs,
which have been wrongly credited to Samuel BUTLER, author of “Hudibras:”
“No
man e’er felt
the halter draw,
With
good opinion of the law;”
And
“But
optics sharp it needs, I ween,
To see
what is not to be seen.”
Another
was Col. JOHN TRUMBULL, the painter, whose career was just beginning
when the
name was conferred upon New Connecticut.
Having served with credit as aide-de-camp to Gen.
WASHINGTON, and having
spent considerable time in England under the celebrated painter, WEST,
he made
himself known as an artist by the production of “The Battle
of Bunker Hill” in
1796. His most
important works are the
pictures in the rotunda of the capitol in Washington, which every
visitor stops
to admire. His
brother was Governor
Jonathan TRUMBULL, Jr., in whose special honor the county was named.
Jonathan
TRUMBULL, Jr., was born at Lebanon, Conn., in 1740.
He served during the Revolution as paymaster,
and afterwards as aide-de-camp to General Washington.
He was elected to the first Congress after
the adoption of the Federal Constitution, and in 1791 was chosen
Speaker of
that body. In 1795
the Connecticut
Legislature elected him to the United States Senate, where he
distinguished
himself as a Federalist and supporter of Washington’s
administration. In
1798 he was elected Governor of his State,
an office which he held until his death in 1809.
If there is anything in a name to direct aspiration
or give inspiration, it would have been difficult to find a more
significant
gift for a political division of territory.
There are few names in American history possessing an
equal range of
meaning.
The
first Governor TRUMBULL of Connecticut, Jonathan TRUMBULL, Sr., was the
only
governor under both the Crown and the Republic.
He was born in Lebanon, Conn., Oct. 12, 1710, and died
there August 17,
1785. His ancestor
came from England
about 1639, and settled in Rowley, Mass., having three sons. His father, Joseph, was a
merchant and
farmer. Jonathan
was graduated at
Harvard in 1727, studied theology, and was licensed to preach, but in
1731
resigned the ministry to take the place of an elder brother in his
father’s
store. He afterward
adopted the
profession of law; was a member of the assembly in 1733 and its speaker
in
1739; became an assistant in 1740 and was re-elected to that office
twenty-two
times. He was
subsequently judge of the
county court, assistant judge of the superior court, and in 1766-9
chief
justice of that body. He
was
deputy-governor in 1767-8, and governor from 1769 till 1783, when he
resigned. When
under the crown in 1765,
he refused to take the oath of office that was required of all
officials to
support the provisions of the stamp act.
BANCROFT
says of him, in this period of his career (1767): “He was the
model of the
virtues of a rural magistrate; profoundly religious, grave in manner,
discriminating in judgment, fixed in his principles.” His opinion was formed
that if “methods
tending to violence should be taken to maintain the dependence of the
colonies,
it would hasten separation; that the connection with England could be
preserved
by gentle and insensible methods rather than by power and
force.” But
on the declaration of war he threw his
whole influence on the patriot side; co-operated with vigor in securing
the
independence of the colonies, and was the only colonial governor that
espoused
the people’s cause.
When
WASHINGTON wrote him of the weakness of his army in August, 1776,
TRUMBULL convened his council of safety, and, although he had already sent out five Connecticut regiments, he called for nine more, and to those who were not enrolled in any train-band, said: “Join yourselves to one of the companies now ordered to New York, or form yourselves into distinct companies, and choose captains forthwith. March on; this shall be your warrant. May the God of the armies of Israel be your leader.” At these words the farmers, although their harvests were but half gathered, rose in arms, forming nine regiments, each of 350 men, and, self-equipped, marched to New York just in time to meet the advance of the British. In 1781, when Washington appealed to the governors of the New England States to “complete their Continental battalions,” TRUMBULL cheered him with the words, that he “should obtain all that he needed.” He was the chosen friend and counsellor of Washington throughout the Revolution, who, says Jared SPARKS, “relied on him as one of his main pillars of support, and often consulted him in emergencies.” The epithet, “BROTHER JONATHAN,” now applied as a personification of the United States, is supposed to owe its origin to Washington’s habit of addressing Gov. TRUMBULL, and to the phrase that he often used when perplexed, “Let us hear what Brother Jonathan says.”
In 1783, he extolled Washington’s last address in a letter to him dated the tenth of June, as exhibiting the foundation principles of an indissoluble union of the States under one federal head. In the next autumn, when he retired from public life after fifty years’ service, he set forth to the Legislature of Connecticut “that the grant to the Federal Constitution of powers clearly defined, ascertained, and understood, and sufficient for the great purposes of the Union, could alone lead from the danger of anarchy to national happiness and glory.” Washington wrote of him as “the first of patriots, in his social duties yielding to none.” The Marquis de Chastellux, the traveller, who saw him when he was seventy years of age, describes him as “possessing all the simplicity in his dress, all the importance, and even all the pendantry, becoming the great magistrate of a small republic.” Yale gave him the degree of LL.D. in 1779, and the University of Edinburg the same in 1787.
The TRUMBULL family illustrate its intellectuality in living characters as Hon. LYMAN TRUMBULL, the friend of LINCOLN, and senator from Illinois in the war era; JAMES HAMMOND TRUMBULL, LL.D., Hartford, philologist, historian, bibliographer, the only man living who can read Elliott’s Indian Bible in the original; his brother, HENRY CLAY TRUMBULL, D.D., editor of Sunday School Times, Philadelphia, author, traveller and lecturer, etc.; GORDON TRUMBULL, New London, artist and ornethologist, etc.
Previous to the settlement of this county, and indeed before the survey of the eastern part of the Western Reserve in 1796, salt was manufactured by the whites, at what is frequently spoken of as the “old salt works,” which were situated, we are informed, in what is now the township of Wethersfield, on or near the Mahoning. They were known to the whites as early as 1755, and are indicated on Evans’ map published that year. Augustus PORTER, Esq., who had charge of the first surveying party of the Reserve, thus alludes to these works in the Barr MSS., in connection with the history of his survey.
These
works were said to have been established and occupied by Gen. PARSONS,
of
Connecticut, by permission of the governor of that State. At this place we found a
small piece of open
ground, say two or three acres, and a plank vat of sixteen or eighteen
feet
square, and four or five feet deep, set in the ground, which was full
of water,
and kettles for boiling salt; the number we could not ascertain, but
the vat
seemed to be full of them. An
Indian and
a squaw were boiling water for salt, but from appearances, with poor
success.
Amzi
ATWATER, Esq., now (1846) of Portage county,
who was one of the first surveying party of the
Reserve, in a communication to us, says:
It
was understood that Gen. PARSONS had some kind of a grant from the
State of
Connecticut, and came on there and commenced making salt, and was
drowned on
his return to Beaver Falls. On
the first
map made of the Reserve by Mr. Seth PEASE, in 1789, a tract was marked
off and
designated as “the salt spring tract.” I
have understood that the heirs of Gen. PARSONS advanced some
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claims to that tract, but I believe
without success. At
an early part of the settlement,
considerable exertions were made by Reuben HARMON, Esq., to establish
salt
works at that place, but the water was too weak to make it profitable.
We annex some facts connected with the settlement of Warren and vicinity, from the narrative of Cornelius FEATHER, in the MSS. of the Ashtabula Historical Society.
The
plat of Warren in September, 1800, contained but two log cabins, one of
which
was occupied by Capt. Ephraim QUINBY, who was proprietor of the town
and
afterwards judge of the court. He
built
his cabin in 1799. The
other was
occupied by Wm. FENTON, who built his in 1798.
On the 27th of this month,
Cornelius FEATHER and Davison
FENTON arrived from Washington county,
Pa. At this time,
QUINBY’S cabin consisted of
three apartments, a kitchen, bed-room and jail, although but one
prisoner was
ever confined in it, viz:
Perger
SHEHIGH, for threatening the life of Judge YOUNG, of Youngstown.
The
whole settlements of whites within and about the settlement of Warren, consisted of sixteen
settlers, viz:
Henry and John LANE, Benj. DAVISON, Esq., Meshack
CASE, Capt. John ADGATE, Capt. John LEAVITT, William CROOKS and Phineas LEFFINGWELL, Henry LANE,
Jr., Charles DAILY, Edward
JONES, George LOVELESS and Wm. TUCKER who had been a spy five years
under Capt.
BRADY.
At
this time, rattlesnakes abounded in some places.
And there was one adventure with them worth
recording, which took place in Braceville
township.
A
Mr. OVIATT was informed that a considerable number of huge rattlesnakes
were
scattered over a certain tract of wilderness.
The old man asked whether there was a ledge of rocks in
the vicinity,
which way the declivity inclined, and if any spring issued out of the
ledge. Being
answered in the
affirmative, the old man rejoined, “we
will go about
the last of May and have some sport.”
Accordingly they proceeded through the woods well armed
with
cudgels. Arrived at
the battleground,
they cautiously ascended the hill, step by step, in a solid column. Suddenly the enemy gave
the alarm, and the
men found themselves completely surrounded by hosts of rattlesnakes of enourmous size, and a huge
squadron of black snakes. No
time was lost. At
the signal of the rattling of the snakes,
the action commenced, and hot and furious was the fight. In short, the snakes beat
a retreat up the
hill, our men cudgelling
with all their might. When
arrived at the top of the ledge, they
found the ground and rocks in places almost covered with snakes
retreating into
their dens. Afterwards
the slain were
collected into heaps, and found to among to 486, a good portion of
which were
larger than a man’s leg below the calf, and over five feet in
length.
