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SURVEYED IN 1807, by General James Hedges,
Deputy Surveyor of the United States
| Population in 1820............... |
.........62 |
| Population in 1830 |
.........1097 |
| Population in 1840
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.......2007 |
| Population in 1850
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.......1902 |
| Population in 1860 (including
Perrysville)
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.......1743 |
The first white settlement was made in 1809 or 1810.
It was, probably, settled the same year with
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Mifflin
and Mohican. There is no township in the
county more rich in antiquarian wealth, or incident
relating to its early history, than Green.
Dr. J. P. Henderson, of Newville, a fine
scholar, and a gentleman of cultivated taste, has a
collection of specimens of the ancient race, the
accumulations of many years, and gathered from Ohio
and other Northwestern States, some of the most
valuable of which were obtained from this township.
After centuries of undisturbed repose, the
disemboweled earth of old Green has yielded up
treasures which have enriched the cabinets of
students of archaeological science to a greater
degree, probably, than any surface of equal extent
in the country.
Upon the land of Jesse Parr existed a circular
embankment, seven feet in height, inclosing an area
of nearly three acres. From a mound, a few
rods east of this work, curiously wrought implements
of copper and stone were taken. Regarding
other of these ancient works near the old Indian
village, the reader is referred to the statement of
Samuel Graham, which will be found in its
proper place.
Much of the surface of Green Township is broken,
although its hills and valleys yield rich rewards to
the cultivators of its sold, as the agricultural
statistics demonstrate.
The Black Fork enters the township from its western
border, and flows in a southeasterly course, until
it reaches Loudonville, in Hanover Township -
traversing a distance of about ten miles. The
low banks and sluggish current of this stream render
its water privileges of comparatively little value.
There are, however, two dams upon it in Green
Township. One of these, owned by Mr.
Beechley, runs two pairs of
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burrs and one saw;
and the other, formerly known as the "Stringer
Mill," but now owned by Augustus A. Taylor,
furnishes water for running three pairs of burrs and
one saw. The valley of this stream is
generally broad, and not exceeded in fertility by
any area of equal extent in this quarter of Ohio.
It will be discovered, by statements elsewhere made,
that in the early settlement of the township,
Messrs. Coulter, Oliver, Rice, and others
built flat-bottomed boats, and freighted them with
pork, flour, whisky, etc., and ran them to New
Orleans. These boats world average about
fifteen feet in width, fifty feet in length, and
would carry near twelve hundred pounds.
Upon the Clear Fork, which only runs about a mile
through the southwest corner of Green Township,
there is one dam, furnishing power for running a
grist-mill with three pairs of burrs, and a saw-mill
with one saw. These mills are now the property
of Thomas W. Calhoun.
Honey Creek originates
in the Quaker Springs, near the southeast line of
Vermillion Township, and pursues a southwardly
course through Green, a distance of about five
miles, and terminates in the Black Fork, upon the
land recently owned by the late Abraham Dehaven
Upon this stream there are six saw-mills and one
grist-mill.
CHURCHES IN
GREEN TOWNSHIP.
Aside from
those in the town of Perrysville there are two.
UNION.
About 1837,
the Methodist Episcopal denomination erected a house
for worship near the northeast corner
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of Green
Township, adjacent to the present town of McKay.
The society, about twelve years since, becoming
feeble, by reason of deaths and removals, the
building and ground are purchased by Christians, in
the neighborhood, belonging to various
denominations, and it is now open to all creeds who
desire its use as a place for worship. The
present trustees are Abner Hissen, Jacob Barlett,
and Jesse Davis. The building is a
frame, and will accommodate with seats about two
hundred persons.
GREENTOWN
BAPTIST CHURCH.
The
building was erected in 1837. It is built of
brick; is 35 by 44 feet, and will accommodate with
seats a congregation of three hundred and fifty
persons.
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PERRYSVILLE
This town,
the only one in Green Township, was laid out on the
10th day of June, 1815, by Thomas Coulter.
| Population in 1830............... |
9 |
| Population in 1860............... |
135 |
The town is
situated upon the line of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne,
and Chicago Railroad. It contains one church,
one forwarding and commission house, two dry goods
stores, one tannery, one hotel, one tailor shop, one
blacksmith shop, one grocery and provision store,
and two physicians.
PRESBYTERIAN
CHURCH. 307
This is the
only one in the town. Perrysville united with
Lake Fork in the support of a minister;
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was
organized, probably, in 1818, or earlier, and
enjoyed part of the ministerial labors of the
Rev. S. Baldridge for several years.
Rev. William Hughes was licensed as a clergyman
of the Old School Presbyterian Church, by the
Presbytery of Beaver, on the 24th of June, 1829, and
during the same year immigrated to this county.
On the 15th of August, 1829, he preached the first
sermon in the neighborhood of his present residence,
at the house of the late William Taylor, Esq.,
in Green Township. On the ninth of September
following he was appointed by Presbytery as stated
supply for the churches at Perrysville and Lake Fork
Cross Roads. April 5th, 1830, he was ordained.
The first elders of the church were Thomas Coulter,
John Van Horn, and George Crawford -
none of whom are now living. The present
elders are William D. Ewalt, James Byers, John
White, and William Reed; and the deacons
are James Coe and William D. Ewalt.
The building was
erected thirty-six years ago, is 30 by 44 feet, and
will accommodate a congregation of four hundred
persons.
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REMINISCENCES OF
THE PIONEERS OF GREEN TOWNSHIP.
JAMES BYERS.
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307
CONRAD CASTOR
- 308
JONATHAN COULTER - 309
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A Colony of
Land Pirates.
In the year
1825, a band of outlaws, under the leadership of
John Driskel made their principal abode in Green
Township, upon the farm now owned
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by John Taylor, Esq. They were the
terror of the good people of Green and neighborhood,
as they had previously been of the inhabitants of
Columbiana and Wayne Counties, where they had
formerly resided, and where they had committed
extensive depredations. While in the
first-named county, the elder Driskel had an
encounter with one of the Poe family,
resulting in the loss of the tip of his nose, which,
added to his naturally repulsive features, gave him
a marked and hideous countenance.
During his residence in Wayne County, but while
other others families connected with the gang,
hereafter mentioned, were living in Green Township,
he had been sentenced to the penitentiary, and
effected his escape. A reward was offered for
his recapture and return. His confederates
were numerous, and scattered over a large district
of territory; but John Driskel, his son
Pearson, and his son-in-law Reeson Brawdy,
and Aaron Brawdy, were among the most
desperate; and they (when not professionally
engaged) and their families made their headquarters
on the place above mentioned.
