No Dates. Broken stone.
This stone lies in the stone graveyard of broken & misplaced stones located in the southeast corner of old Zanesville cemetery on the east side of the road.
(obituary of Elizabeth Atchison, wife of John Smith. Copied from "William Smith - A Quaker and his Descendants", compiled in 1961 by Laura G. Smith 8th generation)
Death of Elizabeth Smith: An Old Huntington County Pioneer Gone
The subject of this article died a short time ago. (Feb. 16, 1877) at the residence of Mrs. Emily Rich, one of her daughters, living near Zanesville, in the adjoining county of Wells. Mrs. Smith lived twelve years beyond the three score and ten, the allotted scriptural age of man. She no doubt would have attained to a greater age were it not for a series of disastrous falls she has sustained within the last three of four years. She suffered a fall from her chair a short time ago, which very likely was the immediate cause of her death.
After this mishap occurred it became a painful fact to her friends that the end was not far off, and such proved to be the case. The old lady lingered along for a couple of weeks, until finally she breathed her last on the above mentioned date. Her soul commenced its journey to the other world at four o'clock in the morning, and as mortification of the body immediately set in, it was decided as a matter of necessity to bury her the same day.
Her relative and friends were summoned to take a last view of the remains. The services were held then, after which she was carried to the burial grounds near Zanesville, Indiana, where her poor worn out body was carefully lowered into its narrow home under the sod, there to remain until Gabriel's bugle blast shall rouse the quick and the dead.
"Grandmother lies on the hillside brown-
Lies at rest-and the setting sun
Kisses the spot where loving hands
Laid her down when her life was done,
And over the meadows, over the hills,
There breeze goes sobbing the livelong day,
For the fair sweet summer whose life went out
With the shadow of winter, chill and gray."
Elizabeth Smith first drew the breath of life in Stafford County, Virginia, and here she passed her happy childhood days, free from care and happy as the soaring lark. But cupid early set his snares for her, and she was made a captive to his wiles at the tender age of sixteen, and her maiden name of Atchison, a name well known in many parts of this country, was then changed to Smith.
It was not long however, until the then young Republic was precipitated into another war - 1812 - with the mother country, by the overbearing and insolent conduct of that nation; and John Smith, with legions of other young patriots of the time, answered their country's call to come out and drive back the enemy. The British Lion soon discovered that the young giant, which had fought for and gained its Independence from it in 1777-83, was also able to defend itself against all who chose to throw down the gauntlet. After he had made this valuable discovery, His Lionine Majesty was not long in signing a treaty of peace, which act took place on December 14, 1814, and the survivors of the battles took themselves to their home. Among this number, on the side of the Americans was John Smith.
Not long after the close of the war the Smiths began to make preparations for moving to a new part of the country. They finally fixed upon Ohio, which was then a comparatively new country, and very sparsely settled, as their destination. Choosing Belmont County, Ohio, as the place of their future residence, they moved themselves hither, and made themselves a home. Here and in adjacent counties, they lived for many years, raising a family of fifteen children, the oldest three of whom were born in old Virginia.
Mr. Smith several times visited his old home,journeying across the mountains on foot. On one of those occasions when near the banks of the Ohio river, two highway-men sprang suddenly upon him. Being a very strong man, Mr. Smith gave his arms a sudden wrench as they seized upon him, sending the robbers sprawling upon the ground. Before they could recover themselves their designed victim had plunged into the river, and swimming boldly across was soon out of danger.
Among their sons was one names Amos, who from his childhood up was peculiarly unfortunate. When a little toddling child of four, he was bitten by a copperhead snake, one of the most poisonous of snake kind. His father was away from home at the time, but coming back soon after the occurrence, immediately bound the wound with a poultice composed of some strong onions, which he was so fortunate as to have brought along with him. This had the effect of drawing the poison out of the wound and by so doing,saved the little fellow's life.
