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A THANKSGIVING POEM
BY JOSEPHINE POLLARD

Thanksgiving! When Ellie heard it she knew very well what it meant,
For always at Grandma Spicers’ Thankgiving day had been spent,
With aunts and uncles and cousins, dogs, cats, and pumpkin pies
And nuts and apples, frolicsome games, and many a glad surprise.

Is “Fank-givin’-day tomorrer?” over and over again
Ellie would ask her parents, begging them to explain
How many days and weeks must pass, and endeavor to make it clear
Why Thanksgiving day at grandma’s came only once in a year.

The Governor’s proclamation, for the good of the nation planned,
Little Effie was much too young and too flighty to understand,
But she comprehended the meaning of preparations to start
For Grandma Spicer’s; and no one could have a more thankful heart.

But this year the floods had broken away the barriers strong,
And over the roads and the meadows went roaring and rushing along.
Bearing away the bridges, and whatever else there might be
In their track; and the narrow streamlet stretched out to the great wide sea.

There were lives lost, too, in the torrent that was all the while being fed
By the great black clouds that hung like a mantle of gloom o’erhead.
And as soon as the sun shone out again the dismal troop to disperse
Men gathered in solemn crowds, and said, “Thank God that it is no worse!”

Ellie had heard her father say, as he brushed away a tear,
That he wouldn’t be able to travel about very much this year,
And the little maiden thought ‘twould be a bitter drop in her cup
If the visit to Grandma Spicer’s had to be given up.

For how could they keep Thanksgiving all alone by themselves,
Even with lots of pleasant things spread out on the pantry shelves?
And how could Grandma Spicer give thanks in a proper way
If none of them went to see her, to help her keep the day?

Thus reasoned the little maiden, who grew very sad and sedate,
As if a puzzle were twisting itself about in her curly pate,
And as she’d been always cheerful and rather to romps inclined,
‘Twas feared that her father’s troubles had worried the baby mind.

‘Twas the day before Thanksgiving, as searching the place around,
From garret to cellar, from barn to shed, little Effie could not be found,
And all the treasures that had been swept away in the vast abyss,
Though grievous to lose, could not compare with a loss as great as this.

She was surely stolen from them like poor little  Charles Ross,
And Lizzie Seldon! God pity the bearers of such a cross;
They sought for her in the dismal swamp, and off by the lonely church;
They looked in the well, and, as night came on, with ???????us kept up the search.

In a village some two miles distant was Grandma Spicer’s abode.
And the way to it was over a rugged and lonesome road,
And Effie father and mother drove over to tell their sorrow,
And the reason why in fasting and prayer they’d have to spend the morrow.

And Grandma’s eyes had a twinkle in them as she scaredly said,
“Well, now you’re so worn and weary, you’d better go to bed;
Those only are worthy the sweet who have tasted the bitter drink,
And it may be the dawn is breaking — is nearer now than you think.”

They close their door of the chamber, heavy and sick at heart;
In the festival of the morrow determined to take no part;
And turning they saw — what was in — the old-fashioned trundle bed,
And there, asleep on the pillow, their own little curly-head!

“Effie! Effie!” the mother screamed, “I have found my child at last,”
“Effie! Effie!” the father cried, his tears coming thick and fast;
And all that the naughty maiden said, as she quietly sucked her thumb,
Was, “It’s Fanksgivin’-day to-morrow, and gran’ muver said you’d come.”

Oh that was rare? Thanksgiving! the lifting of soul above,
The things of earth to the thought of God’s goodness and infinite love;
And when the story of floods and misfortunes the group rehearse,
Each looks in a dear one’s face and feels there are tricks that might be worse.

And when Effie had told her story — the trouble some little elf –
How she started all night for grandma’s, and suddenly lost herself,
And how scared she was, with many a ‘oving kiss and embrace
They forgave the little “goosie” that started this wild-goose chase.

Cambridge Jeffersonian (Cambridge, Ohio) Nov 27, 1884

I hope to blog out my thoughts about EmergingUmc2: Restoring Missional Methodism over the next several days.  Here is my second attempt to summarize my experience at the conference. Here is my blog post from yesterday about the conference.

After our walking/missional tour of downtown Indianapolis, we returned to the church, had lunch, and finished up the official part of our Friday at EmergingUMC2.

We spent that afternoon talking about the early Methodists and the church structure that had developed since then.  Ultimately, it was this way of doing church that got us into the ditch  that we United Methodists now find ourselves in. 

One thing is clear; John Wesley and the early Methodists were the Shane Claibornes and ordinary radicals of their time and place.  Their ministries started in prisons, coal fields, factories, in the farm fields, etc.  They spoke out against injustice like slavery and industrial reform and primarily worked through small groups called classes.  Along with the social activism and small gatherings, these early Methodists also put emphasis on personal piety and discipline. 

According to Taylor Burton-Edwards, the EmergingUMC2 conference leader, the prevailing  spirit and structure of the early Methodists started to dissipate with the creation of the Methodist Episcopal Church in 1784, especially as the church gained economic and political power and became part of the dominant, mainstream culture by its 100th birthday in 1884. 

The numbers lie sometimes but the United Methodist church is fading.  We are about to be passed by the Mormons for third place on the largest American denominations list, continue to lose hundreds of thousands of members each decade, and now the percentage of Americans who consider themselves United Methodist  have nearly been cut in half over the last forty years. (6% in 1970, 3% today).

Burton-Edwards argument on this Friday afternoon made a lot of sense; The church as congregation model hasn’t worked out very well and its well worth looking at what those early Methodists were up to! You cannot recreate the past, of course, but there is much to learn  from the pre-Methodist Episcopal Church Wesleyan movement.  

Much more could be said, but most importantly, returning to a model that emphasises the small group/class could add the vitality needed to Keep Wesley’s hope that the Methodist movement “[would] not only exist as a dead sect, having the form of religion without the power. And this undoubtedly will be the case unless they hold fast both the doctrine, spirit, and discipline with which they first set out.…” He wrote that two years after the formation of the Methodist Episcopal church.  

To back this up, Burton-Edwards quoted the following in his presentation:

•GBOD research– discipleship grows and deepens  primarily through an experience or a group outside the congregation (Dan Dick)

•Missiological observation– “communitas”–a “band of brothers and sisters who have each other’s backs struggling through a common ordeal– is the environment most conducive to missional action and multiplication (Alan Hirsch, The Forgotten Ways)

Welcome back to The Rival Rundown! If you’ve always wanted to give props to your school on CC, now’s your chance! Shoot us an email explaining what’s awesome and unique about your school (or what stinks about Rival U) at rivalrundown@collegecandy.com!

Ask any college student about the rivalry between their school and its arch nemesis, and they’ll tell you it’s gone on for-ev-errrr. While it may seem that way to most, to students at Lafayette College and Lehigh University, the seeming eternity of their rivalry is the closest approximation to truth in American college sports. Having met one another for 144 times in football since 1884 (only one year after standardized rules for the game were established), their rivalry is the most played in college football history. Still going at it after all these years, the annual game is often sold out months in advance. But you don’t have to travel to eastern Pennsylvania, where these schools are located, to learn more about “The Rivalry”– we’ve got the scoop!

1. Mascot Match-up

Lafayette: If you find yourself in Easton, PA, you’ll be quickly accustomed to all of the Lafayette Leopard pride. Go Leopards!
Lehigh: Lehigh athletics were known as the Engineers up until 1995, when the decision to assign a mascot, the Mountain Hawks, was made. Only last year, in 2008, was the Mountain Hawk given a name: Clutch!

Three credits to: Gotta go with Lafayette. How can you cheer for a team for hundreds of years without a mascot?

2. Athletic Assertiveness (in football, since 1884)

Lafayette: 76 wins
Lehigh: 63 wins

Three Credits to:  Including the 5 tied games between them, Lafayette is the dominant team.

3. Notable Games

Lafayette: In 2005, Lafayette’s Jonathan Hurt caught a miracle 37-yard touchdown to earn them the win over Lehigh and their first at-large bid to the NCAA D1-AA playoffs!
Lehigh: In 1987, the  last game was played in Lehigh’s Taylor Stadium. At the end of the game, fans stormed the field and literally tore the stadium apart, grabbing goal posts, seats, and all memorabilia that could be wrested from its halls.

Three credits to:  Lafayette for the stunning victory and the playoff bid!

4. Acceptance Rate Agony (for the class of 2012)

Lafayette: 37.2%
Lehigh: 27.9%

Three credits to: When it comes to academics (and that’s the important part…right?) Lehigh has the edge!

And the diploma goes to: No bones about it, folks– it’s Lafayette all the  way!

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Hark! hark! ’tis SOZODONT I cry
Haste youths, and maidens, come and buy.
Come and a secret I’ll unfold,
At small expense to young and old.
A charm that will on both bestow
A ruby lip, and teeth like snow.

The Atlanta Constitution (Atlanta, Georgia) Jun 25, 1884

*****

Hie, lads and lassies hie away
Nor brook a single hour’s delay,
If you would carry in your mouth
White teeth, and odors of the south.
Haste, haste, and buy a single font
Of the unrivalled SOZODONT.

The Atlanta Constitution (Atlanta, Georgia) Aug 13, 1882

This is the poem, which is hard to read on the above image:

Yes, barber, what you say is true,
I need a number one shampoo,
And came in, as I always do,
Because I can rely on you
To choose pure Ivory Soap, in lieu
Of soaps ol divers form and hue
From use of which such ills ensue.

Well, sir, we barbers suffer too,
From humbug articles, and rue
That we have tried before we knew
Poor toilet frauds to which are due
More scalp-diseases than a few.
I know we are the safer who
Use Ivory Soap for a shampoo.

Carroll Sentinel (Carroll, Iowa) Oct 3, 1893

The Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Jun 11, 1890

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The Georgia Buggy Co. 39 S. Broad St., 34-36 S. Forsyth St.

In the dead hour of night,
While sleeping with all your might,
The Genii made a sweeping flight,
And took the street cars out of sight.

In this hour of dire distress
The public their indignation express;
You to the courts go for redress
And get a forty-eight hour request.

To our friends we kindly advise,
Let the street cars go in demise,
Buy a vehicle, which is wise,
And show the boss your despise;

If not street cars by the door,
You have carpets on your floor;
To and from work you can go
In a fine vehicle bought low
At the only Georgia Buggy Co.

LAST WEEK the buyers kept us busy from start to finish. Mighty bad weather though for imitators to be left out in the cold. The Georgia Buggy Co.

The Atlanta Constitution (Atlanta, Georgia) Mar 8,  1896

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MEA CULPA!

How sweet to love,
But Oh! how bitter,
To love a gal,
And then not git her!
And know the only
Reason why
Is because you didn’t
The furniture buy
Of Stowers.

203 West Commerce street.

San Antonio Light (San Antonio, Texas) Jul 25, 1897

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This one is my favorite:

Machine Poetry.

Dear friends, we are modest, decidedly so,
But sometimes our pen at random will go;
And we now feel inclined to let the thing run,
And write a short notice abounding with fun.

Our neighbors, good fellows, who are all on the track,
Cry “Hurrah for the West!” and never look back;
And not wishing to linger or fall in the rear,
We crave for a moment your poetic ear.

Our scribbling we think resembles the kind
Once written by Homer, the man that was blind;
But only like his in regard to the eyes;
Not at all Homer-like viewed otherwise.

He wrote with gravity, candor and sense;
We write for the purpose of getting the pence;
And if we succeed, and obtain our desire,
We’ll throw down our pen, make our bow, and retire.

The facts of the case we are willing to tell;
We have a few things we are anxious to sell;
And we take this queer way of letting you know
That you don’t save the coppers if by us you go.

Of Superfine Flour we have “piles” upon “piles,”
To supply all our friends for a circuit of miles;
We sell on commission for a profit quite small,
Believe what we say, and give us a call.

Of Sugar we have not a very small “heap,”
Which we are selling quite fast, for we’re selling it cheap.
One dollar will buy eight pounds of the sweet;
And now the dear children may have cookies to eat.

Of Coffee and Spices we have a supply,
That are fine for the palate and nice to the eye;
Ground or unground, roasted or not,
Cinnamon fragrant, and Black Pepper hot.

If Fremont’s elected, and for it we hope,
For the disappointed ones we’ve plenty of Soap
To cleanse their long faces and banish their tears,
And keep them contented for at least eight years.

Saleratus and Soda, and Teas you may find;
Cream Tartar in packages just to your mind;
Caps,Percussion, by the box, the thousand or more,
You can have whenever you visit our Store.

In the Furniture line we make no pretensions,
But we have some chairs of ample dimensions,
Which are faithfully made and painted nice,
And are offered for sale at a very low price.

Nails, Sash, and Glass we have always on hand,
For those who are building in this glorious land.
Six cents for the Sash, for the Glass four and a half,
And Nails at a price that will make you all laugh.

Do you want Gunpowder, and a little cold Lead,
To finish old Bruin with a ball in his head?
Come along with your shot gun, revolver, and rifle,
And we’ll fill up your horns and ask but a trifle.

