STATEMENT OF JOHN ASHBAUGH
Pages 177-178

     JOHN ASHBAUGH, was my grandfather, and Andrew Ashbaugh was my father.  They came into Fairfield County in 1801, and settled near where Bremen now is, and died there.  My father's brothers were: Jacob, John, Frederick and Joseph; his sisters, Elizabeth, Mary, Patsy and Polly.
     Indians stole our horses, and were followed, and the horses recovered at Bowling Green, north of Zanesville, by paying the Indians one dollar a head for them.
     Andrew Ashbaugh, my father, and a big Indian had had a hopping-match, in which the Indian got beaten, and became angry, but others interfered, and all ended well.

     On one occasion the Indians removed the bells from some horses and slipped them away, but fearing the consequence, as was believed, they restored the bells and the horses.
     John Davis and Edward Young came and settled in Rush Creek Township in 1802.

THE REAM FAMILY
By Jonas A. Ream.
Pages 178-179

     Abraham Ream was born in Reamstown, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, in 1746, and removed to Fairfield County, Ohio, in 1798, at the age of fifty-two years.  He came to Pittsburg in wagons, then down the Ohio river in a flat boat as far as the mouth of the Hocking river, thence up that river to its falls (now one mile above Logan), in dug-outs, or canoes, thence by land up the stream to the point yet known as Ream's mill, where he settled down.  He there entered four and a half sections of land in a body.  His family consisted at the time of twelve children, viz.:  five sons and seven daughters.  In 1804 he built the mill which still retains his name.
     His daughters were married to the following persons, viz.:  John Panebaker, Abraham Sheafer, Isaac Sheafer, Joseph Stukey, Lewis Hershberger, Henry Aneshensel.  The youngest of the daughters died single, from the effects of a stroke of lightning.
     His sons' names were: Sampson, William, Absalom, Abraham and George.  Abraham died at the age of twenty years (single).  The others married and raised families.  Not one of the children of Abraham Ream are now living.
     In early days, the Ream men were all great hunters - strong, fearless and daring.
     When they arrived in Fairfield County they were the sixth family of white settlers.  The Indian villages were not entirely broken up where Lancaster is.
     Jacob Ream, half-brother to Abraham, came a little later - four years, I think.  He located south of Ream's mill, about one mile.  Jacob L. Ream, who died recently, was his son.  The Ream family was very numerous, and are widely inter-married, so that in that region, now, almost every third person one meets can claim relationship to them.
     Of Sampson Ream's family, there are but three out of thirteen living.  Two died in the Mexican war, and one in California.  One of the sons-in-law of Abraham Ream, two yet survive - Aneshensel and Hershberger.  The first winter the family were here they killed eighteen bears and twenty-seven deer.  They also killed numerous wolves, wild-cats and panthers.  A bear-skin then was worth seventy-five cents, and a deer-skin fifty-cents.  Deer-skins were dressed and made into pantaloons and moccasins, and bear-skins were used for bed-covers.

RECOLLECTIONS OF LEVI STEWART.
Pages 179-180

     LEVU STEWART (now a citizen of Lancaster) was born in Greenfield Township0, in 1800, and is therefore now in his 77th year.  His father was one of the first settlers of Fairfield County.  He came in 1799, and settled near the Hocking, immediately south of the residence of the late Judge John Grabill, two miles north-west of Lancaster, on the Columbus pike.  Mr. Stewart has spent his long life in the vicinity of the place of his birth, and has made it his care to preserve a recollection, not only of the first settlers, but of the places where they located, as well as of the general condition of the country, and domestic life of the pioneers.  The following is a condensed note of his statement:
     At his first recollections, the country was almost a literal wilderness, interspersed with rude cabins of unhewed logs, one story high.  The country abounded with wolves, deer, bears, wild-cats and panthers.  Indians were more or less numerous, who lingered about until about the year 1810, before they entirely disappeared.

FIRST SETTLERS.