Again in his youth, he was kicked on the forehead by a vicious horse, laying the skull open to view. His life was dispaired of, but he eventually recovered, with the shape of the horses hoof indelibly imprinted upon his face.
Upon another occasion, while leaping from a horse he was riding, he was impaled upon a stake and rider fence, by which accident he suffered untold miseries. Recovering from this also Amos grew up to manhood, meeting with various minor mishaps, until he finally disappears altogether from the world.
Leaving his home with a drove of horses for one of the large Eastern markets, he was never afterward heard of, and no one - at least none of his friends, knows to this day what befell the unfortunate man. But it is supposed he was murdered by thieves of the city, for the money he had obtained by the sale of his horses. And that very likely was the fate of Amos Smith.
After living some thirty years Southeastern Ohio, the old folks moved to Indiana, where they were in time followed by most of their children.
Putting up at his brother's (Jacob Smith) house, fives miles east of Richmond, Indiana, they remained there until they could find a place to locate, which
they succeeded in doing up in Huntington County, whither they moved and again settled down.
Mr, Smith was a blacksmith - having learned this trade in the city of Philadelphia - and followed this occupation together with farming. Here they lived until the death of Mr. Smith, which took place some twenty years ago, in a small village callled Elizabethtown.
Since that event Mrs. Smith has lived with her children, going from one house to another in turns, always well cared for. At the time of the settlement in Huntington County, that part of the country was still a vast forest. Most of the land
belonged to"Uncle Sam" and was entered by those who chose to settle there, under the pre-emption law. Remmants of several tribes of Indians still roamed through these forests, and their trails were to be seen many years after they were transferred to a more western part of the country.
Of the fifteen children born to the old couple, two girls are dead, and Amos, their lost son, is supposed to be. The rest are all living and prospering. Most of them at the present time live in Huntington County. There are some however in Ohio yet, one daughter being in Cincinnati, where she was married and has lived the last thirty years. Another daughter lives in Iowa, and one of her sons now claims Michigan as his home. These children are all married and have children who also have families of their own, with constant accession to the same. This it has been going on until the original pairs living descendants number one hundred,with about twenty who are dead. A goodly number for any one couple, we should say. These descendants are scattered rather promiscuously over the Union.
As we said elsewhere in our article, Mr. Smith participated in the War of 1812, for which service Mrs. Smith drew a pension up to the date of her death. The old couple presented also a good showing in the last war (Civil) which desolated our
beloved country. Three sons and some half dozen grandsons participated in this great internecine strife. By these, with several sons-in-law, they had over a dozen representatives, all fighting for the preservation of the Union. They were represented at Nashville, Chicomauge, Lookout Mountain, Sherman's great march to the sea, and at the final surrender of rebeldom at Richmond; without mentioning many other minor occasions.
But now both of the good old couple are gone. Having fought a good fight, they have now laid the armor off and journeyed to a happier land, where peace forever reigns, and all is Love and Charity. Peace to their ashes.
"After Life's Fitful Fever is O'er they sleep well."
Contributor: James Atchison (48006640) • [email protected]
This stone lies in the stone graveyard of broken & misplaced stones located in the southeast corner of old Zanesville cemetery on the east side of the road.
(obituary of Elizabeth Atchison, wife of John Smith. Copied from "William Smith - A Quaker and his Descendants", compiled in 1961 by Laura G. Smith 8th generation)
Death of Elizabeth Smith: An Old Huntington County Pioneer Gone
The subject of this article died a short time ago. (Feb. 16, 1877) at the residence of Mrs. Emily Rich, one of her daughters, living near Zanesville, in the adjoining county of Wells. Mrs. Smith lived twelve years beyond the three score and ten, the allotted scriptural age of man. She no doubt would have attained to a greater age were it not for a series of disastrous falls she has sustained within the last three of four years. She suffered a fall from her chair a short time ago, which very likely was the immediate cause of her death.
