Grandson of Solomon Davis

BIRTH:
From the Diary of his father Josephus Newton Davis.
"On the first day of February of the same year (1841) my oldest son Augustus Newton, who was named after Augustus Ceaser and Sir Isaac Newton warn born at Floyd's mills on Peek Creek (now Pierce & Watson's). He was born at my father's house when he lived at said mills."

DEATH:
"During the illness above mentioned Dr. Wm. Downton of Kirkeville visited me to give medical aid. His visits were four. The disease was cold settled on the lungs. During the time of my illness my oldest son, Augustus Newton, wan very bad with Chronic affection of the heart and Dropsy of the belly and thence the whole body. Drs. Walker Scott and Freman attended him nearly thirteen months. But all the asaistance that could be given him was in vain. He lay several months on- his face not able to straighten his legs or scarce move his arms, being exceedingly bloated and heavy with water and suffering beyond any power of descuiption till the 25th of April 1850 about 12 o'clock he resigned his spirit to its Author. The day on which he a rainy day and I being confined at home on his account was in the granary shelling corn when being called to the house to him. I being very nearly done did not go at first bidding but a thought came to my mind that I would go anyhow before finishing. Notwithstanding the rain and mud. So I went and as soon as I knew that he could not survive but a few minutes and made signs to my wife to make known to Mr. G. C. Ballard's ( who lived within a hundred and fifty or two hundred yard.) for I had to hold hm according to his request on his feet. Mr. Ballerd's family were gathered in a few minutes, they all being at dinner. I had held him but a few minutes on his feet when he said to me that he was "dying and that his breast would burst open". Said he, "Pa, I am in such great misery I want you to chop my head off". I said something in way of denial and consolation. Said he, "Then wring my neck and let me be out of misery". I said something I know not what.- He said "Lay me down." I laid him down. Said he, "I am gone, Good-bye to all". Said Miss E. A. Ballard, "Shall I fan you Gussy?" Said he, "No madam", Said I, "My son do you want to die?" Said he, "Yes-sir" and never spake more, with a slight struggle with the monster (his dying eyes upon me as for help) and he joined the company of departed spirits and returned to his God of whom lie would talk with delight. Next day he was buried on the hill between Mr. Wm, Ballard's and Walker Moore's where some months before he had chosen for that purpose. He considered by all who knew him an example of patience and was I believe without doubt one of the best children and most sensible of his age ever born.