Liberty Township (part 5 of 5)

As the bell cost him $75, he felt the loss of his investment, as well as the enjoyment and convenience of it, but he was not long in finding the trail of the bell from friendly Indians. He secured the services of a half-breed, by the name of Sam Brady, an old scout, who had killed ax many Indians and some white men, as any other man in those days. Mr. Frank Hollister; the first white man who settled at Perrysburg, and bought furs from the Indians, knew about all of them, and had slept in almost every Indian wigwam on the Maumee river. The three started in search of the bell, and were three days making the trip from Perrysburg to the plains of Upper Sandusky, camping out every night, with Sam Brady to pilot them through. On the morning of the fourth day, to their great surprise, they heard the sound of the bell, and leaving their camp with their scanty breakfast half cooked, they struck out fully determined to get the bell. After half an hour's traveling through the deep grass and thick underbrush, with rifle in hand to shoot the first Indian they met, they came to the missing bell. To their great amazement they found it tied around an Indian pony's neck, which was considered the leading pony of the plains. Mr. Spafford says that it did not take Mr. Brady long to bring down the pony with his rifle, cut the sinew that the bell was fastened to, and soon shouldered it and started back to camp, to finish their breakfast of jerked venison and whisky.

After finishing the meal, they started back for home, a happy trio. In the meantime they kept a sharp lookout on their retreat, but met with no interruption, and arrived home safe and whole, but worn out by fatigue and hunger, still full of glee and "good whisky."

Mr. Spafford, in order to keep the Indians from stealing the bell again, went to Detroit to a blacksmith, and got a heavy iron bar, one inch square, made in a half circle, with a cross-bar, and hung the bell in the circle, spiked it on top of his tavern, and the bell hung there until the death of Jarvis Spafford, and for several years after. The property then fell into the hands of Willis Norton, sheriff of Wood county, and for a number of years he kept the house and bell. Finally the hotel business died out and Mr. Norton had a good deal of sickness and reverses and left Perrysburg, went west of Ft. Wayne, on a small farm, taking the bell with him, with the full intention of keeping it as long as he lived, but his health failed him, necessaries of life were hard to get, and getting an offer for the old bell from the oldest landlord in northern Ohio, who knew the bell ever since it was hung upon the old Exchange, he concluded to sell it to his old friend, D. M. Day, of Elmore, Ottawa county, O., where it can be seen and heard three times a day, on top of the Elmore House.

country from England, and reached Perrysburg in the year 1836, engaging in the service of the firm of Smith & Hollister in their large warehouse. He remained with them three years, at the end of which time he took 160 acres of land in Troy township for his pay, on which he made his home until his death.

the people of that date in Wood county, had to put up with hardships and inconveniences, which to this generation of people would seem unbearable. Mr. and Mrs. Hopper related as a fact that during come into their door yard and make the night a hideous pandemonium. On occasion Mr. Hopper had been to Perrysburg to get some provisions and was belated and came home unconscious that by the early settlers in the Black Swamp, was the scourge of sickness, chiefiy fever and ague, which widely prevailed. These ills were caused by the malaria of that day.

It took from three to five years to get acclimated; every year from about the first of July until frost and cold made its appearance, the people had the ague, and they looked for it just as much, and it came with the same regularity, as summer and fall came. An old pioneer says: It took hold of a person and literally shook him up. I haye seen fellows go to bed with the ague, and when the shake came on the very bed and floor would rattle. So violent was the disease that at times their teeth would rattle.

Many times whole families would be down at one time, so that one could not give another a drink of water. The ague usually came on every other day, and when there were not people enough they had to have it every day, for sometimes there appeared to be about two he was pursued until he entered his cabin door, wnen he heard the brutes jumping the fence, and no sooner had he closed the door behind him than they opened in an unearthly chorus, startling enough to make a dead man's hair stand on end. This sort of solitary life was continued until 1847, when Samuel Shreiner moved in, he being their first neighbor nearer than the Gorrills. In all his obligations of citizenship Mr. Hopper was a model man, upright and honest, and commanded the respect and esteem of his neighbors and all who knew him. - Wood County Sentinel.

agues for one man; and oftentimes they had to have it twice in one day. The well day as we used to call the day we missed it, men would be able to do some light work, and it may seem strange, but the day the chill was to come on you could look out from 10 a. m. until 2 p. m., and you could see the boys come in to take their shake, as much so as to take their dinners. We were not. troubled much in those days from any disease of a mahgnant form. Aside from the ague, we had some bilious, intermittent and remittent fevers. We had no need of a doctor to bleed the patient, for the pesky mosquitoes did all the bleeding that was necessary.