After this mishap occurred it became a painful fact to her friends that the end was not far off, and such proved to be the case. The old lady lingered along for a couple of weeks, until finally she breathed her last on the above mentioned date. Her soul commenced its journey to the other world at four o'clock in the morning, and as mortification of the body immediately set in, it was decided as a matter of necessity to bury her the same day.
Her relative and friends were summoned to take a last view of the remains. The services were held then, after which she was carried to the burial grounds near Zanesville, Indiana, where her poor worn out body was carefully lowered into its narrow home under the sod, there to remain until Gabriel's bugle blast shall rouse the quick and the dead.
"Grandmother lies on the hillside brown-
Lies at rest-and the setting sun
Kisses the spot where loving hands
Laid her down when her life was done,
And over the meadows, over the hills,
There breeze goes sobbing the livelong day,
For the fair sweet summer whose life went out
With the shadow of winter, chill and gray."
Elizabeth Smith first drew the breath of life in Stafford County, Virginia, and here she passed her happy childhood days, free from care and happy as the soaring lark. But cupid early set his snares for her, and she was made a captive to his wiles at the tender age of sixteen, and her maiden name of Atchison, a name well known in many parts of this country, was then changed to Smith.
It was not long however, until the then young Republic was precipitated into another war - 1812 - with the mother country, by the overbearing and insolent conduct of that nation; and John Smith, with legions of other young patriots of the time, answered their country's call to come out and drive back the enemy. The British Lion soon discovered that the young giant, which had fought for and gained its Independence from it in 1777-83, was also able to defend itself against all who chose to throw down the gauntlet. After he had made this valuable discovery, His Lionine Majesty was not long in signing a treaty of peace, which act took place on December 14, 1814, and the survivors of the battles took themselves to their home. Among this number, on the side of the Americans was John Smith.
Not long after the close of the war the Smiths began to make preparations for moving to a new part of the country. They finally fixed upon Ohio, which was then a comparatively new country, and very sparsely settled, as their destination. Choosing Belmont County, Ohio, as the place of their future residence, they moved themselves hither, and made themselves a home. Here and in adjacent counties, they lived for many years, raising a family of fifteen children, the oldest three of whom were born in old Virginia.
Mr. Smith several times visited his old home,journeying across the mountains on foot. On one of those occasions when near the banks of the Ohio river, two highway-men sprang suddenly upon him. Being a very strong man, Mr. Smith gave his arms a sudden wrench as they seized upon him, sending the robbers sprawling upon the ground. Before they could recover themselves their designed victim had plunged into the river, and swimming boldly across was soon out of danger.
Among their sons was one names Amos, who from his childhood up was peculiarly unfortunate. When a little toddling child of four, he was bitten by a copperhead snake, one of the most poisonous of snake kind. His father was away from home at the time, but coming back soon after the occurrence, immediately bound the wound with a poultice composed of some strong onions, which he was so fortunate as to have brought along with him. This had the effect of drawing the poison out of the wound and by so doing,saved the little fellow's life.
Again in his youth, he was kicked on the forehead by a vicious horse, laying the skull open to view. His life was dispaired of, but he eventually recovered, with the shape of the horses hoof indelibly imprinted upon his face.
Upon another occasion, while leaping from a horse he was riding, he was impaled upon a stake and rider fence, by which accident he suffered untold miseries. Recovering from this also Amos grew up to manhood, meeting with various minor mishaps, until he finally disappears altogether from the world.
Leaving his home with a drove of horses for one of the large Eastern markets, he was never afterward heard of, and no one - at least none of his friends, knows to this day what befell the unfortunate man. But it is supposed he was murdered by thieves of the city, for the money he had obtained by the sale of his horses. And that very likely was the fate of Amos Smith.
After living some thirty years Southeastern Ohio, the old folks moved to Indiana, where they were in time followed by most of their children.
Putting up at his brother's (Jacob Smith) house, fives miles east of Richmond, Indiana, they remained there until they could find a place to locate, which
they succeeded in doing up in Huntington County, whither they moved and again settled down.
