Pleasant Township (part 16 of 18)

In Jane, 1833, he married Miss Lucy Ballou, of Milford Centre, Ohio, a daughter of Martin Ballou, a native of Providence, R. I., and grandniece to Hosea Ballou, the Boston publisher. In September, 1833. three months after marriage, his wife died of milk sickness, just as he had a cabin on his farm on the plains nearly ready to commence housekeeping. The associations connected with his tenantless cabin were unpleasant to him; and in 1835 he sold his Plains farm and bought the John Scott farm, in Somerford Town ship, where Uncle Sammy Prugh now lives. He boarded with the Scott family, and raised a large crop of corn, which he fed to hogs, but this class of stock ran so low that year that he lost all his summer's work.

On the 2d day of October, 1836, he married Miss Elenor Smith, born June 20, 1818, near Granville, Ohio, daughter of John and Sophia (Bond) Smith; her father then lived two miles east of La Fayette, on the farm now owned by Jonathan Booth. At the time of his marriage, she was teaching the district school in Valentine Wilson's district. Thoy went to housekeeping on the John Scott farm, and there John, the first child, was born. In 1837, he bought two small parcels of land, one of which was where his brother Eli died. In 1838, he sold out in Somerford Township; he had lost faith in raising hogs to make a fortune out of-, he preferred risking in cattle and grass, and he went back to the Darby Plains and bought the Charley Arthur farm - 400 acres - which is now a portion of the John Price farm. He moved there and lived on it for five years. Two of his children. Valentine Henry and Thomas Bond were born there. In 1838, he bought fifty acres of the MacCumber farm; and in the fall of 1841, he bought 300 acres of the Russel Bidwell farm, at administrator's sale.

In the fall of 1842, he left the Darby Plains, and moved over to the Christman farm, one mile south of Somerford, and entered into a partner ship with his father, as a general trader and business manager. On this farm, on March 28, 1844, his only daughter, Lucy Elenor, was born.

In 1846, his half-brother, Jackson, being old enough to take his place as a partner with his father, he moved back to the Darby Plains, and settled on the Russel Bidwell farm; but in that same year he bought the Paul Alder farm, of 310 acres - where his son John now lives - and he then moved to it. In this same year, also, he bought fifty-seven acres of Nathaniel Saw yier. In the year 1847, he bought the Paul Smith farm, 175 acres.

In the year 1854, he sold the Arthur farm to his brother, William D., and bought the Stanley Watson farm. 400 acres, adjoining the village of La Fayette, where he moved, and where he now lives. He paid §16,000 for this farm, and, it is believed that it was the first $40 farm sold in the county. In 1855, he fell heir, by the death of his father, to 381 acres adjoining the WTatson farm; and in 1856 he bought the Carter farm, 400 acres, where his son-in-law, Dr. W. M. Beach, now lives. In 1860, he bougUt his half-brother Hamilton's share of his father's estate - 463 acres - adjoining his home farm; whilst Hamilton bought his brother William D. Wilson's

For more than thirty years James Wilson has been a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church I am writing this on the 20th day of December, 1882, the seventy- fourth anniversary of his birthday, and it finds him a halo and vigorous old man. in full possession of all his faculties, and the owner of about 2,350 acres of well-improved land with accompaniments, a part of which he has passed over to the control of his children. He is now the patriarch of the Wilson family, having attained a greater age, it is believed, than any other one who has ever been horn into the family. Knowing his modesty and retiring disposition, a eulogy upon his life and character as a citizen, and as a man. it is believed, would be distasteful to him. and I forbear.

Washington Wilson, son of Valentine, married Miss Linney "West, daughter of Edmund and Margaret (Shaw) West, born near Catawba, Clark County, Ohio, November L6, L824. Mr. Wilson has been a Deacon in the Christian Church, and a Trustee of the township of Somerford for more than twenty years. He is a large laud-holder, residing one mile north of Somerford; is a good neighbor, and a citizen of so pure and stainless a character, as to be above reproach or suspicion.

Alexander Hamilton Wilson, sou of Valentine, married Isabella Parsons Koogler, of Greene County. Ohio. He is a Justice of the Peace, and influential citizen of La Fayette. Ohio.

Valentine C. Wilson, son of Valentine, graduated at the Ohio Wesleyan University, Delaware. Ohio, in the class of L860 - the first classical graduate in his father's family. He died August 23, L861, of epidemic dysentery.

I ujob W. Wilson, son of Valentine, resides at Somerford. Ohio. He is a man of great inventive genius, his latest invention being a twine grainbinder, which promises a success.

Of the daughters of Valentine Wilson. 1 have given only the names; but they must have inherited something of the sagacity and psychological characteristics of their father. They all married poor boys. But the names of such men as Robert Boyd, Hiram W. Richmond and Thomas John Stutson, who all married into the family, offer a sufficienl evidence of the soundness <>f their judgment

VALENTINE WILSON, deceased, son of Jacob Wilson, a native of Virginia, was born in Pennsylvania in L786, and died in Madison County, July '_'. 1855. He emigrated to Ohio with his parents in 1802, and settled on the head-waters of Beaver Creek. Bath Township, Oreene County, where he remained until 1816, when he removed to Madison County, and settled on the head waters of Deer Greek, where he bough! 160 acres of land. He added to that until he had at the time of his death, which occurred July 'J. 1855, nearly 10,000 acres of hind, and 1,000 head of cattle and sheep. He died the wealthiest man who had ever been a citizen of the county. He was married three times and was the father of nineteen children. He married for his first wife F.lenor Jndy, in 1806, and she lived until L819, at which time she passed away from earth: the next wife that blessed his home was Susan CJmble, who died August 18, L825; for his third wife he married Nancy Roberts, June Is. 1827, with whom he lived until his death. She resides in Somerford, and has at this time about 2,500 acres of land which are under a high state of cultivation. She is a member of the Christian Church.

Susan (Umble) Wilson; Valentine' was born in Pennsylvania in 1780, and Susan in Ohio in 1790. They were married in Madison County in 1818. He was married three times, Susan being his second wife. She died August 18, L825, and he died July 2, 1ST)."). Our subject, when twenty one years old, began working by the month, and thus continued for three months, as he wanted to get money enough to gel married; at the expiration of that time he had $27. He was then united in marriage with Linnie West, November 17, 1842. She was born in Clark County November 16, L824. After their marriage he began farming as a renter, and continued for four years, when he bought sixty acres of land, to which he has since added until he now owns 800 acres. He is a member of the! O. O. F. order, and served as Township Trustee of Somerford Township for fourteen .ear-. Mr. and .Mrs. Wilson are the parents of eighl children, of whom six survive - Jackson, Alexander, Valentine, Belle, Griffin and Charles. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are members of the Christian Church.

JOHN P. WILLIAMSON, deceased. The subject of this sketch was the son of James Williamson, was born in Madison County, Ohio, in 1834, and was united in marriage in October, 1856, to Frances Wilson, a daughter of Valentine Wilson, whose sketch appears in this work. She was born October 26, I MO. After their marriage he engaged in farming, and trading in stock, principally horses: a business he followed until bis death, which occurred January 1 1, 1862. He and his wife were the parents of one child, viz.: Winfield Scott, born July 21, L857; he is engaged in trading in stock and farming, and was united in marriage, October 11. 1S78, to Amanda Odell, by whom he has one child, Lillie .May, born May 21, L881.

T. L. WOOSLEY, farmer, P. O. London, was born in Madison County, Ohio, November 17, 1852, and is a son of David and Nancj (Moss) Woosley, natives of (dark County, Ohio, the former born January 12, L812, and the latter in 1822. They were married in Clark County in 1851. Our subject engaged in farming when twenty-one years of ago as a renter, and thus continued for six years, when he bought 1G0 acres of land where he now resides. He was united in marriage with Emma M. Prugh, February 17, 1880. She was born in Madison County, May 1, 1852, and is a daughter of Samuel Prugh, whose sketch appears in this work. Mr. Woosley acquired a common school education, and is a member of the Methodist Church.

Autobiography Of David Watson Re-Arranged By Rev. C. A. Van Anda

My parents. Walter and Rachel Watson, were born in the State of Maryland, about the year 1750. My mother was a member of the Method - is! Episcopal Church from my earliest recollection. Such was the gentleness of her character, the strength of her religious conviction- and the con- -i-tency of her life, that she exercised the most happy influence over my father. He was a man of remarkable physical strength, but from the evil associations and customs of the times, he unfortunately, in early life, fell into the ruinous habits of drinking and fighting.