Their principal crimes were horse-stealing,
incendiarism, and burglaries. They were men of
great physical strength and brutal courage, and
never omitted an opportunity to exercise these
qualities. The boldness and frequency of their
depredations had aroused intense indignation among
the people of the neighborhood, and organized
efforts were made to detect the haunts and effect a
capture of the leaders. Among those most
active and vigilant in securing this object, were
Jonathan Coulter and William Irvin- the
former being generally engaged, when one of the gang
would be arrested, in prosecuting for the
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State, and the latter being constable of the
township. The outlaws had offered,
alternately, violent threats and large bribes in
money to these and other like adversaries to secure
their neutrality; but their firm resistance of all
corrupt offers to compound felony, and their
inflexible determination to either bring the
culprits to justice or rid the country of their
presence, brought upon them the concentrated malice
of the entire gang, and a war of extermination
became necessary to the security of life and
property in the settlement.
The barns of Coulter and Irvin were fired
during the fall of the year 1829 - consuming several
horses and large stocks of grain, hay, etc., and
requiring all the energies of Mr. Coulter and
family to prevent the flames from communicating
with their house. Suspicions led to the arrest
of Pearson Driskel, who was tried and
sentenced to the penitentiary for the crime;
although in the progress of his trial it appeared
that he was only a particeps criminis- having
employed a fellow known as "Crop-eared Bawdy" to
accomplish the incendiary work.
Efforts were, some years later, made to arrest the
elder Driskel, who, having effected his
escape from the penitentiary, had been discovered,
one December evening, near dark, by John Kidwell
in Mohican Township, making his way, stealthily, on
horseback, thorough the woods, in the direction of
the dwellings of his son and son-in-law. The
younger Driskel in the mean time had served
his term in the penitentiary, and was at home.
Kidwell, anticipating the destination of the
old man, immediately set out on foot through the
woods to communicate his discovery to the immediate
neighbors of the outlaws. A force of
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five resolute men were assembled, and proceeded to
the suspected houses, which they reached at a late
hour in the night; and a careful reconnoissance of
the premises discovered hanging under the portico of
young Driskel's cabin a new saddle, which had
been described by Kidwell as the one upon the
horse which the old man was riding. Being thus
persuaded that the fugitive was in the house before
them, three of the party, consisting of William
Irvin, David Ayres, and Thomas W.
Coulter, opened the door and entered. The
latter approached the fire-place to stir the live
coals, and produce a light in the room. The
inmates of the house had, until this, been in a
profound slumber; but the movement of Coulter
awoke the women, who immediately gave utterance to
piercing screams. Their cries at once aroused
the old man; and, springing from bed with a
bowie-knife in hand, stooped down and also seized
his rifle, threatening with death every intruder who
did not instantly leave the house. His order
was promptly obeyed - the three men retreating and
closing the door after them. The old man
stormed terribly, and swore that he would not be
taken alive - that he would rather be shot down in
his tracts than returned to the penitentiary - and
that he would sell his life as dearly as possible.
It was a bitter cold night; and the party on the
outside, suffering from the inclemency of the
weather, determined to bring the scene to a close,
and they accordingly announced to the old man that
he had five minutes in which to make his election of
death or surrender. During this interval, he
at several times sought to escape through the door
and confront his enemies; but his son, aided by the
women, would as often force him back from the door.
In one of
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these efforts, he had thrust his gun and arm through
an opening in the doorway, when William Irvin
seized the opportunity to deal a heavy blow with a
club upon his exposed arm, which for the time
paralyzed it. Four of the five men were armed
with flint-lock muskets - these being the best
fire-arm in common use in those days - and the other
had a pistol. Old Driskel was a little
ahead of the times. He owned a pick-lock gun -
percussion caps were not known in this country then
- but old Driskel's nice gun had what were
called "percussion grains." These grains were
about the size of a pin's head, and the pick
striking down on one was what exploded the powder.
The old man had his gun raised to fire at Mr.
Rice, who was standing in front of the partly
open door, when his son Pearson slipped his
hand between his gun and the pick, thereby
preventing the discharge of the gun, but receiving a
wound upon his own hand. He once snapped his
gun within four feet of the breast of David Ayres,
and the latter aimed a pistol at the body of the
culprit, but his weapon also missed fire. The
five minutes having expired, the order to fire was
given, and the result was four "snaps" and one
"flash." Ayres pistol was a crack one,
and in a few minutes its load was accidentally
discharged. To obtain a better sight on the
old man, the party began to push out the "chinking"
between the logs for the purpose of securing
portholds for the muzzles of their guns; when the
criminal yielded to the entreaties of his family,
and announced his willingness to surrender.
The men then entered the house and secured the limbs
of the prisoner with a rope - committed him to the
charge of two strong men, brothers, named
Peterson, who, on the same morning, left with
their charge
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for Columbus. Arriving at Sunbury, Delaware
County, on the first night, the old villain managed
to effect his escape - and thus terminated the
career, in Ohio, of one of the vilest desperadoes
that ever cursed a civilized community. His
family and confederates soon joined him in the West,
where they pursued their vocation of crime for some
years; when old John, his son William,
and another of the gang, fell into the hands of a
band of "Regulators," in Northern Illinois, and were
shot immediately upon their seizure. The body
of his youngest son, David was soon after
found hanging upon a tree.
A communication by John Coulter, Esq., published
several years since in the Mansfield Herald,
contains the following reference to this band and
their depredations, and the names of those who had
organized to bring them to justice: -
"This gang was also composed of some of the actual
settlers as well as others at a distance. The
following are some of the depredations which were
committed previous to their being detected and
routed.
"They commenced first by stealing the horse of
William Taylor, Esq., then living on Honey
Creek, about three miles east of Perrysville.
Next was the stealing Alexander Rices
Rockingham colt, a very valuable animal; then the
breaking open and robbing Mr. Hart's store,
on Honey Creek, about three miles south of
Hayesville.
"These depredations, committed in succession, alarmed
the different neighborhoods, calling into action the
services of the 'Black Cane Company.'*
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*This company was composed of the most prominent
settlers of the different neighborhoods molested by
these ruffians. Each member of the company
carried with him a black cane made of
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"Marshaling their numbers into the field, they started
out upon a searching expedition. Information
had reached them that the goods stolen from Mr.
Hart's store were secreted in a certain elder
swamp, about one and a half miles above the village
of Perrysville, which swamp was situated near the
banks of the Black Fork.
"On receiving the information, the company immediately
repaired to the swamp, and after searching it, they
returned without meeting with any success.