Mr, Smith was a blacksmith - having learned this trade in the city of Philadelphia - and followed this occupation together with farming. Here they lived until the death of Mr. Smith, which took place some twenty years ago, in a small village callled Elizabethtown.
Since that event Mrs. Smith has lived with her children, going from one house to another in turns, always well cared for. At the time of the settlement in Huntington County, that part of the country was still a vast forest. Most of the land
belonged to"Uncle Sam" and was entered by those who chose to settle there, under the pre-emption law. Remmants of several tribes of Indians still roamed through these forests, and their trails were to be seen many years after they were transferred to a more western part of the country.
Of the fifteen children born to the old couple, two girls are dead, and Amos, their lost son, is supposed to be. The rest are all living and prospering. Most of them at the present time live in Huntington County. There are some however in Ohio yet, one daughter being in Cincinnati, where she was married and has lived the last thirty years. Another daughter lives in Iowa, and one of her sons now claims Michigan as his home. These children are all married and have children who also have families of their own, with constant accession to the same. This it has been going on until the original pairs living descendants number one hundred,with about twenty who are dead. A goodly number for any one couple, we should say. These descendants are scattered rather promiscuously over the Union.
As we said elsewhere in our article, Mr. Smith participated in the War of 1812, for which service Mrs. Smith drew a pension up to the date of her death. The old couple presented also a good showing in the last war (Civil) which desolated our
beloved country. Three sons and some half dozen grandsons participated in this great internecine strife. By these, with several sons-in-law, they had over a dozen representatives, all fighting for the preservation of the Union. They were represented at Nashville, Chicomauge, Lookout Mountain, Sherman's great march to the sea, and at the final surrender of rebeldom at Richmond; without mentioning many other minor occasions.
But now both of the good old couple are gone. Having fought a good fight, they have now laid the armor off and journeyed to a happier land, where peace forever reigns, and all is Love and Charity. Peace to their ashes.
"After Life's Fitful Fever is O'er they sleep well."
Contributor: James Atchison (48006640) • [email protected]
No Dates. Broken stone.
This stone lies in the stone graveyard of broken & misplaced stones located in the southeast corner of old Zanesville cemetery on the east side of the road.
(obituary of Elizabeth Atchison, wife of John Smith. Copied from "William Smith - A Quaker and his Descendants", compiled in 1961 by Laura G. Smith 8th generation)
Death of Elizabeth Smith: An Old Huntington County Pioneer Gone
The subject of this article died a short time ago. (Feb. 16, 1877) at the residence of Mrs. Emily Rich, one of her daughters, living near Zanesville, in the adjoining county of Wells. Mrs. Smith lived twelve years beyond the three score and ten, the allotted scriptural age of man. She no doubt would have attained to a greater age were it not for a series of disastrous falls she has sustained within the last three of four years. She suffered a fall from her chair a short time ago, which very likely was the immediate cause of her death.
After this mishap occurred it became a painful fact to her friends that the end was not far off, and such proved to be the case. The old lady lingered along for a couple of weeks, until finally she breathed her last on the above mentioned date. Her soul commenced its journey to the other world at four o'clock in the morning, and as mortification of the body immediately set in, it was decided as a matter of necessity to bury her the same day.
Her relative and friends were summoned to take a last view of the remains. The services were held then, after which she was carried to the burial grounds near Zanesville, Indiana, where her poor worn out body was carefully lowered into its narrow home under the sod, there to remain until Gabriel's bugle blast shall rouse the quick and the dead.
"Grandmother lies on the hillside brown-
Lies at rest-and the setting sun
Kisses the spot where loving hands
Laid her down when her life was done,
And over the meadows, over the hills,
There breeze goes sobbing the livelong day,
For the fair sweet summer whose life went out
With the shadow of winter, chill and gray."
Elizabeth Smith first drew the breath of life in Stafford County, Virginia, and here she passed her happy childhood days, free from care and happy as the soaring lark. But cupid early set his snares for her, and she was made a captive to his wiles at the tender age of sixteen, and her maiden name of Atchison, a name well known in many parts of this country, was then changed to Smith.