I was born in Calvert County, Md., near the coast of the Chesapeake Bay, in the year 1788. I possessed a very lively temperament and an extraordinary degree of muscular activity. It was perhaps owing to these things that in my fourteenth j ear, I was induced to leave my father's home. The circumstances of my departure were as follows: In 1797, old Capt.

Brandon, from Massachusetts, visited our country in order to trade in groceries. He seemed to take quite a fancy to me, and ou one occasion asked my father if he might take me home with him. " AA'hen will you bring him back?" my father asked, and added that he had no objection, if mother was willing. The wily Captain wont at once to ask the same question of mother, taking care to say nothing about the conversation he had just had with father. Mother replied, " 1 am willing, if his father has no objection " I was exceedingly anxious to go. and had but little difficulty in overcoming all objections, save those urged by my brother. I finally offered him all my toys if he would consent, and succeeded in getting away. We embarked on the Patuxent River, and in two days reached Norfolk, Va.. our first port. At that time I felt as if I would have given the world, had I owned it, to have been at home. I there for the first time began to experience that disease so well known and yet so difficult to describe, namely, homesickness.

Shortly before leaving Norfolk, a very interesting incident occurred. A negro, preferring freedom to slavery, had by some means secreted himself in the hold of our vessel, and remained some two days or more without anything to eat. /I was sent below for some purpose, and while creeping over boxes and barrels I caught sight of his teeth and eyes. I afterward fed him until we reached Beverly, Mass., where the poor fellow was free.

The Captain took me to his home and introduced me to his wife, who asked my name, and seemed much pleased to see me. In a short time the Captain started on a voyage to England, leaving me at home to attend school. I however attended school but little, having too many errands to run. During the summer, an incident transpired at Beverly, Mass., of deep and painful interest. I had formed a very pleasant acquaintance with a young man who owned a distillery in the town. Going down street oue day. I saw a great many people running toward the distillery. I joined the crowd, and upon reaching the building was shocked to hear that my friend had committed suicide. He had fastened an iron kettle to his body, opened the hat eh way and east himself into the large rum cistern. He so arranged matters that all the hands were away at the time. So soon as he was miss ing. search was made in Beverly, and Salem, an adjoining town. At length some one thought of examining the cistern, and taking a boat-hook, he caught his clothing and drew him up. Physician- were called immediately, but all without avail, as he had been in the cistern about four hours. There were evidences that the love of life had returned before consciousness was lost, as attempts had been made to loose the kettle.

Everything was in readiness by the L8th of March, but we were compelled to wait for the "line gale" to subside. While lying there, a large buy among my comrades, proposed .that we should drink something. The proposition was universally agreed to. "David.*- said he, "what have you aboard?" "Everything," [responded. - Hum?" "Yes." "Eggs?" '- Y.'s." I knew nothing about making "effffnoff," hut he knew it all. I furnished the ingredients, and the coveted beverage was soon reads, and all partook freely. The article was decided to be so superior that we ought by all means to have some more. Accordingly, the Becond dish was prepared, and all indulged the second time. I soon began to feel uncomfortable] and went to my hammock. 1 was doubtless somewhat restless, for sometime afterward my friend, who had brought all our trouble upon us, came and asked: "David, are you dying?" I said "yes." 1 knew nothing more un- til morning. The boys all found their ships, and I returned to the Captain's for breakfast. When my mistress called, J answered: "I thank you, [ don't want anything." The Captain inquired what we had been doing, and I frankly told him all. He simply said : "David, never do so again." I replied, " No, mi-/' And I never did.

On the 23d of March we weighed anchor, and started for the banks of Newfoundland. Reaching our destination, we fished for a short time with some success, and tin 'i i sailed for a better position. Running for a school of fish, the Captain discovered that ice was not tar to the windward, but apprehending no immediate danger, all laid down to rest except one man, who was stationed so as to keep a sharp lookout for the ice. Instead of obeying orders, however, he soon went to sleep. While we were all wrapped in slumber, the ice was rapidly nearing our vessel. The Captain was the first to discover our danger. Awaking from his nap, he found the vessel already partially on an iceberg, and a whole island of ice was bearing down upon us. All hands ran to the windlass, but our united strength could no more move the ship than if she had been a mountain. Every fathom of cable was out, and our destruction seemed certain. The Captain calling for an ax, cut the cable, when it flew swift as lightning. At length, hoisting all sail and using crotches, we backed her out stern foremost. We then returned home, washed out our fish, and as soon as possible prepared for a second voyage - going this time to British America, and stopping at a point called Donahoe's Cave.

The origin of this name is declared by tradition to be as follows : Donahoe was a brave seaman, but so fond of sport as to be sometimes cruel in securing it. On one occasion, while stopping at the cave, in order to tease the Indians, he spread tar over the deck of his ship, invited the red men aboard. After having sprinkled scupper-nails everywhere, and then ran after them with the ropes-end, and amused himself by watching their awkward and painful attempts at running. The Indians were terribly enraged, and tried all their ingenuity to entice him ashore. At length they succeeded, and then revenged themselves and showed their savage nature by cutting his heart into pieces as small as possible, and eating it, in order, as they said, to become as brave as the Captain was. From this occurrence the point was called Donahoe's Cave.

Returning from our fishing excursion, the Captain, after a time, took a position as first mate on an East Indiaman. By reason, however, of some disagreement between him and the Captain, as to wages, he concluded not to go. but gave me my choice, to go as cabin boy, or stay with him. I chose to go. My new Captain was a man of very violent temper, as I soon found to my groat sorrow, Capt. Brandon had given me a beautiful comb, such as sailors wore at that time to keep their hair, which was worn very long, from falling over their facoe Going down one morning to get buscuit to make toast for breakfast, I chanced to look into an empty hogshead and saw that a rat had fallen into it. I ran for the cat, and put her in to catch it; but she was afraid and kept as far away as possible. I then reached down and caught it by the tail, when it turned and bit my finger. Upon coming up, the Captain asked me how I had hurt myself. When I told what had happened, he swore a terrible oath, and striking me on the head, he broke my beautiful comb. Then my troubles began. When we were but a few days out. we were attacked by a whale. He was a huge fellow, though but about two-thirds grown. .He would lash the stern of the ship with such violence that every timber would quake. The attack began on Saturday evening and continued until late Sunday morning. We had two swivels on board, but could not bring them to bear on him, as he kept so near the ship. Many musket balls were fired into him and he was severely wounded with pikes. So freely did the blood flow that the Bea was purple in our wake. At length our enemy was so weakened by loss of blood that he could no longer hold out, and so dropped astern.

The time passed without any incident worthy of especial notice until I experienced the process of being shaved by Neptune. The Captain had talked a great deal to the boys about an old man who lived on the " line.'', as he said, whose habit it was to shave all who crossed it for the first time. S i much was said about the matter, and with such apparent sincerity, that at length some of the younger boys began to believe that all was real. Before my doubts were entirely removed, I would ask how the old man lived on the "line?" How he got his food? and so on. The replies, however, seemed so plausible, that my doubts were pretty much removed. On a certain morning, we found the sun directly over our heads. Never was there a more lovely morning. The Captain directed me *-o go below and ask the boys to come up and scrub the deck. All were glad to do so, and started very merrily for the deck, which they had no sooner reached, than the companion leaf fell. Instantly all seemed to be impressed with the idea that all this was somehow connected with the shaving process so much talked about. Meantime, preparations had been made above for the sport. When all was ready, the Captain went on deck with a speaking-trumpet, when an imaginary person - real enough to us - hailed him, and inquired for the boys who were for the first time crossiug the line. At first the Captain denied having any, but Neptune insisted, and at length mentioned the cabin boy. Presently Neptune came aboard and addressed the Captain very cordially. They shook hands and seemed very happy to meet each other. I was called upon to bring the stranger a glass of grog. Upon looking out. there he was, sure enough. His mouth was wide open, his face smeared with tar, and his old coal stuffed with oakum, producing a great hump on his back. I started back with fear, when he stooped just in time to secure the glass. Some were sent down who blindfolded me and brought me up on deck. Neptune approached me in a very friendly way. shaking my hand, calling me a fine little fellow, etc., etc. No one, he said, could become a good sailor unless he was first shaved. He then told me I must answer all his questions, or else he would take me away in his little boat and I should never see the ship again. I was then -worn, and made to answer many foolish questions. Lather, composed of all kinds of filth, was brought and applied to my face with a paint brush. An old piece of iron, filed so as to resemble, 9omewhat, a saw, was used as a razor. It was so dull and was used with so much violence, as actually to cut my face in several place- 1 would beg not to be killed; Neptune would talk soothingly, and thus this part of the programme was finished. I was then place! upon a board which lay across the top of a large cask filled with salt water. A trumpet was placed to my mouth, and I was told to Bay three times, as loud as I eoidd. "God bless the United States of America." "Louder," shouted Neptune. I was preparing to do m\ very best, when suddenly the old Bea god poured a bucket of salt water int i the m >uth of the trumpet, which came Dear strangling me; at the same instant, the board on which I was turned, and 1 fell into the salt water, feeling sure that I was overb >ar I and all was lost Eorever In a moment, I was drawn out of sk, the bandage was taken from my eyes, and I saw Neptune and knew him. My anger knew no bounds. I cursed and swore, "Hush! Hush!" said he, there are the other boys. .My desire to see them shaved cooled my wrath, and I joined heartily in the spurt.