We have Salt by the barrel, and Syrup so nice
That if you trade with us once we know you will twice.
Dried Apples we sell to those who like pies,
And Cheese that would dazzle an epicure’s eyes.

Of Nicknacks and Notions, such as Baskets and Matches,
Warm Coats and thick Pants for those who hate patches,
With Mittens and Gloves, and Cotton and Thread,
We have a few left, and a Comb for the head.

And now, kind friend, we propose to retreat
From the stomach and back and come down to the feet;
Just after our measure, our metre, and time,
And give you some sense along with the rhyme.

When Mother Eve in Paradise was staying,
And ‘midst those shady walks and sparkling fountains playing,
‘Tis said that she revolted, (what a shame!)
Then took fig leaves, made aprons of the same,
Ingeniously attempting thus to cover
Herself and guilty man half over.

Banished from Eden’s calm and blest retreat,
She wandered forth with unprotected feet;
To scorching sand her pedals were exposed,
And, grov’ling in the dust, spread out her ten fair toes.
A flaming sword hung o’er those scenes of sacred mirth;
Barefoot and sad she trod the sin-cursed earth.

How long her children wailed and wanted Shoes,
Is no recorded by our homely muse.
One fact is clear: No longer need they weep,
For Boots and Shoes, nice, strong, and cheap,
To suit the foot and please the eye,
We have to sell just when they please to buy.

We keep on a corner where two roads meet,
And when your faces there we greet,
With treatment kind and prudent pay,
We’ll send you smiling on your way.

JAMES & NUDD.
Richland Center, November 3, 1856.

Richland County Observer (Richland, Wisconsin) Nov 18, 1856

*****

CUBA AND CALIFORNIA

Let Stutchfield, Hoyt, and all the rest,
Boast of  their wares the very best,
But if you wish to make a trade,
Call at my shop, where ready made,
And made ‘pon honor, you’ll be sure
To find all kinds of Furniture
Bedsteads — the plan best e’er invented –
On which a man may rest contented.
On which bugs, white, black or yellow,
Fleas, dogs or snakes, ne’er bite a fellow
Its match you ne’er saw in your life,
It opens and shuts just like a knife.
My neighbor says, “If I had tools,
I’d make a few to gull the fools,”
But mine, when tried, you’ll surely find
Will suit a very different mind
Come, get a little wife, young man,
And a bedstead made on my new plan,
You’ll want some Chairs, a Table and Settee,
A Boston for the wife, a Crib for the baby.
My prices, too, so very low,
You’ll wonder why you waited so.
Bring your Lumber, or Cash in hand,
Opposite the Old Whyler Stand.

E.W. JACOBS

Norwalk, Oct. 10, 1849

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The Globe (Atchison, Kansas) Jan 18, 1878

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Gresham’s Answer to Queen Lil
When I received your cablegram
I thought I sure would faint
For though I often used Parks’ Teas
‘Tis not for your complaint.
I feared that Mrs. G. would think
Wrong about our connection
Till on her dresser there I saw
Parks’ Tea for her complexion.

Sandusky Register (Sandusky, Ohio) Sep 13, 1894

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LONDON PRESS OPINION.

The Difference Between Cleveland and Blaine.

LONDON, July 12. — The Daily News says:

America’s foreign relations will be safer in Cleveland’s hands than in those of Blaine. The latter represents the American jingo party which, like the same party here, makes up in audacity and volubility for lack of numbers. As president, Cleveland would cultivate quietude abroad and peace at home. If elected, he will be chosen on the ground that he will more worthily represent the good sense and studied moderation of the American people than Blaine.

Galveston Daily News (Galveston, Texas) Jul 13, 1884

Henry Watterson (Image from Wikimedia)

Mr. Henry Watterson is credited with the brilliant remark that “the longer Grover Cleveland has been before the people the more he has weakened.” That is the sort of candidate the Democrats usually nominate.

Inquiring youth – “Father, is Mr. Blaine a very bad man?”

Democratic father – “Oh, yes, my son, he is one of the most dangerous men in the country.”

I.Y. — “What did he do that makes him so bad?”

D.F. — “Why, in the first place he had a mother who was a Roman Catholic, and a father who was a Presbyterian, while he is Congregationalist. Then again, he is a bold, shrewd man with immense influence and great ability, and in addition to that he is intensely American, intensely American.”

I.Y. – “Yes, but what has he done?”

D.F. – “Why, you young blockhead, isn’t what I’ve told you enough?”

NOTE. – The woods are ful of d.f.s who are using the above unanswerable arguments against Mr. Blaine.

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Jul 21, 1884

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The man and Democrat who suggests that Cleveland take the stump and discuss public questions with Blaine, is no friend of Cleveland or his party, and should retire.

This is the fifth time the would-be-in-power Democracy have added the “reform” dodge to the tail of their ticket. Every man they have put up has been claimed as a reformer.

The work of making a great man out of Grover Cleveland, says the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette, seems to halt because of circumstances over which the laborers have no control.

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Aug 12, 1884

Cleveland as Hamlet (Image from www.loc.gov)

NO DEMOCRAT or Republican supposes for a moment that Cleveland will write his own letter of acceptance, because they know that the Democratic bosses dare not trust him to do so. No Democrat or Republican doubts that Blaine wrote his masterly letter himself, because they well know he can do it better than any one can do it for him.

No one knows what Cleveland’s views are on any of the great public questions; he does not know himself, probably.

No one is ignorant of Blaine’s views on those questions, because he has been for fifteen years the leading American statesman.

To compare James G. Blaine to Sheriff Cleveland is “Hyperion to a Satyr,” something to nothing, matter to space.

Oshkosh Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Aug 5, 1884

Grover Cleveland's Wedding (Image from Wikimedia)

EDITORIAL NOTES.

The telegraph says President Cleveland and bride will soon make a trip to Europe, probably as soon as congress adjourns. No president while in office ever was outside the boundary lines of the United States, and we suggest to Mr. Cleveland that he ride over a little of his own country before going abroad.

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Jun 2, 1886

Grover Cleveland

Jeffersonian simplicity at Washington is thus described by Editor Watterson: “I have seen Washington under 10 administrations, and I never dreamed that such arrogance and insolence as now prevails were possible. I would not, as a self-respecting man, venture to enter any Department where I am not personally known.”

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Mar 7, 1887

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Death of Cleveland’s Substitute

NEW YORK, August, 20.
A Bath (New York) special says: George Brinski, the man who claimed to have served three years in the Union Army during the war of the rebellion, as a substitute for Grover Cleveland, died in the Soldiers’ Home near here at 12:30 yesterday morning of consumption.

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Aug 20, 1887

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On the Pyramid Reservation, somebody, who has an eye to the eternal fitness of things, has named the only blind Indian boy there “Grover Cleveland.”

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Oct 3, 1887

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THE Sacramento Bee salutes the President’s message as follows:

President Grover Cleveland has written a message. We tender to him our sympathy. We congratulate the Republican party. WE doff our hats to James G. Blaine, the next President of this nation. Let the voters read the Free Trade message of Grover Cleveland.

Let the manufacturers read it.

Let the workingmen read it.

Let the men who are dependent upon their daily toil for their daily bread read it.

Let them know that the Democratic Moses who has brought his party out of the wilderness of twenty-four years of defeat to deprive the American laboring citizen of his daily bread, who attempts to sanctify a doctrine that might leave the wives and children to the tender hands of charity.

For, just so sure as free trade prevails in this land, just so sure will engines be stopped, just so sure will the fire go out in the forge, just so sure will the busy whirr of wheels be ended in many and many a manufacturing town of this nation, which to-day has its greatest pride in its strong intelligent, honest and happy workers.

The manufacturers of this country cannot compete with pauper labor of foreign countries, England included.

Give us Free Trade, and if the wheels ever whirl again, they will keep time to the tears of the wives of good American citizens and to the jabber of paupers imported from abroad.

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Dec 7, 1887

MRS. HALPIN SPEAKS.
The Unfortunate Woman Tells the Story of Her Acquaintance With Cleveland.

New York [Special.]

During the last three months the story of Governor Cleveland and Maria Halpin has occupied much public attention, but until now no public word has been heard from the unfortunate woman, whose name has been on every tongue. The following is furnished as her sworn statement, witnessed by her son, who urged her to “tell the truth” regarding the points which bore hardest upon her in the defense of the Governors furnished by the latter’s friends:

“State of New York, county of Westchester. Maria B. Halpin, being duly sworn, says: I reside at New Rochelle, in the county of Westchester, state aforesaid. I am the person whose name has been published in connection with that of Grover Cleveland as the mother of his son. I have been induced to remain silent while the disgrace and sufferings brought upon my by Grover Cleveland have been discussed and criticised by the public and the press, and I would most gladly remain silent even now but for the duty which I owe to my aged and afflicted father, my children, and my sister, to whom my troubles were unknown until made public by a publication a few months ago. My duty to these relatives and to those friends who knew me before my acquaintance with Grover Cleveland, whose kind assurances of love and sympathy and confidence have reached me, compels me to make a public statement and denial of many of the statements which have been made public concerning me and my character and actions while in Buffalo.

“I would gladly avoid further publicity of this terrible misfortune if I could do so without appearing to admit the foul and false statements concerning my character and habits, especially those made by Mr. Horatio C. King and published with the alleged approval of Grover Cleveland himself.”

In reference to the introduction to Mr. Cleveland, she says:

“I deny that there was anything in my actions or against my character at any time or any place up to the hour I formed the acquaintance of Grover Cleveland on account of which he or any other person can cast the slightest suspicion over me. Up to that hour my life was pure and spotless as that of any lady in the city of Buffalo — a fact which Grover Cleveland should be man enough and just enough to admit, and I defy him or any of his friends to state a single fact or give a single incident or action of mine to which any one could take exception. I always felt that I had the confidence and esteem of my employers, Messrs. Hinman & Best and Flint & Kent, and this I could not maintain if I had been the vile wretch his friends would have the world believe. He sought my acquaintance and obtained an introduction to me from a person in whom I had every confidence, and he paid me very marked attention. His character, so far as I then knew, was good, and his attentions, I believed, were pure and honorable.

“The circumstances under which my ruin was accomplished are too revolting on the part of Grover Cleveland to be made public. I did not see Grover Cleveland for five or six weeks after my ruin, and I was obliged to send for him, he being the proper person to whom I could tell my trouble. I will not at this time detail my subsequent sufferings, and the birth of our boy, September 14, 1874. But I will say that the statement published in the Buffalo Telegram, in the main, is true. There is not, and never was, a doubt as to the paternity of our child, and the attempt of Grover Cleveland, or his friends, to couple the name of Oscar Folsom, or any one else, with that boy, for that purpose is simply infamous and false. Attached hereto is a statement prepared and to me submitted by the friend of Grover Cleveland to sign. But I declined to do so, because the statemtns therein contained are not true.

“MARIA B. HALPIN.
“Signed and sworn before me this 28th day of October, 1884.

CHARLES G. BANKS.
“[Seal.] Notoary Public, Westchester county, N.Y.

“F.F. HALPIN,
“H.C. HENDERSON,
“F.S. RENOUD,
“Witnesses.

The statement alluded to, and which she did not sign, is as follows:

“I have read the statement published in the Buffalo Telegram, of the date of ____, concerning myself and Mr. Cleveland, a statement which is largely false and malicious. Shortly after the death of my husband, some twelve years ago, I removed to Buffalo with my children. Some time after that I met Mr. Cleveland, and made his acquaintance, which acquaintance extended over a period of some months. During that time I received from Mr. Cleveland uniform kindness and courtesy. I have now and always had a hight esteem for Mr. Cleveland. I have not seen him in sever or eight years.”

Daily Gazette, The (Fort Wayne, Indiana) Nov 1, 1884

01. You Keep Coming Back
02. Lovers Forever
03. Do You
04. Let’s Try Love Again
05. I Came Here To Party
06. Out Of Control
07. Save Me
08. Tokyo
09. Dazed
10. It’s All Over Now

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Rock Island Prison

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THE PIONEERS.

Pioneer Notes and Memorial Sketches for the Month of November, 1884.

Memorial Sketches.

Nicholas Ramey, John Colville and Wayne McCaddon, were well known residents of Licking county, Ohio, who, many years ago, long before the “Great Rebellion,” removed to Iowa, and settled themselves for the remainder of their lives in that thrifty and rapidly growing young State of the Great West. Early in the was the General Government established a rebel prison on Rock Island, in the Mississippi river, on the eastern borders of Iowa, and devolved the duty on that State to furnish a regiment of soldiers to perform guard duty in said prison.

Governor Kirkwood deemed it proper to enlist men for that service who were too old to perform active military duty at the front, and thereby save his young men for the field. He accordingly organized the celebrated “gray-beard regiment,” composed of old men who had passed the military age and mustered them into the service to perform guard duty as above indicated, during the war. The three old citizens of this county above named were volunteer soldiers of this regiment, and served until the war closed. The first named (Mr. Ramey) died early in 1882, aged 90 years, and a notice of him appeared in our memorial sketches for the month of March of said year.