The
news of this den of venomous serpents being spread, it was agreed that
the
narrator and two more young men in Warren, and three in Braceville,
should make war upon it until the snakes should be principally
destroyed, which
was actually accomplished.
One
circumstance I should relate in regard to snake-hunting. Having procured an
instrument like a very
long chisel, with a handle eight or night feet long, I proceeded to the
ledge
alone, placed myself on the body of a butternut tree, lying slanting
over a
broad crevice in the rocks, seven or eight feet deep, the bottom of
which was
literally covered with the yellow and black serpents.
I held my weapon poised in my right hand,
ready to give the deadly blow, my left hold of a small branch to keep
my
balance, when both my feet slipped, and I came within a
hairs’ breadth of
plunging headlong in to the den. Nothing
but the small limb saved me from a most terrible death, as I cold not
have
gotten out, had there been no snakes, the rocks on all sides being
perpendicular. It
was a merciful and
providential escape.
In August, 1800,
a serious affair occurred
with the Indians, which spread a gloom over the peaceful prospects of
the new
and scattered settlements of the whites, the history of which we derive
from
the above-mentioned source.
Joseph
M’MAHON, who lived near the Indian settlement at the Salt
Springs, and whose
family had suffered considerable abuse at different times from the
Indians in
his absence, was at work with one Richard STORY, on an old Indian
plantation,
near Warren. On
Friday of this week,
during his absence, the Indians coming down the creek to have a drunken
folic,
called in at M’MAHON’S and abused the family, and
finally CAPT. GEORGE, their
chief, struck one of the children a severe blow with the tomahawk, and
the
Indians threatened to kill the whole family.
Mrs. M’MAHON, although terribly alarmed, was
unable to get word to her husband
before noon the next day.
M’MAHON
and STORY at first resolved to go immediately to the Indian camp and
kill the
whole tribe, but on a little reflection, they desisted from this rash
purpose,
and concluded to go to Warren, and consult with Capt. Ephraim QUINBY,
as he was
a mild, judicious man.
By
the advice of QUINBY, all the persons capable of bearing arms were
mustered on
Sunday morning, consisting of fourteen men
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and two boys, under the command of
Lieut. John LANE, who
proceeded towards the Indian camp, determined to make war or peace as
circumstances dictated.
When
within half a mile of the camp, QUINBY proposed a halt, and as he was
well
acquainted with most of the Indians, they having dealt frequently at
his
tavern, it was resolved that he should proceed alone to the camp, and
inquire
into the cause of their outrageous conduct, and ascertain whether they
were for
peace or war. QUINBY
started alone,
leaving the rest behind, and giving direction to LANE that if he did
not return
in half an hour, he might expect that the savages had killed him, and
that he
should then march his company and engage in battle.
QUINBY not returning at the appointed time,
they marched rapidly to the camp.
On
emerging from the woods they discovered QUINBY in close conversation
with
CAPTAIN GEORGE. He
informed his party
that they had threatened to kill McMAHON
and his
family, and STORY and his family, for it seems the latter had inflicted
chastisement on the Indians for stealing his liquor, particularly on
one
ugly-looking, ill-tempered fellow, named SPOTTED JOHN, from having his
face
spotted all over with hair moles.
CAPT.
GEORGE had also declared,
if the whites had come down
the Indians were ready to fight them.
The
whites marched directly up to the camp, McMAHON
first
and STORY next to him. The
chief, CAPT.
GEORGE, snatched his tomahawk, which was sticking in a tree, and
flourishing it
in the air, walked up to McMAHON,
saying, “If you kill me, I will lie
here—if I kill
you, you shall lie there!” and then ordered his men
to prime and tree! Instantly, as the tomahawk
was about to give
the deadly blow, McMAHON
sprang back, raised his gun
already cocked, pulled the trigger, and CAPT. GEORGE fell dead. STORY took for his mark
the ugly savage,
SPOTTED JOHN, who was at that moment
placing his
family behind a tree, and shot him dead, the same ball passing through
his
squaw’s neck, and the shoulders of his oldest papooes,
a girl of about thirteen.
Hereupon
the Indians fled with horrid yells; the whites hotly pursued for some
distance,
firing as fast as possible, yet without effect, while the women and
children
screamed and screeched piteously.
The
party then gave up the pursuit, returned and buried the dead Indians,
and proceeded
to Warren to consult for their safety.
It
being ascertained that the Indians had taken the route to Sandusky,
on Monday morning James HILLMAN was sent through the wilderness to
overtake and
treat with them. He
came up with them on
Wednesday, and cautiously advanced, they being at first suspicious of
him. But making
known his mission, he offered them
first $100, then $200, and so on, to $500, if they would treat with him
on just
terms, return to their homes and bury the hatchet.
But to all his overtures they answered, “No!
No! No! we will go to
Sandusky and hold a council with
the chiefs there.” HILLMAN
replied, “You
will hold a council there, light the war torch, rally all the warriors
throughout the forests, and with savage barbarity, come and attempt a
general
massacre of all your friends, the whites, throughout the Northwest
Territory.” They
rejoined, “that
they would lay the case before the council, and within
fourteen days four or five of their number should return with
instructions, on
what terms peace could be restored.”
For
a more full and
perfectly reliable statement of
HILLMAN’S agency in this affair, see his memoir in Mahoning
county.
HILLMAN
returned, and all the white settlers from Youngstown and the
surrounding settlements,
garrisoned at QUINBY’S house in Warren, constructed
port-holes through the logs
and kept guard night and day.
On
the fourth or fifth day after the people garrisoned, a circumstance
struck them
with terror. John
LANE went out into the
woods a little distance, one cloudy day, and missing his way gave some
alarm. In the
evening, a man’s voice
known to be his, was heard several times, and in the same direction
twelve or
fourteen successive reports of a gun.
It
was judged that the Indians had returned, caught LANE, confined him and
compelled him to halloo, with threats of death if he did not, under the
hope of
enticing the whites into an ambush, and massacreeing
them.
In
the morning, as these noises continued, Wm. CROOKS, a resolute man,
went out
cautiously to the spot whence they proceeded, and found that LANE had
dislocated his ankle in making a misstep, and could not get into the
fort
without assistance.
The
little party continued to keep guard until the fourteenth day, when
exactly,
according to contract, four or five Indians returned with proposals of
peace,
which were, that McMAHON
and STORY should be taken to
Sandusky, tried by Indian laws, and, if guilty, punished by them. This they were told could
not be done, as McMAHON
was already a prisoner under the laws of the
whites, in the jail at Pittsburg, and STORY had fled out of the country.
McMAHON was
brought to Youngstown and tried with prudence,
Gen. ST. CLAIR chief judge. The
only
testimony that could be received of all those present at the tragedy
was a boy
who took no part in the affair, who stood close by CAPT. GEORGE when he
said,
“If you kill me, I’ll lie here; if I kill you, you
will lie there.” A
young married woman, who had been a
prisoner among the Indians, was brought to testify, as she understood
the
language. She affirmed
that the words signified, that if McMAHON
should kill
CAPT. GEORGE, the Indians should not seek restitution; nor should the
whites,
if McMAHON were killed. In regard to the death of
SPOTTED JOHN, the
Indians finally claimed nothing, as he was an ugly fellow, belonging to
no
tribe whatever.
The
Indians again took up their old abode, re-buried the bodies of their
slain down
the
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river two or three miles, drove
down a stake at the
head of each grave, hung a new pair of buckskin breeches on each stake,
saying
and expecting that “at the end of thirty days they would
rise, go to the North
Sea, and hunt and kill the white bear.” An old pious Indian said,
“No! they will
not rise at the end of thirty days.
When God comes at the last day, and calls all the world to rise and come to
judgment, then they will
rise.”
The
Indians nightly carried good supplies of cooked venison to the graves,
which
were evidently devoured. A
white
settler’s old slut, with a litter of six or eight pups,
nightly visited the
savory meats, as they throve most wonderfully during the thirty days.
The Hon. Joshua R. GIDDINGS, in a note to the above, says:
McMAHON
served afterwards in the war of 1812, and in the
Northwestern army under Gen. HARRISON.
In the battle with the Indians on the Peninsula, north of
Sandusky bay,
on the 29th of September of that year, he was
wounded in the
side. After his
recovery, he was
discharged in November and started for home.
He left Camp Avery, in Huron county,
and took
the path to the old Portage. Being
alone
and happening to meet a party of Indians, he fell
a
victim to their hostility.
The Rev. Joseph BADGER, the first missionary on the Reserve, resided for eight years at Gustavus, in this county. He was born at Wilbraham, Mass., in 1757. He served as a soldier in the Revolutionary war, graduated at Yale College in 1785, in 1787 was ordained as a minister over a church in Blandford, Mass., where he remained for fourteen years.
In
1800 such an opportunity for usefulness offered as he had long wished
for. The missionary
societies of the Eastern
States had for many years been desirous of sending missionaries to the
Indians
which then dwelt in the northern portion of Ohio.
At
their instance, Mr. BADGER made a visit to this country during that
year, and
was so well satisfied with his residence among the Wyandots
and other tribes would afford, that he returned after his family, and
since
that time his labors have been principally divided between the Western
Reserve,
and the country bordering on the Sandusky and Maumee rivers. Among his papers the
writer finds
certificates of his appointment to the several missionary stations on
the
Reserve and at Lower Sandusky, as also commissions of the
postmaster’s appointment,
for the several places where he has from time to time resided. Mr. B.’s labors
among the scattered inhabitants on the Reserve and the Indians were
arduous and
interesting. Many
incidents common to
frontier life are recorded in his journals.
