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     John Haller, my father, was a native of Pennsylvania, but went to Kentucky about the year 1796, when quite a young man.  He was a spare, active man; weight, about 135 pounds, auburn hair, medium complexion, of great energy and ingenuity.  My other was a Virginian, and was brought to Kentucky in childhood.  Father and mother were married in 1798, but mother died when I was a youth.  About 1796 my father came to Ohio, in company with others, on foot, to look at the country, then an Indian wilderness.  He was delighted with the rich valleys of Miami and Madriver.  In 1807 he again explored the Madriver valley.  I well remember how well pleased he was with the country, and he proposed to emigrate; but the war cloud was gathering between this and the mother country, and he with others hesitated, as it was certain that the savages would unite with the British and resent the intruding pale-faced emigrants.  But, finally, my father resolved to brave the danger, and in October 1812 bade adieu to Kentucky soil and friends, and landed in Urbana, then of but few inhabitants.  Here he followed his trade of blacksmithing until 1814.  He bought land, and settled near the mouth of Nettle Creek, still following his trade, and was the only smith that tempered edge tools in these parts.  Axes could not then be bought as now.  My father could make a good ax, an indespensible article in this timbered country.  His fame spread through the Buck creek country, up the Miami about Sidney, on Lost Creek, among the Hunter's and Enoch's near West Liberty, and on the west side of the river, the Kavanaugh's, and Beard's, and Fuson's, and all intervening settlements.  At about forty-five years of age he joined the M. E. Church, and was rigid in the observance of discipline.  He opposed the use of alcoholic drinks, nor would he suffer such in anything about the house or on the place.  He filled the office of Justice of the Peace in number of years.  He finally sold here, and settled near Defiance, where he died very triumphantly.
     Land was sold in tracts of 160 acres, in payment of $80 at entry, and payments annually until all paid; but if not all paid, the land was forfeited to the Government.  This being an Indian country, very few moneyed men would risk life of self and family among the cruel savages.  The emigrants were mostly men of no means, and those were men of wonderful nerve, beyond civilization, among barbarous savages, a dense forest to hew out, and no means, with all the liabilities incident to emigration.  Let our kid-gloved ladies and gentlemen of the present day think what their fathers and mothers endured!  But they had the grit.  Don't be ashamed of them; they were the highest type of our race.
     As early as the first of the present century, some families emigrated to what is now Madriver township, and settled on lands, and paid the first installment, and commenced building and clearing.  Having to clear first, then make the money out of the products of the soil to pay for the land, it is strange that some failed, as they did, and lost all the money paid - their improvements and land besides!  As great injustice as was ever practiced by any Government to her subjects.
     Perhaps but few countries were settled under greater disadvantages; but the fine soil and climate were very inviting to home seekers, and they came.  We now call attention to some of these noble families: William Ross, Charles Rector and Christopher Weaver, settled just above Tremont.  These were from Kentucky.  Rector and Ross were brothers-in-law, and settled in the rich valley of Madriver.  Ross was of medium stature, and had wonderful strength and endurance.  Rector was larger, was also strong and very hardy.  These men and families were fitted for new country life, and were valuable Christian men and families.  One of Rector's sons lives near the old homestead, and is a valuable Christian man.  Weaver settled on the banks of Stones Creek, just above the Madriver valley; a man of fine stature, an upright Christian man; and one of his sons lives in Urbana now, very aged, has acquired great wealth, and is one of the finest financiers of Urbana.  The above three men, Ross, Rector and Weaver, came here about the first of the present century, and were silvered with gray when I first knew them.  Weaver had camp-meeting on his land many years.
     One Thomas Redman settled just above the falling springs; he had located, but before the war of 1812, retraced his steps back to Kentucky.
     One Therman settled just up the valley, but sold to John Pence at a very early day.  Pence built a grist-mill on Nettle Creek, but finally sold to Louis Pence and went west.  He came from Virginia; and so did William Runkle, afterwards Judge Runkle, who was a tanner by trade, a very kind neighbor, and had an excellent wife and family, none of whom are in this country now.