Mr. John Colville, the second of this trio of gray-beard patriots, died December 6th, 1882, aged 86, as appears from our memorial sketches for said month and year. And now we have information recently obtained, of the death of the last named of these veteran Union soldiers, (Wayne McCadden) who died at his residence in Dexter, Dallas county, Iowa, at the ripe age of 77 years. He was the youngest son of Mr. John McCaddon, who, in his youth, was a soldier under General George Rogers Clark, in an expedition against the Shawnee Indians on the Mad River, in 1780, having enlisted under that gallant leader at the Falls of the Ohio. He was subsequently a pioneer settler in Newark, where he for many years conducted a tannery, his son the subject of this sketch, being his partner in said business.

Previous to embarking as the active partner with his father, in 1826, Wayne McCaddon was a clerk in the store of his brother-in-law, Mr. George Baker, who is still remembered by a few of our citizens, as one of the pioneer merchants and produce dealers of Newark. The introduction of his elegant and accomplished bride to the young society of Newark was one of the social events of 1830. The youthful Kentucky stranger-bride of more that fifty years ago, we learn, is still living in her Iowa home, now in dignified, venerated, matronly widowhood. Wayne McCaddon was one of the deputy marshals engaged in taking the census in a part of Licking county in 1840, and not long after that year he permanently located in Iowa. His ailment, which was of a cancerous nature, was painful and protracted.

A number of his children, as well as his aged life partner, survive him.

As will be observed Wayne McCaddon inherited a propensity for soldiering from his patriotic father, and as much may be said of John Colville, who was intuitively heroic, for his father and three brothers actively participated in our last war with England.

And it may be remarked in this parting tribute to these three old-time soldier friends, volunteers in the “gray-beard regiment, of Iowa,” that Nicholas Ramey, who was a native of France, probably also inherited military proclivities, for while a young man he was a soldier in the armies of the great Napoleon, serving with the French army in the campaign in Spain and elsewhere.

Wayne McCaddon’s father reached the age of 90 years, and his mother was not much younger at her death. And of a large family of sons and daughters nearly all attained to a great age, several of whom that are still living have long since been octogenarians, and one, (Mrs. Baker) is nearly as old as her father was at his death. They were probably the most long-lived family, consisting of so large a number of persons, that ever lived in Licking county. Of the five surviving members of this pioneer family the youngest is now seventy-four years old.

Wayne McCaddon and the writer were associates, friends, and companions more than fifty years ago. We were jointly engaged in the performance of some small official duties, too, in 1840, such as enumerating the inhabitants of a portion of our county, by authority of Congress. Soon after that we parted; our almost daily intercourse was suddenly terminated — he seeking a home towards the setting sun, and I remaining as hitherto a sojourner here. We recall but one visit from him after leaving here, and that was a generation ago. A score or more of his old friends, on that occasion, by way of a testimonial of their personal regard tendered him a supper at the American House, Smith & Moody being the proprietors. That evening’s entertainment and services were characterized by hilarity, good cheer and kindly feeling. It was marked by the enjoyment and expression of a degree of good will and fraternity seldom witnessed; indeed it was one of those jestive occasions the recollection of which would long have a lodgement in the memory, serve as a land-mark along life’s journey, and be held in retrospection as an oasis in a barren, dreary waste. Benjamin Briggs, Jonathan Taylor, James Parker, B.B. Taylor, John Lanceford, Lucius Case, Wm. P. Morrison, A.W. Dennis and others were participants in these exercises and festivities, and all of them (except the last named and the writer) preceded our friend McCaddon to “the realms beyond.” Many friends and relatives of the deceased tender their warmest sympathies to the members of the bereaved family.

Mrs. Baker’s Death.

After the foregoing notice of Wayne McCaddon was written, information of he decease of his oldest sister, Mrs. Nancy Baker, was received. She had been living with one of her sisters in Canton, Ohio, for many years, and died there November 18, 1884 at the ripe age of 90 years, 6 months and some days. Mr. George Baker, her husband, was a widely known merchant of Newark, who died here about 40 years ago, and Mrs. Baker did not live here long after that. She was the oldest daughter of John McCaddon, and Wayne McCaddon was her youngest brother. Mr. and Mrs. Baker are often mentioned in terms of commendation in Newark church circles, because of their generous contributions to Trinity Episcopal Church, which Mr. Baker was chiefly instrumental in erecting.

Newark Daily Advocate (Newark, Ohio) Nov 28, 1884

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Iowa Letter.
OSKALOOSA, IOWA, March 10, 1882.

EDITOR ADVOCATE — On the 6th of this month, Nicholas Ramey, a former resident of your county, died at Kirkville, a small town fourteen miles south of here, at the age of 90 years. He was a native of France and a veteran of the wars. Mr. Ramey was a lieutenant in the Grand Army under Napoleon; was captured at Salamanca, Spain, and while he was being transported on a British vessel bound for London, assisted in a mutiny, which was successful, and made his escape to America. He became a soldier of the Republic in the was of 1812. He also served during the war of the late rebellion as principal musician of the 37th Iowa (Graybeard) regiment. The pioneers of Licking will remember him as the great admirer of Napoleon. He organized a company at Newark, headed, I believe, by Moody Smith and went with them to Gibralter, to recover treasures hidden there by his great commander. When the writer was a small boy, Mr. Ramey lived close to Newark on the farm of S.D. King, on the road leading from there to Granville. He has children and grand-children residing in our city and county. Mrs. Anderson, of Chatham, was one of his daughters. He was totally blind before he died. He was buried with Masonic honors on the 8th inst.

J.

Daily Advocate (Newark, Ohio) Mar 23, 1882

THE PIONEERS.

MR. JOHN COLVILLE.

Mr. Colville was one of our early settlers and a long time resident of this county. He was a son of Major Colville, born in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia, September 5, 1797, and settled in Licking county in 1824. The subject of this sketch was the youngest of four sons, and his father and three brothers rendered service in the war of 1812, he being too young to “go a soldiering.” His father was a major, and his brother Samuel was a captain, while his brothers Robert and James were in the ranks, and all served during the war.

John Colville in 1828, united in marriage with Eliza Turner, who died in 1841, he surviving her 41 years. He removed to Iowa many years ago, and died at the residence of his nephew, D.H. Colville, near Oscaloosa, Mahaska county, in said State, December 6, 1882, in the 86th year of his age. The Colville family was of Scotch-Irish ancestry, long-lived, vigorous, patriotic.

So patriotic was John that upon the call of his country during the late rebellion, though 65 years old, he (in company with Nicholas Ramy and Wayne McCaddon, both former venerable citizens of Licking county,) enlisted in the celebrated gray-beard regiment of Iowa, and served to the close of the war. His devotion to his country and military services probably led to impaired vision while on duty, which gradually grew more dim with advancing years, so that he endured total blindness during the last four years of his life, but a beneficent government smoothed his pathway to the tomb by granting him a liberal pension.

Daily Advocate (Newark, Ohio) Dec 27, 1882

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Death of a Former Resident of Licking County.

Mr. John Colville, Sr., formerly of this county, died at the residence of O.H. Colville, in Oskaloosa, Iowa, on Wednesday, Dec. 6, aged 84 years, two months and three days. He was buried at the old cemetery at Oskaloosa.

Mr. Colville removed from Virginia to Licking county, in 1825, where he remained until 1854, when he removed to Mahaska county, Iowa, where he has ever since resided. For the past two or three years he has been entirely blind. It will be with feeling of regret that his many friends in Licking county will learn of his demise.

Daily Advocate (Newark, Ohio) Dec 13, 1882

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MRS. ELIZABETH COCKE.

Included in our memorial sketches for November 1884, were two members of the numerous and long-lived John McCadden family, early and for many years well known people in Newark, of respectability and character. Mr. Wayne McCadden [McCaddon] and his sister Mrs. George Baker, were those of whose decease we made mention then. Another of those aged people has since died, one of the eldest born. Mrs. Elizabeth Cocke was long a resident of Canton, Ohio, where her husband, who was a prominent man, died some years ago. Mrs. Cocke died in that city, January 28, 1885, at the advanced age of 84 years and six months. Mrs. VanHorn, of Zanesville, and Mrs. Marvin, of Newark, are two of her surviving sisters.

Mr. John McCadden there father, who long since deceased, was one of the veterans of our revolutionary war, and was personally identified with Indian warfare on Ohio soil long before the establishment of civil government here serving in the army of Gen. George Rogers Clark on that famous expedition to the Indian towns on the Mad river in 1780. A letter now before me written by the father of the deceased in 1842, when he was eighty-five years of age, gives interesting details of the expedition commanded by Gen. George Rogers Clark, in 1780, of which he was a member, having enlisted in it at the Falls of the Ohio, when he was twenty-three years old. His letter also tells how he was detailed as one of the men that stood guard in protecting those who were at work upon the block house built where Cincinnati now stands, and which was the first structure ever erected upon the site of that city, it being some years before Fort Washington was built.

Newark Daily Advocate (Newark, Ohio) Mar 3, 1885

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WAR REMINISCENCE.

A Letter That Was Never Delivered.

After Twenty-two Years of Separation an Old Soldier Finds a Clew to the Whereabouts of His Family.

FRANKFORT, Ky., December 8. — In January, 1862, and for about two months previous thereto there lived in this (Franklin) County, near the Shelby County line, a farmer named Robert Haskins. He had a wife and one son, and owned about seventy-five acres of land. In June of that year he enlisted in the Confederate service under Captain Ed. Bell, and left at once for the scene of action. Nearby all of his neighbors also enlisted, on one side or the other, and there were very few left in that vicinity, and consequently the wives and children of the absent soldiers were not in absolute safety from the thieves and deserters who were constantly roaming about. Haskins’ wife becoming more alarmed than the others, decided in October to leave her home and go to Estill County, where she had a cousin living. Her nearest neighbors being wives of Federal soldiers, she did not confide her purpose to them, but wrote a short letter to her husband telling him of her departure, her reasons for going, her destination, etc., and trusted it to the care of one John Bremer, who was home on a furlough at that time and who was a member of the same company as Haskins and lived in the same part of the country. Bremer was made prisoner before he reached camp, and was kept in prison over a year, and the letter, of course was never delivered. When Haskins came home to visit his wife in February, 1863, he found his house deserted, and no one could tell him of the whereabouts of his beloved helpmeet and his little boy. He made every possible inquiry for her, but finally gave up in despair and returned to the army a heartbroken man. At the close of the war Haskins wandered aimlessly about for nearly two years, and finally settled down to keeping a small grocery store in Pleasant Hill, Missouri, and there he stayed till about two weeks ago, when he decided to visit “Old Kentucky” once more. After spending some days with relatives and old comrades-at-arms in other parts of the State, he landed last Saturday in the vicinity of his residence in 1862, and yesterday evening he met J. Bremer, who has been living in the edge of Shelby County since 1867. Bremer, in talking over “old times,” remembered about the letter given him by Mrs. Haskins, and, strange to say, had preserved it, and after searching for some time among some old papers, found it and delivered it to the dumbfound Haskins, after having it in his possession twenty-two years. Mr. Haskins came to Frankfort early this morning on his way to Estill County in search of his wife and son. Mr. Haskins was dangerously wounded at the battle of Fort Pillow, Tenn., in April, 1864, and all his friends (Bremer among the rest) in Kentucky thought he was killed, and he says that is the reason Bremer made no effort to see Mrs. Haskins or himself. He feels almost sure that he will find his son alive and well, though he doubts very much whether his wife is still living. He looks to be about fifty-five years old, and his hair and beard are almost white. He did not know that his wife had a cousin in Estill County, and, of course never thought of looking for her there. His is a strange case and one hard to believe, but he says every word of the above is Gospel truth.

Marion Daily Star (Marion, Ohio) Dec 10, 1884

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I have no evidence this man below (in fact, I don’t think it is him) is the one written about in the above article. IF it is the same person, I don’t think the account is entirely accurate. This Robert Haskins below appears to have been married to someone else, although not until 1877 or so, and he lived in Henderson Co., KY. If he had remarried, I am not sure why he would be out searching for his wife and son.

I found no census record with him listed in Missouri either. There is one Robert Haskill, from KY, living in Missouri, but not the location mentioned in the article.

U.S. Civil War Soldiers, 1861-1865
Name: Robert A. Haskins
Side: Confederate
Regiment State/Origin: Kentucky
Regiment Name: 4 Kentucky Mounted Infantry.
Regiment Name Expanded: 4th Regiment, Kentucky Mounted Infantry
Company: B
Rank In: Private
Rank In Expanded: Private
Rank Out: Private
Rank Out Expanded: Private
Film Number: M377 roll 6
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From the website, The War For Southern Independence in Kentucky:

4th Regiment, Kentucky Infantry Mounted

HISTORICAL NOTES:
The Kentucky 4th Infantry Regiment was organized at Bowling Green, Kentucky, in September, 1861, and became part of the Orphan Brigade or Louisville Legion. Its members were recruited in the counties of Barren, Henderson, Union, Owen, Scott, Green, Jefferson, Taylor, Franklin, Estill, Nicholas, Davies, and Trigg. This unit had 213 men disabled at Shiloh, then was active at Baton Rouge and Jackson. The 4th took an active part in the Battles of Murfreesboro and Chickamauga and saw action in the Atlanta Campaign. During the fall of 1864 it was mounted, aided in the defense of Savannah, and ended the war in North Carolina. It reported 12 killed, 49 wounded, and 8 missing at Murfreesboro, lost twenty-one percent of the 275 engaged at Chickamauga, and totalled 335 men and 251 arms in December, 1863. Few surrendered on April 26, 1865.