Samuel Bush came in 1802, and settled on the spot which is the present farm of Daniel Bush, his grandson, one and a half miles northwest of Lancaster, on the Columbus road.  David Fink settled near the same time one and a half miles north of Lancaster, to the right of the Baltimore road.  Ralph Donelson settled first where Samuel Bush (son of the pioneer) now lives.  Henry Cline, about the same time, settled on the farm, as he thinks, now owned by Judge Shaw, near Shrimp's Hill.  Alexander Sanderson (father of the late Gen. Sanderson), settled in 1798, and located in the same neighborhood.  Jacob Sells, in 1800, entered a large tract of land embracing the site of the present village of Dumontsville, four miles north of Lancaster.  John Sells came in the same year.  David Bright (father of the present David and John Bright),  came in 1800, and located where John Bright now resides.  Henry Abrams came in 1800, and settled on the place now owned by David Bright.  John Bailar settled where James McCleary now lives, in 1800.  Adam and John Westenberger, brothers, settled in the McCleary neighborhood in 1800.  Mr. Nail, about the same time, located on the William McCleary place.  John McArthur settled where Newton Peters at present resides, probably in 1800.  John Morgan located about the same time on the John Grabill farm.  Joseph Stewart, father of Levi, first settled a short distance south-west of the Grabill place, in 1799, and on the north side of Hocking.  In the year 1805, Samuel Grabill, father of John, Jacob, Gabriel, Christopher and Samuel, succeeded Mr. Morgan on what has ever since been known as the Grabill farm, where Judge Grabill was born and died.  In the year 1800, Gideon Geary settled on the place now known as the G. H. Smith farm, on the pike, west of Grabill's.  About the same time, Samuel Tallman located immediately joining the Smith farm on the west.  At Yankeytown (Claypool's), James Brooks, Mr. Cook and Drake Taylor squatted in the year 1799.  Jacob Claypool, father of Isaac, bought them out in 1805, and opened a farm Isaac Meason came to Greenfield, in 1798, first locating on the Carroll road, where the late Elijah Meason resided.  Isaac Meason was the father of the late John Meason.  Patrick Lusk, in 1800, settled on the place afterward known as the Isaac Wilson farm, south of Carroll.  John McFarland, father of the late Walter McFarland, in 1798, located on the spot where Walter lived and died.  Isaac Rice located near the present woolen factory, below the rock-mill, in 1799.  William and James Reed, brothers, in 1798, settled a little east of the subsequent Rice place, in 1798.  Their places were near the Hocking.  Thos. McCall, about the same time, settled near the Reeds.  James Wells settled on the present Hooker land, in 1799.  William Wilson, in 1798, located in little south of Hooker's.  His son James now resides on the same place.  Samuel Wilson settled the same year, adjoining William.  James Wilson, Sr., settled on the Carlisle. 
     David Pence, Henry Gearhart, Daniel Gearhart, David Wintermuth, Daniel Wintermuth, Adam Wagner, David Baugher, John Hanna, James Hanna, Abraham Fairchild, William Wiseley, Edmund Wiseley, Edmund Wiseley, and John Miller settled in the north-east part of Greenfield Township, in the years 1800 to 1805.
     Henry Abrams built the first hewed log-house in Greenfield.  David Bright built a still-house near where John Bright lives at a very early day.  William James Reed built a saw-mill on the Hocking, below brick-mill, very early.  John Goolthrite taught the first school that is remembered in Greenfield.  Another school is said to have been taught in the "Spook's Hollow," east of the "Grabill farm, at a very early day.  School-houses were log-shanties with oiled-paper windows.
     The Indians procured lead not far from the present rock-mill, but the mine, if any, has not been discovered to this day.  No inducements could prevail on them to tell where they got the lead.  They had rifles, and knew how to handle them.
     The intercourse between the log-cabins of the pioneers of Greenfield was over paths worn by following the blazed trees, at first.  Mr. Stewart remembers a tornado which passed over the country in 1809, that he has not been equaled in his nearly fourscore years.  The timber was so blown down as to blockade the roads seriously.
     The subsistence of the pioneers was corn-bread, wild meats, wild-honey, milk and butter, and vegetables.  Roasted rye and wheat were used for coffee, which could not be had, or seldom, and then at enormous prices.  They carried their corn on horseback to the falls of Hocking (Logan), to get it ground, and sometimes had to wait several days for their turn.  Salt was packed from the Scioto below Chillicothe, and from the Muskingum, and cost about $5.00 a bushel.  He had known seasons of three to five weeks when the whole community was out of breadstuff, because the mills were stopped for want of water.  They pounded hominy, grated corn, and cooked vegetables, and made other shifts.
     The sports and pastimes of the settlers were pitching quoits, jumping, running foot-races, wrestling, dancing, plays of a great variety, and in rough and tumble fights.  Fighting was very common at public gatherings, such as sales, log-rollings, corn-huskings, house-raisings, and the like.  Horse-swapping was almost universally practiced.  The most of it was done at gatherings.  Sometimes the family fire went out over night, when some member of the family had to go to neighbors to procure it before the breakfast could be started.  The first and only chairs known were called split-bottoms.  Many families at first sat on slab-stools of their own make.
     One pair of shoes a year was all that could be had; the remainder of the time they went barefoot.  The boys had two suits of home-made flax and tow-linen in the summer, and in winter one suit of linsey-no underclothes.  The young ladies thought they were fine if they had one calico dress in a year.  Wheat was worth twenty-five cents, and corn from five to twelve and a half cents a bushel in trade.  A day's work was from sunup to unsdown, and the wages was 25 cents.