His duties as a missionary were all faithfully discharged,
and he saw
this portion of the West grow up under his own eye and teaching.
In
1812 he was appointed chaplain to the army by Gov. MEIGS. He was at Fort Meigs
during the siege of 1813, and through the war was attached to Gen. HARRISON’s command.
He removed from Trumbull county
in 1835 to
Plain township, Wood county.
Mr.
BADGER was man of energy, perseverance and fine intellectual endowments. His naturally strong and
brilliant mind
retained all its power until within the last three years of his life. He was a faithful and
devoted Christian. He
ardently loved his fellow-men—his God he
loved supremely. Few
men have ever lived
who have given such an unequivocal proof of Christian meekness and
submission—few whose labors have more highly adorned the
great and responsible
profession of the ministry. Full
of
years and of honors, and possessing the paternal affection of a people,
who
have been long accustomed to regard him as a father, he has at length
gone to
his final account. He
died in 1846, aged
89.
The following miscellaneous collection of incidents and events of pioneer life in the Mahoning valley are derived from “Historical Collections of the Mahoning Valley,” published by the Mahoning Valley Historical Society:
O’MICK.
O’MICK,
an account of whose execution for murder is given in Cuyahoga County,
belonged
to a party of Indians who in 1800 encamped on the bottom lands in
Kinsman township. They were a
source of much annoyance to the settlers, who were somewhat in fear of
them,
although they were generally disposed to be friendly.
Old O’MICK, their chief, was a Chippewa, and
of surly disposition. It
was his delight
to frighten the whites by unexpectedly entering their cabins. His son, called
“Devil Poc-con,”
on returning from a visit to Washington, appeared in a military suit,
and
thereafter was nicknamed “Tom Jefferson” by the
white settlers. Afterward,
he, with two other Indians, coming
upon two hunters, BUEL and GIBBS, at Pipe creek, killed them while
asleep. It was
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for this crime that he was hanged at
Cleveland. The name
O’MICK did not properly belong to
him but to his father.
EARLY COMMERCIAL ENTERPRISE.
The
first supply of merchandise was brought to Warren in June, 1801, in
which year
Jas. E. CALDWELL and an assistant poled a canoe up the Mahoning about
once in
two weeks. When
they approached a
settlement they blew a horn, and the settlers who wanted anything came
down to
the river to purchase.
In
the fall of 1801, or early in 1802, George LOVELESS opened a small shop
on the
east side of Main street,
a few rods north of South
street. About the
same time Robt. ERWIN, “who was a handsome but a
sad scamp,” so says an old lady, was set up in business by
his uncle, Boyle
ERWIN.
FIRST MAIL TO THE RESERVE.
The
following extract from a letter of Gen. Simon PERKINS gives some
interesting
items concerning the first mail route to the Western Reserve:
“The
mail first came to Warren, October 30, 1801, via Canfield and
Youngstown. Gen.
WADSWORTH was appointed postmaster at
Canfield, Judge PEASE at Youngstown, and myself
at
Warren. A Mr.
FRITHY, of Jefferson,
Ashtabula County, was contractor on the route, which came and
terminated at
Warren, the terminus for two or four years before it went on to
Cleveland. Eleazar GILSON, of
Canfield, was the first mail carrier, and made a trip once in two
weeks; but I
do not recollect the compensation.
This
was the first mail to the Reserve.
Two
years afterward, I think it was, that the mail was extended to Detroit,
and it
may have been four years. The
route was
from Warren, via Deerfield, Racenna,
Hudson, etc., to
Cleveland, and then along the old Indian trail to Sandusky, Maumee,
River
Raisin, to Detroit, returning from Cleveland, via Painesville, Harpersfield, and Jefferson to
Warren. The trip
was performed from Pittsburg to
Warren in about two days. The
distance
was eight-six miles.”
SQUIRE BROWN AND THE SLAVE-HUNTERS.
One
afternoon in September, 1823, a negro
and his wife
with two children passed through Bloomfield on their way toward
Ashtabula. At
nearly dark of the same day, three dusty,
way-worn travellers
rode up to the tavern and
announced themselves as slave-hunters.
They were much fatigued and easily persuaded by the
landlord to remain
over night. It was
soon noised abroad
that the slave-hunters were in town and much excitement prevailed. Squire BROWN got out his
wagon, and a party of men were
sent out to warn and secrete the slaves,
who were found at a house near Rome, Ashtabula County, and temporarily
secreted
in a barn.
In
the meanwhile, the Virginia slave-hunters were sleeping off the effects
of
their hard journey. A
singular torpor
seemed to come over every one about that tavern on that night, so that
it was
late in the morning before any one was aroused; the breakfast was
delayed, the
key of the stable lock could not be found, and when at last the stable
was
opened, the Virginian horses were each found to have cast a shoe. A blacksmith shop was
visited, but the smith
was absent, and when at last hunted up, he had no nails, must make new
shoes;
the fire was out, so that when the horses were finally shod it was well
toward
noon. The
Virginians finally got started
on their journey, but not until beset by the most remarkable series of
mishaps
and delays that ever occurred to impatient tavellers.
Some
time after their departure, Squire BROWN’S wagon drove into
town with the negro
family. They
were led into the dense woods, where under the direction of Squire
BROWN, a
temporary hut had been erected for their accommodation.
Here they were concealed, and food carried to
them by night, until the excitement passed by.
Three
days later, the slave-hunters rode up to the tavern on their homeward
journey. They found
a warrant, issued by
Squire KIMBLE awaiting their attention.
Their offense was that of running the toll-gate on the
turnpike a little
north of Warren. On
passing the gate
they had supposed that the objects of their pursuit had taken the State
road
toward Painesville, and therefore paid the half toll necessary to go by
that
route; whereas, if they has represented that they were coming to
Bloomfield,
they would have been required to pay full toll.
On application to Mr. HARRIS for horse-feed, they were
told that no slave-hunter’s
horses could again stand in his stable under any consideration. They then hitched their
horses to the
signpost, and proceeded with the constable to Squire KIMBLE’s,
where they were fined five dollars each and costs.
On their return they found the tails and
manes of their steeds wanting as to “hair,” and a
notice pinned to one of the
saddles, which read something as follows:
“Slave-hunters, beware!
For
sincerely
we swear
That
if again
here
You
ever
appear,
We’ll
give you
the coat of a Tory to wear.”
This
latter episode was greatly deplored by those who took the most active
part in
the rescue. After
the departure of the
slave-hunters, the negroes
remained for some time, the
father working for Squire BROWN.
Eventually they were placed aboard a Canada bound vessel,
their fares paid,
and they reached their destination without molestation.
AN INTELLIGENT DOG.
Bloomfield
Township was purchased in
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1814 by Ephraim BROWN of
Westmoreland, New Hampshire,
and Thomas HOWE of Williamstown, Vermont, of Peter Chardon BROOKES of
Boston,
the proprietor of large tracts in this part of the Reserve. They engaged S. J. ENSIGN
to survey it, and
in the winter of 1814-15, Lemon FERRY, wife, two sons and four
daughters moved
into the township. This
was the first
family. In the
spring of 1815, Willard
CROWELL, Israel PROCTOR, Samuel EASTMAN, and David COMSTOCK, came on
foot from
Vermont. “By
special request, HOWE
allowed his favorite dog Argus to accompany these men.
Very much to their chagrin, the dog was
missed somewhere in New York, and did not again join them.
“Several
months after, HOWE drove through, and, on stopping at a wayside inn to
rest his
horse, was much surprised to find Argus, who manifested his delight in
all the
ways within his power. Mr.
HOWE remarked
to the landlord that he was glad to find his dog.
The landlord insisted, as landlords will,
that he had raised the dog from a puppy.
HOWE thought it would be easy to test the matter of
ownership, and
pointing to his cutter, told the dog to take care of it. He then told the
astonished inn-keeper that
if he could take anything from the cutter the dog was his; otherwise
not. The landlord
endeavored by coaxing and
threatening to obtain possession of a robe or whip, but in vain. Argus, rejoiced at finding
his old master,
immediately resumed a grateful service to him.
When HOWE was ready to start, he told his host that he
should not call
off his dog, but Argus was only too glad to follow, and in the new
county was a
general favorite, and became famous as a deer hunter.”
INDIAN RELIGIOUS FESTIVAL.
A
few Indians still remained in the Mahoning Valley up to the time of the
war of
1812. They seemed
like outlaws, who feel
that their country owes them a living, and it is theirs to obtain it as
best
they can. Still
they were never quarrelsome,
though in looks they were frightfully savage.
A
band of Indians and John OMICK, their sachem had until the year 1810,
encamped
on the west bank of the Pymatuning
creek, and were
supposed to be a remnant of the Chippewa tribe.
Their totem, or family
designation, was the venomous black rattlesnake, called the Massasauga.
But they were peaceable, disturbing no man’s
property or person.
“Burning
the White Dog was their annual religious festival, and to this they
always
invited white men to come. The
sacrifice
was offered each year in a certain spot in the northeast part of the
township,
and the country was hunted over to find a dog purely white for the
offering. A pole
was supported at either
end by forked sticks set firmly in the ground; beneath it were placed
wood and kindlings for
the fire.