After this experience, our time past monotonously for many days. At length, the following sad incident occurred: A sailor went up to the foretop to shake out the reefs. A kink in the rope caused him to lose his balance, when he pitched out of the foretops, and falling across the gunwale broke his thigh. The Captain set the broken limb, and arranging a chickencoop, so that it might swing back and forth like a hammock, placed the poor fellow upon it. where he remained for sixty days. When he did get up, he was entirely well, scarcely limping at all. Sad to relate, a few days afterward, by a mistop, the unfortunate man broke his thigh again.

It was our custom to kill a pig once a week. This we generally did on Saturday evenings. It was my business to prepare the head and feet for t e Captain and officers. Our butter was becoming low, and fearing none could be had at our destination, the Captain gave orders that I should use no more of it in preparing the head and feet. When dinner was ready, on the day the above orders were given, I saw the butter was lower than at breakfast, and that the Captain was angry about it. Addressing me, *he said, " I thought I told you not to use any more butter in this way." I replied, " I did not use any. " " I will settle with you after dinner," he said. When the officers had gone on deck, he rang a little bell for me. I went into the cabin, when he addressed me as thus: " Do you still say you did not use the butter?" " I did not use it, Captain," I replied. With a terrible oath, he declared he would make me own it. " Go into the stateroom," he thundered, " and bring me that cat." Returning with it, he bade me remove my roundabout, and then grasping my left wrist, he whipped me until he was tired out, and then stopping to rest, he repeated the question. I responded "no." as before. He then laid on again; stopping to take breath, the question was repeated, and the same answer given. He then declared he would make me own it, or whip me to death. Again the cruel cat was applied; I could noc shed a tear, though my sufferings were excruciating. When I went down to the cabin, I resolved thai should the Cap tain shoot me, I would die rather than toll a lie. But now my resolution began to waver. To be whipped to death seemed so terrible. It was more than I could endure, and feeling that I could last but a few moments more. I said I had taken the butter. I went on deck, and sitting down, began to think of how tenderly I had been raised; of what a good home I had left; of how far I was from it, and of the awful fact that I was helpless in the hands of this inhuman wretch. For a moment, I seriously debated whether it would not be better to take my life then and there. and so put an end to my misery. But better thoughts prevailed. For many weeks, I could not lie upon my back, and to this day L bear the marks of that terrible flogging.

I have often since thought that the awful question of taking my own life was decided in the negative, in part, at least, through the following incident: The day was one of great beauty, and we were sailing at the rate of four or five knots per hour. The Captain said to the mate. "How are the hammocks holding out?" The mate replied, " Many of them are almosl worn out." Directions were accordingly given, that new ones be made from sails not in use. Not long after, the Captain and mate were sitting not far from me. when in reply to the declaration of the mate, that all were sup- plied with hammocks but David, the Captain said, with an oath, " He don't need any, the spars are good enough for him. " I had not up to this moment shed a tear, but this cruel remark opened the fountain, and I wept profusely. For a moment I gave way to anger, and it seemed to afford some relief. Looking at him, in profane language, I declared that upon reaching home, I would waylay him and take his life. I *at once gave up all thoughts of taking my own life, arose and went about my work.

All our pigs had been killed but one; he was to be kept until we came in sight of land. Our grain had given out, and it became my business to provide him something to eat. This I did by catching " boobies," a sea bird about the size of a goose. These silly birds would alight upon the yard-arm, and remain perfectly quiet until I caught them. With these I so long supplied the pig that he came to know their peculiar noise, and would squeal his satisfaction when he heard them. I threw them alive into his pen, and he caught and devoured them without ceremony. When in sight of land, piggy was killed; but judge of our disappoinment to find him so fishy that he could not be eaten. Being utterly useless, we threw the whole overboard.

It was evening when we came in sight of land. We were met by a boat load of natives who had fish to sell. Having purchased some of these, we cleaned them and hung them up to dry; but such was the effect of the climate upon them as to spoil the whole. There being no wharves, we ran into " Man Eater's Island," and anchored some distance from the shore. The natives were a great curiosity to me. I was especially interested in the manner in which they confine a certain class of criminals. A vessel called ' the Galliot is anchored some distance from the shore. Once incarcerated there, they were perfectly secure,since the alligators were so numerous as to make it impossible for any one to swim ashore. Our Captain went to the Harbor Master and hired ten of these prisoners to load our cargo. Their manner of eating was very curious to me. Their food was rice, an article of red color, and altogether siiperior to any I have ever seen in this country. This was prepared by boiling. Each man was provided with a "noggen" and ten sticks about four or five inches long, flattened somewhat at one end; taking the sticks in one hand and holding the noggen in the other, they would eat with great rapidity. When they wished a piece of meat, they used the thumb nail instead of a knife, that article being allowed to grow to a great length.

We found several American ships in the harbor, and enjoyed ourselves very much in meeting with our countrymen, none of whom we had seen for nine months. It was decided to have a large party while we lay there, which was to be held aboard our ship. I, of course, was head cook. I did my very best, and many were the compliments I received for my excellent dinner. One Captain said it was the best dinner he ever ate on the water. Having only money, we had nothing to do but to purchase our cargo. This consisted of pepper, coffee, cloves and camphor. The money expended for this cargo amounted to about fifty thousand Spanish dollars.

After lying at Batavia about fifteen days, we made ready to start on our return voyage. The port was regarded as a very sickly one. The Captain had said that quite possibly one-fourth would be left, but not a single case of sickness occurred. We had taken in rain water enough to fill our hogsheads, as the water of the port was regarded as very unhealthy. Having been for a long time without fresh meat, we determined to secure some at the first opportunity. Accordingly, coming in sight of the Island of Sen- ter, we cast anchor, and sent four men ashore to catch turtles. These were found in incredible numbers. Tho men were instructed to turn them upon their backs, for in that condition they are helpless. In the morning we wont ashore and fastening ropes around their " nippers," drew them into the water and on board the ship. In this way we secured nine very large ones. It was supposed that some would weigh at least fifteen hundred pounds. They laid us many eggs. I think I counted eleven hundred from one. Their eggs are most excellent, as well as their flesh; so that we had fresh meat for many days. Some persons may not know that these animals can use their flippers for both fins and feet, but so it is. Upon the land their flippers am turned backward and upward, and the first joint coming to the ground, is used as a foot. Their gait is awkward and slow.

Thus the time passed pleasantly, though monotonously, as we sailed homeward. All were in excellent health and happy at the thought of soon reaching home. But an event occurred which illustrated the uncertainty of this world's affairs, and our liability to disappointment in this life. "When not more than two weeks from home, we were taken prisoners by a French privateersman, a sloop of war named Bazier. The time about which I am now speaking was during the Presidency of John Adams. The French claimed certain moneys from the United States for funds lent us during the Revolutionary war. Our Government not admitting the claim, they took such of our ships as they found unable to defend themselves. For several i lays the Captain had thought we were in the latitude where the French might be expected. One beautiful afternoon, as we were driving rapidly before the wind, a French sloop was discovered under our lee bow, and we were driving right down upon her. The first intimation we had of immediate danger was the cry of the man on theforetop: "A sail ho!" "Where away?" cried the Captain. "Under the lee bow," was the reply. The Captain took his glass and hurrying to the main top, decided the vessel to be a French sloop of war.

The first mate drew his glass, and decided she was not. The Captain came down and ordered the ship drawn on the wind. The privateersman was at this point about three leagues away; all her sails being furled, she seemed quite small to us; but when we changed our course, her sails were unfurled in a moment, and she gave chase.