     William Owens settled on Nettle Creek in 1797 or 1798, and was remarkable for eccentricity, but died in middle life.  Abram Shocky was from Kentucky, settled on Nettle Creek and built a saw mill, and was the most remarkable man in some respects that I ever knew.  He was sandy complexioned, muscular in form, about 175 pounds weight, and certainly the greatest pedestrian that was well timbered with popular, belonging to Uncle Sam.  Shocky was hauling to his mill.  One evening, as he was coming in with a log, Judge Runkle met and said to him, "You cannot haul any more logs from that land, for I have sent Jo. Sims to Cincinnati this morning to enter it."  The next morning as Sims was going to Cincinnati, he met Shockey going home.  Then Shockey revealed to him that he had entered said land.  Circumstances confirmed the fact, and Sims and Shockey went home together, one on foot, the other on horseback.
     This Sims was a Kentuckian, and as stout as any in Madriver township, then or since; a lean, broad-shouldered man of about 220 pounds weight.  Henry and Abram Pence were among the early emigrants from Virginia.  They were Baptists, and were good, consistent men, and were a nucleus around which formed a flourishing Baptist Church.  They were good neighbors, and died full of years, and in death exemplified the power of grace to save in a dying hour.  Abram was remarkable for honesty.  One of his daughters lives near, and a son on part of the old homestead, possessing much of their father's qualities.
     Some farther up Nettle Creek there was a neighborhood of Shenandoah Valley Virginians.  The Wiants, Kites, Loudenbacks, Runkles, Normans, and Jinkenses, many of them valuable citizens and generally the stoutest, hardiest men that settled from any country.  John Wiant was a tanner, and was master of his trade; consequently was highly useful in his day.  Some of his sons are fine business men, and one is a very talented Baptist Minister.   
     Thomas Kenton (Simon Kenton's nephew,) and Ezekiel Arrowsmith were brothers-in-law.  Kenton was a native of Virginia; Arrowsmith of Maryland, but lived a time in Kentucky; in 1801 he came to the Madriver valley.  Kenton was a good-sized, well-made man - a man of great endurance and energetic industry.  Perhaps the first election held in the township in 1805 was held in his house.  He lived to a great age.  Arrowsmith was slender, rather tall and active when young. With this family I connected.  There were five boys and four girls living when I became acquainted with them, and thirty years acquaintance gave me a fine opportunity to know them, and thirty years acquaintance gave me a fine opportunity to know them, and when together, I think they were agreeable a family as I ever knew.  Arrowsmith's wife was Simon Kenton's niece; and all that knew her will bear me witness, that she was among the kindest women that ever lived.  All the Kenton family were remarkable for strength of memory, and the above-named Thomas Kenton seemed never to forget anything that he had known.  These were valuable citizens, and the first Methodist society which was organized in this part of the township, met at Ezekiel Arrowsmith's, and his house was a place of preaching for many years.
     Archibald McGrew came from Pennsylvania, and settled on a fine tract of land.  He was a well-made, stout, hardy man, and lived to a great age, and aided in the improvement of the country. 
     Christian Stevens came to Ohio from Pennsylvania, and intended to purchase land where Zanesville now stands, but he town site was fixed on his choice, and he left abruptly and went to Kentucky, and stayed there about two years, then came to this part of Ohio.  He was a Methodist, and he opened his house as a place for preaching, and there I joined the church fifty-three years since.
     Elisha and William Harbour were Virginians, but came to Ohio among the first settlers.  They were valuable citizens.  I lived by them many years, and more honest men I never knew.
     I will now speak of Rev. Robert McFarland, of public notoriety, who came to Ohio in the year _____.  He was a lean, slender man, dark complexioned, black hair; weight about 155 pounds when in middle life.  He was called an exhorter, but he preached as did the Apostles.  A Virginian by birth, but was taken to Kentucky when young, and lastly came to Ohio.  He unloaded his goods by an oak log near where the Union Church now stands, then a dense forest; he has pointed me to the spot as we rode by.  His purse contained about four dollars, two of which he gave to his teamster for expense money.  What a prospect this!  After living some time on the east side of the river, he bought land and settled west on Anderson's creek, in Concord township.  He being a Methodist, gathered around him a flourishing society, and his house became a preaching place.  Methodism in indebted more to him, than any man in that part of the country.  His closing hours were truly exaltic.
     I may speak a few words of Simon Kenton, of historic fame.  I new him in Urbana in 1814; he was then quite old.  Afterward, I saw him at his relatives many times.  Though bowed by age yet the beholder could see that muscle and mind gave evidence of former nobleness and strength and generous heart impulses.  I only gave this as a passing tribute; western history amplifies his worth.
