JONESTOWN.

Or Tokio, as the postoffice is called, is a

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small village on the "Clover Leaf" Railroad, located in a good farming section.

INCIDENTS OF PIONEER LIFE.

     Samuel Arnold, of Ridge township, a son of John Arnold, says that the wolves were plenty at that time and he recollects that one night, after they had butchered, they were cutting up the hogs within  a couple rods of the house when the wolves came close up to where the men were working and howled and he was afraid to go to the house which was only two rods away.  He says Clarissa Gleason was his first school teacher - that was in 1839 or 1840 - and that he has a card of merit that she gave him, which is in her own handwriting.
     A short time after Levi Rowland settled in York township he had a dream that in crossing the prairie he had been attacked by a wolf.  The next day he started out to hunt his cows.  Hearing the bell on the opposite side of the prairie he had been attacked by a wolf.  The next day he started out to hunt his cows. Hearing the bell on the prairie, he had gone a short distance, when he recalled his dream.  Going back to the woods he cut a heavy hickory club and started out in the tall grass after the cows.  He had gone but a short distance when he came upon a large wolf that showed fight, which Mr. Rowland killed with his club.  He always felt that the dream had been sent as a warning.
     In 1840 the Bickfords settled in York township.  They had provided themselves with two barriels of flour and other provisions in proportion.  Frank says that if it had not been for what they brought with them they would have starved.  Their nearest neighbors, with the exception of one family, were three miles  distant.  After they had been here some time, the boys became very tired of salt meat  One evening Levi Rowland came to their house with a saddle of venison on his shoulder, and told Mr. Bickford that he had put the forequarters in the fork of a tree, and that if the latter would go and get it he might have it.  But Mr. Bickford was no woodsman and, being afraid that he might get off the trail, would not venture.  But Frank and his brother Will wanted some fresh meat and said they would go.  Frank was 8 and Will wa 12.  They took a butcher knife and found the venison.  Each cut a shoulder and started for home.  It was then past sundown.  They had gone but a short distance when they heard the wolves coming.  They did some "tall" running and the wolves followed them almost to the door, but they saved the venison.

PIONEER RECOLLECTIONS.
By J. B. Brodnix.

     So far as history of York township in the early days is concerned, there is but little of it speaking after the manner of men.  There was not much in the township except primeval forests filled with bear, wolves, deer, raccoons, porcupines, wild cats, catamounts, etc.
     My father was born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love."  In 1836 with his family he left Philadelphia for Dayton, Ohio, crossing the Alleghany Mountains in a Virginia schooner, drawn by a team of mules, and proceeding from Pittsburgh to Cincinnati on a boat on the Ohio River.  From Cincinnati to Dayton, and from there to Yellow Springs in Greene County, the journey was made in wagons, finally going from Yellow Springs to the Long Prairie in York township, Van Wert County, in 1839.  The family lived in a pole pen on the farm of Evan B. Jones, while a log cabin on the east half of the southwest quarter of section 3, York township, was being built. 
     When we were unloaded on the Long Prairie, father and mother both cried and offered the man that moved them all that they

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had - $25 - to take them back to Dayton where he lived.  This the man refused to do on account of the terrible roads.
     With the assistance of neighbors living 10 miles away, my father built a log cabin 18 feet square in a dense forest, without a road to any place.  The nearest neighbors was two and a half miles away; David W. McCoy and Daniel Beard, three miles; Evan B. Jones, three miles; Levi Rowland, four miles; John Arnold and Leonard Varner, three and a half miles each.  There was a village of Wyandot Indians on the Little Auglaize a mile and a quarter from us.  they were very kind and hospitable.
     In December 23 moved into the log cabins, half of it floored with puncheons and with a bed quilt serving for a door.  There was a fireplace five by seven feet in dimensions, a mudback wall and a stick chimney.  When night would come, the wolves would approach the house and scratch and howl until we could hear nothing else.  For 10 years between the months of November and February, from sunset until sunrise, nothing could be heard except the howling of the wolves and the hooting of the owls.
     If men and women had had the same kind of religion then that they have now, my father and mother and their family would have starved.  But in those days all things that men had were in common.  No one said that aught that he had was his own.  While one had a peck of corn meal or a pound of pork, all had.
     At Piqua was a nearest mill.  Many a bushel of corn we pounded on an oak block with an iron wedge and made it into a dodger or mush and ate it with a chunk of venison or pork.  Then Aaron Hipshire got a two-burr hand-mill and two horses could grind a bushel an hour.  That was good.  In 1844 Daniel Walters built a little water-mill where Venedocia now stands, the then outlet of the Coil Prairie.  that was fine.  He could grind wheat, but one had to bolt it by hand.
     As for schools, there was not one in the township until 1843, and then only one for the whole township.  In 1839 the heads of the families in the township were Levi Rowland, Evan B. Jones, John McCollum, John Heath, Jesse Tomlinson, R. Rosss, Leonard Varner, George Wooten, Robert Thomas, Benjamin Griffin, Lewis Culver, John Arnold, W. H. Peasely and John W. Conn.  Daniel Bickford came in 1840.  Many and trying were the hardships in those days, much harder for us than for others.  Father was a French Huguenot and had never done a day's work; mother was Scotch and was also raised in the city.  Many were the sacks of meal and chunks of pork and other things given us by David W. McCoy, Daniel Beard, Thomas Pollock and others.  Never were there truer, braver and kinder men settled in a county than the early settlers of Van Wert county.  In the early history of the county they were bound together as one man.  Above all, religion was supreme; there was preaching in the little log cabins, but no religious discussion.  A calico dress and sun-bonnet, was the finest apparel for a woman; a linsey wammus and a coonskin cap for a man.  There was more genuine heartfelt religion at one of those old pioneer meetings than there is in a whole year now.  People would go for miles to attend meeting, frequently taking a sack of jerk, a chunk of pork and some meal and staying two and three days.  They would sing and pray and shout - I can hear them yet singing.  "Sing on, pray on, we are gaining."  "O Hallelujah! the power of the Lord is coming down.  O Hallelujah!  If we had more old-time religion today we would be a happier people.
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chief pursuits of life for game and fish were abundant.  To raise a crop some member of the family had to stand guard from sowing to gathering, or the deer, coons, squirrels, turkeys and birds would get it all.  But when such men as the Gillilands, Hills, Stacys, Kings, Ramseys, McCoys, Beards, DeCamps, Pollocks and their wives and many others that space will not permit me to name settle a country, it must prosper.  As far as I know, the heads of those families of 1839 are all gone to their rewards.  Some of their children, like myself, are yet lingering on the brink.  Nearly if not all, like myself, have reached their three score and ten.  It is no more the scenes of our boyhood - I am led to say, "Backward, turn backward, O time in thy flight, make me a boy again just for tonight."  With all the hardships, many and dear are the fond recollections of those days.
     The great majority of my early associates have crossed the mystic river, a few are waiting to join the mighty throng on the other shore.  Time and space would fail me to tell the many thrilling incidents that occurred in the days when this region was being reclaimed.

- END OF YORK TOWNSHIP

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