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Here is the only other Robert Haskins I can find that served on the confederate side:

U.S. Civil War Soldiers, 1861-1865
Name: Robert Haskins
Side: Confederate
Regiment State/Origin:   Kentucky
Regiment Name: 10 (Johnson’s) Kentucky Cavalry.
Regiment Name Expanded: 10th Regiment, Kentucky Cavalry (Johnson’s)
Company: F
Rank In: Private
Rank In Expanded: Private
Rank Out: Private
Rank Out Expanded: Private
Film Number: M377 roll 6

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If anyone has any knowledge about Robert Haskins, please leave me a comment. Thanks!

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STABBING A BRIDEGROOM.

HOW A WEDDING JOURNEY WAS INTERRUPTED BY THE BRIDE’S RELATIVES.

MONTGOMERY, Ala., Aug. 12. — On Sunday morning the Rev. Robert Hardin was assaulted in the public road while riding in his buggy at Hooper’s Mills, by “Dock” Wallace, George Argrove and Jacob Fuller, and severely cut with a large knife.

Hardin had been at Squire Anderson’s to get married, and was going to his appointment at Union Hill with his wife. There seems to have been a strong hatred of him by the bride’s relatives — Argrove her brother, and her step-father, Thomas Wallace, and his son by a former marriage, “Dock” Wallace, and his son-in-law Fuller. They had been making threats for three or four days, and had warned Hardin to leave the country or they would kill him.

On Sunday morning, when they found that the couple had run off and got married, they set out to find them. The meeting took place on the public road. Argrove seized Hardin’s horse by the bridle and peremptorily ordered him to then and there turn about and leave the country. Hardin attempted to remonstrate with the men, but “Dock” Wallace ran up to him and struck him three times with his knife, inflicting three severe wounds on his right arm and shoulder. One gash was nearly 11 inches long, nearly severing the arm at the shoulder. The second cut was on the write and the third at the elbow. Wallace was striking at Hardin’s throat and breast, but Hardin kept his body turned so that his arm received the blows.

The bride, seeing that her relatives were trying to murder her husband, jumped out of the buggy and ran. Wallace ran after her and three a stick at her. He then caught her and dealt her two blows with his fist on the back of her head and neck.

Thomas Bentley and Samuel Shumate came up, when the men desisted and turned away. Bentley and Shumate took Hardin to Abe Hooper’s and sent Hooper for Dr. Camp, of Edwardsville, who came about 3 o’clock and sewed up and dressed the cuts. He took 11 stitches in it. It is doubtful if Hardin can recover.

The New York Times (New York, New York) Aug 13, 1884

Note: Although the article says it was doubtful Robert would recover, I couldn’t find any other mention of the incident, so perhaps he survived after all.

*This story also ran in The Atlanta Constitution (Atlanta, GA)

Question:  “I am researching the fifth Lord Lansdowne.  On 23 October 1884 he made a visit to a collection of factories 2 1/2 miles from Fredericton. These, a village and a church were established by a self made man from the province of New Brunswick. He owned 200,000 acres of woodland.  I would be grateful if you could let me know what was his name.”

Answer:  “That would be Alexander Gibson (aka Boss Gibson) and he had his mill(s) and railway in Marysville.  He not only constructed a mill and railway but he constructed a church and several houses for his mill workers.  Many of his buildings are still standing.  There are several duplexes and the provincial government converted his large cotton mill into offices.  It’s worth a visit to go see if you’re into history.  I believe the museum exhibits committee is considering an exhibit on Boss Gibson in the near future.  A quick search on the web produced a link to a u-tube video by History Lands. ”

Follow Up:  Since this enquiry the York Sunbury Museum installed two exhibits pertaining to Boss Gibson.  The first was our Devon Trail House Exhibit located in Devon and the second is the Boss’s World located in our largest permanent gallery.

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William Smearman, of Huntingdon, was stabbed at a camp meeting near Newton Hamilton on Thursday while quelling a disturbance, and died soon afterward.

Daily Gazette and Bulletin (Williamsport, Pennsylvania) Aug 26, 1884

The PDF of the above article can be found HERE

HUNTINGDON, PA, Jan 18 — The case of Curtin McClain, of Orbisonia, this county, who was tried at Lewistown last week for the killing of Wm. Smearman, of this city, at the Newton Hamilton camp meeting last August, the jury at a late hour last night returned a verdict of murder in the first degree. The general expectation was that the verdict would be of a less degree.

The Indiana Democrat (Indiana, Pennsylvania) Jan 15, 1885

Escaped from Mifflin County Jail.

William Prindle, of Belleville, held for horse stealing; Ben Taylor, a negro, held for disorderly conduct, and two Germans, charged with highway robbery escaped from the Mifflin county jail, at Lewistown, last night. The two first named have been retaken, but the Germans are still at large. Curtin McClain, under sentence of death for the murder of William Smearman, had an opportunity to escape with them, but refused to go.

Daily Gazette and Bulletin (Williamsport, Pennsylvania) Aug 13, 1885

Gov. Pattison of Pennsylvania has fixed the 19th of November next for the execution of Curtin McClain, under sentence of death for the murder of William Smearman, in a brawl at a camp-meeting last year.

The Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Sep 24, 1885

McClain to be imprisoned for Life.

The pardon board held a secret meeting on Thursday last, at which the members reviewed the new evidence in the Curtin McClain case, convicted of murder and sentenced to be hanged. At noon they decided to recommend a commutation of the death sentence to imprisonment for life. They are all of the opinion that he committed the act, but that it was not done at a time to justify a verdict of murder in the first degree. The action of the board knocks out the decision of the supreme as well as the lower court and the jury.

The Indiana Democrat (Indiana, Pennsylvania) Nov 5, 1885

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MANY CASES HEARD BY PARDON BOARD

By Associated Press.

Harrisburg, May 17. The Board of Pardons recommended pardons today for Curtain McClain, of Orbisonia, serving a life sentence in the Western penitentiary for murder; John Kelly, of Susquehanna, voluntary manslaughter; William H. Trout, of Lebanon, larceny; J.C. Fox, Allegheny, misdemeanor; John Keller, Allegheny, larceny.

The board refused to commute to life imprisonment the sentence of Frank J. Krause, of Allentown, and commuted that of William Hinchliffe, of Philadelphia.

Daily Gazette and Bulletin (Williamsport, Pennsylvania) May 18,  1900

OLD LANDMARK TO GO

The deal was closed late Saturday for the sale of the Newton Hamilton camp meeting grounds to the McVey Real Estate Company, for $8,000. The purchase includes the buildings and grove of virgin white oak timber, which will be cut and converted into lumber and the plot of ground sold as building lots.

The plot has been the site of annual camp meetings of the Methodists of the Juniata valley for half a century and was one of the great show places of the valley. In fact it was often a grave question whether the good done at these sessions overbalanced the evil until 1882, when Curtin McClain, of Orbinsonia, killed William Smearsman, of Huntingdon, with a butcher knife in a drunken brawl on the grounds, after which it dwindled to almost nothing. Of late years it has been used chiefly as a summer resort, the cottages being rented for the summer.

Clearfield Progress (Clearfield, Pennsylvania) May 6, 1920

THE TRAGEDY OF THE CAMP GROUNDS

By ALBERT M. RUNG
820 North 16th St., Harrisburg, Pa.

Hugh Brown, we are told, obtained a warrant for a tract of land in 1762 upon which the borough of Newton Hamilton is situated, but apparently some attempt at settlement was made shortly as the name of Muhlenberg was given to the locality back in Provincial days. The record shows that after Brown’s death the land then passed to Margaret Hamilton, as she was assessed with sixty acres in 1783. Probably the name was changed to Hamiltonville about this time, then to Newton Hamilton about 1828 when the locality saw boom times by construction of the Juniata Canal. In that year the settlement is said to have consisted of but four log huts, but erection of a number of inns, stores and homes soon followed.

Camp Meeting Grounds Established 1872

A hundred and ten years after Brown’s warrant a stock company was organized with a capital of $16,500 for the purchase of thirty-six acres of land nearby and erection of suitable buildings thereon for the purpose of holding annual camp meetings. Thus the

Juniata Valley Camp Meeting grounds came into existence.

These meetings, which were held for ten days each August, always drew a heavy attendance from all parts of Pennsylvania, and on Sundays excursion trains were operated from such distances as Philadelphia and Pittsburgh, when thousands of visitors crowded the village and camp grounds.

Unfortunately, many who came had no thought of attending services held upon the grounds and a lawless and vicious element who became intoxicated, caroused and insulted women and children and defied all attempts to enforce law and order, was always certain to be in town.

Huntingdon Man Was Murder Victim

On August 21, 1884, a group of young men from Orbisonia came to Newton Hamilton under the influences of liquor and continued indulging to such an extent that all became exceptionally boisterous and belligerent. Soon afterwards they were observed starting from the “sheep-pen” (an enclosure built near the station to permit control of crowds in boarding trains) in pursuit of some young fellow who dashed towards the woods in an effort to escape. The young man was William Smearman, of Huntingdon. The cause of the difficulty was never explained fully and subsequent developments showed that Smearman bore an excellent reputation in his home town and had never engaged in altercations of any kind. However, he was apparently overtaken and his lifeless body, found soon afterwards, indicated he had been stabbed to death.

Undeniable evidence was promptly uncovered, pointing to Curtin McClain of Orbisonia as the slayer, and Constable McElhone and Editor B.E. Morrison of Newton Hamilton arrested McClain at his home on the following day. En route to Lewistown, McElhone and Morrison found it necessary to leave the East Broad Top train approaching Mount Union and proceed a short distance along the Pennsylvania Railroad, where an eastbound train was instructed to take them on board, as it was feared McClain would be lynched upon arrival in Mount Union. With the prisoner lodged in jail at Lewistown, Sheriff Garett departed the next day for Orbisonia and arrested three of McClain’s comrades who were implicated in the crime.

The murder of Smearman, occurring upon grounds set aside for religious activities, came as a distinct shock to the people of Pennsylvania as many papers of the state had carried a daily account of proceedings at the camp grounds by reason of unusual interest manifested by their readers. The tragic affair came on the closing day of the season, causing some speculation as to whether the annual event could survive and if the terrible happening would lead directors of the association to announce its abandonment.

McClain Found Guilty; Sentence Commuted To Life Imprisonment

McClain’s trial before Judge Bucher in Lewistown in January, 1885, brought out that Smearman had left a widow and two small children, the youngest but a few months old, and the accused had made a confession which his attorneys tried to have expunged. The district attorney was aided by R.M. Speer of Huntingdon. The jury, after being out many hours, returned a verdict of murder in the first degree against McClain.

A request for a new trial by attorneys Andrew Reed and F.H. Culbertson was refused by Judge Bucher on March 26. An appeal was taken to the Supreme Court (the Superior Court had not been created), who likewise refused the appeal in June 1885.

Various attempts were then made to have the Board of Pardons review the case for the purpose of commuting McClain’s sentence to life imprisonment — Governor Pattison had set the date of execution for November 21, 1885 — and in this they were successful.

The following excerpt is taken from the Board’s findings:

“The evidence discovered since the trial and sentence presents a case not free from difficulty, and while the new evidence serves in some degree to raise a doubt as to whether the killing was not in a conflict under great excitement and hot blood, and before reason had sufficient time to resume her sway, it does not raise that character of doubt that if we were sitting as jurors would require us to acquit the prisoner or even to reduce its degree, but on the contrary, the weight of the evidence submitted still leaves us with the belief that the prisoner inflicted the fatal wounds, and that he is a man so reckless of the rights of others as to be dangerous to the peace and order of society. But remembering that we are not to overlook the fact that a refusal by us now to act would consign the prisoner to death, we feel that at such a time and under all the circumstances of merciful exercise of our jurisdiction, to recommend the commutation of his sentence to that of imprisonment for life.”

It will be noted that the Board of Pardons, while finding little to justify commutation for McClain, did not wish to assume responsibility for his execution. Smearman, it was claimed, had struck McClain in the mouth, thereby arousing the latter’s anger which led to the slaying. Such an alibi would have appeared weak indeed against the fact that McClain had purchased the knife which was used to kill Smearman, just the day before in Orbisonia. This fact showed beyond all doubt the vicious intention of the slayer, who deliberately sought a quarrel.

Tragedy Claimed Another Life

The tragedy had claimed the life of another, however. Two months before McClain’s sentence was commuted Henry Smearman, aged 27, died from grief over the loss of his brother. He also resided in Huntingdon and likewise left a young widow and two daughters.