The dog was carefully bound with thongs, passed over the
pole in such a
way that the victim could be raised or lowered at will.
Whiskey and food were provided, and as the
dusky band assembled their weapons were stacked and a guard placed over
them,
so that no one in a moment of excitement should seize a weapon for
retaliation
or destruction. The
fire was kindled and
as a circle of these swarthy worshippers danced slowly around the
altar,
mingling their wailing songs with the beating of rude drums, the victim
was
lowered into the flames, then raised at intervals, and thus tortured
until life
was extinct.
Attempts,
it is said, were made to Christianize them; but at last, very many
having
fallen victims to the small-pox, they thought the Great Spirit frowned
upon
them for staying here, so the survivors moved westward in 1810.
HOG
STORIES.
In
the spring of 1806 or 1807, David BROWNLEE settled in Coitsville;
he hailed from Washington county,
Pa. In emigrating
he brought with him a sow and a
half a dozen pigs, five or six months old.
They all seemed satisfied with their new Buckeye home,
regardless of
dangers from the prowling wolf, the bear, the panther, and the other
wild
beasts, plenty in our forests in those days, and lovers of pork, and
indulged
in it at every opportunity. These
swine
were in their stye
every evening, and regularly at
their troughs at feeding times, and things for a time went on very
pleasantly
with the porker family. Anticipation
ran
high with Mr. BROWNLEE in prospect of the good and profitable things
coming in
the shape of ham, shoulders, flitch, spare ribs, sausages, etc. Now one evening in early
summer the pig-sty
was empty; none of its occupants put in an appearance.
Not much solicitude was felt about their
absence for a few days, then a dilligent
search was
made for their whereabouts, but they could not be found and were given
up for
lost.
After
a time, Mr. BROWNLEE went back to Washington county
to
harvest his wheat that he had left growing.
To his great surprise he found all his swine, with an
addition of eight
or ten pigs to the family, not one missing.
When Mr. BROWNLEE was ready to return to his home he
gathered his herd
of swine, notified them of his purpose, and started them on their way. None making any detirmined
opposition, they passed on before him until they came to the river,
where they
took to the water cheerfully and landed safely on the other side and
took the
direct road to Coitsville,
nor ceased their efforts
at all seasonable hours until they reached their Coitsville
home and rested again within the sty, and fed from the trough which
they had
clandestinely deserted a few months before.
Another Case.—When
Mr. David STEWART
emigrated to Coitsville
he brought his hogs with
him. When they came
to the Ohio river they
drove the hogs, with other stock, on to the
ferry-boat, and pushed off into the stream.
One hog jumped from the boat
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when near the middle of the river and
swam back to the
shore. They did not
attempt to recover
the hog, and when they landed drove on.
On the second evening after they crossed the river, Mr.
STEWART put up for
the night at Amos LOVELAND’S in Coitsville,
and put
the hogs in an enclosure by the wayside.
Next morning the missing hog was lying on the outside of
the fence which
enclosed its mates, composed as if nothing remarkable had happened. It must have recognized
that it was lost from
its companions, swam the river, took the cold track of the herd, and
followed
on persistently, tired and hungry, until it overtook them."
THE DEAN RAFTS.
In
December, 1804, an elderly gentleman came to this region representing
that he
wished to contract for squared white-oak timber and staves to be used
for ship-building, and
the staves to be taken to the Madeira
Islands for wine casks. He
was referred
to Isaac POWERS and Amos LOVELAND, men that could furnish what he
wanted. He called
upon them and made a bargain, which
they had to go to Poland to have written.
The contract was drawn at the house of Jonathan FOWLER,
and written
either by him or Terhand
KIRTLAND. The sizes
and lengths of the timbers were all
specified. It was
all large timber. The
contract for the timber was made with Isaac
POWERS, and the staves with Amos LOVELAND.
Mr. DEAN was evidently a man that understood his business,
and capable
of driving a sharp bargain, as he succeeded in getting Mr. POWERS into
a
contract entirely in his own favor.
Mr.
POWERS, although being a good mechanic in timber, never had the
experience of
the cost of furnishing timber of such sizes and weight, and
consequently got
but little to pay the scant wages due his workmen and for his own time
and
labor. He, however,
furnished the
timbers as called for by the contract.
Mr. LOVELAND'S part of the bargain will be understood by
giving it in
the words of his daughter, Mrs. Elizabeth M'FARLAND, who is now living
(1876)
in Coitsville Township,
and is eighty-five years of
age. She says:
“My
recollection of the DEAN rafts is that they were three in number, and
were got
up about the year 1803 or 1804. They
were composed of square timbers hewed out, and of large, air-tight
casks. My father,
Amos LOVELAND, furnished all the
timber for the casks, and helped to take it out.
He also furnished the trees standing in the
woods from which the square timber was made.
He was not under contract for building the casks, or for
any other part
of the labor of constructing. He,
however,
had the contract to furnish the staves dressed.
The staves were got out and dressed and finished, and then
set up for
the wine casks, and afterwards knocked down, that is, taken apart, and
the
staves destined for each cask punched or bundled, each bundle being
secured by
a small hoop at each end. John
MOORE,
father of Wm. O. MOORE, of the Sarah J. STEWART tragedy, James WALKER, ____
HOLMES, with the help of my father, were the coopers who split them out
(the
staves) in the summer, set them up and built the casks in the fall and
winter. The casks
were intended to buoy
up the rafts. We
furnished the boarding
and lodging and shop for these coopers.
We were often hard put to furnish the table with the
necessary substantials
of life.
For meat we often had game, namely, wild turkey, venison,
and
occasionally bear meat.
“Mr.
POWERS took out all the squared timber and built the rafts. It took about one year to
get them
completed. They
were successfully
launched in the Mahoning River in Coitsville
Township, at the south end of the present Lawrence Railroad Bridge, at
the
spring flood in 1806. The
river was
swollen to its highest water-mark, and most of the inhabitants of the
surrounding neighborhood were there to see them off.
An old gentleman, Mr. DEAN, contracted for
the building and launching of them.
He
was not here often, but his nephew, James DEAN, bossed the job. He, James, fell out of a
canoe between this
and Beaver Falls. He,
with two men, were
travelling in the canoe. The
two others went ashore to sleep, leaving
Mr. DEAN in the canoe to watch their trunks and outfit.
The next morning he was found at the bottom
of the river, wrapped in his blanket, dead.
The rafts went to pieces on the falls of Beaver on account
of
insufficient depth of water to float them over.
“The
timbers of the rafts were lost, but most of the staves were gathered,
loaded in
flat boats, and taken to New Orleans.
These rafts were about one hundred feet in length, and
about twenty-five
feet wide. The
casks for buoys or floats
were made air-tight, and frame or yokes were made, in which they were
confined. Upon this
frame or yoke the
raft timbers were placed. The
casks were
about four feet in diameter and six feet in length, and made of very
heavy
staves and well bound with hoops.
The
exact number to each raft is not known, but we are led to believe that
it was
twenty-four. They
were framed in the
timbers in pairs, to move endways on the water.
On the top of the rafts were piled the staves.
“Jonathan
FOWLER, the first settler of Poland Township, was drowned at that time
at
Hardscrabble in the Beaver River.
He was
accompanying the party that was running the rafts.
While passing the rapids at that place, the
canoe in which he was riding struck a rock and upset, and he was lost. The others that were in
the canoe at that
time were rescued.
“At
the time these rafts were got out, and until after they were gone and
lost,
there were no suspicions but they were intended to be used for
legitimate
purposes. It,
however, afterward was
rumored that DEAN was a Confederate or in the employ of Aaron BURR, and
it was
supposed and believed by
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many that they were intended to be used
by him in his
treasonable purposes against the Government.
Nothing, however, positive was ever known to the people of
this country
as to their intended destination.”
THE EMIGRATION OF 1817-1818 TO NEW CONNECTICUT.
For some years just prior to the war of 1812, and also during the war, the emigration to Ohio was slight. This primarily was caused by the unhappy condition of the people on the seaboard, consequent upon the embargo and other non-intercourse acts of the general government, which brought on a stagnation in trade and great pecuniary distress. The people could not sell their farms, had they been so disposed, and thereby raise the means to venture into a wilderness, nor did they have much inclination, in view of the demonstrations from the Indians, which eventually culminated in open war.
A few years after the close of the war there came a great revival of emigration, which is thus well told by Goodrich in his “Peter Parley’s Recollections of a Lifetime:”
I
must now ask your attention to several topics having no connection,
except
unity of time and place: the cold seasons of 1816 and 1817, and the
consequent
flood of emigration from New England to the West; the political
revolution in
Connecticut, which was wrought in the magic name of Toleration, and one
or two
items of my personal experience.
The
summer of 1816 was probably the coldest that has been known here in
this
century. In New
England—from Connecticut
to Maine—there were severe frosts in every month. The crop of Indian corn
was almost entirely
cut off; of potatoes, hay, oats, etc., there was not probably more than
half
the usual supply. The
means of averting
the effects of such a calamity—now afforded by railroads,
steam navigation,
canals, and other facilities of inter-communication—did not
then exist. The
following winter was severe, and the
ensuing spring backward. At
this time I
made a journey into New Hampshire, passing along the Connecticut river, in the region of Hanover. It was then June, and the
hills were almost
as barren as in November. I
saw a man at
Orford who had been
forty miles for a half bushel of
Indian corn and paid two dollars for it!