"In a few days after this, the saddle of John
Coulter was stolen, and, as he supposed, in
retaliation for assisting in the search of the goods
stolen from Mr. Hart.
"A few days afterward, information reached Messrs.
Coulter and Hart that the
saddle and other stolen goods were en route for the
West.
"On hearing this, Mr. Coulter and Mr.
Smith (after being duly authorized) went in
pursuit of said goods, overtaking the wagons at
Monroeville, and searched them, but without success;
and they came to the conclusion that the goods were
not there, and returned home.*
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the wood of crab-apple or black haw,
as follows : the bark was peeled off, (the knots
being left on,) after which the canes were burned
black, and theu greased for the purpose of giving
them a shining appearance.
The names of the persons composing this company, as far
as recollected, are, Captain Thomas
Coulter, William Irvin, A. Rice,
Isaac Martin, Thomas Martin, David Coulter, C. H.
Rice, David Ayres, Charles Tannehill, Lewis Oliver,
T. W. Coulter, John Capel, Solomon Gladden, Melzer
Tannehill, Jonathan Coulter, James Irvin, Nathan
Stearns, Harry Hill, David Hill, Reuben Hill, John
Latty, Levi Taylor, John Coulter, Esq., and some
others whose names are not now recollected.
* It was, nevertheless, afterward ascertained that
the goods
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"After his return home, Mr. Coulter
commenced the collection of several judgments then
due on his docket, one of which, amounting to about
forty-five dollars, was on one of this notorious
clan, who, having considerable business before Mr.
Coulter in his official capacity, knew where
he (Mr. Coulter) kept the money he
thus collected.
"After collecting the money, one evening after his
return, a thought occurred to him that his desk
might become an object of consideration to this
villain and his gang, and that the removal of said
deposits to another place might not be unimportant.
This was done; the money, excepting about five
dollars, was removed. That night his desk was
removed from the house into the meadow, about
one-fourth of a mile distant, then owned by Dr.
Ayres, and rifled of its contents, amounting
to five dollars in money, a set of shaving tools,
and a penknife, all of which the villians took.
By removing the money, Mr. Coulter
saved about one hundred dollars.
"About the time that the barns of Jonathan
Coulter and William Irvin were
fired and burned, a large flatboat, built by
Lucius Doolittle, and loaded with three
or four hundred barrels of flour, pork, and whisky,
was cut loose from its moorings by the same clan of
villians, and left to drift at random down the Black
Fork of Mohican. Luckily it drifted but a short
distance, when it was discovered and made safe.
"All these depredations were committed in the space of
about one year, during which almost every
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were then actually in the wagon, but
confined under a false floor of the bed, and, on
entering the wagon, the deception was not
discovered.
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house in the neighborhood was plundered of some
thing or other.
From the Mansfield Herald,
March 24, 1858
COULTER FAMILY
- 317
JOHN COULTER.
- 320
JAMES GLADDEN
323
SAMUEL GRAHAM
- 324
CALVIN HILL
- 325
ANDREW HUMPHREY - 325
WILLIAM HUNTER - 326
WILLIAM IRVIN - 330
MOSES JONES - 330
THOMAS JOHNSTON - 330
PETER KINNEY - 331
WILLIAM McNAULL - 332
JOHN NEPTUNE - 332
ALLEN OLIVER. - 332
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Characteristic of Johnny
Appleseed.
Johnny,
from more respect to his sense of right than law,
would join parties who were employed in work upon
the public roads. On one occasion, while thus
engaged near the Jones prairie, in Green
Township, a yellow jacket's nest became disturbed,
and one of the insects found its way under his
pants; and although it inflicted repeated stings, he
gently and quietly forced it downward by pressing
his pants above it. His comrades, much amused
at his gentleness under such circumstances, inquired
why he did not kill it? To which he replied
that "it would not be right take the life of the
poor thing, as it was only obeying the instinct of
its nature, and did not intend to hurt
him."
A Trip of New Orleans,
Richland, etc.
In the
spring of 1823, Lewis Oliver and John
Davis purchased of Nathan Dehaven a flat
bottomed boat,
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and freightened it, partly at the place of Mr.
Oliver and partly at the Loudonville mills, with
wheat, flour, lumber, park, chickens, and whisky,
and safely navigated their craft and its
burden to New Orleans. At that place, not
finding a market for their wheat and pork, they
reshipped those portions of their cargo to Richmond,
Virginia. From the latter place, they traveled
homeward, on foot.
WILLIAM REED
- 334
EBENEZER RICE
- 334
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The Old Distilleries
"Anyway to
make money to pay taxes, and have a little something
to trade on," thought the poor pioneer; and no
better way was there than to make whisky. And
here, in early days, among the sylvan shades of wild
and beautiful Green Township, were no less than
eight distilleries. A staunch, buzzing,
seething, chattering, peerless one, was that which
stood on the green slope just a few rods above
Greentown meeting house: old, old settlers will tell
you now, with a sneaking, fun-loving twinkle in the
half averted eye, "it made most delicious whisky."
But, alas! for the curse! poor men hung around it,
willing to chop wood, empty slops, or do any dirty
jobs, for all they could drink while they worked.
Another distillery was near where Warring
Wolf now lives, a mile or so below McKay;
another on the Cowen farm; another on
the Van Horn estate; one on the
Vanscoyoe farm; another on Richard
Guthrie's; another on Jesse Parr's;
and the last one we can remember, near the old
Manner mill, on the Clear Fork.
Thank God! they are all gone now! The sweet
autumn airs play over the green, grassy places where
once rose their snaky hisses and their pestilential
breathings, and the brooks and hill side springs and
gushing fountains, that were once so
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wickedly perverted to base uses, now sin no more.
Where stood the distilleries with the cavernous hole
dug under them, are now fields or woodland pastures,
with only a green hollow, or dimple, left to tell
the tale. But, my oh! how handy it was to have
something to trade on—good deal handier than stamps.
Mr. bought a horse of old Billy Rag
Bag, and gave forty-five gallons of whisky;
great, big, good horse, nothing the matter at all
with him; not shoulder-stove, or spavined, or ailing
at all. And the Rag Bag
family lived gloriously, superbly, for a whole
month or two— had egg-nog to drink three times a
day, and a good swig all round before they went to
bed at night, and had their pumpkin sauce seasoned
with whisky, and their corn bread; and then it was
excellent to take the wild, woodsy taste off the
spring water in those early times, when the very
sunshine would not penetrate through the dense,
leafy screen that curtained in their hill-side
springs!