     I may be permitted to speak of Thomas Grafton, though not of Madriver township.  He grew up, and married among the hills of Virginia; but could see no site for a living there.  I was well acquainted with Grafton, and got these things from him.  He packed up and started towards the northwest, as Jacob of old, not knowing whither he went; he traveled into Ohio until he reached the dense beach forest nine miles west of Urbana.  There he unloaded and built a camp for shelter, and soon reared a cabin, and commenced clearing.  He, like others, had to clear and then cultivate and sell the products to pay for the land on which the crop grew.  He raised wheat, and once sold 400 bushels for $100, to pay for his land; but salt was hard to get, and as the surest way was to go to the factory, so Grafton steered to the Scioto salt works, cutting his way through, a distance of eighty miles
.  When he arrived, his clothes were torn, had no money, but told his errand.  The proprietor scanned him, and then said, I suppose you will pay me, and let him have the salt, after saying, you wear good clothes.  He sold one barrel of that salt for $27.  When he became aged, he seemed to be in his elements, if he could take a four-horse load of his neighbor women to Urbana, on a trading expedition.  He lived to a great age; he died without regret, regretted by all.  In those days, people manufactured their own wear.  There were few sheep in the country, consequently wool was quite an object.  My father sent my oldest brother to Kentucky for fifty pounds of wool, which he brought out on a horse.  Frank brought a flock of sheep to Urbana, and sold them to the farmers around town; perhaps all the sheep in the country in early times descended from them.
     One Bassel West bought a cow of my former father-in-law on credit, and after long credit he paid for the cow, saying that he did not think he could have raised his family without the cow.
     But the forest began to be dotted with inhabitants, and as emigration poured in, the hunting grounds of the savages were owned by the pale-faces, and the bones of their ancestors were plowed over by strangers.  These things outraged the forbearance and former kindness of the red men of the forest, and depredations were not uncommon, and at one time after certain misdemeanors, alarm spread with both parties, and a council was called to meet at Springfield.  The parties met.  General William Ward represented the whites.  Tecumseh was advocate for the Indians.  An amicable adjustment was made.  Tecumseh's speeches on that occasion were never translated, and this I regret; some of my friends were there who thought them as fine specimens of eloquence as they ever listened to   His interpreter said he could not give force to them, he seemed to surpass Ward greatly in point of force.
     I will be pardoned for speaking more at length of this savage chieftain.  He was born in 1768, in Piqua, an old Indian town of the Shawnees, on the west bank of Madriver, five miles west of Springfield, and was one of three at a birth.  His father was of the Kiscopoke (or Kicapoo) tribe; his mother of the Shawnees nation.  He was above medium stature; his personal appearance was dignified and commanding; as a speaker, he was fluent and clear, with a musical tone of voice.  His speeches were ornamented by striking illustrations and lofty flights at the council.  At Springfield, above alluded to, he evinced great force and dignity.  As a warrior, he was brave but humane.  Ardent in his country's cause, he keenly resented the encroachments of the whites, yet extended protection to the captive.  Early in life he distinguished himself in several skirmishes with the whites, but was not promoted to the chiefship till he was about thirty years of age.
     In witnessing the onward rolling tide of white emigration, he anticipated the fall of his native land.  The thought of the mouldering remains of departed kindred, whose resting place would be disturbed by strangers, prompted feelings of resentment; he conceived the importance of concentrating all the Indian forces west, south and north, in one united effort of extermination and opposition; he set out on a tour to the south, visiting all the Indian tribes contiguous to his route, urging the necessity of immediate action.  Meeting one tribe in Louisiana who refused aid, Tecumseh stamped his foot on the ground and said, the Great Spirit would shake the earth, in evidence of His displeasure.  The threatened phenomenon strangely occurred as predicted in the shock of 1811, to the great alarm of the delinquent nation.  But war spread her wings of blood over the country, and ere the contemplated arrangement could be effected, Harrison had struck the blow on the Tippecanoe that forever sealed the savage fate.  But Tecumseh was not yet subdued, but traveled north, gathering to his standard a remnant who, like himself, could be overpowered but not conquered, united with the dastardly Proctor, who was greatly inferior in generalship, intelligence, and humanity, and was charged by Tecumseh with cowardice, and was repeatedly urged by the savage chief to active duty.