It was not long however, until the then young Republic was precipitated into another war - 1812 - with the mother country, by the overbearing and insolent conduct of that nation; and John Smith, with legions of other young patriots of the time, answered their country's call to come out and drive back the enemy. The British Lion soon discovered that the young giant, which had fought for and gained its Independence from it in 1777-83, was also able to defend itself against all who chose to throw down the gauntlet. After he had made this valuable discovery, His Lionine Majesty was not long in signing a treaty of peace, which act took place on December 14, 1814, and the survivors of the battles took themselves to their home. Among this number, on the side of the Americans was John Smith.
Not long after the close of the war the Smiths began to make preparations for moving to a new part of the country. They finally fixed upon Ohio, which was then a comparatively new country, and very sparsely settled, as their destination. Choosing Belmont County, Ohio, as the place of their future residence, they moved themselves hither, and made themselves a home. Here and in adjacent counties, they lived for many years, raising a family of fifteen children, the oldest three of whom were born in old Virginia.
Mr. Smith several times visited his old home,journeying across the mountains on foot. On one of those occasions when near the banks of the Ohio river, two highway-men sprang suddenly upon him. Being a very strong man, Mr. Smith gave his arms a sudden wrench as they seized upon him, sending the robbers sprawling upon the ground. Before they could recover themselves their designed victim had plunged into the river, and swimming boldly across was soon out of danger.
Among their sons was one names Amos, who from his childhood up was peculiarly unfortunate. When a little toddling child of four, he was bitten by a copperhead snake, one of the most poisonous of snake kind. His father was away from home at the time, but coming back soon after the occurrence, immediately bound the wound with a poultice composed of some strong onions, which he was so fortunate as to have brought along with him. This had the effect of drawing the poison out of the wound and by so doing,saved the little fellow's life.
Again in his youth, he was kicked on the forehead by a vicious horse, laying the skull open to view. His life was dispaired of, but he eventually recovered, with the shape of the horses hoof indelibly imprinted upon his face.
Upon another occasion, while leaping from a horse he was riding, he was impaled upon a stake and rider fence, by which accident he suffered untold miseries. Recovering from this also Amos grew up to manhood, meeting with various minor mishaps, until he finally disappears altogether from the world.
Leaving his home with a drove of horses for one of the large Eastern markets, he was never afterward heard of, and no one - at least none of his friends, knows to this day what befell the unfortunate man. But it is supposed he was murdered by thieves of the city, for the money he had obtained by the sale of his horses. And that very likely was the fate of Amos Smith.
After living some thirty years Southeastern Ohio, the old folks moved to Indiana, where they were in time followed by most of their children.
Putting up at his brother's (Jacob Smith) house, fives miles east of Richmond, Indiana, they remained there until they could find a place to locate, which
they succeeded in doing up in Huntington County, whither they moved and again settled down.
Mr, Smith was a blacksmith - having learned this trade in the city of Philadelphia - and followed this occupation together with farming. Here they lived until the death of Mr. Smith, which took place some twenty years ago, in a small village callled Elizabethtown.
Since that event Mrs. Smith has lived with her children, going from one house to another in turns, always well cared for. At the time of the settlement in Huntington County, that part of the country was still a vast forest. Most of the land
belonged to"Uncle Sam" and was entered by those who chose to settle there, under the pre-emption law. Remmants of several tribes of Indians still roamed through these forests, and their trails were to be seen many years after they were transferred to a more western part of the country.
Of the fifteen children born to the old couple, two girls are dead, and Amos, their lost son, is supposed to be. The rest are all living and prospering. Most of them at the present time live in Huntington County. There are some however in Ohio yet, one daughter being in Cincinnati, where she was married and has lived the last thirty years. Another daughter lives in Iowa, and one of her sons now claims Michigan as his home. These children are all married and have children who also have families of their own, with constant accession to the same. This it has been going on until the original pairs living descendants number one hundred,with about twenty who are dead. A goodly number for any one couple, we should say. These descendants are scattered rather promiscuously over the Union.