She was a very fast runner, and gained upon us so rapidly that at dawn next morning she was plainly visible from our mast-head, right in our wake. At 10 o'clock she was along side, and hailed us, " Ho! where from?" " Batavia." " Where bound?" "Beverly." " What is your cargo?" " Pepper and coffee." "Bon prize," said the Frenchman. The officers came aboard, .overhauled our papers, then drank and caroused until near 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Then the French Captain called out excitedly, "Embark! Embark! on board Bazier to sweet America." We were taken to Cayenne. Our cargo was, of course confiscated, and we were taken to jail. Our treatment was not severe. Sometimes we were taken to the sail lofts to work on sails. So matters continued for about ten months. At the expiration of that time, a Capt. Adams, of Baltimore, hearing that there were some American prisoners at the jail, came to the gate, one morning, and inquired if there was not a little American boy there. He called me to the gate, and inquired if I did not want to get out of there. Of course I replied yes. He took me aboard his ship, and we sailed for Lisbon.

port in time of distress. Oar Captain was not troubled with conscientious scruples, and, knowing his cargo was valuable in Lisbon, he determined to put in there under pretense of distress. The mainmast was somewhat injured, and he arranged to have it carried quite away, by putting on sail. The vessel was forced on her beam ends; every moment the pilot feared a shot from the fort. At length a carpenter was bribed to come on board and condemn the ship. This cost the Captain one hundred guineas. We took great pleasure in viewing the city of Lisbon. Everywhere were plainly visible the effects of the terrible earthquake, which had destroyed millions of property and thousands of lives. The wharves being destroyed, we rowed ashore in a boat. Not a house remained on the old site of the city. It seemed, from appearances, as if the earth, like a thin crust, had broken through wherever there was any considerable weight upon it - other portions being left undisturbed The poverty, wretchedness and superstition of the inhabitants was extreme. Many women nocked around us, having the cross in a box, covered with glass; with this they passed from one to another, asking, " You no care for St. Antoine?" By this means, they expected from each of us a sou. Here I witnessed that cruel sport, a " bull bait. " The day was the Sabbath. I found the seats were sold, as at our theaters. These were circular in form, inclosing a large area. Upon these were seated many thousands of people. Horsemen and footmen were within, for the purpose of worrying and killing the animals. While we were look ing on, one man was killed, but the sad event produced no more feeling than if the victim had been a horse instead of a man. Our attention was especially attracted by twelve men whose business it was to keep the animil-. away from the seats occupied by the King and Queen.

Having disposed of our cargo, we sailed for Hamburg. On the voyage, we came near being cast away between two islands. There had been an easterly swell and a westerly gale; these uniting, the current, into which we were drawn, set with great force toward the land. We were just at dinner; our danger, for a few moments, was indeed very great, but by great exertions we were saved. At Hamburg, I had the pleasure of seeing the King and Queen of Denmark. The King was in a rowboat with a hundred men; the Queen was seated in a sail- boat. The excitement was intense, thousands upon thousands having gathered to witness the imposing scene. Having laid in a cargo of cheese, we sailed for London. Arriving in sight of this great city, many things attracted our attention. One sight, I remember, was harrowing in the extreme. At almost every bend of the river, we beheld a gibbet. In these were hanging criminals, whose bodies were in various stages of decomposition. In all cases they were to hang until the flesh dropped off their bones. Going into the harbor, the Captain ordered a man to run up tho colors. "Which?'1 was asked. ''Danish," was the Captain's reply Now it happened on that very day, an embargo had been laid on all vessels belonging to the Danes. Swedes, Prussians and Russians. Of course we had made a serious mis take. Had we ran up the American colors, all would have been well.

The abuse I there suffered is inexpressible. The press gang, often visited the ship, and tried every means to get me. Sometimes they would threaten, then again they would coax an 1 then try to buy me off,

On one occasion, one of these wretches stole from me a new pair of shoes. I met one of them on shore the next day. and charged him with the theft. He was so indignant that his rage knew no bounds. He swore without stint. I, also was angry, and nothing restrained me but the fact that

I was on foreign soil. My sufferings so deeply impressed me that my feelings of indignation are still aroused at every recollection, though the occurrences were more than seventy years ago.

Our next voyage was from Plymouth to Bordeaux, France. I recall many things that there impressed me deeply. Among others a garden of great beauty near the city. It was said a gentlemen of great wealth had left an immense fortune to his son, who having a strong taste for gardening, had laid out vast sums of money in making this spot the scone of the won der and beauty it was. It was surrounded by a beautiful fence, and also by a hedge. The walks, which were wide enough for two to walk abreast, were also bounded by hedges. These were so accurately trimmed, that the slightest variation from a straight edge could be observed. Every variety of flowers and shrubs grew here. In the center was a curiosity in (he form of a labyrinth. This consisted of many walks with so many windings that we were soon lost. After repeated trials we gave up the effort, seeing we invariably came back to the point of departure. At length, some one more experienced than we, piloted us out. From Bordeaux, we sailed to Barston, Point- Peter and Jacknell. At the latter place occurred an incident, illustrating English feeling against the United States, on the ground of our peaceful attitude toward France, with which England was then at war. A British man-of-war, had been kept cruising around the harbor, and a few days before our arrival an American brig frorn Baltimore was boarded, the brains of the watch were knocked out and the vessel taken to England, simply because she had a French cargo. The cargo, was condemned and the hull liberated. For this reason the authorities sent eighteen marines on board to protect us. -

Just upon the eve of our departure from this port, a circumstance occurred worthy of note. We were in a great hurry to weigh anchor, having been so long from home. It became dark just as the last barrel was to be put aboard. The man whose duty it was to fasten the can-hook to the chimes of the barrel did his work so imperfectly that it held just long enough to be brought over the comb of the hatch, when the hook slipped, letting the barrel fall so hard, as to break one head; the man below sprang forward and raised the barrel in time to save about one-third of the contents, which I have omitted to state, was wine. The crew regarded the accident as a rare good fortune, and determined to drink what was saved. We invited every American in the port. I need not say we drank largely. Befoiv leaving, I met with the Governor of the island, who was a black man. When we met, he politely lifted his hat, and I, of course, returned the salutation. He was regarded as an excellent officer.

At length, we set sail for New York. A run of fourteen days brought us to the city. We anchored in the sound, and there lay at quarantine for many days. True, we had been examined, and pronounced healthy, yet so terribly was the yellow fever prevailing that the authorities feared to allow us to land. Imagine our feelings - we had been six years from home, had endured incredible hardships - now we were in sight of our dear native land, and yet dared not go ashore. But as all things have an end, so had our imprisonment, and we were once more free.

Having been paid off, I bade my shipmates and Capt. Adams farewell. Preferring coin to the paper money I had received, 1 started for the bank to make the exchange. On the way, I stopped at a silversmith's, and bought a watch. Having arranged my money matters, I started for home by way of Philadelphia, by coach. I had never learned the use of money, and never having had so large an amount in my possession, I spent it freely, feeling rich and living high. Reaching the city, I put up at a private room and lived in considerable style, frequenting the barber's, having my hair powdered, wearing a ruffled shirt, and seeking amusements in various ways. Meantime, I just escaped shipping again for a three years' voyage on an East Indiaman. Going aboard, I met the last man just coming from the cabin, having signed his shipping papers. I told the Captain my desire; he said, " Had you been an hour earlier. I could have taken you, but now we are full." The next day a packet arrived, bound for Alexandria, Va. In four or five days, we reached our destination. Approaching the wharf, I narrowly scanned the people on shore, and they seemed to be returning the compliment. Among that crowd on the shore was my brother, who at the time was engaged in driving a team from Frederick County, Va., to Alexandria; neither of us recognized the other.

Being so near the capital, I detei'inined to visit it, and also Georgetown, having often heard my father speak of these cities. I hired a boatman to take me up, but had only gone a short distance when I found I had forgotten my trunk. However, an additional 50 cent piece induced him to return for the missing article. Having looked about Washington as long as 1 desired, I made inquiry at the post office for the direction home. The reply was, that I had better take the stage for a place, the name of which I have forgotten. At that point I tri^d to hire a horse, but no one would trust me. Seeing I could do no better, I started home on foot. I took it very leisurely, greatly enjoying the scenery. My design was to reach home a little after dark, in order to surprise my parents. I aimed to go to Lower Marlboro, there being also a town called Upper Marlboro. It happened I was directed to the upper town, and by that means went five miles out of my way. An old negro directed me to Nottingham. Crossing the fields, I saw a negro coming toward me on a pony. Accosting him, I said, "Old man, what will you take to carrv me to Nottingham?" " Can't do it, raassa." "Why?" "Hoss too small." " I'm small, too." " You can't ride. " "I will." "If you must, give me a dollar." Handing him the money, I jumped on behind, and rode into Nottingham.