     When Perry achieved the victory on the Lake, the British gave up Lake Erie, and thought of drawing off their land forces, when Tecumseh addressed them, illustrating their infidelity by keen sarcasm.  This speech was translated and read shortly afterward, and may be seen in history at this day.
     But the land forces under Harrison on the one hand, and Proctor and Tecumseh on the other, were yet pending.  Just previous to the engagement, the fated chieftain seemed to realize his doom, and said to his companions, "I shall not survive this conflict; but if it is the will of the Great Spirit, I wish to deposit my bones with those of my ancestors."  He drew his sword and added, "When I am dead, take this sword; and when my son grows to manhood, give it to him!"  Soon the forces engage in deadly conflict.  The thundering tones of Tecumseh rose above the roar of battle, in the fiercest of the conflict; at the head of his band he deals death around him, till overpowered by numbers, the mighty chief, tains sinks in death's cold embrace.  On seeing their leader slain, the remnant of hte savage forces retreated in confusion, leaving the field with the dying and the dead to the victors.  When he fell, Tecumseh was about forty-five years of age.  With the opportunities of some great men, perhaps this noble son of the forest would have been second to none that have set foot on the continent of any color. 
     Disheartened and driven back, the poor savage has been compelled to seek a home on the slopes of the Rocky Mountains, near the coast of the mighty western waters.
     The whites again claim their hunting grounds.  Like Noah's dove, they have no place on which to rest the sole of the foot.  Many powerful tribes have become extinct, bearing no trace of former greatness - perhaps in a few revolving centuries not a vestige of the once powerful tribes will remain to rehearse the said story of their fate.  In the language of Logan, the lamenting Mingo chief, not a drop of pure Indian blood will run in the veins of any living creature.
     Hostilities having now ceased, emigrants of all creeds and nationalities came among us, bringing their predilections with them.  An outgrowth of privilege to worship according to conscientious views was granted with readiness, and at first it was found expedient to unite irrespective of predilections, and worship harmoniously together.  Dwellings were freely opened and those little bands would worship harmoniously together, until each acquired strength sufficient, then societies were organized; soon log meeting houses were built, though of rude construction, yet sons of praise would reverberate in the forests from those temples.  A long house was built by the Methodists on the land of William Ross, named above.  The next was a Baptist Church on Nettlecreek, also of logs; and in youth and early manhood I worshiped there, though not a member.  In 1820 a log church was built by the Methodists, on the land of Christian Stevens.  There I worshiped for many years.  These buildings were not comfortable.  As soon as circumstances would permit, more commodious houses were erected.  The Methodists have a brick in Tremont, also in Westville - the Baptists have a fine brick church on the site of the old log.
     Rev. Robert McFarland served as class leader, for the first class organized in this part of the township, and that met at Ezekiel Arrowsmith's.  Next said class met at Stevens', and until the log meeting house was built - Bro. McFarland still serving until the society was organized in his neighborhood.  His house was opened for preaching and class, until a log house was built partly on his own land, which gave place to a brick, and lately they have built one of the finest brick country churches in the county.  These churches stand where the tall trees of the forest once bowed to God who bade them grow.
     The men who used to bring glad tidings of great joy to the disconsolate, should have a place in history, and be held in everlasting remembrance.  I will give the name of some of them, and first of the Baptist brethren, to-wit: John Thomas, John Gutridge, Wm. Harper, Moses Grazee, Willis Hance, Daniel Bryant, Thomas Price, John Norman, Samuel Williams, and some whose names I do not remember; all these I have heard preach at Nettlecreek.  I will add William Fuson.  Now of the Methodist brethren - Henry B. Bascom, Moses Trader, Adjet McGuire, Robert, James and John Findly, John Strange, Russel Biglow, John Collins, W. H. Raper, Augustus Eddy, George Marly, George Walker, Michael Marly, Leroy Swormsted and Daniel D. Davidson - these are all gone.
     It might be matter of interest to some at least, if the peculiarities and personal appearance of some of the most remarkable of these men were given.  This I do from memory, and may not be entirely correct.  Yet, in the main, I think I will be nearly so.  I may not give them in the order as they came.