And this fine young horse that the wealthy Miss
Skimmens drives so beautifully every day, her
veil and ribbons all a flutter after her, and her
dainty gloved hands toying so charmingly with the
scarlet lines! Fine horse, that—carries his
head like a Napoleon! Well, his
great-great-grandam only cost sixty gallons of
whisky, and grandpa carried it home him self, in
pails and such like. Boggs wouldn't let
him have the big barrel in the bargain. Boggs
was close in a deal—Young America would call him
cussed stingy.
About Cincinnati in 1808, etc.
In the year
1809, Judge Thomas Coulter was
going down the river, from Jefferson County, Ohio,
with a boat load of flour, pork, and whisky, when a
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man, who owned a large tract of land on which
Cincinnati now stands, hailed him, and was very
anxious to make a trade with him—let him have his
land for the contents of his boat. The judge
didn't like such mighty rough, broken land, and,
after talking a few minutes, went on his way to New
Orleans. That was a common way then, among
enterprising men, to make a good stout boat, and
take provisions down to New Orleans, unless they
sold out before they got
there.
Incidents of Social Life in the
Pioneer Times.
In early
days all the salt the pioneers could obtain was
brought from Zanesville, on horseback, subsequently
in boats. Neighbors often borrowed pints or
teacupsful, and then used it very sparingly, it was
so precious. Mush was almost intolerable
without salt. The old pioneer mothers tell us
now that stewed pumpkin was eaten three times a day,
and was considered a staple, or as much of a
necessity as potatoes are now. A young married
couple, who commenced housekeeping in a bare log
cabin, with a straw bed, an axe, and a borrowed
dinner pot—no teakettle or spider or other ironware,
save this memorable pot— the first winter dried one
hundred large pumpkins for their own family use;
for, as she says now, "we wanted to busy ourselves
at some kind of employment in the long evenings."
The following summer, she taught school at home—had
a few scholars, some of them great slab-sided young
men, who couldn't tell how many months there were in
a year. The cheery, sweet little wife would
have to stand tip-toe beside them, and used to get
so tickled at their funny answers. Not as
school ma'ams do now did she when
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school was out—draw her pay and buy something new.
Oh, no! their parents paid in spinning and weaving,
and in helping John clear and grub in the sturdy
wild wood. Sheep were very scarce, but the
good wives managed to get up an occasional home spun
coat for the husbands to wear to meeting. They
dyed the cloth brown with butternut bark, or, in
better days, blue, with a dye made of chamber lye
and indigo. The dear little dye tub had to
stand in the warmest corner; it held as honorable
place then as my lady's trim little work stand does
now in the family sitting-room. The dye tub
had a tolerably close cover, and was used to sit on
altogether. We have frequently heard a story
about a young man in those days, in Green Township,
going sparking Sunday night, and, while he stayed,
he occupied the honorable seat above named.
The cover got shoved aside a little, and the skirts
of his light-drab coat slipped down into the blue
element. And there he sat, like a beaver
soaking his tail, and the skirts were dyed a pretty
blue. We never believed this, but it made a
capital thing for the girls in those olden times to
titter about, at quiltings and corn-huskings and
frolics, and "after meeting was out." They had
pretty girls in those days—we love to ask the old
fellows about 'em now, and hear the invariable
answer, "she was like a steel-trap;" or, "her eyes
were like a wild deer's;" or, "her cheeks were like
red roses;" or, "she'd a complexion like a china
radish;" and, again, "oh! she could ride like the
winds; manage any critter you ever saw; go so fast
she'd leave no shadow at all." Once in awhile,
in those days, a girl had a nice dress —or short
gown, it was called—made out of mama's gray cloak,
or crimson camlet, that had passed through
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the hands of a great-grandmother — little, narrow
pokes of dresses, but very pretty then.
For the first few years the pioneers had to eat
cornbread and mush altogether, except on Sunday
mornings, when the whole family would be treated to
short cake for breakfast. The poor little
children did love that holy day so, for the short
cake was delicious. Then, on that morning, the
mother indulged in a cup of tea; real store tea,
that smelt of dear old New England or New York; and
we'll warrant, the hot tears often coursed down
those dear old care-worn faces as they sipped little
tastes, and tried to make it taste longer and get
all the good of it. Folks had to have pills
then as well as now, and, as there were no pill
venders with their boxes or one-horse wagons
perambulating the country, they manufactured their
own. They boiled butternut bark down to a
thick syrup, thickened it with meal or flour, and
made it out into pills ; and every well-to-do family
kept a supply. In peeling off the bark from
the trees, be sure it had to be stripped downward,
or it wouldn't physic. The leaves of the
boneset stripped off, upward, were dried, and saved
among the valuable medicines for an emetic.
Naughty pride would creep in among the young men even
then; and do let me tell an incident that afforded
me a good laugh. It was in the long, long ago,
about 1816, an indulgent father told his two boys,
who were, perhaps, eighteen and twenty, that because
they had been so good to work and help bring up the
younger brothers and sisters, they might have a fine
seven-acre field to put out in tobacco, and they
might have the proceeds all themselves. The
great strapping good fellows thought they had the
best
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father in the world. They raised a fine crop,
took special care of it, and sold it. Well,
but how to lay out the money to best advantage
troubled them a good deal. At last they
decided to buy hats, and went off and bought each a
great, long, furry stove pipe hat, just exactly like
the preacher wore. Oh! they were the
happiest boys; went to meeting regular, and wore the
hats every time, unless the weather was bad or the
clouds looked lowering and suspicious; then they
left them safe up in the loft, in the "chist."
Both went to see the rosiest girls they knew, and
both were married in less than a year, and to-day
they are rich old farmers, trotting their
grandchildren on their knees; and all this came of
wearing such monstrous, fine, furry, unexceptionable
hats!
Good Methodist preachers used to be very common in
early days, real talented men too. One of
them, though, in his moments of thoughtless
excitement, used to swear—real, wicked, bad
swearing—and, on being reprimanded once, he replied,
" My dear brother, it's not swearing; it is a kind
of a rough way I have of praying when I am excited
!"
Some of the industrious, busy mothers, in those
perilous and hard times, never took time to comb
their little children's heads only once a week, and
that was on Sunday morning before church.
After this performance was over, each child had to
take a spoonful of bitter cordial, made of aloes and
other stuff, to keep off ague and sickness, and keep
the stomach in healthy order. Little ones
dreaded this as much as they liked the morning that
brought the delicious offset, the short cake.
Girls used to break the wish-bone of a chicken, and
name the pieces after some of the boys, and then
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stick them over the cabin door, and giggle, and
watch what young fellow would pass under first.