HENRY LEONARD'S COMMUNICATION.

LIBERTY TOWNSHIP
Page 182-183

     DR. H. SCOTT - Dear Sir:  Having learned that you are engaged in preparing a history of Fairfield County, I hereby send you a few pioneer items and incidents of the early settlement of Liberty Township, for your disposal.
     I was born on the 14th day of February, 1812, just 65 years ago this day.  My object is not so much to speak of what I know personally of the early history of our township, as it is to refer to facts that transpired prior to my coming on the stage of  action, and for such information I am indebted mainly to several of the descendants of the very first settlers.  Among these I mention the names of Jacob Bibler, Joseph Alt and Noah Gundy, still living, and whose united ages are over two hundred and forty-four years.

OLD PIONEERS.
Page 183

     Christian Gundy and wife came in 1800.  They came from Lancaster County, Pa., as far as Wheeling, Va., on horseback.  Mr. Gundy left his wife at Wheeling, and came out here on Walnut Creek, and planted three or four acres of corn, and then went back and brought his companion, and lived all winter in a sugar-camp with a blanket for a door.  Robert Wilson came about the same time, and they both, with their families, squatted on unsurveyed lands.  After the surveyor established the lines, these two neighbors found that they had settled on the same section; so Mr. Gundy moved his tent eastward.  Noah Gundy his son (my informant), was born in 1806, and still lives on the old homestead.

DAVID BRUMBECK
Page 183

     Came in 1803 or 1804, and settled half a mile south of the present town of Baltimore, near Walnut Creek bridge, on the west side of the present pike.  The farm is now owned by Emanuel Rinch.  Mr. Brumback afterwards settled on Poplar Creek, where his son now lives.  Martin Brumback, the son, has the most extensive vinyard in the county.

BADER AND SHOWLEY.
Page 183-184

     In 1804, Nicholas Bader and Jacob Showley came and entered a half section of land south of the Brumback place, where they lived and died.  They came from Switzerland.  At Pittsburg they embarked on a flat boat and paddled down the Ohio river to the mouth of the Hockhocking.  Here they put their chests and bedding in skiffs, canoes, and poled and paddled them up to the falls of Hocking (Logan).  From there they made their way through the wilderness to this township, and settled down in a strange land, with few neighbors.