The ferry-boat was just pushing off as I reached the river. My father - as I supposed - was living on the other side. I cried out to the ferryman to stop. The people, hearing me, were alarmed, and ran to their doors to see what was the matter. One man asked, "Are you a mechanic?" I answered " No." Then, seeing the boat was gone, I inquired if he knew Mr. Watson. " Very well," he replied, " Walter Watson moved up the country one hundred miles. He was down two weeks ago, with a drove of horses. Who are you ?" I told him my name, and be asked if I had not an uncle in that place. I replied I had, but I did not know where he was now. He said, " Come along with me, and I will show you his house." Reaching the dwelling, I entered without ceremony. My aunt not recognizing me, was much surprised to see me walk across the room and deliberately hang up my hat. I then made myself known. My dear aunt was overjoyed, and the servants who had known me rushed into the room and manifested their joy, in true negro style. The evening was spent in giving an account of my adventures by sea and land. The next morning. I crossed the river in the ferry-boat, in order to visit another uncle. While crossing, I gave the boatman some account of my voyages. Reaching the shore, I saw a man with two horses, whom I knew to be a friend of my father's. I spoke to him, calling him by name. He seemed scarcely to notice me, and spoke slightingly; not knowing me, I did not stop to explain, being stung by his coldness. He inquired of the boatman my name. Having learned who I was, he went to my aunt's and got the whole history of my voyages, and being then on his way to my father's, he was the first to tell them of my return. Going to my uncle's, I found him and his two sons at work in the fields. Having told him my name, he called the boys, who came running to greet me, and, gathering me up in their arms, carried me, pack and all. into the house. My aunt, upon seeing me, gave thanks to God: "See," said she to her husband, the goodness of God in preserving this child. " All were melted into tears. Several days were spent with these dear friends. Nothing could exceed their kindness. The boys furnished me with the best horse and saddle the place afforded, while I, in turn, furnished them a great deal of amusement by my awkward attempts to keep my place in the saddle. Sometimes, they would suddenly start on a rapid trot, while I could scarcely hold on, even at a slow walk.

In a few days, my father sent a cousin for me, with a horse. Returning to the point where I left my trunk, I found no one wanted to buy it, and, as I would not give it away, it was a serious question how to manage it. 1 proposed to my cousin that a circingle which he had brought with him, be put through the handles of the trunk and that it be strapped to my back. Thus mounted, I had not gone two rods before down came trunk, rider and all. Being determined to succeed, I remounted, and, by bracing myself in the stirrups with all the skill I could command, we reached Alexandria, where the trunk was left for my brother to carry home at his next trip. We then started directly for my father's, Frederick County, Va.

On the way, we met with my brother, in company with Jonathan Minshall, who afterward became my brother-in-law, on their way to Alexandria with their teams. Near by the place of our meeting was a little public house. We were so ignorant as to know no better way to express our joy than to turn aside there, and eat and drink all the proprietor had.

It was late in the evening when we reached home, where we found the whole family had gathered, expecting us. At the bark of the dog, all ran to the door. Imagine the joy all felt at the return of the long-lost son.

For several days but little was done, besides listening to my tales of wonder. Young people came from a great distance to see the sailor boy and hear him talk.

In the fall of 1803, a protracted meeting was held at Newtown, by the Rev. James Quinn and the Rev. Mr. Mathews. The meeting became one of great interest and power, so much so that many people attended from distant towns and counties. Two of my sisters were converted dur ing the early part of the meeting, and also two of my younger brothers. An older brother and myself would accompany the rest to the church and then going to the tavern, would spend our time there until the service closed. My eldest sister threatened to inform father of this fact. This, we felt, would never do, so we consented to go into the church with them, having agreed among onrselves to slip out and return before the meeting closed. When our two younger brothers were converted, we were greatly enraged. As for the girls, we said, they were older and could do as they pleased; but the boys, we believed, were frightened into their religion. One day we determined that, should such excitement occur that night as we had before witnessed, we would enter the house and bring our brothers out. Accordingly, we took ou: stations at the door. Soon the interest became intense; the people became very happy, and many of them gave expressions to their feelings of joy, in songs and exclamations of praise to God. With an oath, we started forward. I had agreed to take one and my brother the other. We kept close together until we came near to where they were standing. The boys were some distance apart. I remember reaching for my little brother, and asking, "What are you doing here?" He looked at me and I saw the tears of joy rolling down his face as he said, "David, my soul is happy." I emember no more - nothing as to where I was or the flight of time - until I was clapping my hands and shouting, "Glory to God." My brother also failed to do as he intended, but he succeeded in reaching the door. I here record the fact that Jonathan Minshall was converted at the same meeting.

During the time intervening between this and the following New Year's, my brother tried every means to discourage us, being determined to get us back into the world. Some time after this meeting there was a camp-meeting held at a place called the " White House, " a distance about twenty miles from us. We attended that meeting. My brother James was greatly opposed to our going, and determined to secure a load for Alexandria, so that the team should be engaged. At length father interposed his authority. James could do nothing more than nurse his anger, which he continued to do. The meeting was an excellent one. Upon our return, James tried to disturb me by ridicule, using such language as " How much grace did you get? " " I suppose all the tears shed there could be put into a small bottle," etc , etc. He continued his opposition until New Year's Day, 1805 At that time, Rev. Mr. Phelps held a watch-night meeting at his house. James attended. Rev. William Hughes, a step- son of Father Phelps, preached. During the preaching, I saw James trembling. At first I supposed it to be ague, but soon I saw him praising God; the lion had become a lamb, and the bitter scoffer had become a professor of religion. This was Saturday evening. On Sabbath morning there was a love-feast at Newtown. James attended, much to the surprise of the people, very few knowing of the change he had experienced. After a few had spoken, he arose to give his testimony. Every word seemed to come from the depths of his heart; a Divine power seemed to fall upon all present; all wished to hear his experience, and yet they could scarcely restrain their joy.

In the spring of 1805, my father purchased a lease of a Mr. Helphenstine, which I went to see, expecting that brother James and I would farm it. After looking around the farm, I went to the house, and there saw the girl whom I afterward married. Her mother was dead, and she, only ten years of age, was acting as housekeeper. She politely offered me a chair; we had some general conversation, during which I resolved that if I could succeed I would make her my wife when the proper time had come.

About this time my attention was turned to the West, especially to Ohio. I knew there was better land there than that we were farming. One day I said to father, let us go to Ohio. You have always been a renter here, and have paid rent enough to buy a farm there. We are all working hard and accomplishing but little. At first be tried to persuade me not to think of it, but seeing how anxious I was, he consented to my going, saying if I was pleased with the country he would go, too. Mr. Helphenstine was going West, which I frankly confess increased the attraction. Ho had four horses and I had one, which just made a team. Accordingly we united, and without any special incident, reached Chillicothe, Ohio, in October, 1805, where we remained until January.

lay "warrants" and divide lands. Mr. Helphenstine and myself accompanied the Colonel as assistants. We remained with him until the 14th day of February. On the morning we were about finishing the survey of the 1,700 acres on which I now live, the Colontd said there was a mistake of 100 acres in the survey. We did not wish to run it over again, and Mr. Helphenstine proposed that I should buy it, and thus the survey could stand as it was. I replied, "I have nothing to buy it with." " Yes,'' the Colonel said, " there is your horse, how much is he worth? " I replied, "one hundred dollars." The Colonel took him at that price. I then gave my watch for $20, which left me in debt $60. I afterward worked oue $20 more. The Colonel had some prairie land in the neighborhood, which he wished broken up, which I agreed to do for $10, on the condition that I should have as much more land as I needed for $2 per acre. We carried the chain on our return to Chillicothe, and having measured fifteen miles from the point of our departure, we came to the cabin of a Mr. Oxford, where we spent the night. In the morning I asked what he would take for that lease, and give possession the following October. He agreed to take the making of 2,000 rails, which offer I accepted. The next day we reached Chillicothe.