Had lots of fun. Then they would press the
leaves of the rue on the bare arms, and wish, and if
it left a red impress, the wish was sure to come
true—never failed. In milking a young cow, for
the first time, sometimes they would milk in a big
washing tub, or some large vessel—it was a sure sign
she'd be an abundant milker; any woman was silly who
would milk first in a small pail or tin cup.
Appearance of the Country
The country
in those early days was more beautiful than any pen
can describe. The valley of the Black Fork was
very densely covered with a low, matted growth of
small timber, while, close to the creek, the ground
was rankly covered with long grass, and the
interlacing vines of the wild morning-glory, plumy
willows, and the dark, thick growth of alder.
The hills were crowned with giant oaks, and the
fragrant winds were healthful as the breezes of the
ocean. Wild game abounded, even great
ferocious wild hogs, with their foamy, white tushes
gleaming out and look ing frightful. Captain
Rice got his neighbors and all their dogs to
help him catch one once. It took a sty as
stout as the hills and the rocks to hold him
captive.
The first School and
School-House
The first
school taught in Green Township, that we know of,
was taught by Betsey Coulter—a little
accommodating neighborly affair, in her own house,
in the summer of 1814. The next summer, poor
old William Maxwell Adolphus
Johnson taught in his
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own house. He was a Scotchman, a man of some
talent and good education. The following
winter, Asa Brown, a shrewd Yankee,
taught in the new school-house. It was built
near the center of the town, on the south side of
what is now Esq. Cowen's farm.
It had a good, stout puncheon floor, wide fire
place, a log left out at each side of the house, and
the aperture covered with greased paper, for
windows.
The Oliver boys "stalled the master" that
winter, in the rule of three, but Judge
Coulter helped him out of the scrape creditably.
Oh ! what good times they did have that first winter
at school! Only yesterday, we heard one of the
boys and one of the girls laughing heartily over fun
of running races and snow balling and playing tricks
on the master! Though the boy is now hale and
hearty, and on the shady side of seventy, and the
girl a little younger, their laughter was cheery and
ringing, instead of cracked and tremulous.
Before that winter's school was fairly closed, the
master went into the dry goods business. His
entire stock was bought in Zanesville, and brought
up the river and tributary creeks, and safely landed
at Perrysville, in a boat of his own making. He
lived on the old Esq. Taylor farm,
now owned by Hiram Cake. One of
his children thrust a burning stick into some
powder; the house was partly demolished, and two of
his children killed. The explosion was felt
for a great distance, and heard in Vermillion
Township, ten miles distant.
At an early day, John Coulter and
Captain Rice took the job of cutting a
road from Ashland to Mansfield. They
contracted to cut ten miles for ninety dollars, and
the place of beginning was specified then as the
Trickle farm. The Trickle
family had left
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their poor little home on account of the Indians,
and gone to Wooster for safety. The father of
the family died the day the men commenced their job
of cutting.
After the roads were cut, or laid out through the woods
ready to work on, Philip Seymour was
made one of the first supervisors. His
district extended from Perrysville up the Mansfield
road, almost to Lucas. One time when they were
laboring on the road and felling trees on the Mohawk
Hill, one fell aslant and broke one of Richard
Conine's legs. The men made a
comfortable resting-place for him against a tree,
and then started John Oliver off to
borrow Peter Kinney's old gray mare to
carry Dicky home. John
had five miles to walk through the woods; it was
growing late when he returned, and Dicky
suffered extremely. His father rode and took
him on behind, and there he was all that weary ride
of rough miles, his leg dangling and the broken
bones grating together and paining him intensely. Solomon
Hill and Judge Coulter attended
to the binding up and splintering and fixing his
poor limb that night, as the family were in poor
circumstances, and no doctor nearer than Mt. Vernon.
It was many weeks before Richard could get
around, and as soon as he could walk, he limped out
on crutches to look at the young pigs in the pen,
and before he got back to the house, he slipped and
fell and broke it over again; and then the two men
were sent for, and the dreadful performance
unskillfully gone through with another time.
Then, before he wholly recovered, the settlers had
to flee to the block-house for safety from the
Indians; and there, within its dreary, lonesome
walls, Dicky's young mother died, with no
physician near to save
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or help; none but hardy and sympathizing men and
weeping and pitying neighbor women. How these
little life-incidents will run on into stories; one
leads into another and another, and we hardly know
where to stop or how to close! What a web of
history is even the incidents of pioneer times in
one township! And what fun those stalwart, handsome,
sunburnt young fellows, clad in buckskin, did have!
How they did love the free, wild wood, and the
cheerful-looking clearings, with their burning brush
heaps and piles of logs lying promiscuously every
way, and the green framing-in of woodland that shut
out everything from sight except the spanning of
blue sky! Those were glorious old times,
indeed, and no wonder that weary, sluggish old
pulses leap as with the vigorous life of childhood,
now when they, old friends, meet together and live
those times over again, as they sit in the shade of
their own vines and roof-trees. They did have
the jolliest singing schools and spelling schools
and log-rollings and raisings of barns and double
log houses. And then, at elections and
trainings, some times some of the old fellows would
drink a little too much, and they would have such
laughable fights, and the younger ones would be so
tickled at the "dog falls" and the aimless blows at
the head that wouldn't tell on the head at all, and
the great earnest grips that would bring the tow
shirt with them, and the tumbling over, and the too
drunk to make a raise again, and the lying on the
ground, and the feeble pecking at each other's
heads, blows that a suckling baby would almost take
as caresses! We often hear the dear old boys
laughing heartily over these merry recollections.
And we hear them tell, too, of deaf old Aston. A
crowd of them would gather in the
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old man's shop, and some of them would say real
saucy things right to his face, and swear at him,
and call him bad names, and make an immense sight of
fun for the rest, who would be in convulsions of
laughter, and the poor old man wouldn't hear a word
they'd say. Once in awhile they would make
some pleasant remark to him to keep him in good
humor, and from suspicion.
And then, one time, some of the young men went, after
night, away up toward Hayesville, to search for a
thief. They suspected him to be hidden in his
house, and they all lay down slyly close up to the
outside wall of the big fireplace, where they could
peep in. Nobody was to be seen inside the
house except the man's wife and an old gal, who was
living with them. There sat the two women,
right before the fire, knitting, and both talking
busily enough, never dreaming that a dozen ears
heard every word they said. The boys could
hardly keep from laughing, and one giggling fellow
had to go off a little distance, occasionally, to
laugh it out. After awhile they got to passing
the bottle around—must have something to drink to
keep them warm; and the funniest part was that the
two women smelt whisky, and sniffed up their noses
and wondered what it was, and kept sniffing and
wondering until after they had gone to bed.