Dr. H. Burritt was the physician; he then lived at Gilead (now Grand Rapids), and he also kept the postoffice. Oh, how he used to swear when he had to make his way through the woods and water, ten, twelve or fifteen miles to see his patients.

The Maumee Valley Historical Association was organized in 1885 for the purpose of perpetuating the memory and preserving the historical places the Maumee Valley. Hon. Morrison R. Waite was its first president.

What Might Have Been

Ohio, and the territory of Michigan, marched and counter marched their respective commands, and performed feats of valor and strategy which entitle them to a more extended notice than in the limits of this history can be accorded them. The net purport and upshot of the matter was, that the Harris, or present line, between the state of Ohio and the territory of Michigan, was adopted. This left Toledo in the state of Ohio, and in August, 1877, relates an incident of a black wolf killed a few days prior to that by three dogs near Mr. Willison's house in Jackson Prairie. A steer had died not far from Willison's place a day or so previous, and late in the evening mentioned, Mr. W. heard dogs fighting as he supposed, until finally he became satisfied from the continued barking and fierce growls that the dogs, his own among the number, had some animal at bay. He did not go out however, that night. Next morning Jake Wall's dog

With Toledo in Michigan, Ohio would have been interested in building up Perrysburg, and it is probable at least, that some effort would have been made to remove the obstructions to navigation, known to exist between Toledo and Perrysburg, and that the fostering care of the state of Ohio would have accomplished for Perrysburg what the state of Michigan afterward accomplished for Detroit, under similar difficulties. It is probably vain to theorize over this matter now, but it certainly does not seem improbable that if the Fulton or southern line, between Ohio and Michigan had been finally adopted, that Perrysburg would have been now a compactly built city, from Hast Toledo to West Boundary street, with miles of wharves and docks, acres of elevators and depots, and tens of millions instead of tens of thousands of dollars of personal property.

was found to be so badly chewed up that he died that day. The other dogs were found to be pretty badly used up also. Not far from the carcass of the steer, the dead body of a wolf was found, a murderous looking brute, and near him were plenty of evidences of a terrible fight between the black monster and the dogs. It is supposed that Wall's dog, which was a gamy, powerful creature, after getting terribly punished by the wolf, had finally got hold of its throat and never let go till he had choked it to death. This is the first wolf killed in this county for several years, and the second instance of the destruction of a black wolf, and the only instance we ever heard of dogs in open battle attacking and killing a full grown wolf. It is supposed there were two wolves, but that the other got away. They

"During the year 1813 or '14 a period when the Black Swamp was yet a 'howling wilderness,' well covered by water and occupied by Indians, wolves, bears, raccoons and wildeats, there was a low, wet swampy bog, extending from a portion of Wood county where the Fenton P. O., now is, to a point in Middleton, lately known as the Devil's Hole Prairie - it being a portion of country exceedingly difficult to penetrate owing to the depth of water and massive growth of timber, through which were numerous windfalls that served to render the progress of the pedestrian very difficult and quite uncertain.

"At the time mentioned Gen. Harrison came plunging through the wilds of Sandusky and Wood counties on his march to Fort Meigs, and while passing through the portion of Wood county near where this swamp was located, a scout, whose name the writer is not in possession of, while on the alert for the terror of the forest - the noble red man - became entangled in this and only after a day's persistent effort did he succeed in finding the trail of his brave commander, after which he soon caught up with the command. Upon being interrogated as to where he had been, he replied that he had got lost in the "Devil's Hole," asserting that he had truly discovered the home of Satan, and in this trifling manner (although undoubtedly appreciated at the time) originated the name so long attached to what is now one of the most prosperous and prolific portions of this county; a locality that has

Buried in the heart of the dense woods some miles to the northeast of this place, known as the "Devils Hole," two men recently discovered a small, low built shanty, covered with bark and entirely obscure from the vision of man or beast by the dense undergrowth, at no greater distance than ten paces. It is off from any road and there is a single path leading to and from it. Just behind it a hole has been dug for water, and near it are troughs cut in a log as if for the purpose of feeding horses. Some hay inside indicates that men have slept there, and there has also been a fire kept in it. Everything about it denotes that the utmost precautions of secrecy have been taken. From its location and other circumstances, persons living nearest the locality are suspicious that it is a rendezvous or stopping place for horse-thieves. Certainly there seems some coloring such a supposition.