Along
the seaboard it was not difficult to obtain a supply of food, save only
that
every article was dear. In
the interior
it was otherwise; the cattle died for want of fodder, and many of the
inhabitants came near perishing from starvation.
The desolating effects of the war still
lingered over the country, and at last a kind of despair seized upon
some of
the people. In the
pressure of
adversity, many persons lost their judgment, and thousands feared or
felt that
New England was destined, henceforth, to become a part of the frigid zone.
At the
same time, Ohio—with its rich soil, its mild climate, its
inviting prairies—was opened fully upon the alarmed and
anxious vision. As
was natural under the circumstances, a
sort of stampede took place from the cold, desolate, worn-out New
England, to
this land of promise.
I
remember very well the tide of emigration through Connecticut, on its
way to
the West, during the summer of 1817.
Some persons went in covered wagons—frequently a
family consisting of
father, mother and nine small children, with one at the
breast—some on foot and
some crowded together under the cover, with kettles, gridirons, feather
beds,
crockery and the family Bible, Watts’ Psalms and Hymns, and
Webster’s Spelling
Book—the lares
and penates
of the household. Others
started in ox-carts,
and trudged on at the rate of ten miles a day.
In several instances I saw families on foot—the
father and boys taking
turns in dragging along an improvised hand-wagon, loaded with the wreck
of the
household goods—occasionally giving the baby and mother a
ride. Many of these
persons were in a state of
poverty, and begged their way as they went.
Some died before they reached the expected Canaan; many
perished after
their arrival from fatigue and privation; and others from the fever and
ague,
which was then certain to attack the new settlers.
It
was, I think, in 1818 that I published a small tract entitled
“T’other
side of Ohio,” that is, the other view, in contrast
to the popular notion that it was the paradise of the world. It was written by Dr.
HAND—a talented young
physician of Berlin—who had made a visit to the West about
these days. It
consisted mainly of vivid but painful
pictures of the accidents and incidents attending this wholesale
migration. The
roads over the Alleghenies, between Philadelphia
and Pittsburg, were then rude, steep and dangerous, and some of the
more
precipitous slopes were consequently strewn with the carcasses of
wagons,
horses, carts, oxen, which had made shipwreck in their perilous
descents. The
scenes on the road—of families gathered
at night in miserable sheds, called taverns; mothers frying, children
crying,
fathers swearing—were a mingled comedy and tragedy of errors. Even when they arrived in
their new homes,
along the banks of the Muskingum or Scioto, frequently the whole
family—father,
mother, children—speedily exchanged the fresh complexion and
elastic step of
their first abodes for the sunken cheek
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and languid movement which marks the
victim of
intermittent fever.
The
instances of homesickness described by this vivid sketcher were
touching. Not even
the captive Israelites, who hung
their harps upon the willows along the banks of the Euphrates, wept
more bitter
tears, or looked back with more longing to their native homes, than did
these
exiles from New England; mourning the land they had left, with its
roads,
schools, meeting-houses; its hope, health and happiness!
Two
incidents related by the traveller
I must mention,
though I do it from recollection, as I have not a copy of the work. He was one day riding in
the woods, apart
from the settlements, when he met a youth, some eighteen years of age,
in a
hunting-frock, and with a fowling-piece in his hand.
The two fell into conversation.
“Where
are you from?” said the youth at last.
“From
Connecticut,” was the reply.
“That
is near the old Bay State?”
“Yes.”
“And
you have been there?”
“To
Massachusetts!
Yes; many a time.”
“Let
me take your hand, stranger. My
mother
was from the Bay State, and brought me here when I was an infant. I have heard her speak of
it. Oh, it must be
a lovely land! I
wish I could see a meeting-house and a
school-house, for she is always talking about them.
And the sea, the sea! Oh, if I could see
that! Did you ever
see it,
stranger?"
“Yes;
often.”
“What!
The real salt sea; the ocean, with the
ships upon it?”
“Yes.”
“Well,”
said the youth, scarcely able to suppress his emotion, “if I
could see the old
Bay State and the ocean, I should be willing then to die!”
In
another instance the traveller
met, somewhere in the
valley of the Scioto, a man from Hartford, by the name of BULL. He was a severe Democrat,
and feeling sorely
oppressed with the idea that he was no better off in Connecticut under
Federalism than the Hebrews in Egypt, joined the throng and migrated to
Ohio. He was a man
of substance, but his
wealth was of little avail in a new country, where all the comforts and
luxuries of civilization were unknown.
“When
I left Connecticut,” said he, “I was wretched from
thinking of the sins of
Federalism. After I
had got across Byram river, which divides that
State from New York, I knelt down and thanked the Lord, for that he had
brought
me and mine out of such a priest-ridden land.
But I've been well punished, and I’m now
preparing to return. When
I again cross Byram
river, I shall thank God
that he has permitted me to
get back again!”
Mr.
BULL did return, and what he hardly anticipated had taken place in his
absence;
the Federal dynasty had passed away, and Democracy was reigning in its
stead! This was
effected by a union of
all the dissenting sects—Episcopalians, Methodist,
Baptists—co-operating with
the Democrats to overthrow the old and established order of things.
The intense bitterness existing in those early days between men of different politics and religious faiths seems in these later times to have been childish, when we reflect that all parties and all sects have an honest and patriotic and precisely the same ends in view. It was a difference in belief as to the means to that end. Among the outgrowths of the feeling of the early days was a comical pasquinade by Theodore DWIGHT, later Secretary of the Hartford Convention, in ridicule of a Jeffersonian festival, held at New Haven early in the century. It was repeated and sang all over the country by the Federalists, greatly to the irritation of the Democrats. But when years later the Democrats got into power, they repeated it in their own meetings with great gusto. We annex the first two stanzas:
Ye tribes of
Faction, join— Your daughters
and your wives— Moil
Cary’s come to town, To
dance with Deacon Ives. Ye
ragged throng
Of Democrats,
As thick as rats, Come,
join the song. |
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“Old
Deacon Bishop stands, With
well-befrizzled wig, File-leader of
the bands, To
open with a jig :
With parrot toe,
The poor old man
Tries all he can
To make it go.”
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What Mr. GOODRICH, in the narrative copied, means by the expression “established order of things,” needs explanation to some of our young readers. Connecticut then had no State constitution other than the old Colonial charter granted by Charles II. Rhode Island also lived under the charter from Charles II., until the “Dorr Rebellion” of 1842 led to the adoption of a State constitution on more liberal principles. Under the code of laws in Connecticut estab-
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EMIGRATING TO NEW CONNECTICUT, 1817-1818
From an engraving in Peter
Parley’s Recollections.
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lished on the basis of the meagre charter of the king, the Congregational church assumed especial privileges. Every person was taxed to support it unless they should declare their adhesion to some other persuasion. And all were taxed to support Yale College, a religious seminary governed by the Congregational clergy. Practically the State’s government was a theocracy, a union of church and State. In 1818 the Federalists were overthrown and a State constitution adopted. The conflict, while impending, occasioned great distress among the Congregational clergy and their members. If the people were not compelled by law to support the institutions of religion, they felt religion would perish from the earth.
Lyman BEECHER, in his reminiscences, gives vent to his distressful emotions on the occasion of the success of what was termed the “Toleration Party.” Years later, Lyman BEECHER rejoiced with exceeding great joy on witnessing the success of the voluntary system in its support of the institutions of religion. He felt that freedom in religion was of God. At the time of the success of the Toleration party there was not a Catholic church in the State, and when, from the influx of foreigners about 1834, they began to erect Catholic churches largely over the country, many looked on with horror, apprehensive of the reign of the Pope and the eventual advent of the Spanish Inquisition. Early in the century “Fox's Book of Martyrs” and other similar lugubrious books had been largely circulated in the rural regions at the east by perambulating book-vendors going from house to house. Lyman BEECHER, on coming to Ohio, although he had survived the Toleration scare, found a fresh one in his fear of Catholic supremacy, and thundered and lightened. But he lived to modify his opinions when he saw that Catholic priests never ran away from a pestilence and the Sisters of Charity were unceasing in ministering to the sick and dying. The soul of goodness is in all Christian faiths, and the spirit of patriotism prevails in the hearts of the people, irrespective of politics.
Warren in 1846.—Warren, the county seat, is on the Mahoning river and Ohio and Penn. Canal, 161 miles northeast of Columbus and 77 from Pittsburgh. It is a well-built and very pleasant town, through which beautifully winds the Mahoning. In the centre is a handsome public square, on which stands the court-house. In June, 1846, this village was visited by a destructive fire, which destroyed a large number of buildings facing one side of the public square, since built up with beautiful stores. Warren was laid out in 1801, by Ephraim QUINBY, Esq., and named from Moses WARREN, of Lyme. The town plat is one mile square, with streets crossing at right angles. Warren contains 1 Presbyterian, 1 Episcopal, 1 Baptist, 1 Methodist and 1 Disciples’ church, about 20 mercantile stores, 3 newspaper printing offices, 2 flour mills, 1 bank, 1 woollen factory and a variety of mechanical establishments; in 1840, its population was 1,066; it is now estimated at 1,600. In a graveyard on the river’s bank lie the remains of the Hon. Zephania SWIFT, author of “Swift’s Digest,” and once chief-justice of the State of Connecticut. He died here September 27, 1823, at the age of 64 years, while on a visit to a son and daughter.—Old Edition.