McClain was taken to the Western Penitentiary with previous assurance by his friends that good conduct would greatly aid his chances for a pardon. The writer is unaware if any such efforts had been made before 1896, when, according to the Pittsburgh Times of January 4, a determined effort was started in McClain’s behalf by James M. Place, a publisher from Harrisburg, who was said to have been a friend of the McClain family.

According to the Times, Place claimed his search for evidence during the intervening ten years disclosed that McClain had not committed the murder; that he was not even in any fight upon the camp grounds; the slayer was a person who had promptly left the country and he (Place) would furnish the name of the guilty one. Place’s statement brought a quick response from Editor Morrison, editor of the Newton Hamilton Watchman, previously recalled who said:

“The statement (Place’s) of McClain is pure fabrication. ****Curtin McClain bought the butcher knife, was seen with the butcher knife in his possession on the steamboat at Newton Hamilton and on or near where the murder was committed. And McClain was proven to be the man who started the fight. Furthermore, McClain confessed to the writer, who was one of the officers that brought him from Orbisonia, that he killed Smearman because he (Smearman) hit him in the mouth. If McClain was put on trial again there is positive proof, by newly discovered evidence, that he was the identical man that committed the cowardly deed, and none other. We trust that the law will be allowed to take its course, regardless of Mr. Place’s efforts to free a cold-blooded murderer.”

Whether Morrison’s outburst served in balking the plan to free McClain is unknown to your chronicler, who made an effort to learn the outcome. However, during a visit to the home of Mr. and Mrs. D.P. Bowman of Orbisonia the past Summer, the closing act in McClain’s career was unfolded.

Pardon Granted McClain

Mrs. Bowman produced a clipping from “The Grit” of May 19, 1900, captioned, “McClain Is Pardoned,” and telling how the prisoner had been granted freedom by the Board of Pardons a few days earlier. “The Grit,” in quoting a special correspondent from Harrisburg said:

“Curtin McClain yesterday had the stigma of murderer removed from him. The Board of Pardons recommended his pardon by the Governor, and the Executive, in response has caused to issue the document that restores this young man to freedom, and to his friends, but alas! not to his aged mother, who firm in her belief in his innocence of the crime of which he was convicted over 15 years ago, had labored and lived in the hope of seeing justice done her son, only to totter to the grave disappointed in the one desire of her life, a few short weeks before the correctness of her faith was made manifest to all the world, and her erring but too severely punished son was released from a felon’s gloomy cell and bidden to walk again in the bright light of the sun, a free man.”

Yes, McClain was freed. James Place and Attorney Culbertson had won another victory for the prisoner through the Board of Pardons. Once could easily sympathize with McClain’s heart-broken mother, but what of the two broken homes in Huntingdon which McClain’s brutal crime had created? In this instance justice did not triumph.

The writer learned from the Bowmans that McClain had gone to some section in Franklin County after his release and nothing further was heard of him.

While the shocking affair left a certain stigma on the Newton Hamilton camp grounds, the management made every effort to have full protection of the camp and a group of guards from Lewistown and Huntingdon was used for this purpose. The annual gatherings apparently lost little patronage as the seasonal visitors continued to tax the grounds and railroad facilities for many years afterwards.

Somewhat curious about McClain’s progress after given his freedom, the writer stopped at the office of the Board of Pardons several months ago. A ledger taken from a vault revealed various steps in the former prisoner’s career from the time of the murder to his release from prison, and here a final line was inscribed, “Granted pardon May 17, 1900,” which concluded all information the office possessed of Curtin McClain.

Daily News (Huntingdon, Pennsylvania) Dec 8, 1951

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If you want to read more about the case: McClain versus Commonwealth, can be found on pages 263-270, in:

Pennsylvania state reports, Volume CX.
containing
CASES ADJUDGED in the
Supreme Court of Pennsylvania

By ALBERT A. OUTERBRIDGE, State Reporter
VOL. XIV.

Containing
Cases Argued at January Term, 1885, May Term, 1885, and October and November Term, 1885

NEW YORK AND ALBANY:
BANKS $ BROTHERS, LAW PUBLISHERS. 1888

According to information found on Ancestry.com, after Curtin McClain was released, he lived with his daughter and her family in Cambria Co., PA.  His death record (he died in 1940) states he was a hotel proprietor, one census record lists his occupation as proprietor – confectionery and an earlier one lists labor – hotel.

This video came out longer than I wanted it to be, despite the fact that I cut out a lot.

Oh, and…
I’ll be reading 3 books in September because they all have really close release dates:

Bran Hambric: The Farfield Curse
by Kaleb Nation

Catching Fire
by Suzanne Collins

The Lost Symbol
by Dan Brown

Avui Xabier Barrera al seu diari, elPeriodico.com, ha escrit un article sobre la platja de l’Hospitalet de Llobregat basant-se en els comentaris del grup del facebook ¡¡Bellvitge tuvo playa. Que nos la devuelvan!! de l’Alicia Marín. Parla de com la platja del nostre municipi es va expropiar per tal de fer un port franc que mai es va realitzar i en comptes es va ampliar el port de Barcelona. Sobre aquest tema en Joan Camós i Cabecerán al seu llibre de 1986 “L’Hospitalet. La historia de tots nosaltres 1930-1936″ (el podeu trobar a la Biblioteca de Bellvitge amb aquesta referència: 9(46.71Hos) Cam) deia que s’havia parlat de que era il·legal ja que l’expropiació es va realitzar amb una finalitat que no es va arribar a acomplir. De fet al febrer de 2009 el regidor del PP de L’Hospitalet, Javier Díez Crespo demanava drets pel nostre municipi al Consorci de la Zona Franca degut a aquests fets.

Com l’article de el Periodico no te una fotografia de l’antiga platja, i el facebook no es que sigui molt generós amb la mesura de les imatges que permet penjar, deixem una de l’any 1907 on es veu pràcticament íntegra la platja de L’Hospitalet de Llobregat. Sobta la posició de la farola, allunyada del mar. Segons el llibre de David Miquel  “El Baix Llobregat, la Segona Transformació” (el podeu trobar a la Biblioteca de Bellvitge amb aquesta referència: 9(46.71LL) Miq) la màxima extensió mar endins del Delta va ser entre els anys 1857 i 1884, després d’aquestes dates mica en mica la sorra es va perdent degut a l’extracció d’àrids i sorres al riu, els embassaments, canalitzacions, explotació directa de les aigües del riu per diferents fàbriques, i per l’ampliació del port,… Tot això va deixar sense sorra les platges properes, segons el mateix llibre hi ha constància documental de que moltes finques del Prat van desaparèixer sota el mar, mentre les de Gavà o Castelldefels s’allunyaven any rere any. De fet la platja del Prat necessita regenerar la sorra cada any per tal de tenir una amplada acceptable a algunes zones.

Si piqueu es veu molt millor! (o no). Imatge copiada de la revista Il·lustració Catalana del dia 20 d'octubre de 1907 on es veuen els efectes de una de tantes riades del Llobregat.

The Statue of Liberty, located on Liberty Island in New York Harbor, was a gift to the US from France to commemorate the centennial of the Declaration of Independence.
Statuia Libertăţii, care se află în portul Liberty Island din oraşul New York, a fost un cadou pentru SUA din partea Franţei pentru a comemora centenar de la Declaraţie de Independenţă.
The statue, a gesture of friendship and a symbol of freedom, is visited by millions each year, but many forget that “Lady Liberty” also served as a functioning lighthouse from 1886 to 1902.
Statuia, un gest de prietenie și un simbol al libertăţii, este vizitată de milioane de turisti în fiecare an, dar mulți uită că “Lady Liberty” a servit ca un far din 1886 până-n 1902.
Designed by French sculptor F.A. Bartholdi, the statue depicts a woman with an uplifted arm holding a torch.
Site realizat de sculptorul francez F.A. Bartholdi, statuia reprezentând o femeie ce ţine în mână o torţă.

Question: Who served as Bartholdi’s model?
Unsubstantiated sources cite different models for the face of the statue.
One indicated the then-recently widowed Isabella Eugenie Boyer, the wife of Isaac Singer, the sewing-machine industrialist.
Another source believed that the “stern face” belonged to Bartholdi’s mother, Charlotte Bartholdi, with whom he was very close. National Geographic magazine also pointed to his mother, noting that Bartholdi never denied nor explained the resemblance.

When the toils of life are over,
And we lay our armor down,
And we bid farewell to earth with all its cares,
We shall meet and greet our loved ones,
And our Christ we then shall crown,
In the new Jerusalem.

Refrain

There’ll be singing, there’ll be shouting
When the saints come marching home,
In Jerusalem, in Jerusalem,
Waving palms with loud hosannas
As the King shall take His throne,
In the new Jerusalem.

2. Though the way is sometimes lonely,
He will hold me with His hand,
Through the testings and the trials I must go.
But I’ll trust and gladly follow,
For sometime I’ll understand,
In the new Jerusalem.

3. When the last goodbye is spoken
And the tear stains wiped away,
And our eyes shall catch a glimpse of glory fair,
Then with bounding hearts we’ll meet Him
Who hath washed our sins away,
In the new Jerusalem.

4. When we join the ransomed army
In the summer land above,
And the face of our dear Savior we behold,
We will sing and shout forever,
And we’ll grow in perfect love,
In the new Jerusalem.

C B (Charles Brenton) Widmeyer was born this date, 7/19/1884 at Morgan, WV. 

He attended God’s Bible School (Cincinnati, OH), was Pre­sident of Point Lo­ma Na­za­rene Un­i­versity (CA), and later was chair­man of the Na­za­rene De­part­ment of Min­is­ter­i­al Re­lief (1923-48).  He also wrote the words and music to “Come and Dine.”  

Wid­mey­er died De­cem­ber 14, 1974, at Los An­ge­les, Cal­i­for­nia.

Dr. Perry H. Talbott, editor of the Greenback Standard, published at Maryville, Mo., was assassinated last Saturday evening at nine o’clock, while at home surrounded by his family. We have seen no intelligent opinion expressed as to who did the shooting; Talbott before he died said he thought it must have been a paid assassin of the national banks, “some enemy of the great cause which I represent.” We regard this as ridiculous, and regret that a gentleman of the profession should leave such a foolish statement behind him.

Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) Sep 21, 1880

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Capt. Lafe Dawson, attorney for the Talbott boys, visited them at St. Joe yesterday. It is understood that he is working up a confession by which they are to be released. The plan is supposed to be to have Wyatt, the alleged insane participant in the murder of Dr. Talbott, confess that he did the shooting. This si expected to procure the release of the Talbott boys, and then Wyatt is to get off on the old insanity dodge.

Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) Jul 2, 1881

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IT was stated in one of the afternoon’s Greenback speeches that the Democrat and Republican parties were now each represented in attempts at assassination, but that the Greenbacks had escaped the odium. The speaker is evidently not familiar with the assassination of old Dr. Talbott, editor of a Greenback paper at Maryville, by his two sons, who were stalwart Greenbackers.

Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) Jul 16, 1881

*****

A more fiendish murder than that of Dr. Talbott was never perpetrated, yet there is increasing indignation — particularly in the office of the St. Joe Gazette — that his murdering sons will probably hang for the crime.

Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) Jul 18, 1881

*****

The Talbott boys have made another confession, which is to the effect that neither one of them had anything to do with the killing of their father, but that Will Mitchell, Mrs. Talbott’s sister’s husband, is probably the real culprit. A few weeks ago one of them confessed that he did the killing while Dr. Talbott was beating his mother, but as that did not satisfy the Governor, another statement had been made. This is the third story of it they have told, and Governor Crittenden will not be blamed for accepting the verdict of the court in preference to either one of them. They will be hanged at Maryvill to-morrow.

The gist of the confession consists of a conversation that Albert heard between Mitchell and Wyatt, and in which Wyatt tells the manner in which they accomplished the shooting, and the events that follow are given in long detail. There is another conversation given before the date of the murder between Wyatt and Mitchell, in which the latter consents to do the killing for a consideration. Mitchell is considered a leading spirit of the murder, partly out of revenge for the death of his wife who caught cold after having been ordered by Dr. Talbott from his home and died; and, second, because the doctor refused to let him marry his oldest daughter.

Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) Jul 21, 1881

ST. LOUIS, July 22. — The [Post-Dispatch's] Maryville, Mo., special says: Albert, Rand and Chas. E. Talbott, convicted of murdering their father, Dr. Perry H. Talbott, on the  18th of September last, and respited once, were hanged this afternoon in the presence of from 8,000 to 10,000 people. Up to a late hour last night they expected gubernatorial interference, but at midnight went to bed after a lengthy interview with their mother and sisters, and Miss Lewis, to whom Albert was betrothed. Mrs. Talbott was very bitter against the Governor for not commuting the sentence of her boys.

The prisoners received the last sacraments of the Catholic church this morning. It was an exceedingly affecting scene between the prisoners and their relatives.