JOSEPH ALT AND FAMILY.
Page 184

     Came from the same country, one year afterward, passing over the same route.  While floating down the Ohio river their boat struck a snag, and sprung a leak and sunk.  They got ashore safely, but with soaked clothes and baggage.  While they are waiting on the bank for another boat to come along, they built a fire and dried their clothes.  At the mouth of Hocking the wife and three young children were left alone, while the father and son Joseph started on foot up stream, over hills and gullies, in search of their countrymen, Showley and Bader, in this township, and make arrangements with one of them to go to Chillicothe and enter land.  The second night, while they camped in the wilderness, about midnight they heard a noise such as they never heard before.  Old Joseph got up and began to stir up the fire until the sparks and flames made it light all around, and took up his gun, but the animal had fled.  The next day they were told it was a panther.

GOING TO MILL.
Page 184

     Old Father Bader, son of Nicholas Bader, has told me, that when a small boy, his father sent him to Ream's mill with a bushel and a half of corn, and that it required three days to make the trip.  Noah Gundy says that the first grist of corn his father took to mill he carried to Newark, in Licking County.  I asked how his father found the way.  He said, over an Indian trail.  The first horse-power mill in Liberty was built by Jacob Showley.  Almost every pioneer family had a hominy-block.

FRANCIS BIBLER,
Page 184

Of Shenandoah County, Virginia, landed here in the woods in 1805, with four sons and four daughters.  Their log-cabin was built on the spot of ground where John W. Chapman, Postmaster of Basil, now resides.  This family moved into their cabin late in the fall, and before the chinking or daubing of the cracks was done.

NO BREAD.
Page 185

     This family had not had a mouthful of any kind of bread in their house for over five weeks.  Old Father Bibler went to Chillicothe to buy some corn.  Owing to the short supply there, he only got one bushel, for which he had to pay two dollars.  This he brought home, and sent his son Jacob (my informant) to Woodring's mill, about five miles west on Walnut Creek, where he had to wait for his turn.  He said that when the warm meal was running from the spout out of the burrs, he caught some in his hand, and that he never tasted anything so good in all his life.

COONS AND SQUIRRELS.
Page 185

     The first season they planted about three acres of corn, but they did not even get a peck of ripe corn.  The squirrels visited the cornfield in day-time, and the raccoons in the night.  Jacob told me that his father, Abraham, went out with his rifle one morning and killed thirty-eight squirrels off of one tree, and then he was not able to count the remainder on the same tree.  On another occasion he brought down eighteen raccoons from a single tree.

INDIANS AND WHITE BOYS PLAYING.
Page 185

     It was a common thing for the boys of both races to meet and engage in testing their skill and activity by running footraces, jumping and tusseling.  My informant spoke of Thos. Warner's, in Walnut Township, and of Tutwiler's, and at his father's, where Basil is, as frequent meeting-places of these boys of both races.  He referred by memory to the spot where A. T. Mason's residence is, and the foundry, as these old play-grounds.

TOWNSHIP ELECTION.
Page 185

     "I remember," said the narrator, "of hearing my father and other old men tell, that one time when a township election was to be held, they had to send around word and hunt up seven men in order to be able to hold an election for township officers."  We have none of that kind of trouble now, and there are six to seven hundred voters in the township.

FIRST MINISTERS OF THE GOSPEL.
Page 186

     The first resident minister was Rev. Martin Kauffman, a Baptist.  Rev. John Hite, of Walnut Township, also preached in the neighborhood for many years.  Rev. Beneddum, of the United Brethren, preached for a long time at the house of Mr. Showley.  He was a resident of Bloom Township.  Rev. Geo. Weis, of Lancaster, was the first German Reform minister who came about.  He preached first at Amspach's, two and a half miles north of Basil, where St. Michael's Church now is.  This was about 1817.