In March, we built a cabin about three miles from the city. There I spent the summer and raised a crop of corn, getting one-third of it for my labor. I worked out what I could, for the purpose of getting money enough to return to Virginia. I started back the last day of September, 1806. I found all my friends in good health, and fully prepared to accompany me to Ohio. There were thirty-nine of my connection in the company; of this number, I am the only survivor, April, 1870. There were six or seven wagons, my own taking the lead. We reached Chillicothe, about the last of October. Father moved at once to the place I had rented for him, and Jonathan Minshall and family accompanied him. A few days after our arrival, Jonathan purchased 100 acres of land lying alongside of mine. Some time about the last of December, he and I built a log cabin for him. This was the first house built in this part of the country. We completed it about the 12th of January, 1807. We returned to Chillicothe, and after a few days, probably about the seventeenth of the month, he moved into his new house, and I came with him. No more moved into our part of the country until the following March.

The preacher on the Chillicothe Circuit, had established a society at my father's house, making that the limit of his work on the north. Brother Minshall, his wife, and I, felt our spiritual destitution sadly, Cuming away from the privi leges which we enjoyed in Virginia. I proposed to visit father and consult with him about the matter. When I laid the matter before my father, he said, it could hardly be expected that the preacher would extend his work to embrace us, since it would be compelling him to ride thirty miles to preach to us three. Rev. Mr. Lakin was told of the want wo had expressed, and left word that if one of us would be there at his next round, he would accompany us, and preach in our cabin. Accordingly Brother Minshall went down and brought him up, and he preached the firsl Methodist sermon ever preached in this part of the country. Brother Minshall, his wife and myself, formed the first class, Brother M. being appointed leader. And it may be said of the members of this class, that there were no absent marks against their names.

About two years after this time, father moved up and built a cabin just across the brook from where my house now stands. Preaching was then appointed at his house, where it continued until mother's death, in 1822.

This sad event occurred quite suddenly. Brother Minshall being at quarterly meeting at the time, word was ^ent him to bring the Presiding Elder to preach the funeral discourse. His name was Rev. John Strange, Rev. D. Davidson being preacher in charge. After dinner, he said to me. Brother Watson, you must have preaching at your house now. I said, " I' don't know, we are so poor." My wife said. " We will do the best we can." Brother Davidson replied. "That is all we ask." During the twenty-nine years that intervened, between the organization of the first class and the building of the church now standing at Newport, we bad faithful ministers and many excellent meetings. I remember one meeting in particular, of four days' continuance, at which twenty-four persons joined the church at one evening service. This meeting was held by Alexander Morrow.

Before passing from this subject, I wish to record the following inci dent: Some years after preaching was established here. Rev. J. B. Finley was sent on to the district as Presiding Elder. He would often stop with us, on his way to his quarterly meetings in London. One day while plowing. I looked up and saw Brother Einley and Rev. Z. A. Morris, afterward Bfshop Morris, coming up the road. They stopped at the house, and I left my team to go and welcome them, and take care of their horses. After dinner, I excused myself and returned to my work Shortly afterward. Brother Finley came out to the field; as he came within hearing he said, " O. Brother Watson, if I had nothing to do but plow, how easy I would feel! " " Why " I said, " What have you to do now? " " This day " said he, " I have a family of twenty-one orphans to feed and clothe, beside the care of the church over which I am placed. " He then requested me to go and tell my neighbors that there would be preaching at my house this evening, saying, " I will plow, until you return." So he went to plowing, and I started off to publish the appointment. A large congregation assembled to hear the word. A dancing- master had, that week, formed a class in London. When I told Finley of it, he turned to Brother Morris and said. " Brother Morris, you owe me a roundy sermon and must preach it to-morrow. " Brother Morris did not say whether he would or not. but Sabbath morning, he did as requested. The sermon was a close, practical discourse on dancing, which the dancing-master had the privilige of hearing, being present

Perhaps, just here, better than elsewhere. 1 may record the fact that it was once my pleasure to meet Bishop Asbury. About the year 18 lb, a camp-meeting was held on the ground now occupied by the town of Mechanicsburg.

Bishop Asbury. came in a carriage from Urbana, and preached on Sabbath at 1 1 o'clock A. M. I remember his appearance very distinctly, though it was fifty-two years ago.

He was very feeble, so much so that he sat during the delivery of a part of the sermon; his hair was remarkably white. The preachers knew of his coming, and had prepared for him a very comfortable tent. This was the last visit of the bishop to the West.

On July 28, 1807, I started for Franklinton to secure a marriage license. My intended's father gave me an instrument of writing testifying to his willingness that the marriage should occur.

On the way I went in sight of Col. Langam's cabin, near where London now stands; he called to me, and asked where I was going; I told my desti- nation and the object of my journey; he asked if I had any testimonials, and when I showed him what 1 had, he said his name might be of some use, and so he put it down, and I continued my journey.

And now commenced a series of difficulties which severely taxed my courage and patience. I had tied my overcoat behind the saddle; by some means the strings which were of tow, either wore out, or became untied, and my overcoat was lost. The road being obscure, and the grass being very high. I knew there was scarcely any chance of finding it. and hence kept on, following a path made by cattle, until I reached Georgesville, intending to secure the services of a Justice of the Peace living there.

Reaching his cabin, I tied my horse to the fence, went in, and much to my distress, found that the Justice had drank so deeply as to be unable to hold intelligible conversation with me. I determined to continue my journey and return so early as to find him sober.

Going to untie my horse, I found to my horror, that a cow had so injured the bridle that it seemed to me impossible to use it; however, I repaired damages as best I could, and pushed on to Frauklinton. There I made my business known to the clerk of the court, Lyne Starling, and how did my heart sink when he informed me that my testimonials were not sufficient. In vain, I assured him all was right. There was a penalty of $1,500 for issuing a license without a full proof that all was right. I started for the door with a sad heart, when the Clerk called me back, ami asked to see my papers again. After looking at them a moment he said, " Seeing Col. Langam's name is on your recommendation, I will issue the license." I received the document with great joy, supposing my troubles were well-nigh over.

I went to Gen. Foos' Hotel to stay all night, telling him I wished to pay my bill before retiring, as I must start quite early. I soon went to bed but not to sleep much.

Very early in the morning I found my gray horse and started for Georgesville, determined to find the Justice before he had time to take his morning dram. But alas, for all human expectations, he was too quick for me. I found him in a worse condition than he had been in the evening before. After much fruitless effort to get him started, he said, " Stranger, go home," repeating his order three times ''and bring your girl here, and 1 will marry you, and you shall love her better than any man ever loved his wife in the world." I replied, " I love her well enough to marry her." I then asked, if he could not direct me to another Justice. Staggering to the door, he gave me the direction to Esquire Gotes. I took the direction indicated and found the cabin late in the afternoon. Much to my disappointment, however, I found that Justice's horse was out on the barrens: he started to find the animal, and I was left to put in the time as best I could. I walked back and forth in the yard, every few moments stopping to look for the returning horse, and listen for the bell. The moments rolled away slowly, and still nothing was seen of the horse or its owner. I went into an old corn crib, and rolled and tumbled about there for a long time. At length, when I was about to despair, the Esquire returned with a borrowed horse; hastily changing his clothing, he mounted and gave the order to go on as fast as I chose.

Now, thought I, my troubles are over; I felt light as a feather and happy as a bird. Suddenly the thought struck mo that I might not have money enough to pay the Justice for the marriage ceremony. Quick as lightning, my spirits sank to zero. I thought, what shall I do? I had but $2 and that was borrowed. I did not know of any one that I could borrow a cent. I felt that the Justice would trust me, if he only lived in my neighborhood, but living so far away, 1 could not expect him to do that.

Several times, I fell back, determined to know the worst, but my heart would fail me. Then I would conclude to keep quiet about it until the ceremony was over; then if his price should be too high, I would be married at any rate. At length, I could endure the suspense uo longer, and decided to know the worst if it killed me. " Esquire " said I, " what do you generally charge for performing a marriage ceremony." "The law allows me $2" he replied. "Good" thought I. "I'm safe." All my gay feelings returned, and we journeyed on We reached home an hour before sundown.

The wedding occurred July 29, 1807. My wile's name was Mary Helphenstine, and she was born March 5, 1793. I went half a mile further to get my clothes, and was married in true backwoods style. My roundabout was of nankeen, being the remnants of a suit presented me by my supercargo in Germany. We went to my father's, where we spent a few days, then commenced housekeeping in a cabin belonging to a Mr. Smith, standing where my son Samuel now lives.