The thief did not make his appearance that night, but a
few weeks afterward the boys searched again, and
found him under the floor, and made him crawl out,
and they took him.
Parson Gerry.
Among the ministers who preached
here in the backwoods forty years ago, was a
genteel, intelligent,
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handsome man, by the name of Gerry.*
For awhile he made his home in Green Township.
He was wedded to an accomplished Irish lady.
The gambling saloons of our cities know not a more
successful and scheming rascal, and yet over all he
dared to wear the "livery of Heaven." His
eloquence was of a masterly style, and he won the
hearts of all his hearers, while he held in his
power even those who doubted his sincerity and
godliness. His bearing was fascinating and
faultless, and his polite demeanor was winning in
the extreme. Of his superior rascality, two
instances I remember to have heard from those
interested.
He had borrowed a hundred dollars of David Coulter,
a son of Judge Coulter, and had not
paid it back at the time specified. He had
removed to some city distant from here, and Mr.
Coulter, growing tired of his promises to pay,
started off in a rage, swearing he wouldn't come
home until he had received his money. It was
Saturday night when he arrived there, and he sallied
out the next morning in anything but a good humor.
People were thronging the streets on their way to
church, and, as Coulter was walking along,
moodily, with his head down, a manly but silky-toned
voice said: "My dear Coulter, how happy I am
to see you! I am to preach at ten; come with
me, please." It was Gerry, who drew
Coulter's arm within his own, saying blandly, "I
wish to speak with you, privately, after service;"
and he took him right along with' him.
A few days after, Mr. Coulter came home,
looking very serious, and, when his jolly chums
inquired his success, he told them that he went and
heard Gerry
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* A nephew of Elbridge Gerry, one of the Signers of
the Declaration of Independence.
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preach, and the beautiful sermon, so wonderful in
its touching eloquence, made him feel that he could
well afford to give Gerry one hundred
dollars.
The text was, "Love one another;" and Coulter
said it affected him to tears, and he felt mean and
guilty, and thought he wasn't good enough to receive
money from Gerry's hands, and that, as soon
as service was over, he sneaked out and hurried
away, for fear Gerry would see him. So
great is the magical power of eloquence!
Gerry was one time riding in a carriage, going
to fulfill an appointment, when he came to where
some laborers were working on the roads, in the
western part of Green Township. They were
fixing a crossing, and the carriage could not be
driven over very well, and Gerry got out and
led the horse, while the men got the carriage safely
across. Gerry, with his usual
politeness, took off his hat, and, bowing, thanked
them very nicely, and, to add a flourish probably,
went to pull his handkerchief out of his coat
pocket, when out came a loose pack of cards, flying
hither and thither all over the road!
Not at all discomposed, he smiled sweetly, and said in
his silkiest tones: "It is not very creditable,
gentlemen, to find such things in a minister's
keeping. I had no idea these were the contents
of a little pack age that your neighbor B.'s
children were sending to some of their little
friends—ha! ha!" and he laughed heartily; while the
honest men, believing his glowing words, gathered up
the little tell-tales, brushed off the dust, and
returned them to his pocket.
SIMON ROWLAND
- 347
CHARLES AND BAZEL TANNEHILL
-
348
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The "First Family" in Green
Township
The family
of Abraham Baughman was the only one residing
in the township when Messrs. Tannehill
commenced their improvement. This place became
afterward known as "the Guthrie farm," and is now
occupied by John Castor. There was also
an unmarried man, named John Davis, keeping
"bachelor's hall" upon the farm now owned by
William Irvin, being the southwest
quarter of section 30. In the fall of 1811,
Melzer Tannehill, Sen., (father of Charles
and Bazel,) removed his family to Green
Township.
First Commissioners of Richland
County
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The Indian Ooutrages on the
Black Fork create a panic among the Settlers of
Green Township
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few days previously. Arriving near the
Ruffner place, they met the remaining troops,
(seven in number,) who had been engaged in the
battle at Copus's, having in charge the
surviving members of the Copus family.
These troops had also, since the battle, been joined
by about one hundred others belonging to the same
command, (that of Major Krebs, of
Tuscarawas County.) The united force on that
night encamped in the vicinity of the Copus
cabin, and, on the next morning, Mr.
Tannehill and party took leave of the Tuscarawas
militia, and pursued their way to the deserted
village of Greentown. Near that place, at the
cabin of Abraham Baughman, (which was
also found deserted,) Mr. Tannehill
separated from his companions and continued his way
homeward. Near Perrysville, he overtook
John Coulter and Harvey Hill,
who were urging forward some cattle at "double
quick," and from whom he learned that the settlement
had heard the tidings of the last battle, and that
they formed the rear guard of the settlers who were
fleeing to Samuel Lewis's block-house,
on the Clear Fork.
On the day following, the men returned and erected a
block-house on the place of Thomas Coulter,
which afforded security for a greater portion of the
Black Fork settlement of Green Township during the
remainder of the war.
The Markets
From the
date of the first settlement of the town ship until
about 1816, the wants of new immigrants created a
good demand and good prices for all the surplus
produce the farmer could raise; but in the year
above mentioned, a surplus beyond the wants of the
settlement was produced, and prices fell to a very
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Organization of Green Township
Mr.
Tannehill is of opinion that Green Township in
1810, embraced what is now Hanover, in Ashland
County, Monroe and Worthington, in Richland County,
and Brown, Jefferson, and probably other townships,
in Knox County. The territory thus organized,
he believes, derived its name from the old Indian
Greentown, and when the territory finally became
subdivided into civil townships conforming to the
United States surveys, the old town, falling within
the limits of the present township, retained the
original name.
Attempt to Hoax an old Soldier.
pg. 352
In October,
1813, after all apprehension of Indian attacks had
subsided, and the families in the neighborhood had
withdrawn from the forts and returned to their
homes, a corps of soldiers, who had been stationed
at Lewis's block-house, of which the old
soldier, John Davis, had also been an inmate,
concluded to test the courage of the old man.
Accordingly, about daybreak, they approached within
a short distance of his cabin, and discharged their
guns. The old man, however, was not driven
from his propriety, and exhibited no symptoms of
fright. But the consequences of the joke did
not end here. Lieutenant Winteringer,
of Jefferson County, then in command of Coulter's
block-house, hearing the report of the guns, but
mistaking the direction of the sound,
concluded that the house of Mr. Adsit was
attacked, and, placing himself at the head of his
troops, made for the relief of that citizen's
family. Arriving at Adsit's and finding
all quiet, he proceeded to Mr. Rice's,
controlled by the opinion of Mr. Adsit that
the firing had proceeded from the vicinity of that
neighbor's premises. The lieutenant was soon
at the house of Mr. Rice, who had also heard
the report of fire-arms, and had inferred that the
sound proceeded from the neighborhood of Lewis's
block house. Adopting Rice's
theory, he made for the block-house - upon reaching
which place, he soon learned the truth of matters.