As we said elsewhere in our article, Mr. Smith participated in the War of 1812, for which service Mrs. Smith drew a pension up to the date of her death. The old couple presented also a good showing in the last war (Civil) which desolated our
beloved country. Three sons and some half dozen grandsons participated in this great internecine strife. By these, with several sons-in-law, they had over a dozen representatives, all fighting for the preservation of the Union. They were represented at Nashville, Chicomauge, Lookout Mountain, Sherman's great march to the sea, and at the final surrender of rebeldom at Richmond; without mentioning many other minor occasions.
But now both of the good old couple are gone. Having fought a good fight, they have now laid the armor off and journeyed to a happier land, where peace forever reigns, and all is Love and Charity. Peace to their ashes.
"After Life's Fitful Fever is O'er they sleep well."
Contributor: James Atchison (48006640) • [email protected]
This stone lies in the stone graveyard of broken & misplaced stones located in the southeast corner of old Zanesville cemetery on the east side of the road.
(obituary of Elizabeth Atchison, wife of John Smith. Copied from "William Smith - A Quaker and his Descendants", compiled in 1961 by Laura G. Smith 8th generation)
Death of Elizabeth Smith: An Old Huntington County Pioneer Gone
The subject of this article died a short time ago. (Feb. 16, 1877) at the residence of Mrs. Emily Rich, one of her daughters, living near Zanesville, in the adjoining county of Wells. Mrs. Smith lived twelve years beyond the three score and ten, the allotted scriptural age of man. She no doubt would have attained to a greater age were it not for a series of disastrous falls she has sustained within the last three of four years. She suffered a fall from her chair a short time ago, which very likely was the immediate cause of her death.
After this mishap occurred it became a painful fact to her friends that the end was not far off, and such proved to be the case. The old lady lingered along for a couple of weeks, until finally she breathed her last on the above mentioned date. Her soul commenced its journey to the other world at four o'clock in the morning, and as mortification of the body immediately set in, it was decided as a matter of necessity to bury her the same day.
Her relative and friends were summoned to take a last view of the remains. The services were held then, after which she was carried to the burial grounds near Zanesville, Indiana, where her poor worn out body was carefully lowered into its narrow home under the sod, there to remain until Gabriel's bugle blast shall rouse the quick and the dead.
"Grandmother lies on the hillside brown-
Lies at rest-and the setting sun
Kisses the spot where loving hands
Laid her down when her life was done,
And over the meadows, over the hills,
There breeze goes sobbing the livelong day,
For the fair sweet summer whose life went out
With the shadow of winter, chill and gray."
Elizabeth Smith first drew the breath of life in Stafford County, Virginia, and here she passed her happy childhood days, free from care and happy as the soaring lark. But cupid early set his snares for her, and she was made a captive to his wiles at the tender age of sixteen, and her maiden name of Atchison, a name well known in many parts of this country, was then changed to Smith.
It was not long however, until the then young Republic was precipitated into another war - 1812 - with the mother country, by the overbearing and insolent conduct of that nation; and John Smith, with legions of other young patriots of the time, answered their country's call to come out and drive back the enemy. The British Lion soon discovered that the young giant, which had fought for and gained its Independence from it in 1777-83, was also able to defend itself against all who chose to throw down the gauntlet. After he had made this valuable discovery, His Lionine Majesty was not long in signing a treaty of peace, which act took place on December 14, 1814, and the survivors of the battles took themselves to their home. Among this number, on the side of the Americans was John Smith.
Not long after the close of the war the Smiths began to make preparations for moving to a new part of the country. They finally fixed upon Ohio, which was then a comparatively new country, and very sparsely settled, as their destination. Choosing Belmont County, Ohio, as the place of their future residence, they moved themselves hither, and made themselves a home. Here and in adjacent counties, they lived for many years, raising a family of fifteen children, the oldest three of whom were born in old Virginia.