About noon, Charles, the youngest one, broke down completely and begged that something might be done. This unnerved the women and made a terrible scene. The women were removed. Mrs. Talbott frantically resisted, but the guards led her away crying, “I hope you will be satisfied when you have killed my boys.” The brothers were taken to the gallows in an omnibus, being strongly shackeled. The women and the crowd followed. The scene when the trap fell was very solemn, the whole crowd uttering groans.

Helena Independent, The (Helena, Montana) Jul 24, 1881

*****

Although it is notorious that the Talbott boys quarreled incessantly with their father, and finally killed him, one of them said a few hours before the execution that “We will soon be seated with our dear father on the Great White Throne.” It is probable that the old man, when he saw his two sons alight on the Great White Throne beside him, knocked them off with a harp, spades and neck yokes not being used in that country, and therefore not available to throw at members of his family, as was his custom here. Old Dr. Talbott was the Elder Mitchell of Missouri, and his last words were that he had undoubtedly been murdered by National bank presidents, although one story of the murder told by his sons is that when they fired the fatal shot, he had their mother on the floor and was jumping upon her. The idea of such fiends roosting lovingly on the Great White Throne is supremely disgusting.

Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) Aug 9, 1881

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*ANOTHER MURDER AND A MENTION OF THE TALBOTT MURDER*

A worthless whelp named Birch wanted to marry Anna Lanaham, one of the daughters of an old farmer near Rock Rapids, Iowa. The old man objected, and drove Birch from his house. The consequence was that Birch and Anna, assisted by Maggie, another daughter, and Mrs. Lanaham, wife of the farmer, devised a scheme for getting rid of him. One day, after he had returned from a farmers’ meeting, Maggie slipped up behind him and put a bullet through his brain. Her sister Anna then broke out a window pane, so as to make it appear that he had been fired upon and killed from the outside by some unknown party. The murder was planned some time in November, but it could not be carried out until a few days ago. It was a terrible affair, and every one of the fiends who were engaged in it ought to be hung, but we suppose every exertion will be put forth by maudlin sentimentalists to save them even from the penitentiary.

Old man Lanaham may have been a disagreeable old fellow: he may have bored his family to death by eternally talking about the iron heel of monopoly that was crushing the life out of the farmer; he may, to the neglect of his family, have spent his time in talking over public wrongs; but he had a right to live until he worried himself to death.

The telegraph informs us that he was killed just after returning from a farmers’ meeting.

We infer from this that he was a reformer, like Dr. Talbott – that he was one of those men who try to reform the world before they endeavor to reform their families. Talbott was always hurling thunderbolts at the red-handed monopolists who were choking the life out of the farmer and laboring man, but while he was doing this a plan for his murder was being concocted in his own family.

We do not believe there ever was a kind, indulgent and provident father murdered by his own children. The man who thinks of his family first and the public weal later is in no danger of his life at home.

The manner of Mr. Lanaham’s taking off probably furnishes a pretty accurate key to his character. By neglect and abuse he inspired hate into the hearts of his wife and children to such an extent that they desired to get rid of him at all hazards. He was doubtless popular with the world, as all men are who devote the greater part of their time to it, and we are not surprised that the community in which he resided is now crying aloud for vengeance.

Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) > 1882 > February > 17

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A private detective named Brighton, who was interested in ferreting out the murderers of Dr. Talbott, the editor of a Greenback paper in Maryville, Mo., has been arrested in Illinois, and brought back to Kansas City to answer a charge of crookedness.

Atchison Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) Dec 22, 1882

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* TALBOTT’s DAUGHTER AND THE CRIMINAL, CHARLES NORRIS *

CHARLES E. NORRIS.
A St. Joseph Clerk in the Role of Forger and Lover — A Curious Agreement.

ST. JOSEPH, May 3. — The man who was arrested here Wednesday for attempting to obtain money on a forged draft of Heller & Hoffman, of St. Louis, turns out to be Charles E. Norris, formerly in the employ of Heller & Hoffman, and he is wanted by that firm for forgery.

It now transpires that he combined the business of love making with forgery as he had since his arrival in the city formed the acquaintance of Miss Jennie Talbott, daughter of Mrs. Belle Talbott living at 607 South Eleventh street, in this city, and a sister of the Talbott brothers, who were hanged at Maryville for the murder of their father, Dr. Talbott, who had made a written contract with Norris, which was signed by both, dated April 29, agreeing to live together as man and wife.

The Talbott girl had taken several meals with him at the Pacific House and he took her to Bailey’s dry goods store and she bought goods to the amount of $70 and attempted to pay for them with a forged draft, of Hiller & Hoffman, but Bailey being suspicious, took the draft to Hax’s which had been indorsed by Hax’s clerk, who by this time had become frightened, and it was determined to arrest him then, which was accordingly done.

Norris was arraigned before Recorder Oliver, waived examination and was sent back to jail to await the arrival of Heller with a warrant for his arrest.

Atchison Globe, The (Atchison, Kansas) May 3, 1884

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For more information about Perry Talbott and his family, “Our Family Gallery” has genealogical information, more newspaper accounts and other information about this family. [I am not related or connected to the site, just ran across it looking for information about the Greenback Standard newspaper, edited by Mr. Talbott.]

This panoramic photo of Kuala Lumpur in 1884 was taken from the book “A Vision of the Past – A history of early photography in Singapore and Malaya, The photographs of G.R.Lambert & Co., 1880-1910″ by John Falconer published by Times in 1987 in Singapore. Almost every single history books requiring some kind of photographic representation of the late 19th century Malaya have in some way refered to this book. The following passage is the caption from the book.

“Panoramic view of Kuala Lumpur, ca. 1884. The settlement at the confluence of the Klang and Gombak rivers, later to become the capital of Malaysia, had come into existence as a Chinese tin trading post around 1860. From the mid-1860s the town, growing apace, was largely under the control of the remarkable entrepreneur and administrator Yap Ah Loy, and by the end of the 1870s was outstripping Klang, which had been originally settled on as the centre of British administration in Selangor. In 1880, therefore, the greater part of the administration was transferred to Kuala Lumpur. This historically important series of views of the town in the early days of British control — probably taken at official behest — was photographed from the site of the future hospital to the west of the main town and comprises a field of view of about 90° looking from north to east. At the left is the Padang (then known as the Parade Ground), along the east side of which the Government Offices were erected in the 1890s. The ramshackle building at the far end of the Parade Ground is possibly the first home of the famous Selangor Club, which later moved to the west edge of the Padang. Leading off from the Parade Ground, Market Street runs into the centre of the Chinese town. The central sections of the panorama, occupied by attap roofed houses and garden plots, were later largely taken up by the railway workshops and yards, while at the right the Gombak road runs down to the Klang River. The rapid development of the town after these photographs were taken is clearly seen in Sir Frederick Weld’s account of a visit to Kuala Lumpur in early 1886:It is fast becoming the neatest Chinese and Malay town in the Colony or the States, as within my remembrance it was the dirtiest and most disreputable looking. The streets have been widened, metalled and drained, and rows of sufficiently regular, yet picturesque houses and shops brightly painted and often ornamented with carving and gilding form the streets…

(Royal Commonwealth Society Library, London)”

Many of these early photographs now only available in UK. Although the Royal Commonwealth Society Library has a good documentation of their collection but most of the pictures are not available online. The same picture was also featured in another book “Malaysia, A Pictorial History 1400-2004″ by Wendy Khadijah Moore. No photographer’s name was credited to the photograph in both books.

Another great source of information during this period is the amazingly detailed “Twentieth Century Impressions of British Malaya: Its History, People, Commerce, Industries, and Resources” by Arnold Wright and H A Cartwright in 1908. We really owe much to the British for preserving such facts and figures in history. There are even some very detailed ethnographic description of local arts and culture at the time. And for the most part, the writers had been very candid and transparent about their objective opinions regarding various races in Malaya. They were not at all apologetic about making racist statement such as the one below. Of course considering the time and place, I would probably come to the same conclusion if I were the writer myself.

“The future of the Malay race in British Malaya is a question about which opinions differ very considerably. It has often been asserted that the Malays are too indolent by nature to be able to hold their own against the more enterprising Asiatic races with whom circumstances make it necessary that they should compete. It is said that their doom is sealed, that as time progresses they must go to the wall, and that they will survive only as objects of scientific interest to the ethnologist and the historian. There is no doubt that at present they are somewhat handicapped by the lack of those qualities which help the Chinaman and the Tamil to play a useful part in the economic development of the peninsula.” (p.227)

The most interesting fact from Falconer’s book is perhaps the mention of the first trace of photographic activity in Malaya, or rather Singapore (most historian still prefer to make distinct separation between the art history in Malaya and Singapore) . Surprisingly it was not recorded by any westerners but rather mentioned in the local malay literature Hikayat Abdullah, an autobiographical book by Abdullah bin Abdul Kadir (1797-1854). He vividly described his encounter with a British Reverand Benjamin Keasberry who showed him a dagguerreotype. And that was only, as mentioned in the book, 4 or 5 years ago from the invention of dagguerreotype in France in 1839. The link here is the introduction from the book.

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Illustration for "Barbara Friechie"

Image from: John Greenleaf Whittier, Essex County’s Famous Son

The poem, “Barbara Freitchie” here and at the image link.

QUANTRELL THE GUERRILLA
REMINISCENCES OF THE DASHING BORDER WARRIOR.

His Family in Maryland, and Incidents of His Ante-bellum Life —

How the “Good Quaker Poet” Cheated a Quantrell Woman Out of Glory and Fame.

Barbara Freitche an Imposter, and the Story of Her Flag and Her Old Grayhead a Pure Invention —

Quantrell’s Escape to Texas After the War and His Refuge in Hunt County — Uncertainty as to His Death.
{Special Correspondence of The News.}

WASHINGTON, September 29. — Much has been written about the alleged mistake of Whittier in making a heroine out of Barbara Freitche for waving the Union colors in the face of Stonewall Jackson and his followers as they marched through Frederick, Md. There are some interesting facts, however, connected with this conspicuous blunder which have never before been published. These have been furnished to your correspondent by Mr. Joseph Walker, the son-in-law of Mrs. Quantrell, who was the real heroine on that occasion. Mr. Walker is connected with the well-known paper-house of Morrison & Co., on D street, in this city, and is entirely familiar with the dramatic scene in which Dame Barbara “howed with her four score years and ten,” is supposed to have flaunted the silken scarf of patriotism from the window-sill and exclaimed:

“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country’s flag!” (she said).

It was Byron who defined military glory as a going to the wars, getting killed, and having your name misspelled in the Gazette. So Mrs. Quantrell and her little daughter, after having the stars and stripes cut from their hand, suffered the melancholy injustice of seeing the valorous feat ascribed to a helpless old woman who lived a block and a half away, out of sight of the procession, and who was so deaf and blind that she could not have told the boom of a cannon from the blow of a horn, or the starry emblem of the Union from a striped bandanna.

“I’ll tell you the exact particulars,” said Mr. Walker, “and they have never before been correctly given. I have never given my account of that affair. None of the versions heretofore published are accurate. In the first place, there was none of the poetic incidents mentioned by Whittier. There was no window-sill, and no old woman about it.

Mrs. Mary A. Quantrell was at that time a woman of ?2, [32 ot 52] black-haired, and though she did become my mother-in-law afterward, I must say that she was very pretty. Her husband was then at work as a compositer on the National Intelligencer, in this city, and Mrs. Quantrell was living in Frederick with her children.

1860 Census - Quantrill family in DC

*Interesting note: On the census, A.R. Quantrill (Archibald) is listed as being one of the following: deaf, dumb, blind, insane, pauper or convict. It doesn’t specify, just has a check in the box.

On the day that Jackson and his army passed through Frederick she and her little daughter, Virgie Quantrell, who is now the wife of Mr. Perry Brown, at present an employe of the Government Printing office, were standing at the gate. They had several small Union flags, which they brought there to wave as the Confederates marched by. Mrs. Quantrell was enthusiastically loyal, and she, womanlike, simply took advantage of the occasion to show her devotion to the Union. They stood within a few feet of the line of march. Virgie was waving a very small flag, such as children play with on patriotic days. Many of the rebel soldiers had called out, “Throw down that flag!” but the little girl kept waving it. Suddenly a lieutenant drew his sword and cut the staff in two, the flag falling to the ground, The little girl then took another small flag and waved it, and this in turn was cut from her hand. Then Mrs. Quantrell displayed a larger flag and waved it in a conspicuous manner. This she continued to do until Stonewall Jackson and his men had all marched past her house. She was not molested in the least. In fact many of the officers and men treated her with marked courtesy. Some of the officers raised their hats and said: “To you, madam; not to your flag.”

Mr. Walker expressed his indignation that his mother-in-law should have been robbed of the credit of this patriotic performance. He gave a diagram of hte streets in that portion of Frederick, abowing that Barbara Freitche did not live on Jackson’s line of march, that her house was a block and a half away around the corner, and so situated that she could not have gotten a sight of the Confederates without leaving her premises; that the good old dame never claimed the honor of having waved a flag on that day; and that all Frederick knew that it was Mrs. Mary A. Quantrell, and not Barbara Freitche, who should have been immortalized in verse by the Quaker poet laureate.