WARREN, county-seat of Trumbull, on the Mahoning river, about 145 miles northeast of Columbus, 52 miles southeast of Cleveland, is the centre for a fine agricultural region famous for dairying. Its railroads are N. Y. P. & O., A. & P., P. P. & F., and Mahoning Branch of N. Y. P. & O.
County Officers, 1888: Auditor, William WALLACE; Clerk, Albert B. CAMP; Commissioners, Joel BUSHNELL, Henry H. PIERCE, Warren D. HALL; Coroner, William C. HUNT; Infirmary Directors, Frank C. VAN WYE, Job J. HOLLIDAY, William W. GRIFFITH; Probate Judge, David R. GILBERT; Prosecuting Attorney, Thomas H. GILLMER; Recorder, David J. WOODFORD; Sheriff, Andrew P. McKINLEY; Surveyor, Homer C. WHITE; Treasurer, Addison ROGERS. City Officers, 1888: John L. SMITH, Mayor; M. J. SLOAN, Solicitor; C. F. DICKEY, Engineer; Allen WALKER, Marshall; W. G. WATSON, Street Commissioner; E. H.
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GOODALE, Sealer. Newspapers: Chronicle, Republican, William RITEZEL & Co., editors and publishers; Taxpayers’ Guardian, Independent, J. S. WRIGHTNOUR, editor; Tribune, Republican, W. H. SMILEY, editor and publisher; Western Reserve Democrat, Democrat, R. W. PADEN, editor; Church at Home, Evangelistic, E. B. WAKEFIELD, editor and publisher. Churches: 1 Methodist Episcopal, 1 African Methodist Episcopal, 1 German Lutheran, 1 Disciples, 1 Catholic, 1 Presbyterian, 1 Baptist. Banks: First National, H. B. PERKINS, president, J. H. McCOMBS, cashier; Second National, C. A. HARRINGTON, president, R. W. RATLIFF, cashier; Western Reserve National, Albert WHEELER, president, O. L. WALCOTT, cashier.
Manufactures and Employees.—W. PACKARD & Co., planing mill, 30; R. BARTHOLOMEW, building, 4; George T. TOWNSEND, furniture, 12; Trumbull Milling Co., flour, etc., 5; The Warren Paint Co., paints, 23; DRENNEN & Son, carriages, etc., 8; GRISWOLD Linseed Oil Co., linseed oil, etc., 20; SPANGENBERG, PENDLETON & Co., machinery, 15; REED’s Planing Mill, planing mill, etc., 3; Warren Evaporator Works, sugar evaporators, 6; Warren Stave Works, staves, heading, etc., 45; S. F. BARTLETT, carriages, etc., 12; James REED & Son, stoves, 10; G. H. REED & Son, machinery, 6; Warren Tube Co., iron and steel tubes, 161; The WINFIELD Manufacturing Co., tinware, 86; Ætna Machine Co., machinery, 40; R. P. McCLELAND, woollen mills, 4; R. McBERTY, blinds and screens, 3.—State Report, 1887.
Population, 1880, 4,428. School census, 1888, 1,912. E. F. MOULTON, school superintendent. Capital invested in industrial establishments, $368,500. Value of annual product, $613,000.—Ohio Labor Statistics, 1887. Census, 1890, 5,973.
TRAVELLING NOTES.
On my arrival at Warren I found it was a day for the reunion of the 105th Ohio. This regiment was mainly made up of farmers from the counties of Lake, Ashtabula, Geanga, Trumbull, and some miners from Mahoning. At Perrysville it lost heavily, and it was on SHERMAN’s march to the sea. Judge Albert TOURGEE (see Vol. I., p. 280) was an officer of this regiment.
Naturally one warms towards these veterans. Going up to a group in the hotel I said to one of them: “Aren’t you glad you have got through your shooting?” “Humph,” he replied, “I am glad I have got through being shot at.” Then he showed me his mutilated, ruined arm, and told me he had been hit five times and laid long in hospitals.
On my tour I met many of the Grand Army veterans, and they are largely wrecks.
Many of these men who look well are in anguish from their war experiences. Comparatively few are in full physical vigor. The hardships and sufferings of years of campaigning have left a majority with broken constitutions. One I met in Bellaire, on the Ohio, had been in twenty-eight battles. He had been wounded four times. He was suffering from part of his windpipe having been shot away. Back of his neck was a wound that has been a running sore since 1864.
At Ripley, also on the Ohio, I arrived in the rain and dark, and was directed by a colored porter to a little tavern under the hill where there were three apparently old men. They were about the only persons I saw on the premises. They were old soldiers; one the landlord. All had been sufferers; one a complete wreck. Seeing me walking about with alacrity, the contrast with his own suffering condition aroused him, and he said in plaintive tones, “You move about springy and easy, and, as you say, you are seventy years old, just look at me; I am but forty-two years old, and yet I am to-day an older man than you. The war has ruined me, I’m in constant suffering, can scarcely move about—have no health nor strength—every moment I’m in misery.”
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Yet with any of these old soldiers, who volunteered because they loved their country, you cannot get one to say they regretted their experiences. So grand is this principle of patriotism, that suffering for it but increases devotion. I asked on who had half of his lower jaw shot away beside receiving other wounds:
“Do you regret your army experiences? If you could have foreseen them, would you have refrained from volunteering?”
“No,” he replied, with a twinkle of the eye; “lost jaw and all.”
In the many conflicts of the war, the narrow escapes from death often seemed a little less than marvellous. At Paulding, in the person of the landlord of the hotel where I tarried, was an old soldier, Mr. T. J. SALTZGABER. A piece of shell had gone coursing through his head just under his skull. He showed me the scar where it had entered and the scar where it had come out. The distance apart was six inches, by my measure, around the back of the neck. It entered one and a half inches behind the right ear, on a level with the ear entrance, took off a piece of the base of the skull, and passing between the “leaders” and spinal column, came out three inches below the lobe of the left ear and the same distance farther back. He handed me the missile. Its weight was three ounces. I laid it on my notebook and with a pencil outlined its thickness and its other dimensions. The diagrams annexed are fac-similes of the originals in size and form.
“This,” he said, “was fired into me by Wheeler’s artillery down in Alabama, October 25, 1864. After the war I met the artilleryman in Seguin, Texas, who fired the gun, and boarded at his hotel—a very clever fellow.”
The wounds which some of them received and survived were indeed alike marvellous. Col. Charles Whittlesey relates an instance in his “War Memories” in which an apparently mortal wound through his body saved a man’s life. We extract his statement, which is under the caption of “Experience of Col. Garis:”
Col.
C. Garis, of
Washington, Fayette county,
Ohio, was a captain in the 20th Ohio. Soon after the battle of
Shiloh Church he
resigned on account of a large abscess in the left lung, which, it was
presumed, would soon terminate his life.
When
the one hundred days’ regiments were organized, he was
appointed a colonel, and
sent to Kentucky. His
command was
stationed at Cynthiana, on the Licking river,
when the
place was attacked by Morgan with a large force.
J. R. STEWART, who had been a private in the
20th Ohio, and was then hospital steward, was
captured in the town
early in the day.
After
several hours’ fighting, Morgan set fire to the building
occupied by Col. Garis,
and sent STEWART to him with a demand to
surrender. On his
way back Morgan’s men
fired on STEWART, but Morgan told them he was a prisoner, and they
allowed him
to pass.
STEWART
was taken away by the Confederates, but about thirty miles out he
managed to
escape. Col. Garis
came out of the burning buildings and surrendered.
He
was fired upon at a few steps by five men, one shot passing through the
diseased lung. He
was left for dead, or
more bullets would have been put into his body.
What appeared to be entirely fatal wounds, proved to be a
savage remedy
for his lungs.
From
the bullet holes a large quantity of pus was discharged, and, although
not very
robust, Col. Garis is
still living, and a man of
active business (1884). Col.
Garis’
statement here follows:
“I
cheerfully contribute my mite to carry to posterity the noble deeds of
the men
I had the honour to
command.
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“You
use the proper term when you call our treatment at Cynthiana horrid
butchery. We fought
for two hours, with inferior arms
and a force ten to our one, from some buildings, which gave us some
advantage;
but the people, being nearly all rebels, set fire to the buildings,
which
compelled us to surrender or be roasted alive.
We chose the former, expecting to be treated as prisoners
of war; but to
the surprise of us all, as when I, at the head of my men, stepped out
of the
building, we were fired upon by five men, not more than ten or twelve
yards
from me, and I received every ball in my arm, side and shoulder, after
which
they ceased firing.
“While
weltering in my blood they tore my sword off from me, and robbed me of
my
watch. My horse had
been shot from under
me at the commencement of the battle.
My
saddles, pistols, trunk, and all we had shared the fate of my sword and
purse.”
Mr. WHITTLESEY gives also an instructive paragraph upon the last moments of the dying soldier. In speaking of the battle of Shiloh, where he was in command of the 20th Ohio, he says: “On such fields there are great mental activities and agonies that must not be overlooked. Before the stupor of death comes on, there are preternatural flashes of memory, illuminating the path of life.
“The spirit of the dying soldier returns to the home he has left. Actions and thoughts that occupied many years, reappear with a rapidity comparable to nothing better than electricity. Some are silent, only a few utter groans; others sigh and pray, only rarely there are curses.