It has been well said that Thomas Jefferson was more than the author of our Declaration of Independence in 1776; he, more than any American, laid down the basis of popular liberty.

There is not a city in Kentucky, there is not a place in all Ohio that did not hasten to the aid of Ft. Meigs nearly a century ago. And all these cities and towns have an abiding interest in these historic grounds.

Tom Long

Among the names of those mentioned by telegraph in Thursday evening's Blade, as having died of cholera in the penitentiary at Columbus, was that of Thomas Long, sent from Wood county. Long was a noted horsethief, and was serving out his fourth term in the penitentiary, although but just in the prime of life. Perhaps no man in the country was more familiar with the "runways" of horsethieves than he. His range was very extensive, reaching from Central Ohio through Indiana, Illinois and Iowa. It is said that he would start from his home in Wyandot county, and make a through trip to Council Bluffs, stealing horses and selling them as fast as possible. The last horse which he stole was taken from a man by the name of Wilson, living near Portage, Wood county, when he also stole a buggy from a Mr. Roller, living in Portage. This occurred in 1865. He was accompanied on this trip by his brother. The latter was first captured and taken to jail. Tom, who had escaped arrest, although hotly pursued by Sheriff Evers, learning that his brother was in jail, wrote him a letter from some point out west, stating that he would visit the imprisoned brother. This letter fell into the hands of the sheriff, and he was on the alert.

Finally, after the sheriff had about abandoned all hope of securing Tom, two men, one of them a well known citizen of Wood county, called at the jail and expressed a desire to see a prisoner. The present sheriff, Mr. C. C. Baird, was then jailor, and he at once sent for the sheriff. On the arrival of Sheriff Evers, he readily identified the stranger as Tom Long, arrested him and locked him up with his brother. Both were convicted and Tom was sentenced to the penitentiary for twelve years, while his brother got off with ten years. He had, therefore, served out but two-thirds of his time when he died.

Tom Long was a cool, sharp and cunning horsethief. He was quiet, inoffensive to all appearances, and was highly esteemed by those acquaintances who knew nothing of his secret history. With criminal law he was quite familiar and studied it even after his conviction, evidently not for a moment thinking of changing his habits on emerging from the penitentiary. With his arrest and conviction, a large gang of horsethieves was broken up, some of them escaping to Canada, and now believed to be engaged in running stolen horses across the upper end of the lake.

Porter-Richardson Murder

HE death of so notorious a man as Richardson, and the sudden and violent manner of his taking off while sitting in the midst of his family, startled and shocked the dwellers by the Maumee.

Porter, who made no concealment of what he had done, from the first announcement of the murder, seems te have been connected with the deed in the minds of the settlers in the immediate neighborhood who knew of the previous unfortunate state of business with Richardson. But as the effect of the whisky died out and refiection and reason re- turned, he began to realize what he had done; the instinct of fear took possession of him and he fied, he hardly knew whither nor from whom nor what. He wandered about in the forests like a restless wild beast.

Great search was made for him but without success until the third day when he came out and delivered himself up to Sheriff Webb not far from the river ford below Miltonville. He told Mr. Webb that it seemed the happiest moment of his life when he had delivered himself up and no longer felt that he was pursued. He made no denial of the murder. He said it was the only thing left for him to do to redress his grievances, and admitted that he ought to pay the penalty with his life.

He was confined in the old log jail at Perrysburg for trial. The supreme court was in session with Peter Hitchcock and Judge Brash on the bench.

The prisoner had a right to trial in the common pleas court if he preferred, which would have deferred his trial some months, but he seemed indifferent whether any defense was made at all. He became penitent and zealously religious.

The following are the names of the grand jurors impanelled, there being 16 in all instead of 15 as now, and not one of whom to our knowledge is living today, the late Eber Wilson, who was foreman, being the last survivor:

Thomas W. Powell, now of Delaware. Ohio, was the prosecuting attorney, and Orish Parish and David Higgins (afterward Judge Higgins) were assigned to the defense of the prisoner. The counsel for the state had of course no difficulty in proving the murder and that George Porter was the murderer, but the counsel for the prisoner set up the plea of insanity and urged it with much vigor, adducing as the strongest evidence the conduct of the prisoner to and after the murder and his behavior in jail and indifference as to his fate. In rebuttal of this position of the defense, the state adopted the theory - (We give Powell's own language) : from Richardson - were all founded upon actual facts and real circumstances. There was no delusion or unreal facts about this case. Whatever motives actuated him, they were like all the rational acts of mankind, founded upon real facts and actual circumstances."