Mr. Smith and his family proved to be very strange people. He came to the settlement with a family of three sons and one daughter. When he had cleared about eight acres of land, and things began to look home-like about him, his children suddenly left him, he pretending not to know why they had left him or where they had gone. He had said to me that if I would marry Polly, we could come and live with him and use what he had about the house. This kind offer had been accepted; all had thus far gone well. On a certain day, wife and I had gone over to Brother Minshall's to assist in killing some pigs. Some time during the day, we had observed a wagon at the house and wondered what it could be. Returning home in the evening, we found the house empty. Smith had left as unceremoniously as his children had done before him. Our distress was great, indeed. Wife asked with tears, "What shall we do?" I reminded her that we had some corn meal; that I could make a trough in a fewiminutes, and she could mix her dough in that; that we could roast our meat and live well. "But," 6he asked; " what shall I heat water in?"' I thought of a Mr. Withrow, who was camping out a short distance above us, and of having seen an iron kettle in his possession. I concluded to go up and see if I could borrow it. Upon telling him our troubles, he lent us the kettle with pleasure. Thus we managed, though suffering many privations, to get through the winter.

A Mr. Groves came into the neighborhood and spent the winter with us He had a few articles necessary for housekeeping; in addition to these. I borrowed two knives and forks, made one out of buck-horn, my shoe knife made the number even - three knives and three forks. A chesl served us for a table. A short time after commencing housekeeping, my wife received the first present ever made us. She had spent the day in visiting Bister Minshall; when she came to leave in the evening, wife's sister said she had nothing fit to make her a present of; "but." said she, "here is a cloth that will do to wipe your dishes." Wife declared she could not have given her anything that would have been more acceptable.

and a Mr. Huffman had a settlement of business matters, in which the Colonel came out just $00 in debt. He told me of the debt and requested that I would give my note to Mr. H. for that amount, saying that he would wait upon me until it was convenient to pay it. I hesitated, because I had not, as yet, received a deed for my land. My father-in-law stated that he had authority to make me a deed and would do so at any time. 1 therefore gave my note, payable on demand. Mr. Huffman wont to Chillicothe; put the note into the hands of an attorney, by the name of Brush, with orders to have it collected as soon as possible. Of this fact, however, I remained in blissful ignorance until a writ was served upon me by the Sheriff'. Mr. Groves nobly offered to go my security on the docket, and I went to work to make the money as speedily as possible, which was very slow, indeed. Having secured $13 of the amount, I went, in company with the Sheriff, to pay it. Col. Brush had just arisen from bed, and was washing himself. The Sheriff said I had brought $13 of the amount of that note, and asked if he should take it. "Yes," said Brush, "take all you can get." " Colonel, "said I, "can't you give me a little more time on that note. " Not another minute; not another minute," said he, shaking his linger at me. We turned away, and the Sheriff informed me that my horse was advertised for saie at the court house, and he feared that I would be imprisoned. I made up my mind that 1 would never go there alive, and so told the Sheriff. He promised to do all in his power for me, and, if possible, stave the m alter .off until another court. I mounted my horse and, ridiug by Col. Brush, on his way to the court room, made my way home.

By all possible industry and economy, we succeeded, during the several months following, in saving $12 more. I was almost afraid to trust myself with the money, and hence took it over to my father, asking him to keep it for mo, telling him what it was designed for. Some days afterward, Col. Langarn called upon my father and stated that he was fooling badly, because some parties who owed him had failed to pay him, and was much distressed for a little money. He asked my father if he had any that he could lend him. Father said he had the little I had put in his hands for safe keeping. The Colonel pledged his honor to return it before the next court. At length father was prevailed upon to let him have the money.

When I was made acquainted with this fact, I expressed my fears that il would not be forthcoming, but my father assured me there was no ground for uneasiness. But when the court came on, these fears were realized. One day a horseman rode up to my father's door and asked for David Watson. Being within hearing, I stepped forward, and said that my name was David Watson. It was then about 10 o'clock in the forenoon. The man assured me if I was not in Franklinton before noon it would bo a sorry time for me. I asked if the money had not been paid. He said it had not, and ho was sent for me. I knew if I could see Col. Langam there would be some way out of the difficulty; but he had gone to Chillicothe. AVe agreed to meet at the Esquire' s office that night, who was living with Col. Langam. I went over, but the Colonel had not yet returned; and his son assured me he could do nothing for me. I agreed to accompany the Sheriff in the morning. Starting for home, I heard the bars fall, and looking up whom should I see but Col. L., with Judge Scott and other gentlemen from Chillicothe. I told him of the difficulty into which he had brought me. He heard me through, with the utmost coolness, and then said, " the Esquire may examine my papers, and he will find your receipt. The papers were examined, and at the bottom of a large bundle my receipt was found. How eagerly I grasped it, and what a load was lifted from my heart! The Deputy Sheriff wanted to take it, but I had suffered so much I would not give it to any one. Thus was the trouble settled, and I was once more free.

The following spring we raised a cabin for Mr. Groves, where Mr. Evans now lives. After the logs were up, I said to the friends standing near me: "I wish I had as good a house as that." Some one desired to know where I wanted it. I told him I wanted it about one mile west, on the creek. I was then asked if I would be there the next morning; and upon my replying in the affirmative, all agreed to meet there at that time and assist me. The company met according to agreement, and we put up my first cabin - twelve by twelve feet. It was small, indeed, but large enough to contain our household goods, with room to spare.

The following items composed our outfit: One spinning wheel; my shoe bench; one bed; a few stools, and the table before referred to. Into this new home, all our own, we moved, February 12, 1808.

In the fall of 1808, a camp-meeting was held on Hay Run, near Chilli cothe. Brother Minshall and his family, my wife and myself attended together. On Saturday, Brother M. came to me. and asked if I had any quarterage. I replied: "Yon know how poor I am-" and putting my hand in my pocket, I drew out all the money I had - 37 1 cents - and said, "take what you think I ought to give, if it is the whole." He took 25 cents, saying, "I will take this, and may be God will convert Polly to-night." Surn enough my wife was converted that night.

When the meeting closed, we went to Chillicothe, being desirous of purchasing some household goods, and also some clothing. You ma}' imagine my feelings when I thought of my depleted purse, and saw the many things we so sadly needed. I went to the little store of James Mc Clintock, whom I had known in Vii'ginia, and spoke to him of my wants, adding, but I am poor, and see no prospect of paying you He generously told me to give myself no uneasiness about that, but to take just what I wanted. As it was then nearly night, he kindly suggested that we bring our bedding into the store, use such groceries as we needed, adding, in the morning you shall take such as you want of my goods. This generous offer was thankfully accepted, and we returned to our little home very happy.

And now began a series of events which led to my being able to cancel this indebtedness, with some others that I had contracted. Jonathan Mm shall had a friend in the East, who was by pi'ofession a school teacher. This friend desired to come West and purchase a home. A short tinn> before the occurrences above alluded to, a Quaker, who owned a small tract of land near to mine, desired to go to some friends near Richmond, Ind.. and gave his land and cabin to Minshall and myself for moving him. Ther-i was a legacy coming to Brother Minshall from some friend in Philadelphia With his share of that, the school teacher bought this piece of land. With this money I paid James McClintock for the goods bought of him, and also canceled some other obligations I had contracted, and had $9 remain ing. With this surplus money I bought three calves. Thus far the Lord had brought me on. We were out of debt, in our own house, owne I three calves, had good health, and better than all, my dear wife was converted. Surely the Scripture was confirmed. " He that goeth forth weep ing, bearing precious Beed, shall doubtless come again, with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."

My dear mothi-r died January lS'J'J, and my father six months afterward, viz., June 11, 1822. It had long been his wish and prayer that he might outlive mother, and then speedily follow her. His wish was granted. Lovely and beautiful were they in thoir lives, and in death they were not long divided. My father's funeral was preached by Rev. William Simmons.

