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Jacob C. Biffle

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Jacob C. Biffle Veteran

Birth
Rowan County, North Carolina, USA
Death
16 Feb 1844 (aged 80)
Hampshire, Maury County, Tennessee, USA
Burial
Hampshire, Maury County, Tennessee, USA Add to Map
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His parents were among the very first settlers of Weaverville, Buncombe, NC. His younger sister, Elizabeth, married John Weaver whose family founded Weaverville. He grew up around Lake Louise in Weaverville where his parents operated a mill at the lake spillway.

REVOLUTIONARY WAR SOLDIER (Battle of King's Mountain, Pvt in Colonel Shelby's N.C. troops.)
Up date from Peggy McNabb 14 Jul 2008:
Son of Johannes Adam Biffle and Catherine Henckel
Married to Mary Deavers, children: Millie, William, John, Elizabeth, Nathan, Catherine,Susan, Jacob Jr., Valentine Biffle.

Married Hannah Isabella Hicks after the death of his first wife.

Soldiers Grave
Pearl Rivers

Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.

Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.

For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.

Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
His parents were among the very first settlers of Weaverville, Buncombe, NC. His younger sister, Elizabeth, married John Weaver whose family founded Weaverville. He grew up around Lake Louise in Weaverville where his parents operated a mill at the lake spillway.

REVOLUTIONARY WAR SOLDIER (Battle of King's Mountain, Pvt in Colonel Shelby's N.C. troops.)
Up date from Peggy McNabb 14 Jul 2008:
Son of Johannes Adam Biffle and Catherine Henckel
Married to Mary Deavers, children: Millie, William, John, Elizabeth, Nathan, Catherine,Susan, Jacob Jr., Valentine Biffle.

Married Hannah Isabella Hicks after the death of his first wife.

Soldiers Grave
Pearl Rivers

Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.

Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.

For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.

Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.


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