The sentence of the court was that he be hung on Friday, the 5th day of the following November. There was a great deal of public sympathy shown for Porter. He had to be sure, taken the life of a fellow man, but that man was a notoriously bad man and the deed had been done under the most provoking circumstances. Porter was crushed and broken in spirit and had no infiuential friends to intercede for him, a thing he was too dispirited to do for himself, even if he had his liberty. The means of communicating with the executive were long and tedious, beside there were no good grounds, assuming the court's charge to the jury to be correct, upon which to base a petition asking the clemency of the governor. Mr. Webb, a man of kind and humane disposition, formed quite a ward the prisoner on account of his ` reconciled and submissive conduct, and it taxed his utmost resolution of mind to reconcile sympathy and duty.

Simon Girty

There are few localities in the State of Ohio more fertile in historic reminiscences than Henry county. About five miles up the river from Napoleon is what is known as Girty's island, so called from the fact of its having been the abiding place of that notorious white renegade, Simon Girty, whose treatment of white captives was more inhuman and fiendish than even that of the red savages by whom he had been reared from early childhood. The history of Simon Girty is familiar, no doubt, to thousands, but there are features 'in the family record of the Girty family that always afford fresh food for conjecture. The family in general was shiftless and ne'er do well. There were four brothers, Thomas, Simon, George and James. Each was adopted by an Indian tribe, Simon by the Senecas, the most warlike of all the great Iroquois confederacy.

Meigs in the presence of a great number of people who had assembled to witness the sad spectacle. His body was buried in the little burying ground just west of

Whatever may have been the sympathy for Porter, or however much his claim to executive clemency, the execution no doubt had a salutary effect. Nothing is so much calculated to restrain crime as the certainty that punishment and the inexorable execution of the law will follow.

Simon Girty and Simon Kenton were at one time scouts together, and perhaps the only humane or kindly act in Girty's life was his intercession for Kenton's life in one instance where he had been captured, tortured and sentenced to death by the Indians. Girty, however, after having in every conceivable manner antagonized both Indians: and whites by his multiplicity of inhuman and treachcrous acts, was compelled to seek refuge and concealment in the territory now embraced in what is known as Henry county. He 'had wantonly and indiscriminately murdered and pillaged right and left until he became a hunted fugitive, a veritable wanderer on the face of the earth. He eventually sought safety in the famous "Black Swamp" of the northwest, and here opposite the island, on the bank of the Maumee, he erected his cabin, and whenever danger would menace him, would retire into the densely wooded swamp, where it was absolutely impossible to dislodge him. How long he remained here, is not definitely known, or whether his death was the result of the infirmities incident to old age, or more tragic in its character. He was unquestionably one of the boldest and at the same time most treacherous and inhuman outlaws of which American history - has any record.

HE Buffalo Express gives the following remarkable incident touching the disposition of Mad Anthony's body: Gen. Wayne is one of the few famous men who have two graves, each equally entitled to commemoration. He died of gout at Erie, Pa., then Fort Presque Isle, in 1796, when he was on his return from his successful Indian campaigns in the northwest. He was buried at the foot of the flagstaff in the fort, and there lay undisturbed for nearly twenty years. Then there came through the woods from the other end of the State, in a sulky, his son in search of his father's bones. He engaged Dr. John C. Wallace, who had been through the Indian wars with Gen. Wayne, to exhume his bones, and pack them in a box, that they might be strapped to the sulky and taken through the woods and over the mountains to the family residence in Chester county. When Dr. Wallace opened the grave he found, to his great surprise, the body in an almost perfect state of preservation. The flesh had not decayed. But it was impossible for young Wayne to carry the coffin and contents in his sulky. So Dr. Wallace, who seems to have been devoid of feeling as one of the Indians whom he fought, decided, on his own motion, and without consulting Mr. Wayne, to separate the General's bones from their enveloping flesh and thus enable them to be removed. To accomplish this, boiling had to be resorted to, and the bones were then denuded of fiesh by the use of knives, and were packed and carried away by young Wayne, and buried near the homestead in which Gen. Wayne was born and in which his descendants still live. This account of the ghoul-like proceedings of

Dr. Wallace has an incredible sound, but it is literally and strictly true, and will be corroborated by any old citizen of Erie. Young Mr. Wayne knew nothing of Dr. Wallace's operations until many years after. He was then greatly shocked and declared that he would never have permitted such treatment of his father's remains, but would have returned them io the grave and postponed their removal to a more convenient season. Yet there is no reason to doubt that Dr. Wallace, who was a useful and prominent man in his day, thought he was doing everything for the best, and meant no disrespect to the mortal part of his old friend and patient and army comrade, General Wayne.