Mr. Smith several times visited his old home,journeying across the mountains on foot. On one of those occasions when near the banks of the Ohio river, two highway-men sprang suddenly upon him. Being a very strong man, Mr. Smith gave his arms a sudden wrench as they seized upon him, sending the robbers sprawling upon the ground. Before they could recover themselves their designed victim had plunged into the river, and swimming boldly across was soon out of danger.
Among their sons was one names Amos, who from his childhood up was peculiarly unfortunate. When a little toddling child of four, he was bitten by a copperhead snake, one of the most poisonous of snake kind. His father was away from home at the time, but coming back soon after the occurrence, immediately bound the wound with a poultice composed of some strong onions, which he was so fortunate as to have brought along with him. This had the effect of drawing the poison out of the wound and by so doing,saved the little fellow's life.
Again in his youth, he was kicked on the forehead by a vicious horse, laying the skull open to view. His life was dispaired of, but he eventually recovered, with the shape of the horses hoof indelibly imprinted upon his face.
Upon another occasion, while leaping from a horse he was riding, he was impaled upon a stake and rider fence, by which accident he suffered untold miseries. Recovering from this also Amos grew up to manhood, meeting with various minor mishaps, until he finally disappears altogether from the world.
Leaving his home with a drove of horses for one of the large Eastern markets, he was never afterward heard of, and no one - at least none of his friends, knows to this day what befell the unfortunate man. But it is supposed he was murdered by thieves of the city, for the money he had obtained by the sale of his horses. And that very likely was the fate of Amos Smith.
After living some thirty years Southeastern Ohio, the old folks moved to Indiana, where they were in time followed by most of their children.
Putting up at his brother's (Jacob Smith) house, fives miles east of Richmond, Indiana, they remained there until they could find a place to locate, which
they succeeded in doing up in Huntington County, whither they moved and again settled down.
Mr, Smith was a blacksmith - having learned this trade in the city of Philadelphia - and followed this occupation together with farming. Here they lived until the death of Mr. Smith, which took place some twenty years ago, in a small village callled Elizabethtown.
Since that event Mrs. Smith has lived with her children, going from one house to another in turns, always well cared for. At the time of the settlement in Huntington County, that part of the country was still a vast forest. Most of the land
belonged to"Uncle Sam" and was entered by those who chose to settle there, under the pre-emption law. Remmants of several tribes of Indians still roamed through these forests, and their trails were to be seen many years after they were transferred to a more western part of the country.
Of the fifteen children born to the old couple, two girls are dead, and Amos, their lost son, is supposed to be. The rest are all living and prospering. Most of them at the present time live in Huntington County. There are some however in Ohio yet, one daughter being in Cincinnati, where she was married and has lived the last thirty years. Another daughter lives in Iowa, and one of her sons now claims Michigan as his home. These children are all married and have children who also have families of their own, with constant accession to the same. This it has been going on until the original pairs living descendants number one hundred,with about twenty who are dead. A goodly number for any one couple, we should say. These descendants are scattered rather promiscuously over the Union.
As we said elsewhere in our article, Mr. Smith participated in the War of 1812, for which service Mrs. Smith drew a pension up to the date of her death. The old couple presented also a good showing in the last war (Civil) which desolated our
beloved country. Three sons and some half dozen grandsons participated in this great internecine strife. By these, with several sons-in-law, they had over a dozen representatives, all fighting for the preservation of the Union. They were represented at Nashville, Chicomauge, Lookout Mountain, Sherman's great march to the sea, and at the final surrender of rebeldom at Richmond; without mentioning many other minor occasions.
But now both of the good old couple are gone. Having fought a good fight, they have now laid the armor off and journeyed to a happier land, where peace forever reigns, and all is Love and Charity. Peace to their ashes.
"After Life's Fitful Fever is O'er they sleep well."
Contributor: James Atchison (48006640) • [email protected]
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