     I take the Baptist brethren first.  John Thomas was a small, light man, dark hair and complexion, deliberate, cautious, not venturesome, great strength and endurance for one of his size.  Gutridge was just the opposite; fluent, bold, assuming; would dash ahead if he did run against a stump, which he sometimes did.  He cared for his stomach.  In a travel once he stopped with a sister for dinner, on wash day.  It was about dinner time.  When seated at table the lady said they had a plain dinner.  Yes, said Gutridge, it is plain fare, but wholesome diet.  The lady replied: "If you are a good man it is good enough; if not, a thousand times too good."  Frazee was prized by his brethren for his adherence to his doctrines, and had considerable ability to defend them.  Willis Hance was acceptable among his brethren.  Daniel Bryant is still living.  I have heard him when young, and since he has become aged, and feel it just to say that I consider him among the talented in any branch of the Christian church.  For originality, is not surpassed by any of his brethren that I have heard.  Thomas Price has been esteemed by his brethren for his piety; I would say a zeal, but not according to knowledge.  James Dunlap was an old times preacher.  Was popular in his day.  I have spoken of my Baptist brethren that I had known in youth and early manhood; I may now speak of my Methodist brethren, of whom I know more, and can say more.  Bascom was among the first.  Somewhat foppish in appearance, of medium stature.  He had great command of language.  At the time, his audiences were spell-bound; but soon the enchantment would evaporate, and you had only to fall back on the occasion.  Trader was able, but contentious, and seemed to say I am watching you.  McGuire was able, benignant, and wished you to see the purity and appropriateness of the gospel system.  Old Robert Findly had great ability, even when aged; was strict, rigid of law and order, and drilled his flock.  John Findly was mild, persuasive, and logical.  James Findly was a large muscular man, bold, determined, defiant, ready for combat, and was a Boanerges, and would awe into reverence.  You would think he intended to try to shake creation, and yet sometimes he would touch the sympathies of his hearers.  Rupel Biglow was quite small, and almost homely to deformity.  When he preached, he would lay his premises as carefully as a skillful general would arrange his forces for battle, he would comprehend the obstacles to be overcome, see that his forces were sufficient, every officer in his place, men and munitions all properly arranged, and then the word given, shell and shot, small and large arms, grape and cannister, as though the heavens and earth were coming together, and in the consternation would charge bayonets, and complete the destruction.  Such seemed to be his power over men.  John Collins was spare, light and sprightly; his method was conversational; with rich, mellow voice, a heart throbbing with tender emotions - he would commence talking to you; his kindness would win on you, till you would be in his power, then he would deal out some circumstance so pathetically given, that the whole audience would weep in perfect response to the preacher's wish.  After you were seated and had listened awhile you could not leave if you would, nor you would not if you could.  Augustus Eddy was a fine looking man, and had a clear, strong, musical voice.  The intonations seemed to have a magic power over you, as he would urge to pause and think, and you would be likely to promise.
     John Strong I had forgotten.  He was a slender, tall man, prepossessing in appearance; when speaking he would throw out his shrill, strong voice, till he would arrest attention, then he would hold you in a kind of suspense as though some commotion in nature was in expectation.  The sinner would be in state of alarm, then he would summon all his strength and pierce the wicked as though a well-aimed gun had sent a ball to pierce the heart, and sometimes sinners would fall as if shot in reality.
     William H. Raper was perhaps as fine a looking man as I ever looked on.  The attention of the audience would never fall to be attracted by the noble dignity of the preacher, and the inevitable conclusion would be, "that you are a finished gentleman and a wise counsellor," and you would cheerfully take a seat near the speaker; his clear logic and profound thought so modestly given, would prepossess you in his favor; you would begin to desire his companionship, and thus he could lead you against your preconceived opinions.
     George Marly was the most remarkable favor native eccentricity of any in my knowledge.  He had good preaching abilities.  His audience would alternate between laughing and crying, just at Marly's pleasure, and it was perfectly natural - it may have been unavoidable.  He was desired to preach once at each conference.
     George Walker was a large, stout man, with a strong voice, vehement in  his manner.  His assaults were made as by storm; his spirit was to kill or be killed; not compromising, nothing daunted or impeding, but onward to victory.  His mantle has fallen on but few.  Leroy Swarmsted traveled here when a young man, or rather, a white-headed boy; he was medium in stature; I only remember that he was quite able.  Daniel D. Davidson was a lean, long man, of good size, and very fine voice and good preaching abilities - a faithful pastor, and able divine.