Over the General's bones, in Chester county, a monument was raised. But his flesh was returned to its grave at the foot of the fiag-staff, in Fort Presque Isle, by Dr. Wallace, and forgotten. The fort - a mere stockade - crumbled away, the fiag-staff decayed, and the precise location of the grave was lost.

Some four years ago, however, a digger for relics on the site of the old fort, unearthed a coffin-cover, into which brassheaded nails had been so driven as to form the initials "A. W." with the figures of Wayne's age, date of his death, ete. This determined the location of the grave, and there has since been in Erie a feeling that it should be marked by a monument of some sort. It has, in fact been surrounded by chains, supported by four pieces of superannuated artillery, and also marked by a flag-staff, but something more permanent is desired, and will doubtless be built - if not by legislative aid, then by local subscription.

The last tribe of Indians to remove from Ohio was the Wyandot of Upper- Sandusky, who ceded their lands in 1842, and the following year left for the west.

Burning Off A Prairie

James Robertson came from Scotland and located in the eastern part of Middleton township in 1836. One morning after he had selected the land for his future home, Mr. Robertson and two of his sons started from Perrysburg for their land for the purpose of selecting a building site, with a horse and wagon, hauling a tent and some other material. They came by a blazed wagon track and pitched their tent in the edge of Hull's Prairie, arriving just at sundown. About 15 minutes after they had arrived at their destination they were startled by the sudden appearance of five Indians on

Wild hogs were very plentiful in the forests, but while they afforded the settlers a temporary resource at times, to replenish the pork barrel, they were at other times not only troublesome, but dangerous neighbors. They would mingle with tame hogs in the woods and toll them away often, where the tame ones would soon be as wild as their forest kin. Then too, if man or beast should suddenly come upon a band and disturb trail, and the Indians seemed as much surprised as they. After surveying the situation a moment the Indians gave the Robertsons to understand their mission prairie. They then proceeded about three miles to the southwest, touched fire to the grass which had not been burned for two years. The fiames spread like the wind and Mr. Amelius Robertson states that 1t did not seem over ten minutes before it had traveled the intervening distance between where it was set and the edge of the woods where they were encamped, and that the smoke almost suffocated them in their tent. He also says that the flames went nearly as high as the trees, and that the streets of Perrysburg 5 1-2 miles distant were so lighted by the fire that they could see to pick up a pin, and that all the grass on Hull Prairie covering hundreds of acres, was licked up by the fiames in twenty minutes. Mr. Robertson built a cabin on his land the next spring, 1837, and moved in with his family.

them in their bed or disturb the young, every hog would instantly become a savage, bristling, furious assailant and the intruder was lucky if he happened to be near a tree which he could climb quickly. Among the bands that roamed the woods was one enormous

With murderous tusks, which was alike a terror to hunters and dogs. This dangerous brute - a veritable king of the forests - was as wily and cunning as a bear, but lke all- kings and rulers, all his ways were not the paths of wisdom. He got a notion of slipping in nights and lodging with the Dubbs herd till the chickens crowed in the morning, when he would rise, shake himself and join his wild brethren in the forest.

on, and at the time there was quite a strife in the settlement as to who should . be the lucky captor of the big boar. One morning the Dubbs, father and sons, with their two dogs, stole a march on the old woods patriarch, and as he passed out the dogs were turned loose, and after a sharp race his hogship came to bay and faced the dogs. When the men came up the brute again fied, but the dogs at once fastened on him; one dog laid hold at the elbow of the fore shoulder; the other at the ear; the latter was instantly hurled into the air with a ghastly slash - across its throat from which the blood poured in a stream. The other dog, a powerful fellow, was able to stop the boar, and the brute could not reach him with its deadly tusks.