The Quantrell family are now in possession of three letters from Whittier acknowledging his mistake and the injustice that had been done the real heroine, or rather the two heroines, as it would seem that the little Virgie was as much entitled to a niche in the temple of fame as her patriotic mother. These letters Mr. Walker offered to show your correspondent if he would accompany him to his home. In one of them Mr. Whittier says he derived his information as to Barbara Freitche from Mrs. E.D.N. Southworth, the manufacturer of sensational literature, who wrote him a letter detailing the incident and suggesting that it afforded material for a masterful poem; whereupon he sat down and evolved the thrilling story of the nonagenarian dame who had planted the stars and the stripes in the face of rebel invaders. Mr. Whittier admits that Mrs. Southworth made a mistake but says the poem has become so “widespread” that a correction of the name would be impossible. The Quantrells evidently failed to appreciate the force of Mr. Whittier’s logic, as they are unable to see how it is too late to correct such an egregious blunder.

Mrs. Quantrell was for several years a teacher in Frederick, and was a lady of unusual accomplishments. She was a frequent contributor to the press, the York (Pa.) Evening Herald, having printed many of her poems and other literary efforts. She was a Miss Lands [should  be Sands], whose brother, George W. Lands [Sands], was a member of the Maryland legislature, and a United States collector of internal revenue by appointment of President Lincoln, and was succeeded in that office by the now Senator Gorman. The trouble of Collector Lands were notorious a few years ago. The government claimed that he was in arrears to the extent of $14,000, his property was seized and sold to satisfy the deficit, and his bondsmen were called upon to pay an unsatisfied balance. Lands always asserted that he was the victim of injustice, and Collector Gorman, who succeeded him, bore testimony that the books of the office showed that the shoe was on the other foot, and that the government really owed him. Four or five years ago a bill was introduced reciting the wrong that had been done Lands and providing for his relief, but Senator Ben Hill and others violently opposed the measure and it was slaughtered in the Senate. For which the Lands [Sands] and the Quantrells do not hold the name of Ben Hill in grateful memory.

Mrs. Quantrell died about three years ago. It is said that she always felt keenly the injustice that had been done her by Whittier. She was proud and ambitious, just the sort of woman who yearned for the glory of posthumous fame. Her niece and namesake, Mary A. Quantrell, is now a clerk in the treasury department. Her daughter and co-heroine, now Mrs. Perry Brown, also living here, has inherited her mother’s talent and has a decided literary turn.

Image from the book Quantrill and the Border Wars

It is a little singular that a family which furnished such an exponent of the loyal sentiment of the country should also have supplied a champion of the confederate cause whose very name carried with it terror and consternation. John Quantrell, the famous guerilla, was a nephew of Archibald Quantrell, the husband of Mary A., whom Whittier should have immortalized, but did not. The Quantrells belonged in Hagerstown, Md., and were generally noted for their intelligence and bravery. Archibald’s brother James moved to Ohio at an early day, and settled in the Monongahela valley, where he became a college professor. His son John was born there, and at the beginning of the war was teaching school at Canaldover, on the Monongahela.

Members of his family here describe the young man as a person of slight figure, almost feminine in appearance, with the soft speech and gentleness of a woman, manifestly built by nature to fit the Byronic description of “as mild a mannered man as ever scuttled shop or cut a throat.” The dawn of sectional troubles furnished this palid young man an early opportunity to show that he was made of sterner stuff than his neighbors suspected. In the village of Canaldover he was almost the only person who sympathized with the South. Furthermore, he was open in his sympathy, and boldly said if it came to a fight he would give up his little school and go on the warpath. This aroused the loyal people around Canaldover to such an extent that they notified Quantrell that he must quit talking or “take the consequences.”

But the young man defied them, and kept on talking and teaching school. So a mob gathered one night and went out to the suburban cottage where Quantrell lived. They had a bucket of tar and a bag of feathers. The pallid young man did not scare at all. The mob found the doors and windows barred, but through a crack the piping voice of Quantrell called out that he was in his castle and the first man who put his hand on the latch would fall dead. The mob laughed, held up the tar and feathers, and invited the environed school teacher to come out and on “a new coat that would stick to him like a poor relative.”

A flash through the crack was the response to this, and the leader fell dead on the step. Then there was a rush of the crowd for the door, but a second flash and the dying shriek of another leader caused the mob to fall back. The men who carried the tar and the feathers had fallen at the first two shots. Before the crowd had began to recover from the confusion into which it had been thrown by these tragedies there was a third flash at the crack, and another man jumped high into the air and fell dead with a groan. Then a panic seized the mob, and in a moment every intruder had disappeared in the darkness, leaving their three dead comrades in the front yard.

An hour later Quantrell was ten miles away, mounted on his magnificent black horse, who bore him at a sweeping gallop toward the Ohio river. A few months later, at the head of a band of 100 desperadoes, he fell upon an encamped federal regiment and annihilated it, and his name speedily became the synonym for cruel and remorseless warfare. Like the James and Younger boys, Quantrell’s effectiveness as a guerrilla arose from the extraordinary accuracy of his aim. He used a Sharp’s rifle, which will kill a man a mile away if the ball hits in the right place.

It is said that on the day of the battle of Oak Hill, in Missouri, Quantrell stationed himself on the branches of a tree which afforded him a full view of the federal line, 1400 yards away. In two hours he had picked off thirty-eight men, so perfect were his aim and nerve. For a long time Quantrell’s ambition was to lead a raid through Ohio, and he was particularly anxious to pay a visit to his old friends at Canaldover, but the confederate officials declined to approve a movement which afterward proved so disastrous under the leadership of John Morgan.

More or less mystery surrounds the wanderings and fate of Quantrell after the war. The end of the war found him near Springfield, Mo., wounded in both legs and the right shoulder. There was a price on his head, and his friends did not dare to let the authorities know who he was. He was hastily placed in a two-horse wagon and driven as rapidly as his condition would permit through Arkansas into Texas. He found a resting-place at the home of Mr. Imboden, in Hunt county; near the town of Greenville.

Quantrell was in an almost dying condition when he reached Imboden’s house. Imboden was a Mason and so was Quantrell, and it is said that on this consideration the hunted guerilla was made comfortable and was furnished with the best surgical attention afforded in that country. During Quantrell’s stay at Imboden’s house he received remittance of money from St. Louis, raised by his followers who had settled in that city.

In six weeks he had so improved that he was able to mount a horse and ride away from Imboden’s house. Since that time nothing has been definitely known of the terrible bushwhacker. It was said that he died in New Orleans, but his relatives here say that this is not certainly known. They believe he is dead, but do not positively know it. They are quite sure he is dead, chiefly because the character of his wounds was such that he could not have survived all these years.

A curious illustration of the mutations of life is furnished in the fact that a man, once a daring young desperado in Western Missouri, who followed Quantrell through the entire way, and who, like all of Quantrell’s men, was noted for his savage fighting qualities, is now a patient, humdrum governance clerk in this city scantily supporting a family of eight children on the pay drawn from a fourth class place. He is a sealed book on his guerilla experience, though it is said his body is scarred with divers bullet holes.

Moreover, he is a good loyal Republican, a little dried up old man, cadaverous and timid looking, and few people who know him suspect that he was once an active and redoubtable agent in the business of death.

The Quantrell family, of Maryland, lays claim to several squares of public ground in Cincinnati, taking in a long strip of the river wharf. The claim is placed at $5,000,000 in value, and is now in the hands of Ben Butler for prosecution. Butler says the claim is a good one, and has made the Quantrells feel very hopeful about its final outcome.

Galveston Daily News (Galveston, Texas) Oct 4, 1884

I think the John Quantrell in this article may have been William Clarke Quantrill. The article also states his father was James Quantrill, but the information I can find states his father was Thomas Quantrill, which is supported by the 1850 census record of Dover, OH, as it lists William C. Quantrill as a 13 year-old son of Thomas and Caroline.

You can find Quantrill and the Border Wars online: (Google books link)

Page 22 Mary A. Quantrill is mentioned, and towards the bottom of page 23 it states that Barbara Freitche was actually a supporter of the confederacy, according to her family.

Regarding the Mr. Imboden mentioned: It appears he may have been John D (or James) Imboden, a lawyer. He had a son,  Leonard (provided I have found the correct family), who is listed on the 1900 census, occupation: banker, but a prisoner in the county jail in Kansas City, MO.

According to the book linked above, Quantrill died in KY (if I understood it correctly, as I only skimmed it) after being wounded and captured. Death chapter starts on page 480, the chapter before that deals with the last battle, where he was wounded.

Winter Flowers (P1080868), originally uploaded by Nguyen K. Do.

Discover this place on my way to work in a winter morning.

Melbourne (Sunshine), May 2009.
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Eagle-eyed readers of this blog may have noticed that Charley Radbourn won his 4th game of the series in the 3rd game. Impossible you say! Not when you’re dealing with the simple workings of a simple mind. I replayed game #3 and game #4 and then grabbed the boxscore for the wrong game. I could say it will never happen again, but that would be delusional thinking on my part.

In the actual Game #3 the Grays scored 2 runs in the 1st on a clutch 2 out single from Jack Farrell. The Grays would only get 2 more hits in the game, but Old Hoss would make sure those 2 runs were enough. Finishing with a complete game 7 hitter.

10/17/1884, PRO84-NYM84, Polo Grounds I, West Diamond
                      

                       1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9     R  H  E   LOB DP
1884 Grays             2  0  0  0  0  0  0  1  0     3  4  3     4  1
1884 Metropolitans     0  0  0  0  0  1  0  0  0     1  7  3     5  2

Grays                AB  R  H BI   AVG    Metropolitans        AB  R  H BI   AVG
Hines             cf  4  2  2  0  .308    Esterbrook        3b  4  0  0  0  .071
Carroll           lf  2  1  0  1  .000    Brady             rf  4  0  2  0  .286
Irwin             ss  3  0  0  0  .222    Roseman           cf  4  1  1  0  .333
Denny             3b  4  0  1  0  .071    Orr               1b  4  0  3  0  .286
Start             1b  3  0  0  0  .167    Troy              2b  4  0  1  1  .308
Farrell           2b  4  0  1  2  .364    Holbert           c   4  0  0  0  .000
Gilligan          c   4  0  0  0  .154    Nelson            ss  3  0  0  0  .250
Radford           rf  3  0  0  0  .182    Kennedy           lf  3  0  0  0  .000
Radbourn          p   3  0  0  0  .100    Keefe             p   3  0  0  0  .000
                     30  3  4  3                               33  1  7  1

Grays                            INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Radbourn         W 3-0           9.0  7  1  0  0  5 108  77  0.87
                                 9.0  7  1  0  0  5 108  77

Metropolitans                    INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Keefe            L 0-2           9.0  4  3  3  3  7 122  76  1.31
                                 9.0  4  3  3  3  7 122  76

E-Hines, Carroll, Irwin, Troy 2, Nelson. 2B-Hines. 3B-Hines. K-Irwin 2,
Denny, Gilligan 3, Radford, Esterbrook, Brady, Orr, Holbert, Kennedy.
BB-Carroll, Irwin, Start. SF-Carroll.
GWRBI: Farrell
Temperature: 62, Sky: clear, Wind: out to left at 4 MPH.

SUMMARY: Neither team hit for average, but the Grays always seemed to come up with the big hit when needed. The Metropolitans were in each game thanks to their 2 starters. Even though it was a 4 game sweep, this was still a very close series

MVP Charley Radbourn went 4-0, with 4 CG(No surprise there)with a 1.18 ERA.