CAMP-BOY.
Page 186

     In conversation with Gen. Geo. Sanderson, of Lancaster, some fifteen years ago, he told me that when he was a small boy he came with a couple of hunters into this (Liberty) township, and served them as camp-boy about a week, at a time when there was not a cabin or white man within its limits.  He spoke of the site of their camp as being just above the spring, or on the hill immediately north of where Pugh's warehouse stands, at Basil, on a lot now owned by my sister, Mrs. Musser.  Where now, are the hunters, and the camp-boy, and the camp?

FIRST TAVERN IN BASIL.
Page 186

     Henry Yanna built the house now owned by Jacob H. Campbell, our hardware merchant.  This was our first tavern.  Mr. Y. was a Swiss, and a professional butcher.  Many thousands of pounds of beef did he haul on the "Deep Cut" to Monticello (a town then near the present Millersport).  But now Monticello is a cornfield.  Beef then was sold at three cents per pound.  There were more than a hundred hands constantly at work.  Mr. Hanna had for  his tavern-sign an ox painted on the board.

PETER DARING,
Page 186

Also a Swiss, had the second tavern.  There was business then for two taverns in Basil, not so much for entertainment as for the sale of whisky and "stone-fence cider," which meant four gallons of whisky in a barrel of water, to make it to keep.  For his sign he had the Swiss hero,  Wilhelm Tell.

FIRST STORE IN BASIL.
Page 187

     Henry D. Bolle, a Frenchman, on the day of the first sale of town-lots, purchased the old homestead, which consisted of a hewed log house, and the old vacated log-cabin, built in 1809.  The purchase price was about sixty dollars.  This was inlot No. 9.  He put one shelf up-stairs, twelve feet long and one foot wide. On this shelf he was able to put his entire stock of goods.
     One year after, he put up shelving and a rough counter in the old log cabin. In this cabin he did business for two years.  In 1828 he called at our house and wanted to sell this store to my father.  My father replied, "Wat do I want wid your store?" Bolle replied, "You put little Henry in dere; he make sthore-keeper some day."  He left the goods in the cabin for us to sell in a year, promising to take back what was not sold.  We took them at retail price, but could not make one cent on them.  But father had one hundred dollars in silver, which he kept in a wooden box on top of the clothes-press. He sold a horse for fifty dollars. This made a capital of one hundred and fifty dollars, which was carried to Lancaster on the 15th day of April, 1828, and with that amount our first purchase of merchandise was made.
    Our sales did not average two dollars a day during the first year, the aggregate amount sold being no more than $500.  But by perseverance, diligence and attention, the Leonard brothers were enabled to navigate the turbulent waters of trade for nearly forty years, without meeting any serious disaster from the frequent and fierce storms and hurricanes caused by the risky and unreliable trade-winds, on account of which so many mercantile ships were swamped or sunk.

PIGEON HUNT.
Page 187-188

     There was a time in the early history of this country when wild-pigeons were so very plenty, that they literally "darkened the heavens" in their flight to and from their roost in Licking County.
     On one occasion five young men set out from this neighborhood for the pigeon roost, to bring back, as they doubted not, large numbers of these birds.  The company consisted of Samuel Bader, John Hively, Jacob Showley, Jacob Bibler and Jacob Goss.  The two latter are still living.  They provided themselves with punk, flint and steel, for the purpose of raising a fire at night.  But alas; a cold, driving rain set in, and they were soaked to the skin, with no possibility of starting a fire, as everything was dripping wet.  Their expedition was a failure, of which they never heard the last.  Old Father Shriner, who was auctioneer in the settlement, or "sale-crier," as the term was then, loved to twit the boys when they were present.  "Here, Jacob," he would say, "is a tub; it will do to salt down your pigeons.  How much will you give?"  Or, if he offered a small vessel, he would say, "Sell ist gut fuer Saltz," by which he meant, this will answer to carry salt for salting down your pigeons.  Old Father Shriner was a jolly old pioneer.  His grandchildren are now grandparents.  Such is the flight of time.