In the spring of 1810. Madison County was formed, and Commissioners appointed to select a county seat. The present site of London was selected. The land belonged at that time to John Murfin. My father bought four lots, two in and two out lots. Three houses were built the following spring, one of which I helped to build. Rev. Father Sutton, living here at the time, built one of them, which stood until a short time since. By this time we began to raise more than we needed for our immediate use - such as butter, eggs and vegetables. These I occasionally carried to our new county seat for sale, being the first one to do so

I wish hastily t<> record my connection with the war of 1812. In those days all able-bodied men between the ages of eighteen and forty-live, were required to muster once a month, and to meet for general muster once a year. Expecting a call to active service, our Captain had divided us into classes of eight in number. We were soon called out to build a block-house at Mill Creek, near Marysville, Ohio. "We spent four weeks there, and as we could see no signs of trouble from the Indians, we returned home. I made up my mind not to try to secure a substitute, nor in any way avoid going when I svas needed. Soon we were called to Sandusky. On the way we met an express with the command to return. Several weeks were quietly spent at home. One day the Captain came with the word that I must go again. We hurried to Sandusky, arriving there at noon the day after the battle. It was decided to discharge 4,000 men, leaving 3,000 still in the held. I was among those that remained, and returned with others to Franklinton. Two wagon loads of us had been taken down with the measles, and were hauled home.

While in camp at Franklinton, I had formed the acquaintance of Mother Beam, as she was familiarly called. She had known my parents in Virginia, and said she was a member of the same class. While returning sick with the measles, I encouraged myself with the thought of meeting her, feeling sure she would receive me kindly arid give me a chance to rest. Crawling out of the wagon and hurrying with what strength I had, I went to call on Mother B. At every step I felt stronger. Just before reaching the door I heard loud talking, as if there was a gale of some kind within. At the door she met me coldly, when the following conversation occurred : " Can I come in?" "There is a large house,'' pointing across the way. With a sad heart 1 started across the way to the large house. Just before reaching there I saw a fellow-soldier refused the privilege of stopping. Returning, Mrs. B. asked, " Did you not get permission?" I replied I saw a fellow-soldier refused who was as good as I was, and concluded it was useless for me to try. I reminded her thai I was small, and would get into a corner and occupy as little room as possible. She declared if I stayed at her house I would be in the way. However, I concluded not to go away until ordered to do so, and setting my knapsack down and leaning against the door, I spoke a pleasant word as often as opportunity offered A length she offered me a chair, which I accepted with thanks. In a short time supper was ready, and sne asked me if I would not have some. I feared to decline lest the invi- . tation should not be repeated, and under the circumstances I did not like to accept. While I hesitated she said. " You had better do so.'" I very gladly accepted. After supper a kind of bed was shown me. which I reached by climbing a ladder to the second story. In the morning I was so stiff, it seemed for a time that I could not get up; but after several attempts I succeeded in doing so. I went to headquarters, got my discharge, and started home. On the way I gave out, but being assisted by my companions to a house near by, I was refreshed by a night's rest, and reached home the next day. Thus ended my experience in the war of 1812.

From 1818 to 1824, I was employed to distribute the laws through this western district - a territory embracing some fifteen counties. During my long and tedious journeys, many amusing incidents occurred Among many that I might record, I select the following: Once, when on my going to the western part of my work, I stayed overnight with a Quaker, who lived a short distance below Wilmington. He told me that the next night I would be among the horse -thieves of the Miami Valley. During the next day, I was much troubled with reflections upon what the old gentleman said. As the evening drew near, I found these troublesome impressions increased in frequency and intensity. The surroundings were well calculated to deepen such thoughts. For long intervals, I saw no one, not even a dwelling:. When I came within hearing: of the waters of the river, I felt, surely, this is the place.

About dark, I came to where a new road turned off to the left. A short distance before me, on the main road, I could see a cabin; I was about to leave my team in the road to go and inquire the right way, when a large, rough-looking man came out of the cabin, and, walking up to one of my horses, said, with an oath, " That's a fine horse." Then he looked at the whole team before speaking to me, or apparently noticing me. At length, he addressed me thus: " Good evening." " Good evening," I replied. "What are you loaded with?" " Laws," said I. " Laws? laws?" he repeated, "have they nothing else to do but to haul laws?" " I don't know what they have to do," I said, " but I am loaded with laws." "Can I stay all night with you?" I asked. "Yes, sir," he replied. "Have you any feed?" "Yes, sir. " Ah, thought I, you wish to deceive me. If I stop with you, I will be in the Miami before morning. " How far to the next house?" I inquired. "'Three miles," he said. "But you can't get there to-night. " " Why?" I saw a road leading in that direction." " That was a road for a two-horse wagon. It won't admit of the passing of a four- horse wagon." " We'l," said I, "I believe I will try it." "You may try it, but you will never get through," he said. Accordingly, I started full of fears, imagining danger at every step. It seemed to me, my horses were my only friends. Speaking to them as if they were intelligent beings, I promised them extra care, provided they took me safely through.

I soon found difficulty. When but a short distance on the new road, my wheel struck a tree, and I was fast. I unhitched my leaders, fastened them to the l>ack part of (ho wagon, drew it back some distance, then hitch ing them to the wheel, I drew it as far from the tree as necessary, replaced my horses, and, with all possible care and perseverance I soon came to clearing, and saw a light through the window of a cabin. Going to the door, I asked the woman if I could stay all night. Hor husband not beine; in at the moment, she could not tell me. certainly. Turning to my horses, I met her husband. " Can I stay all night with you?" Yes, sir; glad to see you.** Ah, thought I again, so would any horse-thief be glad, tinder the circumstances. However, I male up my mind to -top with the man. and take the chances My hoi's.'- were well taken care of, and I had a good night's rest. After having completed my work, 1 presented my bill, and it may be mentioned, as an illustration of the financial condition of the State in that early day, that there was not money enough in the treasury to pay me.

In the fall after I moved into my house, the brook, now running near to where I live, suddenly disappeared some distance above this point, and did not re-appear for a considerable distance. We were put to considerable trouble to secure water. It never occurred to us to dig for it, and since there were no springs we were compelled either to carry it from the point above us where it disappeared, or below us, where it appeared again. And as I did not own a bucket, all must be carried in what was called a " piggin," a sort of little tub without a bail. In the spring I noticed the water standing around in pools, and the thought struck me that plenty could be secured by digging for it. I therefore dug a few feet and found abundance of good water near the surface. That first well is still to be seen.

When I first came to this part of the country, the Indians were numerous. They often came near my cabin, and my association with them was quite intimate. I will relate two or three incidents with which the Indians had some connection, as illustrative of their character. One day while I was digging trenches in which to plant apple and peach seeds, an old Indian woman came and sat down near me. It was said she was one hundred and five years old. She remained perfectly quiet until I had finished my work. When I arose up from my work she left her seat, and, coming close up to me, patted me on the back and said, " Bye and bye you have heap, heap." at the same time turning around and motioning with her hand. She doubtless meant to assure me that the time would come when I would own a great quantity of land. This occurred in 1807.

During the years 1807 and 1808, we went all the way to Chillicothe to mill, not knowing of any one nearer. I asked Capt. Johnny, an old Indian, if he did not know of a mill near to us. He said there was one on the Miami somewhat nearer. I offered to give him $1.50 if he would blaze a path from my house to the mill. I recollect as if it was yesterday his coining up from his camp, a short distance below, to commence his work. He was a very large man, and came up the creek smoking, and puffing the clouds of smoke above his head. He struck his hatchet into an oak that stood near the cabin, and then started as straight as a bee-line for Clifton, the location of the mill, a distance of about twent}r miles. Just here 1 think I ought to speak of the first grist I «-ver sent to mill. It will give the young people of to-day some idea of how we began life in this country. On a certain day my father was going over to the neighborhood of the mill on horseback. I asked him if he could not take a pair of saddle-bags along. Upon his assuring me that he could. I put a peck of wheat into one end of the saddlebags and a peck of rye into the other, this being the amount of grain then ready for grinding.

Some time during the year L808, E was helping to prepare some timbei with which Mr. Withrow intended to build a house. On my way home in the evening, I passed the Indian camp. The hunters had just returned with some excellent venison. Seeing an Indian with whom I was well acquainted, I offered to wrestle with him for some of the game. He declined, giving as a reason that his ankle, which some time before he had injured by falling from a tree, still pained him. There1 was a very large fellow near by. who. having heard the conversation, accepted my offer. He was very unpopular with the tribe, being a lazy, good-for-nothing sort of a fellow. He was almost twice as large as myself, but I knew he was slow and clumsy.

I threw him very quickly. No sooner had he struck the ground than the Indians set up a great shout at his expense, which greatly enraged my antagonist. While I was talking, he slipped up behind me and threw me with s\ich violence as greatly to injure my breast, which retained the soreness produced thereby for a long time. After reaching home, some nice portions of venison were sent me in recognition of my skill in throwing the big Indian.