                                      Charley Radbourn: 4-0, 4 CG, 1.18 ERA          

                          DMB team batting — 1884 New York Metropolitans                          
                              League championship — as of 10/19/1884                              

S Name               P    AVG   OBP   SPC    G   AB    H  2B  3B  HR    R  RBI   BB    K HBP  IW  SB  CS
  Brady              rf  .368  .368  .368    4   19    7   0   0   0    2    2    0    1   0   0   0   0
  Orr                1b  .316  .316  .368    4   19    6   1   0   0    2    0    0    2   0   0   0   0
  Roseman            cf  .286  .286  .357    3   14    4   1   0   0    1    1    0    1   0   0   0   0
  Troy               2b  .278  .278  .389    4   18    5   2   0   0    1    3    0    2   0   0   0   0
  Nelson*            ss  .273  .500  .273    4   11    3   0   0   0    0    0    5    1   0   1   0   0
  Esterbrook         3b  .158  .158  .316    4   19    3   3   0   0    3    0    0    3   0   0   0   0
  Kennedy            lf  .063  .063  .063    4   16    1   0   0   0    0    0    0    1   0   0   0   0
  Holbert            c   .059  .059  .059    4   17    1   0   0   0    0    1    0    2   0   0   1   0
  Keefe              sp  .000  .000  .000    3    8    0   0   0   0    0    0    0    0   0   0   0   0
  Reipschlager       c   .000  .000  .000    1    4    0   0   0   0    0    0    0    1   0   0   0   0
  Pitchers               .000  .125  .000    4    7    0   0   0   0    0    0    1    2   0   0   0   0
  Total                  .197  .228  .243    4  152   30   7   0   0    9    7    6   16   0   1   1   0

                             DMB team batting — 1884 Providence Grays                             
                              League championship — as of 10/19/1884                              

S Name               P    AVG   OBP   SPC    G   AB    H  2B  3B  HR    R  RBI   BB    K HBP  IW  SB  CS
  Irwin*             ss  .286  .375  .500    4   14    4   0   0   1    2    2    2    3   0   0   0   0
  Hines              cf  .278  .316  .500    4   18    5   2   1   0    2    1    1    2   0   0   0   0
  Farrell            2b  .267  .313  .333    4   15    4   1   0   0    2    3    1    0   0   0   0   0
  Start*             1b  .176  .263  .235    4   17    3   1   0   0    2    3    2    1   0   0   0   1
  Gilligan           c   .167  .167  .167    4   18    3   0   0   0    0    2    0    4   0   0   0   0
  Denny              3b  .167  .211  .167    4   18    3   0   0   0    4    0    0    2   1   0   0   0
  Radford            rf  .133  .133  .133    4   15    2   0   0   0    0    0    0    4   0   0   0   0
  Nava               c   .000  .000  .000    1    2    0   0   0   0    0    0    0    1   0   0   0   0
  Bassett            3b  .000  .000  .000    1    3    0   0   0   0    0    0    0    0   0   0   0   0
  Carroll#           lf  .000  .105  .000    4   16    0   0   0   0    2    1    2    1   0   0   0   0
  Pitchers               .231  .333  .308    4   13    3   1   0   0    2    0    2    1   0   0   0   0
  Total                  .181  .236  .248    4  149   27   5   1   1   16   12   10   19   1   0   0   1

DMB team pitching — 1884 New York Metropolitans                         
                              League championship — as of 10/19/1884                              

S Name               P     ERA   W   L   S   G  GS  CG SHO     INN    H    R   ER   BB    K  HR GDP    BF
  Lynch              sp   0.98   0   2   0   2   2   2   0    18.1   18   12    2    5    6   1   1    85
  Keefe              sp   1.31   0   2   0   2   2   2   0    20.2    9    4    3    5   13   0   4    76
  Total                   1.15   0   4   0   4   4   4   0    39.0   27   16    5   10   19   1   5   161

                             DMB team pitching — 1884 Providence Grays                            
                              League championship — as of 10/19/1884                              

S Name               P     ERA   W   L   S   G  GS  CG SHO     INN    H    R   ER   BB    K  HR GDP    BF
  Radbourn           sp   1.13   4   0   0   4   4   4   1    40.0   30    9    5    6   16   0   6   158
  Total                   1.13   4   0   0   4   4   4   1    40.0   30    9    5    6   16   0   6   158

Charley Radbourn vs. Jack Lynch 10/19/1884, @ Polo Grounds I, West Diamond

EARLY METROPOLITAN LEAD DOESN’T HOLD UP AS GRAYS WIN

The game started well for the Grays, a solo HR by shortstop Arthur Irwin in the 1st gave them a quick lead. But the Metropolitans rattled Old Hoss for 3 runs of their own in their half of the inning. Tom Esterbrook doubled, Steve Brady singled him in, Dasher Troy doubled in Brady, and a passed ball allowed the 3rd and final run to score.

In the Grays’ 3rd with Radbourn on 1st after a walk, Cliff Carroll laid down a sac bunt that was fielded by Met catcher Bill Holbert. His throw to 1st sailed into the stands, putting runners on 2nd and 3rd with 1 out. Holbert’s tough inning continued on the very next pitch as he allowed a passed ball that scored Radbourn from 3rd. A Joe Start double and a Barney Gilligan single would give the Grays a 2 run lead that they would not relinquish.

On a day when Radbourn would not pitch well, giving up 12 hits to the Metropolitans, the Grays offense was up to the task. Radbourn will pitch again in game 4 looking to sweep the Metropolitans right out of the Polo Grounds.

10/19/1884, PRO84-NYM84, Polo Grounds I, West Diamond 
                      

                       1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9     R  H  E   LOB DP
1884 Grays             1  0  4  0  2  0  0  0  1     8  9  5     8  1
1884 Metropolitans     3  0  0  0  1  1  0  0  0     5 12  7    13  1

Grays                AB  R  H BI   AVG    Metropolitans        AB  R  H BI   AVG
Hines             cf  5  0  1  0  .278    Esterbrook        3b  5  2  2  0  .158
Carroll           lf  5  1  0  0  .000    Brady             rf  5  1  3  1  .368
Irwin             ss  5  2  2  2  .286    Roseman           cf  5  0  1  1  .286
Denny             3b  4  3  2  0  .167    Orr               1b  5  2  2  0  .316
Start             1b  5  1  1  2  .176    Troy              2b  5  0  1  1  .278
Farrell           2b  4  0  0  0  .267    Holbert           c   5  0  1  1  .059
Gilligan          c   5  0  1  1  .167    Nelson            ss  3  0  1  0  .273
Radford           rf  4  0  0  0  .133    Kennedy           lf  5  0  1  0  .063
Radbourn          p   3  1  2  0  .231    Lynch             p   4  0  0  0  .000
                     40  8  9  5           Keefe            ph  1  0  0  0  .000
                                                               43  5 12  4

Grays                            INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Radbourn         W 4-0           9.0 12  5  2  2  5 164 111  1.13
                                 9.0 12  5  2  2  5 164 111
Metropolitans                    INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Lynch            L 0-2           9.0  9  8  1  2  4 147 101  0.98
                                 9.0  9  8  1  2  4 147 101

NYM: Keefe batted for Lynch in the 9th

E-Irwin 2, Denny 2, Farrell, Roseman, Troy, Holbert, Nelson, Lynch 3.
2B-Start, Radbourn, Esterbrook 2, Troy. HR-Irwin(1). SB-Holbert(1). K-Hines,
Carroll, Irwin, Radford, Roseman, Troy, Nelson, Lynch 2. BB-Farrell,
Radbourn, Nelson 2. HBP-Denny. PB-Gilligan 4, Holbert 2. HB-Lynch. WP-Lynch.
GWRBI: Start
Temperature: 57, Field: wet, Sky: threatening, Wind: out to left at 16 MPH.

Jack Lynch vs Charlie Radbourn 10/15/1884,@ Messer Street Grounds 1884

ANOTHER EXTRA INNING THRILLER GOES TO THE GRAYS

Trailing by a run in the bottom of the 9th the Grays Paul Radford singled with 1 out. As was usual in the 1880’s the pitcher Charlie Radbourn was asked to bunt the runner over. With the corners in Radbourn bunted a little too hard to 1st baseman Dave Orr, who scooped up the bunt and fired to 2nd to get the force on Radford. Facing Paul Hines, Jack Lynch threw a wild pitch to allow Radbourn to move into scoring position. Hines then smacked the 2-1 pitch off the right field wall for a game tying double.

In the 1oth Paul Radford dropped a fly ball to allow the leadoff batter Tom Esterbrook to reach 2nd. Steve Brady popped out to short right, but Chief Roseman tomahawked a single to left, but the slow-footed Esterbrook could not score. With 1 out and runners on the corners, Radbourn got the tough hitting Dave Orr to pop to 2nd, and then coaxed Dasher Troy to pop out to 1st ending the Metropolitan threat.

In the Grays 10th with 1 out Dave Orr booted a Joe Start groundball, and Jack Farrell followed that with a single to put runners on the corners. Jack Lynch put a little too much mustard on a 2-2 pitch that catcher Bill Holbert couldn’t handle, his 4th passed ball of the game, and as the ball rolled toward the stands Joe Start raced home with the winning run.

10/15/1884, NYM84-PRO84, Messer Street Grounds 1884
                       1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9 10     R  H  E   LOB DP
1884 Metropolitans     1  0  0  0  0  0  1  1  0  0     3  8  2     8  0
1884 Grays             0  0  0  2  0  0  0  0  1  1     4  9  2    10  2

Metropolitans        AB  R  H BI   AVG    Grays                AB  R  H BI   AVG
Esterbrook        3b  5  1  1  0  .100    Hines             cf  4  0  1  1  .222
Brady             rf  5  1  2  1  .200    Carroll           lf  4  0  0  0  .000
Roseman           cf  5  0  2  0  .400    Irwin             ss  4  0  1  0  .333
Orr               1b  5  0  0  0  .100    Denny             3b  5  1  0  0  .000
Troy              2b  5  1  2  1  .333    Start             1b  5  1  0  0  .222
Holbert           c   4  0  0  0  .000    Farrell           2b  5  1  2  1  .429
Nelson            ss  2  0  1  0  .400    Gilligan          c   4  0  2  1  .222
Kennedy           lf  4  0  0  0  .000    Radford           rf  4  0  2  0  .250
Lynch             p   3  0  0  0  .000    Radbourn          p   4  1  1  0  .143
                     38  3  8  2                               39  4  9  3

Metropolitans                    INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Lynch            L 0-1           9.1  9  4  1  3  2 150  90  0.96
                                 9.1  9  4  1  3  2 150  90
Grays                            INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Radbourn         W 2-0          10.0  8  3  3  3  3 141  97  1.23
                                10.0  8  3  3  3  3 141  97

E-Orr, Nelson, Carroll, Radford. 2B-Esterbrook, Roseman, Troy, Hines,
Farrell. K-Esterbrook, Troy, Holbert, Start, Radford. BB-Nelson 2, Lynch,
Hines, Carroll, Irwin. PB-Holbert 4. WP-Lynch 3, Radbourn 2.
Temperature: 58, Sky: clear, Wind: right to left at 15 MPH.

Charlie Radbourn vs. Tim Keefe 10/13/1884, @ Messer Street Grounds 1884           

     MESSER STREET GROUNDS

PITCHER‘S DUAL HIGHLIGHTS GAME 1 MATCHUP

Tim Keefe and Charlie Radbourn battled for 12 innings, each putting up goose eggs inning after inning. In the 12th Keefe handled the 1st 2 batters with ease, but with 2 outs Jack Farrell lined a single into centerfield that was mishandled by Charlie Reipsclager allowing Farrell to reach 2nd. Joe Start singled to right easily scoring Farrell with the winning run.

Both pitchers dominated from the start. Keefe took a no hitter into the 8th inning that was broken up by a lead off single from Joe Start.

Radbourn retired the 1st 12 batters he faced before getting into trouble in the 5th. 2 singles put runners on the corners with 1 out, but Bill Holbert banged into an inning ending double play. Radbourn would allow only 1 more hit over the final 5 innings.

10/13/1884, NYM84-PRO84, Messer Street Grounds 1884
                       1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9 10 11 12     R  H  E   LOB DP
1884 Metropolitans     0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0     0  3  4     3  2
1884 Grays             0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  1     1  5  2     6  2
Metropolitans        AB  R  H BI   AVG    Grays                AB  R  H BI   AVG
Esterbrook        3b  5  0  0  0  .000    Hines             cf  5  0  1  0  .200
Brady             rf  5  0  0  0  .000    Carroll           lf  5  0  0  0  .000
Orr               1b  5  0  1  0  .200    Denny             2b  5  0  0  0  .000
Troy              2b  4  0  1  0  .250    Gilligan          c   5  0  0  0  .000
Reipschlager      cf  4  0  0  0  .000    Bassett           3b  3  0  0  0  .000
Nelson            ss  3  0  1  0  .333     Farrell          ph  2  1  1  0  .500
Holbert           c   4  0  0  0  .000    Start             1b  4  0  2  1  .500
Kennedy           lf  4  0  0  0  .000    Radford           rf  4  0  0  0  .000
Keefe             p   4  0  0  0  .000    Nava              ss  2  0  0  0  .000
                     38  0  3  0           Irwin            ph  2  0  1  0  .500
                                          Radbourn          p   3  0  0  0  .000
                                                               40  1  5  1
Metropolitans                    INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Keefe            L 0-1          11.2  5  1  0  2  6 128  88  0.00
                                11.2  5  1  0  2  6 128  88
Grays                            INN  H  R ER BB  K PCH STR   ERA
Radbourn         W 1-0          12.0  3  0  0  1  3 154 110  0.00
                                12.0  3  0  0  1  3 154 110
PRO: Irwin batted for Nava in the 8th
     Irwin moved to ss in the 9th
     Farrell batted for Bassett in the 10th
     Denny moved to 3b in the 11th
     Farrell moved to 2b in the 11th
E-Troy, Reipschlager, Nelson 2, Bassett, Start. 2B-Orr. CS-Start.
K-Esterbrook, Orr, Reipschlager, Hines, Denny, Gilligan, Radford, Nava,
Radbourn. BB-Nelson, Start, Radbourn.
GWRBI: Start
Temperature: 58, Sky: clear, Wind: in from center at 8 MPH.