After severely reprimanding the thoughtless wags for
their violation of discipline, and for having cost
him so much anxiety and labor, he returned.
The "comedy of errors," which had produced such
perplexity and confusion of sound, originated, as
will be plainly evident to those
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acquainted with the
physical features of the country embracing the
several points mentioned, in the echoes.
How the Crops were put in
During the
years 1812 and 1813, the fall crops of wheat and rye
were put in by the farmers in the neighborhood under
guards of soldiers - those being the periods when
attacks from the Indians, in consequence of
occurrences elsewhere related, were most
apprehended.
Strategy at the Block-House
During the
excitement that pervaded the community at the
block-house, on the evening after the attack upon
the Copus family, the male inmates of the
fortress, including boys and men, assembled, in the
dusk of the evening, in the vicinity of the fort,
and near the apprehended point of attack, for
military drill. There were no regular
soldiers, and it was a parade of the militia.
Such as had bona fide rifles and muskets
shouldered them, and those who had not, substituted
wooden or Quaker guns. The roll was called,
and the men would respond for themselves, the boys,
and a multitudinous number of mythical persons -
thus leaving the impression upon the minds of the
concealed foe, if such were in sight and hearing,
that an immense force was defending the block-house.
JUDGE THOMAS COULTER - 354
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First Interments in Perrysville
Burial Ground.
The first
interment in the burial ground at Perrysville was
the body of Samuel Hill in June, 1812.
The second was the body of Mrs. Conine, who
died in the block-house, in the fall of the same
year.
WILLIAM TAYLOR
- 354
WILLIAM WALLACE
- 355
JOHN WHITE
- 355.
ISAAC WOLF
- 355
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Extracts from the Official
Record of Green Township.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1817
Clerk:
Harvey Hill - Trustees: Stephen
Vanscoyac, John Coulter, and George Crawford
- Constables: James Cunningham
and Solomon Farnam - Lister: Isaac
Mar. - Appraiser: Solomon Farnam -
Treasurer: John Palmour.
List of Taxpayers in 1817.
At a
meeting of the trustees of Green Township, at the
house of Jonathan Coulter, on the 5th day of
July, 1817, it was agreed that a road tax be levied
upon the following property holders, namely: -
Moses Adsit
James Ady
William Brown
William Burwell
Stephen Butler
John Bailey
Thomas Coulter
John Coulter
David Coulter
Caleb Chappel
Noah Castor
Pelham Cook
John Chambers
George Crawford
James Cunningham
Adam Crorsen
Aaron Crosby
Jeremiah Conine
Robert Davidson
George Davidson
Isaac Doney
Robert Irwin
James Irwin
Sylvester Fisher
Azariah Gwin
Joseph Gwin
James Gwin
Uriah Gee
John Glass
William Guthrie
Richard Guthrie
John Guthrie
C. Guthrie
Samuel Guthrie
Harvey Hill
Josiah L. Hill
Calvin Hill
Joseph Jones |
Moses Jones
William M. A. Johnson
Aaron Kinney
John Murphey
Benjamin Murphey
Isaac Martin
Almarine Marshal
Allen Oliver
John Oliver
Daniel Oliver
Lewis Oliver
Moses Odle
Trew Pattee, Rev.
Joseph Parish
Lewis Pearce
Andrew Pearce
William Pearce
John Palmour
Ebenezer Rice
James Rowland
Simon Rowland
Jedediah Smith
Chandler Smith
Otha Simmons.
Alexander Skinner
Joel Stroud
Melzer Tannehill
Charles Tannehill
Basil Tannehill
Stephen Vanscoyac
Jonathan Vanscoyac
John Vaughn
John Van Horn
Samuel White
Joshua White
H. W. Cotton
A. Winter |
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ELECTION OF APRIL, 1818
Clerk:
Jonathan Coulter - Trustees: George Crawford,
Ebenezer Rice, and James Rowland - Treasurer:
Calvin Hill.
Grand and Petit Jurors for 1818
Grand
Jurors: Abel Strong, Basil Tannehill, Jedediah
Smith, and Isaiah Walters - Petit Jurors
James Rowland, John Bailey, Alexander Skinner,
and Simon Rowland.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1819
Clerk:
John Coulter - Trustees: George
Crawford, Ebenezer Rice, and James Rowland - Treasurer:
John Coulter.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1820
Clerk:
Nathaniel White - Trustees:
Simon Roland, Trew Pattee and John Oliver -
Treasurer: George Crawford
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1821
Clerk:
Ebenezer Rice - Trustees: Simon
Rowland, Trew Pattee and John Oliver -
Treasurer: George Crawford.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1822
Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees:
David Coulter, Caleb Chappel, and James
Rowland Treasurer: George
Crawford.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1823
Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees:
James Byers, John Kinney, and George
Crawford - Treasurer: George Crawford
ELECTION OF APRIL 1824
Clerk: James Rowland - Trustees:
Michael Crosser, George Crawford, and
Simon Rowland - Treasurer: George
Crawford.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1825
Clerk:
James Rowland - Trustees: Jonathan
Coulter, William Taylor, and Isaac
Meuor - Treasurer: John Oliver.
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ELECTION OF APRIL, 1826
Clerk:
John Coulter - Trustees:
Jonathan Coulter, James Rowland, and James
Byers - Treasurer: John Oliver.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1827
Clerk:
John Coulter - Trustees: James
Rowland, Alexander Rice, and Joseph Studley
- Treasurer: John Oliver
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1828
Clerk:
John Coulter - Trustees: James
Rowland, Thomas Andrews, and John Van Horn -
Treasurer: Charles Tannehill.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1829
Clerk:
Peter L. Campbell - Trustees:
Thomas Andrews, John Chappel, and John Oliver
- Treasurer: Simon Rowland.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1830
Clerk:
Hugh Martin - Trustees: John
Oliver, George Kinkaid, and John Coulter-
Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1831
Clerk:
Hugh Martin - Trustees: John Oliver,
Wm. McNaull, and Simon Rowland -
Treasurer: James Gladden -
Constable: William Irwin
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1832
Clerk:
C. H. Rice - Trustees: William
McNaull, Christian Royer, and Thomas Andrews
- Treasurer: James Gladden -
Constable: Isaac N. Ayres.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1833
Clerk:
George C. Wilson - Trustees:
Thomas Colter, Nathaniel Haskell and William
Reed - Treasurer: James Glidden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1834
Clerk:
George C. Wilson - Trustees:
Thomas Coulter, Nathaniel Haskell, and
William Reed- Treasurer: James
Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1835
Clerk:
Hugh Martin - Trustees: William
McNaull, Nathaniel Haskell, and Matthew
Anderson - Treasurer: James Gladden.