“A later stage is that of delirium with chatter and laughter, as indescribable as it is horrible, because it is a premonition of the end. Many who anticipated death, that did not come, spoke of a spiritual elevation, such as a mind partially liberated from the body might experience.”
In
his time HORACE GREELEY, through the influence of his paper and his oft
personal visits in lecturing, was a great educational force on the
Reserve. His
discussions of new
questions seem to be especially adapted to the tastes of the active
minded
progressive people of New Connecticut.
His very oddities made him stand apart from other leaders
of men: as his
uncouth, careless attire, shambling, awkward gait, childlike simplicity
of
manner and speech. His
personal
presence, light pale eyes, complexion, and hair gave to him a sort of milkiness of aspect very
unusual, and when he was seen in
motion, wearing his old white coat and hat, he seemed, as he was, an
original
character who lived in his own philosophy and felt at peace with all
mankind.
I
got here in Warren an original anecdote that illustrates the Johnnie
APPLESEED
spirit of this original Horace. It
is
from the Warren editor, Mr. F. M. Ritezel. “When,’
said he, “Greeley was lecturing over
the line in Greencastle, Pa., I went thither and engaged him to come to
Warren
and give us a speech. I
met him there on
the street occupied eating a peach.
As
we walked along he continued eating and talking, and when he had
dispatched the
peach he threw the stone over into a field for its planting with the
remark,
‘There; somebody may have the good of
it.’”
This
anecdote of Mr. Ritezel
brought another from me. Stories
are fruitful of others, and this of
mine was about fruit; the subject was the same, Horace Greeley, only it
was not
about a peach, it was an apple that was concerned.
At the period of the Harrison campaign, Greeley,
from a raw country youth had quickly become a power in New York city, and, indeed, in the nation. My room-mate, near that
period, told me he
was walking on Nassau street when, just ahead of him, his attention was
arrested by the quaint person of Greeley, as usual shuffling along,
oblivious
to all surroundings, busy eating an apple.
Presently he paused on the edge of the pavement, threw his
weight on his
right leg, lifted the other and cast the apple-core as far behind as he
could,
and then, country boy like, looked behind to see what had become of it!
It
is probable that this eccentric performance, in a crowded street of the
great
metropolis, was unknown to the actor himself.
It was an automatic performance; his mind at the moment
absorbed in
thought upon some topic of public utility that was to appear as a
leader in his
next day’s issue.
In
spite of his eccentricities Greeley was a man who inspired respect from
his
force of intellect and high moral aims and his memory is held in honor,
though
in looking back upon his career in the light of our time we can see his
judgments were often erroneous—a great man in some
directions, but not a safe
guide in a time of peril to a nation.
Still everybody is glad that to help out our variety of
beneficent
characters that America has produced a Horace Greeley.
BIOGRAPHY.
SIMON PERKINS was born in Norwich, Conn., Sept. 17, 1771. His father was an officer in the Revolutionary army, and died in camp in 1778. The son removed to Os-
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wego, N. Y., in 1795, where for three
years he was
occupied with large land agencies.
In
the spring of 1798 he went to the Western Reserve, to explore and
report a plan
for the sale and settlement of the lands of “The Erie Land
Company.” He
entered Ohio July 4, and established
“PERKINS’ Camp” on Grand River.
Returning to Connecticut in October, he was given entire
control of the
lands of the company. For
several years
his summers were spent on the Reserve and the winters in Connecticut. March 18, 1804, he married
Nancy Ann Bishop,
of Lisbon, Conn., and with his wife settled the following July at
Warren. His
integrity and superior business judgment
and capacity were highly appreciated by land proprietors. So extensive were the
agencies entrusted to
him, that in 1815 the State land tax paid by him was one-seventh of the
entire
State revenue.
He
was the first postmaster on the Western Reserve.
IN 1807, at the request of Postmaster-General
GRANGER, he established a line of expresses through the Indian country
to
Detroit. His
efforts led to the
granting, in a treaty held at Brownstown in 1808, the right of way to
the
United States for a road from the Western Reserve to the Rapids of the
Maumee,
the Indians ceding lands a mile in width all the way on each side of
the road.
In
May, 1808, he was commissioned a brigadier-general of militia. In the war of 1812, on
learning of Hull’s
surrender, without waiting to hear from his superior officers, he
issued orders
to his colonels to prepare their regiments for active duty. To him was assigned the
duty of protecting
the Northwestern frontier. He
held his
position in the field until Gen. HARRISON had been reinforced by
regular troops
and the militia were withdrawn. Gen. HARRISON highly complimented his
zeal and
activity, and tendered him a colonelship in the regular army, which he
declined.
From
1826 to 1838, Gen. PERKINS was an active member of the “Board
of Canal Fund
Commissioners,” serving without bond or pecuniary reward,
issuing and selling
State bonds to the amount of $4,500,000.
November
24, 1813, he organized, and was president for twenty-three years of the
Western
Reserve Bank, conducting its affairs, during trying financial periods,
with
such wise judgment and management that “As good as a Western
Reserve bank bill”
became a common saying. He
died at Warren,
Nov. 19, 1844. LOSSING’s
“Field Book of the War of 1812” said of him:
“Among the remarkable men who
settled on the Western Reserve, Gen. Simon PERKINS ever held one of the
most
conspicuous places, and his influence in social and moral life is felt
in that
region to this day."
Of
his six sons and two daughters only two are now living—SIMON
PERKINS of Akron,
and HENRY B. PERKINS, of Warren. The
former removed to Akron in 1835, and took an active part in the affairs
of the
county. He
projected the Cleveland,
Zanesville and Cincinnati Railroad; was a partner of John BROWN, the
Abolitionist, in the wool business.
He
married a sister of Gov. TOD.
JACOB
PERKINS, next to the youngest son of Gen. PERKINS was a man of unusual
ability
and industry. He
was active in the
promotion of education; was president and principal factor in the
construction
of the Cleveland and Mahoning Railway, to which he devoted so much of
his
energies and strength that his health gave way, and he died at the
early age of
thirty-eight. A
short time before his
death he said to a friend, “If I die, you may inscribe on my
tombstone, ‘Died
of the Mahoning Valley Railroad.’”
HENRY
B. PERKINS, the youngest son of Gen. Simon PERKINS, occupies the old
“PERKINS
Homestead” at Warren. He
is a very
public-spirited man; has done much to promote the cause of education;
is a man
whose solid weight of character and moral influence has made a strong
impression upon his fellow-men.
In
1878 he served on a commission to re-establish the boundary line
between Ohio
and Pennsylvania. In
1879, and again in
1881, he was elected to the Ohio Senate, and has occupied other
important
public offices; but in every instance the office has sought the citizen. A sketch of JOSEPH
PERKINS, another son of
Gen. Simon PERKINS, is given in Cuyahoga County.
JACOB DOLSON COX was born in Montreal, Canada, October 27, 1828. His parents were natives of the United States, and had but a temporary residence in Canada. The following year his parents removed to New York. In 1846 he entered Oberlin College, graduating in 1851, and in 1852 removed to Warren as Superintendent of the High School, which position he held for three years; in the meanwhile he studied law; was admitted to the bar, and began practice in 1854.
In 1859 he was elected to the Legislature, where, not only on account of his record but also his marriage in 1849 to the daughter of President Finney, of Oberlin College, he was regarded as one of the “radical” leaders of the Senate. Col. WHITTLESEY, in his “War Memoranda,” says: “Gen. GARFIELD represented the Portage county district in the upper house at the same time. They were very young men for those positions, but filled them so ably that they were acknowledged to be the leaders. Personally they were intimate friends; quite like college chums. Both were prominent as moralists and professors of religion, but of dif-
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ferent sects. Both were close students and persuasive speakers. While they were firm in their convictions against negro slavery, they were not offensive nor disposed to treat their opponents with disrespect. Undoubtedly they agreed with Gov. CHASE in regarding the rebellion as a fortunate opportunity for the legal extirpation of slavery.”
Gen. COX assisted in the organization of the State militia, and was commissioned by President LINCOLN a brigadier-general of United States Volunteers. With the assistance of Gen. ROSECRANS he laid out Camp Dennison, and was in command there until July 6, 1861, when he was assigned to the command of the “Brigade of the Kanawha” in Western Virginia. He drove out the Confederates under Gen. WISE, taking and repairing Gauley and other bridges which had been destroyed. He held this position; engaged in a succession of skirmishes until August, 1862, when he was assigned to the Army of Virginia under Gen. POPE. He served in the Ninth Corps at the battle of South Mountain, and when Gen. RENO fell, succeeded to the command, and in this and the subsequent battle of Antietam, the troops under his command so distinguished themselves that he was commissioned major-general. On April 16, 1863, Gen. COX was placed in command of the district of Ohio, also a division of the Twenty-third Army Corps. He served in the Atlanta campaign, and under Gen. THOMAS in the campaigns of Franklin and Nashville. March 14, 1865, he fought the battle of Kingston, N. C., and then united his force with Gen. SHERMAN’S army.
He resigned from the army, after the close of the war, to accept the office of Governor of Ohio, and was inaugurated January 15, 1866.
In the controversy between President JOHNSON and Congress, he espoused the cause of the President.
From March, 1869, till December 1870, he was Secretary of the Interior under President GRANT, but resigned on account of disagreement with certain measures of the administration.
Returning to Cincinnati, he resumed his legal practice.