NAILING COFFINS SHUT.
Page 188

      Our old pioneer, David Brumback, was the undertaker in our township.  He buried, or rather made all the coffins when I was a small boy.  I remember once I went with my grandfather to a funeral at Showley's, and as screws were scarce in those primitive times, nails were used to fasten down the lid of the coffin; and I heard my grandfather tell my mother this:  "Barbi, wenn ich sterbe, will ich nicht mit dem Hammer zugenagelt sein."  Barbara, when I die, I will not have my coffin nailed with a hammer.

WHISKY-BOTTLE AT FUNERALS.
Page 188

     I remember, too, when it was customary to carry, or hand round a bottle filled with whisky before the funeral would leave the house.  I had the honor myself, when called on, to hand the long-necked green bottle around, and a young lady would follow with cakes and pies.

INDIAN SQUAW WOUNDED.
Page 188-189

     Mr. Noah Gundy, who has been living in the vicinity more than seventy years, told me, that the Indians almost every spring would come on Walnut Creek, near their farm, for the purpose of boiling sugar.  One time a man came to hunt, and seeing some object moving among the pawpaw bushes, and believing it to be a bear, fired at it, and was startled by the scream of a squaw, and alarmed, he lost no time in giving "leg-bail,"  The Indians were soon on his trail, but he eluded them by his fleetness, and by taking to the bed of the creek, thus causing them to lose his track; and he kept safely out of their way until the matter was settled and the Indians pacicified.  Dr. Shawk, of Lancaster, was sent out to dress the wounded arm, and he partially succeeded in persuading them that it was unintentional, though they for a long time entertained lingering doubts.  The squaw, however, got well, and all was over.
     [This I believe to be the story that is told of the late Judge David Ewing, of Pleasant Township.  The circumstances are nearly the same in both statements.  The friends of Mr. Ewing, however, do not locate the scene of Walnut Creek, but in the Arnold settlement, in Pleasant.  They also say that the Indians refused the services of a doctor, and that the affair was settled by Daniel Arnold and others, by the payment of money and other things - ED]

A HOG STORY.
Page 189

     At one time old Father Gundy drove forty head of fat hogs all the way to Zanesville, Ohio, for which he expected to receive $1.50 per hundred, but it seems that when he arrived with the porkers, Mr. Buckingham backed out, and said that he could not pay more than $1.25 a hundred, that they had come too late.  Mr. Gundy was displeased, and said, "You shan't have them."  So the old man left the forty fat hogs to take care of themselves, and returned home in a bad humor.  Strangely enough, in about three weeks every one of the hogs straggled back to the Gundy farm, over a distance of more than forty miles, and were afterwards sold to a Chillicothe man for $1.50 per hundred pounds.  Hogs were then sold by net weight.

STRONGEST MAN IN THE TOWNSHIP.
Page 189-190

     In the early settlement of our township, especially before we had a canal, our farmers would go to Zanesville with their wagons and exchange their wheat for salt.  At one time six or eight teams from Walnut Creek when in company, and after they had sold and unloaded their wheat, they drove to the salt-house.  Mr. Fairchild (long since dead) said to he clerk, or salt man.  "We will bet you a gallon of brandy that we have a man in our crowd that can pick up a barrel of salt by the chimes and lift it into the wagon."  After the salt man had eyed the crowd closely, and could see no giant among them, he said, "Agreed."  Mr. Fairchild then called out, "John Huntwork, pull off your coat and go to work."  And John did not only load one barrel, but, as one wagon after another drive up, he picked up the barrels of salt as though they were firkins of butter, and loaded the wagons.  And it is to be remembered, that at that time a barrel of salt weighed more than 280 pounds; many of them weighed over 300.  Mr. Noah Gundy (my informant) further told me, that John Huntwork at one time carried eleven bushels of wheat up a pair of steps at one load.  The wheat was put in one large sack especially for the occasion.