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ELECTION OF APRIL, 1836
Clerk:
Hugh Martin - Trustees: William
McNaull, Matthew Anderson, and Nathaniel
Haskell - Constables: George M.
Grim and Calvin Hill - Treasurer:
James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1837
Clerk:
Hugh Martin - Trustees: William
McNaull, Matthew Anderson and Robert Wilson
- Treasurer: James Gladden
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1838
Clerk:
Hugh Martin - Trustees: William
Taylor, Matthew Anderson, and William McNaull
- Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1839
Clerk:
Benjamin Paul - Trustees: Wm. McNaull,
Alexander Rice, and William Taylor -
Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1840
Clerk:
Benjamin Paul - Trustees:
William McNaull, William Reed, and Alexander
Rice - Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1841
Clerk:
John C. Menor - Trustees:
William Reed, Hugh Martin, and Thomas McGuire
- Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1842
Clerk:
John C. Menor - Trustees: William
Reed, Hugh Martin and Thomas McGuire -
Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1843
Clerk:
Hugh Martin - Trustees: John
Oliver, William Simms, and Thomas Kithkart
- Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1844
Clerk:
Philamon H. Plummer - Trustees: Thomas
Kithcart, John Oliver, and William McNaull
- Treasurer: James Gladden.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1845
Clerk:
Abram Dehaven - Trustees:
William McNaull, Wm. McKinley, and John
Oliver - Treasurer: John Coulter.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1846
Clerk:
Abram Dehaven - Trustees:
Alexander Rice, Henry Weirick, and William
McNaull - Treasurer: Lewis Oliver.
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ELECTION OF APRIL, 1847
Clerk:
James A. Segur - Trustees: Alexander
Rice, Thomas Calhoun, and William McKinley
- Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1848
Clerk:
William Higgins - Trustees: William
McKinley, Thos. Calhoun, and John Criswell -
Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1849
Clerk:
Tobias Caster - Trustees: William
McKinley, John Criswell, and Elias Groff -
Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1850
Clerk:
S. H. Rice - Trustees: Thomas
Kithcart, Alexander Rice, and Elias Groff -
Treasurers: Lewis K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1851
Clerk:
S. H. Rice - Trustees: Alexander Rice,
B. F. Jones, and William Reed -
Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1852
Clerk:
S. H. Rice - Trustees: William
Reed, Alexander Rice, and B. F. Jones -
Treasurer: L. K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1853
Clerk:
S. H. Rice - Trustees:
William Reed, William D. Ewalt, and William
McNaull - Treasurer: L. K.
Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1854
Clerk:
S. H. Rice - Trustees:
Alexander Rice, Thomas Calhoun, and John
Oliver- Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1855
Clerk:
Paul Oliver - Trustees: Alexander
Rice, Thomas Calhoun, and John Criswell -
Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1856
Clerk:
Paul Oliver - Trustees: Alex. Rice,
Thomas Kithcart, and William McNaull -
Treasurer: L. K. Sheehand.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1857
Clerk:
Paul Oliver - Trustees: A. Rice, Wm.
D. Ewalt, and James Gladden -
Treasurer: John Taylor.
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ELECTION OF APRIL, 1858
Clerk:
Paul Oliver - Trustees: S. M. Rowland,
William D. Ewalt, and James Gladden -
Treasurer: John Taylor -
Assessor: Elias Groff.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1859
Clerk:
L. J. Rice - Trustees: Robert
Boyd, Warren Wolf, and John Buckley -Treasurer:
Wm. D. Ewalt.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1860
Clerk:
L. J. Rice - Trustees: Robert
Boyd, Warren Wolf, and John Buckley -
Treasurer: Wm. D. Ewalt.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1861
Clerk:
Hiram Cake - Trustees: A. J.
Zimmerman, John Hughes, and John Ernst -
Treasurer: S. B. Coulter.
ELECTION OF APRIL, 1862
Clerk:
John McKinley - Trustees: Robert Boyd, John
Mourer, and Warren Wolf - Treasurer:
Wilson Enos - Assessor: Wm.
Simms - Constable:
David Snyder
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SUCCESSIVE JUSTICES OF THE
PEACE IN GREEN TOWNSHIP
| 1818. |
James Rowland, elected |
| 1819. |
Jonathan Coulter,
elected. |
| 1821. |
Trew Pattee, elected |
| 1822. |
Jonathan Coulter -
re-elected |
| 1822. |
Ahira Hill, elected |
| 1824. |
Simon Rowland, elected |
| 1825. |
Jonathan Coulter,
re-elected |
| 1827. |
William Taylor, elected |
| 1828. |
Jonathan Coulter,
re-elected |
| 1830. |
William Taylor,
re-elected |
| 1831. |
John Coulter, elected |
| 1833. |
Thomas Andrews, elected |
| 1833. |
Simon Rowland,
re-elected |
| 1834. |
John Coulter,
re-elected. |
| 1836. |
Thomas Anderson,
re-elected |
| 1837. |
Thomas W. Coulter,
elected. |
| 1838. |
John M. Rowland,
elected. |
| 1838. |
Isaac Martin, Jr.,
elected |
| 1840. |
Thomas W. Coulter,
re-elected. |
| 1841. |
John M. Rowland,
re-elected. |
| 1841. |
Isaac Martin, Jr.,
re-elected. |
| 1843. |
Thomas W. Coulter,
re-elected. |
| 1844. |
Hugh Martin, elected. |
| 1844. |
William Reed, elected. |
| 1846. |
P. H. Plummer, elected. |
| 1847. |
Hugh Martin, re-elected. |
| 1847. |
William Reed, re-elected |
| 1849. |
P. H. Plummer,
re-elected. |
| 1850. |
Hugh, Martin,
re-elected. |
| 1850. |
William Reed,
re-elected. |
| 1852. |
P. H. Plummer,
re-elected. |
| 1853. |
Elias Groff, elected. |
| 1853. |
Abram Dehaven, elected. |
| 1856. |
Thomas Calhoun, elected. |
| 1856. |
George W. Carey,
elected. |
| 1859. |
John Taylor, elected. |
| 1859. |
Paul Oliver, elected. |
| 1862. |
Paul Oliver, re-elected. |
| 1862. |
William Cowen, elected. |
END OF CHAPTER XI - GREEN TWP. |