In 1873 he was elected President of the Toledo, Wabash and Western Railroad; removed temporarily to Toledo, where, in 1876, he was elected to Congress. Subsequently he resumed his law practice at Cincinnati, where he now resides. He has been honored by the degree of LL.D. from the University of North Carolina and Dennison University, Ohio. In person he is tall, graceful and well-proportioned; his manners are unassuming, pleasing and courteous.
Col. WHITTLESEY says: “The prolonged service of Gen. COX in one grade is too well known to require repetition. His promotion was once determined on and reported to the Senate, but withdrawn. His rank among the brigadiers, however, gave him the command of a division, and finally a corps, by seniority, until a commission as major-general of volunteers arrived. Patience is certainly a military virtue, but there is no occasion where it is so difficult to practice as while an officer is being systematically overslaughed. . . . . Two of Scribner’s volumes of war history are of his composition. In the domain of science Gen. COX has kept pace with the progress of the age in a way that is not demonstrative, but, like his other qualities, more profound than brilliant. Having occupied so many prominent situations, quite diverse from each other, he is still a comparatively young man. On the subject of assimilation of the white and colored races in the South, he differed from his Republican friends in the days of reconstruction. The state of society in the slave States since that period has proven the sagacity of his conclusions.”
KENYON
COX, a son of ex-Governor COX, eminent as a painter and a writer upon
art
topics, was born at Warren, Oct. 27, 1857.
He pursued art studies in Paris under instruction from Carolus-Duran and Gerome.
MILTON
SUTLIFF was born in Vernon, Trumbull county,
Oct. 16,
1806, and died in Warren, April 24, 1878.
When seventeen years of age he went South
and
taught school there some years.
Returning to Ohio, he graduated from the Western Reserve
College in
1833. Soon after
leaving college he re-
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ceived an agency from the Western Reserve
Anti-Slavery
Society, and for nine months travelled,
at his own
expense, promulgating anti-slavery doctrines, forming societies, giving
public
discussions and private interviews.
He
was classed with GARRISON and PHILLIPS as one of the able leaders of
the
anti-slavery movement.
In
1834 he was admitted to the bar at Warren.
In 1850 he was elected to the Ohio Senate by the Free Soil
party, and it
was to him that Benj. F. WADE was chiefly indebted for his election to
the U.
S. Senate at this session. In
1857 Judge
SUTLIFF was elected to the Supreme Bench of Ohio, which position he
held for
five years—the last year as chief justice.
In the celebrated BUSHNELL-LANGSTON slave rescue cases, he
held, with
Judge BRINKERHOFF, that the prisoners ought to be discharged. In 1872 he supported
Horace GREELEY, and was
the Democratic candidate for Congress in opposition to Gen. GARFIELD.
EZRA
B. TAYLOR was born in Nelson, Portage county,
Ohio,
July 19, 1823. He
studied law with Judge
R. F. PAINE, and was admitted to the bar in 1845.
He practiced law at Ravenna until 1862, when
he removed to Warren. In
1864 he
enlisted as a private in the 171st Ohio National
Guard, which served
three months. On
its return he was
elected colonel of the regiment.
In
1877 he was appointed Judge of Common Pleas, to fill a vacancy caused
by the
death of Judge LEWIS; every lawyer in the district, Republican and
Democrat,
signed a petition for his appointment.
In 1880 he was elected to Congress as Gen. GARFIELD’s
successor; has been re-elected to each succeeding Congress, and has
served on
some of the most important committees.
Niles in 1846.—Niles, on the Mahoning river and on the canal, five miles southerly from Warren, contains 3 churches, 3 stores, 1 blast furnace, rolling mill and nail factory, 1 forge and grist mill, and about 300 inhabitants. There is some water power here. In the vicinity are large quantities of excellent iron ore and coal. In Braceville township is a Fourierite association, said to be in a prosperous condition.—Old Edition.
NILES is five miles southeast of Warren on the north bank of the Mahoning river and on the N. Y. P. & O., A. & P., P. & W., P. P. & F., N. & N. L., and A. N. & A. Railroads. Its iron manufactures are among the most extensive in the State.
City Officers, 1888: William DAVIS, Mayor; M. J. FLAHERTY, Clerk; E. H. HALL, Treasurer; C. H. STROCK, Solicitor; James W. McBRIDE, Marshall. Newspaper: Trumbull County Independent, Independent, E. M. McCORMICK, editor. Churches: 1 Disciple, 1 Methodist Episcopal, Welsh do., 1 Primitive do., 1 Presbyterian Episcopal, 1 Presbyterian, 1 Catholic, 1 Cumberland Presbyterian.
Manufactures and Employees.—THOMAS Furnace, pig iron, 70; REEVES Bros., steam boilers, etc., 38; SYKES Iron Roofing Co., 6; Falcon Iron and Nail Co., 715; COLEMAN, SHIELDS & Co., skelp and tube iron, 165; Niles Fire Brick Co., 19.—State Report, 1887.
Population, 1880, 3,879. School census, 1888, 1,370; W. N. WIGHT, school superintendent. Capital invested in manufacturing establishments, $380,000. Value of annual product, $1,551,400.—Ohio Labor Statistics, 1888. Census, 1890, 4,308.
NILES is in the heart of the great mining industry of Ohio. The population in the main consists of the workmen in the iron establishments and their families, largely foreign—Irish, Welsh, and German, the Irish being the strongest element. The houses are mainly two-story buildings of wood, dingy from the smoke that hangs over the place. It has a public square not exceeding two acres, around which are Catholic, Methodist, and Disciple churches, the town hall (a plain wooden structure), an engine-house and alarm tower. Upon it is a soldiers’ monument of granite about sixteen feet high, upon which is inscribed, “Erected in memory of our fallen heroes in the war of 1861 to 1865 by the McPherson Post, No. 16, Dept. of Ohio G. A. R., and the citizens of Weathersfield township.” The city is a hive of industry of solid work and solid people.
In Niles was born, February 25, 1844, Major William McKINLEY, Jr. He enlisted in May, 1861, as a private soldier in the 23rd Ohio, at the time com-
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Newton Falls in 1846.—Newton Falls is nine miles westerly from Warren, on the Ohio and Pennsylvania canal, in the forks of the east and west branches of the Mahoning, which unite just below the village. This flourishing town has sprung into existence within the last twelve years; it was laid out by Thomas D. WEBB, Esq., and Dr. H. A. DUBOIS. The water power is good; it is an important point of shipment on the canal, and its inhabitants are enterprising. It contains 1 Congregational, 1 Methodist, 1 Baptist and 1 Disciples church, 5 mercantile stores, 3 forwarding house, 1 woollen factory, 1 paper mill, and about 900 inhabitants.—Old Edition.
NEWTON FALLS is nine miles southwest of Warren, on the Mahoning river and on the C. Y. & P. and P. & W. Railroads. Newspaper: Echo, Independent, Ralph R. MONTGOMERY, editor and publisher.
Population, 1880, 575. School census, 1888, 221; L. P. HODGEMAN, school superintendent.
GIRARD is ten miles southeast of Warren, on the Mahoning river, and on the P. & W., A. & P., P. & Y., and N. Y. P. & O. Railroads. Churches: 1 Methodist Episcopal, 1 Baptist, 1 Lutheran, and 1 Disciples. Bank: Girard Savings, R. L. WALKER, president; O. SHEADLE, cashier.
Manufactures and Employees.—MORRIS, PRINDLE & Co., flour, etc., 3; Trumbull Iron Co., 280; Girard Iron Co., 200; Girard Stove Works, 16; KREHL, HAUSER & Co., tannery, 51.—State Report for 1887.
School census, 1888, 608; A. W. KENNEDY, school superintendent. Capital invested in manufacturing establishments, $565,000. Value of annual product, $1,695,000.—Ohio Labor Statistics, 1888.
HUBBARD is thirteen miles southeast of Warren, on the Mahoning division of the N. Y. P. & O. R. R.
City officers, 1888: J. D. CRAMER, Mayor; Robert J. ROBERTS, Clerk; C. W. HAMMAND, Treasurer; William RAY, Street Commissioner. Newspaper: Enterprise, W. R. WADSWORTH, editor and publisher. Churches; 1 Baptist, 1 Presbyterian, 1 Welsh Congregational, 1 Methodist Episcopal, 1 Catholic. Banks: Hubbard Banking Co., Robert H. JEWELL, president; S. Q. MARCH, cashier.
School census, 1888, 678; L. L. CAMPBELL, school superintendent.
KINSMAN is fifteen miles northeast of Warren, on the Youngstown branch of L. S. & M. S. R. R. Newspaper: Citizen, James M. DOW & Co., editors and publishers. Bank: Kinsman National, Allen JONES, president; G. W. BIRRELL, cashier. School census, 1888, 113.
MINERAL RIDGE is eight miles south of Warren, on the N. & N. L. R. R. It has churches: 1 Baptist, 1 Presbyterian, 1 Welsh Independent, 1 Catholic. Population, 1880, 1,150. School census, 1888, 376; A. A. PRENTISS, school superintendent.
BLOOMFIELD P. O. North Bloomfield, is sixteen miles north of Warren. School census, 1888, 109.
CORTLAND is eight miles northeast of Warren, on the N. Y. P. & O. R. R., and a central point for dairy industries. Newspaper: Herald, Republican, F. A. GILBERT, editor and publisher. Churches: 1 Methodist Episcopal, 1 Congregational, 1 Disciples. Population, 1880, 616. School census, 1888, 197.