Neatly Captured By this time, Henry Dubbs, James' father, a stout resolute man, came up, furious at the fate of his faithful dog, and seized the boar by its long tail and

Removing The Indians

Between the years 1835-40, the Government began to move the Indians to their reservations in the West and the tribes becoming broken up, were scattered over a large portion of Northwestern Ohio and Northeastern Indiana, and part of Michigan, reaching from Ft. Wayne, Indiana, to Sandusky, Ohio, and including Crawford county, which was named after Colonel Crawford who was so brutally butchered and murdered at the stake by Simon Girty (a white man), after having at once took a turn around a small sapling where he could easily hold the hog. The plan was to capture, confine and feed the boar until he was fat; at that time Mr. Dubbs' son, John, came up, the hog was tied and thrown, his nose lashed, his tusks cut off, after which he was hauled in on a stone boat, and imprisoned in a high, strong log pen.

When he found he could not escape, his gnashing of teeth and hideous aspect was startling to witness, but in all the scrap from first to last not a cry or squeal did he make, except enraged grunts. For days the old fellow would not eat; then he would eat in the night. At last he began to gain, and though when butchered and sold at Perrysburg he was not fat, yet he was a monstrous big porker.

-These wild hogs are supposed to have sprung from- strays from some of the army quartermasters' droves brought here in the war of 1812. They were quite numerous here from 1830 to 1842.

The tribes and parts of tribes that used to inhabit this part of the country, were the Ottawas, Pottawatomies, Kickapoos, Shawnees, Wyandots and Miamis. After General Harrison's victory at Fort Meigs, and the treaty was effected and peace was declared again, many of them remained and they were considered friendly, and indeed were so as the old settlers well know. A mission station was made on the Maumee river; Rev. Isaac Van Tassel was sent as a missionary to preach to them, and I believe he taught school among them for a while. The largest settlement as I remember, was in Sandusky county, and the largest in Wood county was at the station and at Tontogany, which is an Indian name and I think named after one of their chiefs. They had one small settlement on Beaver creek in Henry county, and a few stragglers were camped for a while ° in Milton township, this county. In the

Sandusky, Seneca and Wyandot counties, to Wood and Henry counties to camp out for the winter and hunt, and when the spring would open they would return again with their pelts and furs taken during the winter season. In the summer they would resort to the rivers and lakes where they could fish, that being their favorite and principal diet during the summer months.

The remnant of the Maumee Ottawas were at this time assembled at Buttonwood island, a mile above Perrysburg, preparatory to removal to the country assigned them west of the Mississippi. Robert A. Forsyth was entrusted by the Government with the undertaking. The Indians made a pleasant camp on the island for a month or more, and were visited daily by the citizens of the towns below. They had been sadly demoralized by intercourse with the whites; but a few of their chiefs and leaders retained enough of the old ancestral spirit to inspire them with considerable energy and enterprise after they were settled in their new home. Ottoca, the head chief, was pe a Pioneers' meeting held at Fort Meigs, in 1880, Charles E. Bliven gave an address, from which we glean the following facts regarding ship build- a fat, good-natured fellow, a favorite with his tribe and very social with the whites. His half-brother, Noteno, was greatly his superior in executive ability, . and at this time probably the most in- a tall, slender graceful man, with features of a Roman cast had been the hero of a tragedy some years before in the neighborhood of Roche de Boeuf. He was much esteemed for bravery and very popular with his tribe. But a hundred in all remained of this once powerful people, and they were "like strangers in a desert home." A day or two after the tornado, Ottoca, while passing the ruins of the hotel, remarked, with significant gesticulation : i

After their removal these Indians abandoned their habits of savage life, engaged in agriculture, adopted civilized customs, and became a substantial, orderly community. They accumulated property, erected schools and churches, and to-day L believe they are regarded by the people of Kansas as among their most: quiet, law-abiding citizens. Rev. Peter Jones was their leading clergyman, and he was a lineal descendant of Pontiac, who little more than a century before was King of all the country from the Maumee to Mackinaw, and disputed inch by inch its settlement by the whites.

A small steamer, called the Phenomenon, remodeled from a canal boat, was built at Rochester, N. Y., in 1834, and brought to the Maumee river, being towed through Lake Erie in 1836. She was then called the Sun and was commanded by Capt. C. K. Bennett.

Burial Ground Of Col. Dudley And His Men

On May 11, 1813, the Bodies of Col. Dudley and About 130 Kentuckians Were Brought to Ft. Meigs and There Buried. They Were Massacred Six Days Before