     Michael Marly, (the last of the catalogue that I now notice) was a well made hardy man of good size.  His appearance indicated a man of thought and fixed principles, and seemed to say "Treat me and my views respectfully, for they are sustainable by the highest authorities."  And when put to the test he never failed to make good his purpose.  I think I have never known the man that could go into the depths of theology equal with Michael Marly, and he was a student to the end of his life.  He would remind one of the man stationed at divergent roads in the wilderness, all unsafe but one, and a departure would hazard life, and it was his business to set them in the safe way.  He was able to reconcile apparent conflicting passages of scripture, showing their meaning as they stood connected with other scriptures, thus clearly bringing out and presenting truth; and when in his strength he had great ability to enforce and apply his logical concusions.
     On hearing Alfred Cookman I thought he might be equal to Marly in this respect, but I only heard him twice, and in this he seemed quite able to bring up those deep thoughts that seemed beneath the surface, and to apply them; and I regret that these great men have gone, and that we can hear them no more.
     The difference between them as it strikes me, is this; that Cookman would point to the safe road, all strewn with flowers and beautified with evergreens, and make the impression that all the flowery paths were paths of peace, and then he would go out in that grateful smile and thus win the misguided to that peaceful way; while Marly would describe the safety and security of his way, and then point to the danger of those divergent roads, and send out his thrilling warning voice showing the dreadful results, reaching countless ages, so as to alarm the fears of the guilty.
     I could wish to have known some of the valuable Ministers of other orders or branches of the Church, the Presbyterian, Lutheran, the Friends (Quakers), and others, but in early life I only knew the Baptists and Methodists, as there was no organization of any other near us.  Of late I have become acquainted with some valuable Ministers of whom I could say much of their gentlemanly deportment and christian character.  I hope however some one will rescue from forgetfulness some of those venerable departed spirits, that I did not know.  But little more than 60 years since and Ohio was an unbroken forest, the home of the numerous and powerful war-like savage tribes.  The fine soil and climate presented unusual inducements to emigration.  Some enterprising pioneers found homes for themselves and families among wild beasts, and war-like savages, in the bosom of this fertile country.  The anticipated danger incident, prevented capitalists from early emigration.
     The war of 1812 (59 years since) not only checked emigration, but spread consternation among those that had settled.  Some retraced their steps to their former homes, while others, rather than lose their all, collected in forts of their own construction, for personal protection.  The Government, as we have seen, was mostly in possession of the land, and sold in tracts of 160 acres and upwards.  The purchaser paid eighty dollars i hand, per 160 acres, and the remainder in equal annual payments, till paid.  In default of meeting any of the back payments as they fell due, the land was forfeited to the Government, subject to re-entry, or sold to the highest bidder.  Some settled on land, and commenced building and clearing, but failed to meet one or more of the back payments, and lost the money aid, their improvements, and land in the bargain, as before mentioned.  But those who succeeded in making payments, were debtors to the Government for several years for their land.  Let those of the present day remember that the pioneers of this country first cleared, then cultivated their land with their now hands, and sold the products; if wheat, at 25 cents per bushel; if corn, at 10 cents per bushel; and pork at $1.50 per hundred weight.  Great inconvenience was experienced for want of good roads.  It was a matter of great inconvenience to haul grain a long distance, over bad roads, for such prices as named.  Our farming implements, too, were quite inferior, and money was mostly paid for Government lands, and sent out of the country.  Those living in the interior lacked channels of trade.  But the last thirty-nine years has changed the figures in Ohio; and this is the true basis of calculation; and how stands the account?  Well, in that brief period she has rivaled States several times her own age, and is now acknowledged on all hands to be third in the constellation of States, in point of wealth, population and importance.
     Of an ordinary season, Ohio can send abroad about $150,000,000 worth of surplus.  This calculation is made in the absence of statistics, but it may be in the neighborhood of truth.  Few States are equal to Ohio in quality and variety of soil.  She is capable of a more dense population than any State in the Union.  Her vast beds of iron-ore and stone-coal are fast becoming available.  Some of her territory is yet unsettled.  Much of the distant travel from east to west, and from north to south, will doubtless pass our borders.  Our State produces all the grains, vegetables and northern fruits necessary to comfort, every species of stock in general demand, and all the profitable varieties of the grape.  When all our sources are fully developed, and all our railroad facilities, all of Ohio will be a garden spot.

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