AN INDIAN SCARE.
Page 190

     It was rumored that the Indians were coming in to plunder the pioneers.  Bibler's cabin was the place of rendezvous.  It was not long before several guns were heard at a neighboring cabin, when the women began to scream.  One old lady said: "O!  I wish the Indians had killed me long ago."  My mother wanted father to go, but he said no, he would not run away from his own house.  They all stayed at home, but no savages appeared.  The rumor had been started and the guns fired by rowdies, for fun, but the neighbors did not recognize the fun.

HOW BASIL GOT ITS NAME.
Page 190-191

     Old Father Jacob Goss landed here in 1807 or 1808, and put up a cabin.  He had two sons and one daughter.  when the canal  was being located, Henry Hildebrand laid out a new town, which was named New Market, but is now the "Baltimore, Ohio."  Jonathan Flattery surveyed the lots of Basil, and when he was through he asked Father Goss what he was going to call his town, and he (Goss) decided to leave the naming of it to his neighbors.  My father proposed Basil, and 'Squire Joseph Hustand proposed Geneva, both Swiss names.  It was decided to determine by ballot.  At this stage of the case, I, a boy, came along on my return from the old Hively log school house, with my copy-book under my arm.  Father told me to write some tickets, which I did, upon a blank sheet torn from my copy-book.  The votes were cast, and upon counting out from the hat it was found that there were six for Basil and six for Geneva - a tie.  At this point my uncle, John Goss, came up the hill, when my father said; "John, vote Basil."  He gave the casting vote, and hence Basil.  I was, therefore, the first to write the name of our village, Basil.  This was in 1825, and therefore these two villages are a little over fifty years old.  Henry Hildebrand was first proprietor of Baltimore, and Jacob Goss first proprietor of Basil.

THE FIRST CORN PONE.
Page 191

     A number of our Swiss families, instead of going to the mouth of Hocking, and up that stream in skiffs, turned up the Muskingum and came to Zanesville, a nearer and more eligible route.  Among them were the Weber and Erb families.  They laid up a little below Zanesville.  In the morning, old Mother Erb went to a cabin near by to get some milk for their coffee.  She took with her a silver quarter.  The woman of the house had no change.  The old lady made motion for her to let her have a piece of what she took to be an egg-pudding, which she saw in the skillet.  The woman gave her the whole of it, and she hurried back to the camp with the pudding (?) in her apron, saying: "Now we will have a nice breakfast."   The pudding was cut, but no one could eat a bite of it.  Even their dog would not touch it.  It was a corn pone.  But they got well over that before they were five years older.

CHEAP WHEAT AND CORN.
Page 191-192

     Joseph Bibler told me only last week, when speaking of the price of grain, after the little farmers had raised more than they needed, that they would have been glad to have got ten cents a bushel for their corn, but could not get five cents cash.
     At one time he (Bibler) went to Lancaster to see if he could sell some wheat.  A prominent citizen and business man there, said to him: "I have no use for any wheat now, but if you will bring it in and empty it into one of these mudholes, so our gentlemen can have a clean and dry walk, I will give you twelve and a half cents a bushel."  I had heard the story before, but this from my old and reliable friend settled the question.

CONCLUSION.
Page 192

     Following are the names of the principal pioneers who settled in Liberty Township prior to the year 1812:
     Robert Wilson, Christian Gundy, David Broomback, Francis Bibler, Jacob Showley, Nicholas Bader, the Erb and Weber families, Philip Shepler, McCalla, Fairchild, Switzer, Gaster, Amspach, Giesy, Hiser, Hanna, Minehart, Howser, Hensel, Apt, Heistand, Alt, Morehead, Bartmess, Cook, Leisteneker, Finkbone, Heyle, Bader, Black, Hiveley, Eversoles, Farmer, Shisler, Campbell, Zirkle, Kumler, Leonard, Brown, Sann, Bolenbaugh, Rouch, Paff, Newel, Blauser, Shriner, Knepper, Wright, Oliber, Growiler, Kemerer, Sager, Tusing and Soltz.

                                                                  Respectfully,                   HENRY LEONARD.