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New York,. Jan. 19.—The body of George Francis Train, known as "Citizen Train", who died early at the Mills hotel on Bleeker street, is still lying today in the little room, where, for years, he has paid his twenty cents per night, the same as other lodgers.
His sister, Mrs. Susan M. Guager of Stamford, Conn., has been notified, and will reach New York this evening. Until then funeral arrangements will be in abeyance.
Beatrice, Ne Daily Sun Jan 20, 1904
--- and more still...
Indian Chieftain, Thursday, November 1, 1888; Page 1, Column 6 (the last article on the page). (Vinita, Indian Territory, Oklahoma).
--When two years old my parents moved to New Orleans. In 1823, when I was four years old, the great fever raged. The epidemic at Jacksonville seems ridiculous in comparison. Only three hundred have died there, while three hundred died every day at Memphis, and New Orleans was worse. I was only four years old, but I remember they had no coffins at New Orleans, no grave-stones, no hearses, but every day a great cart came lumbering down the street and a hoarse cry would resound: "Awho-o-o! bring out your dead!" Then my little sister Lulu, died. They put her in a little pine box. Then my sister Ellen, died, as frail a little flower as ever blossomed. That child's face has never left my memory, and when she was put in the box I waited wonderingly for the call, "Bring out your dead!" The water splashed up into the wagon to the grave-yard. Then my dear mother followed, and then my nurse. My father then received a letter from my grandmother, "For God's sake, send one of the family North before they are all dead. Can't you send George Francis to me, and save a remnant of our race?" A tag was then fastened to me marked: "John Clark, Boston. Take good care of the little fellow. They are all dead but him." I was put on a steamer and I floated down the Mississippi, up the Gulf stream to Boston, and it seems to me that I have been floating ever since.---"George Francis Train".
People keep sending stuff. Perhaps I will attempt to make sense of it someday. Perhaps not...
You mentioned that George Francis Train was the son of Enoch Train. My family and I show that he is the son of Oliver Train and Maria Pickering. Oliver being descended from Nahum, Samuel, John, John, etc.
I Wondered where you found your information and if it's possible it's incorrect.
Linda
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New York,. Jan. 19.—The body of George Francis Train, known as "Citizen Train", who died early at the Mills hotel on Bleeker street, is still lying today in the little room, where, for years, he has paid his twenty cents per night, the same as other lodgers.
His sister, Mrs. Susan M. Guager of Stamford, Conn., has been notified, and will reach New York this evening. Until then funeral arrangements will be in abeyance.
Beatrice, Ne Daily Sun Jan 20, 1904
--- and more still...
Indian Chieftain, Thursday, November 1, 1888; Page 1, Column 6 (the last article on the page). (Vinita, Indian Territory, Oklahoma).
--When two years old my parents moved to New Orleans. In 1823, when I was four years old, the great fever raged. The epidemic at Jacksonville seems ridiculous in comparison. Only three hundred have died there, while three hundred died every day at Memphis, and New Orleans was worse. I was only four years old, but I remember they had no coffins at New Orleans, no grave-stones, no hearses, but every day a great cart came lumbering down the street and a hoarse cry would resound: "Awho-o-o! bring out your dead!" Then my little sister Lulu, died. They put her in a little pine box. Then my sister Ellen, died, as frail a little flower as ever blossomed. That child's face has never left my memory, and when she was put in the box I waited wonderingly for the call, "Bring out your dead!" The water splashed up into the wagon to the grave-yard. Then my dear mother followed, and then my nurse. My father then received a letter from my grandmother, "For God's sake, send one of the family North before they are all dead. Can't you send George Francis to me, and save a remnant of our race?" A tag was then fastened to me marked: "John Clark, Boston. Take good care of the little fellow. They are all dead but him." I was put on a steamer and I floated down the Mississippi, up the Gulf stream to Boston, and it seems to me that I have been floating ever since.---"George Francis Train".
People keep sending stuff. Perhaps I will attempt to make sense of it someday. Perhaps not...
You mentioned that George Francis Train was the son of Enoch Train. My family and I show that he is the son of Oliver Train and Maria Pickering. Oliver being descended from Nahum, Samuel, John, John, etc.
I Wondered where you found your information and if it's possible it's incorrect.
Linda
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